A whole new problem

Peter looked on as his two friends burrowed under each other’s skin. Somehow this surreal tableau seemed to have done the trick… he could almost feel the tension draining out of the room. People were complicated. He knew that. It was why he had dedicated so much of his life to avoiding them. He had absolutely no idea how this argument of flesh had fixed whatever problematic feelings lay between Mark and Stacy. He had no real idea what the problem was to begin with… they both seemed incredibly fond of the other on so many levels. So why were they always fighting?! Watching now as one let off all his steam upon the other, in both raging love and tender ****. Perhaps... the lanky fly upon a wall thought: this was actually the true solution to most of the world’s problems. The secret answer to what everyone wanted, but didn’t want to admit.

Stacy had no such fears. She was a pastiche of openness about how much she was enjoying this. Mark was driving her down onto the footstool, crushing her against it with the **** of his thrusts and still the sporadic snap of an ass-slap. He had gathered handfuls of the wragged remains of her tights and was using them for leverage as he drove himself into her. The reddened skin of her buttocks were now clearly visible, two rosy humps of encouragement for further smacks. Stacy lolled like a ragdoll in the face of this onslaught, letting her tongue hang out comically as she panted and moaned. She stared up at Peter now, her eyes watery and begging.

“You know what she wants, Pete…” It would seem Mark had noticed the direction of her attention too. “Give it to her!” The floppy-haired boy was already dripping with sweat from his exertions, but offered his friend an easy smile. As if to say ‘I never blamed you in the slightest, mate.’ Pete half believed him… whatever else, the two of them had been through fire together. Stacy’s addition to the mix was just… more glue to hold them together. Or, maybe... more meat for their sandwich; Pete chuckled to consider, as he unzipped his own fly.

The eager flash in Stacy’s eyes was too great an invitation to refuse. The waiting lull of her lolling tongue. He offered her his swelling thoughts on the matter and she almost seemed to leap forward onto it. Gasping and slobbering along his considerable length with near-demonic gusto. Not for the first time Peter had to admire how far she’d come in such a short amount of time. How dedicated to furthering this new-found passion of hers she was. She gulped him in like cock was air to her now, even as Mark knocked the wind out of her from the other end. It was an incredible performance to watch, never mind feel; as she made inch after inch of him disappear into her own gullet, the clench of her throat muscles telling him a story of each one gained. He had no idea how she managed to breathe amongst all this **** excitement, but she never once **** him out again. Gag and splutter waves of saliva over him, perhaps; but those glistening, dripping trails were just part of the experience really. Slimy, yet beautiful. Disgustingly incredible. They descended to the floor in slow, hanging gloops, forming little dark splotches upon the carpet.

So engrossed were the boys in fucking this double ended fucktoy Stacy had made of herself, that both were caught completely off-guard when she suddenly started struggling to pull free. Pete must have thrust himself down her throat a full three more times before she finally managed to push him away and grab a gasping breath. He stared down in horrified concern as she wheezed through a few more, but that was nothing as compared to when she looked straight past him to address her first words.

With a chin still dripping in saliva she gazed embarrassedly up at the door and said:

“Umm… Hello Ms. Jay…”