The flavour of memories

They were on the bus the next day, winding along the long and twisting journey toward their nearest city. It had seemed the right thing to do; to make good on their excuse to Mark’s mom for staying over, though what they were going to do when they got there they did not know. The loud and mostly empty vehicle also provided their first opportunity to discuss the events of the night before, safely beyond the earshot of interested parties.

“Stacy that was so sketchy, but INCREDIBLE… I can’t believe you just went for it… right under mom’s nose.” Mark still seemed a little shell shocked by the whole thing, if also a little jealous that Peter had received a lot longer of an experience.

Stacy couldn't help herself beaming with a strange outburst of pride. She had woken up practically glowing with it and hadn't settled down since. It probably didn’t help that she was still without underwear, tugging her dress down subconsciously in a constant effort to hide that.

“Well I probably wouldn't have if I’d known she was gonna come in just then! God, she always picks the worst moments… still, it did make it all that much more exciting! I thought I was going to **** for a second, and spit jizz all over your lounge!”

“What's it like?” Asked Peter, leaning over from the seat behind and piercing her with an, as always, unexpected interest. Stacy had to backtrack a second and give her answer some thought.

“What? You mean the act of sucking you off, or the taste of Mark’s spunk?” She looked up at him with a toothy smile.

“Well… both, I guess… I don't particularly want to try either myself.” That drew a chuckle and a faux-relieved *phew* action from Mark himself.

Stacy tried to put the words together. “Well… both your loads tasted pretty much the same… just salty, mainly, but with a sorta meaty aftertaste. It was the texture that was most weird really… it all just seems to clump together in gooey blobs…” She seemed to suddenly embarrass herself with her own graphic detail, blushing an adorable crimson. Yet she continued anyway.

“And the fact that it's so warm when you shoot it out is weird… wherever it hits me. It's like suddenly getting splashed with dirty bathwater I guess… but in a good way!”

Neither boy thought anything about her description sounded particularly ‘good’ so far, but they weren't about to object. She was the expert after all.

“As for actually having you inside my mouth… Oooh, it's just so weird! Having this big, throbbing lump invading me that you can sort of FEEL beating with someone else's heartbeat. Both of you have got your own kind of meaty taste, mixed in with whatever shower gel you use I guess… and completely different from the actual taste of cum.” She actually licked her lips in thought here, seemingly without noticing. Mark didn't think he'd ever seen anything so hot in his life. He had a near unbearable urge to just grab hold of her head and slam his cock down her throat, right then and there. He half believed she'd be okay with it.

“I can tell when you're getting near to cumming too. That's what's so intense about it… I can sort of feel how good I’m doing by way your cocks start twitching and like… swelling up even more. It’s kinda awesome to know how good you must be feeling just by me flicking my tongue around one edge of your head, or whatever. It sort of gets me off as well. I was absolutely gushing down below when your mom was overhead and I had a mouth absolutely full of babypaste.”

She laughed, clean and clear, possibly at the perverted ridiculousness of herself. “I guess I can’t complain the next time old man Jeffries calls me a dirty little cocksucker anymore eh? He’s not wrong after all! I’m just a good ol’ fashioned cumguzzler from the back country!”

All three of them fell about with her feigned country drawl, but soon faded down to just watching the world slide past their window. Each harboring secret thoughts about the other's and wondering why on earth they were headed into the crowded streets of the city and not back to their private little sanctuary among the trees.