And primed to play

They had another go at each other even before lunch that day, a united decision made almost as soon as the boys regained the wind in their sails and Stacy woke up from her cum-splattered doze. She didn’t bother to wash herself off. It was a twisted pleasure to feel their gooey gifts drying into her skin under the beating sun. After her second coating, the girl asked for a photo… she wanted to see herself as a cum-splattered angel. Mark took it and immediately started teasing her he would keep it... for personal use. She battled that one out, and even threatened to give him a big, cummy hug if he didn’t delete it. But in the end it was her that backed down, too undeniably intrigued by the thought of such an image existing. To be treasured and utilised in times of sordid need. She demanded assurances that it wouldn’t end up anywhere unexpected though. Mark could be an ass, but she trusted him in that at least. Of course once all that was settled, Pete had to have a copy as well. She even claimed her own version, another secret they all shared.

Yet beyond, there was still a whole afternoon to fill. They spent it lounging together, hidden away in their own little world. Reading, chatting, playing cards. All throughout there was that new bond of skin though. They had shared their pleasures with one another, and thus were three bodies aligned. They rolled around together and wrestled. They cuddled and made out. Stacy did her fair share of instigating, but outnumbered two to one, she barely had a moment without hands upon her. Not that she minded really. It was exhilarating to just let them both have their way, exhausting their curiosity over every inch of her figure. Hands and lips crept into every crevice, fingers wriggled their way inside her and just stayed there. Sliding slowly in and out of her wetness for hours at a time.

Even Peter started taking the initiative on secret desires he wished to try. Stacy woke up from a nap she had started sandwiched between the two of them, only to find that great, long weapon of his lodged between her breasts. A flash of guilt burned across the face above her, but she paid no heed at all. Still half-asleep, she silently maneuvered her arms free well enough so that she could press together a better valley for him. By the time Mark had also returned to consciousness his lanky companion was straddling her, thrusting between her cleavage as she gazed adoringly up at him. The slide of that phallus was hypnotic, Stacy found; its bulbous head appearing and vanishing between her own malleable mammaries. She could watch it do so all day… until that final precious moment it doused her in yet more gunk. Why did that ignite her with such perverse delight? To find herself the equivalent of a bedside tissue for this pair of pent up teenage virgins she called friends? She could not explain it. This was not how she’d imagined her first sexual forays would go, yet all the same her very soul ached for this day to never end.

End it did though, as the sun began to set and night’s chill began to settle. Stacy shivered as she finally rinsed off the last semen from her chest. It was such strange and goopy stuff, seeming to almost cling to her skin even harder when she first poured icy water over it. And the SMELL! It wasn't entirely unpleasant… sort of dark and meaty and sweaty, a distinctly animal-like stench… but it was just so strong and intense! No matter how many handfuls of water she used, how much borrowed deodorant she applied, she still swore she stank of it. The boys were no help. They just claimed they hadn't noticed from the start, and seemed simply determined to delay the moment she put her dress back on for as long as possible. She didn't blame them, but it couldn't be helped. They all had several missed calls from anxious parents by now. She managed to cajole them into action with the promise that she'd leave her current pair of panties hanging in a tree here to pick up tomorrow. Thus as they escorted her through the twilight, one on either side, the knowledge of her free flying pussy kept a smile on every face.