A gurgle too far?

Stacy washed up on the far shores from a dream, the sticky light of a saturday morning drifting in through not-quite-shut blinds. She had been imagining herself and Lydia swimming through an endless ocean together. Bright scales flashing as they lured sailor after sailor to leap from the side of ships into their warm and watery embrace. It had been a fine fantasy, so long as you did not look down… and see the beckoning depths of unknown darkness below.

It was a gurgling, gargling noise which had roused her. A decidedly liquid, but human sound which almost certainly had tied itself in with her dream. Blinking the last of the salt spray from her eyes, the girl turned to see what was occuring right next to her head.

Their pet cheerleader was there still, and most certainly awake. She had shuffled up a bit to drop her head off the end of the mattress, craning her head back to rest on more solid ground. Specifically this seemed to be to facilitate the source of those squelching, saliva-soaked coughing sounds… Which was namely Pete’s giant cock, buried right down the back of her throat. Stacy could actually see the bulge of it, moving back and forth under the skin of the girl’s neck. Her quiet friend pistoning his hips against the other teenager's lips with what looked like little or no restraint or remorse. Slapping his balls against her nose in a furious rhythm.

"Woah…" Said Stacy. Unsure if she could drag her fascination away from that hypnotic swelling in Lydia’s esophagus long enough to check if the girl was actually still breathing.

With a last few bucking heaves… Peter clearly reached his climax. Jamming himself right to his very limits inside that face hole, presumably to pour spurt after spurt of semen directly into their new friend's lungs. He seemed to stay there, pulling back on Lydia’s sharp chin like a saddle horn, for far, far too long… before finally pulling loose and letting any precious oxygen flow back in. The gasping, retching intake of air she made after was palpable to all in the vicinity. Yet it was followed by a big, saliva-soaked grin as she writhed in the aftermath, rubbing her hands across all of her bare body and breasts.

"Errm… mornin' Stace…" Said Pete, his eyes as glued to that sight as hers were.

"She, um… said she wanted to try that." He offered, by way of excuse. As the girl who had been rather handed into their care had something of a coughing fit, causing a great string of cum to start dribbling down one cheek.

"You okay Lyds?" Asked Stacy, catching the back of her head from hitting the floor again and stroking her hair until the coughing stopped.

"Yes, fine…" The olive-skinned beauty wheezed. "Will need a few more goes at that though…"

Both of the other teenagers looked stunned.

"You want to do that again?!"

"Well, of course… how else am I going to get better at it?"

The flat, dry sincerity in her tone spoke paragraphs. Why on earth would she shy away from something just because it was uncomfortable and deprived her of the ability to breathe for a little while? The girl prided herself on her abilities as a receptacle for all things phallic.

"Master says my throat is the best fuck I've got… so I need to make sure I can handle any customer who might come along. No room for gag reflexes where I’m headed!"

Her calm, thought-through determination was so akin to those members of their age group with their heart set on Harvard, or some other 'no time for messing around' life goal… That Stacy couldn’t help but admire it, and yet also laugh aloud at the difference in directions. To Lydia, it was clear, Mr Gregory’s 'standards in submission' were her final grades. If she didn’t live up to everything that man desired of her, she would feel her life was wasted. It made the more casual teen nymphomaniac realise that all her vague narcissisms about becoming 'the greatest slut ever' were… a joke, really. But, here was someone trying to do it professionally.

Stacy looked down up the head in her lap, chin still glistening with Pete’s deposit and her own expulsions. Such an undeniably pretty creature, reducing herself to just some older man's tamed furniture. Somehow, it suddenly felt so very different from her own forays into sexual freedom.