Joysticks in gentler times

Stacy woke up those thousand hours later to the roar of electronic crowds… Mark and Peter were propped up either side of her, staring at the television set mounted above. It would seem they had both wanted to snuggle close to her… but had then rapidly become distracted by videogames. Stacy sighed heavily inside. They could have had all the fun they wanted playing with HER instead, and had chosen this option. She watched the little two-dimensional figures dancing across the screen, letting the vague daydream of waking up to find them already inside her sadly fade away…

Still. It was a Saturday. And after her early morning adventures she was already in a happy and horny sort of mood. Today was going to be a good day, she decided. She had her boys and their toys to entertain her right from the start. Her first greeting to them of the day was to reach out and unbutton two pairs of boxers. She scooped up a cock in each hand, and proceeded to gently wake THEM up as well. Both of their owners were too wrapped up in the game to respond with more than a grunt of course. However Stacy soon found she had a sport of her own she could play. It was exceedingly interesting how the specific joysticks in HER hands affected the fortunes of those characters on the screen. By pulling more on THIS one, for instance, the scantily-clad lady on the left started having a considerable amount of shit kicked out of her by the burly man on the right. Yet if more attention was given to the OTHER side of that equation, that skinny little harlot seemed to have quite a bit more fortune. The grunts of frustration from the boys was a soundtrack all to itself; yet, surprise, surprise, neither demanded her intrusions stop. Stacy decided to add another level to her amusements by sucking intensely for 10 seconds or so on whichever handle had won the previous round, thus giving quite a considerable handicap to the other. By the time she had earned two sticky mouthfuls of breakfast the game was quite equally tied a piece, and both young men were puffing and panting as if they’d engaged in the physical combat themselves.

Stacy swallowed down that flavoursome, salty goodness with lip-smacking satisfaction. She still couldn’t say the taste was delectable, but her joy in obtaining it more than made up for its foulness. It was a gulp you got used to, until the goop you grew hungry for. She delighted in playing with the texture of it, and the sordid fascination with which the producers watched her do so. Once it was gone however, there was a terrible lull where even her virile young lovers had to recharge… What was a self-proclaimed slut to do when she had run out of usable cock? Mark handed over his controller, looking a bit worn down from all the excitement of having a naked female rolling around among all his discarded socks and star-wars toys. Soon Stacy found herself sucked just as heavily into the world of 2-dimensional combat and erratically thrown fireballs. Possibly helped by the fact that her esteemed host was returning certain favours by sliding several fingers in and out of her.

It was… nice. Just hanging out. Nerding around together like they used to… with the new directions of their relationships just casually overlaid. As a unit they seemed to all realise at once that they hadn’t done this sort of thing for a long while. That the rapid pace of their erotic explorations had rather overridden every other part of their friendship for a while. Somehow their sudden unveiling by Mark’s mother had reset everything else into place. The fact that she hadn’t made a big deal out of it all… sort of made it feel like less of a big deal. Like it was just a natural progression of their relations with each other. All the anxious hyperbole had been lanced and drained away.

When Ms. Jay came to tell Stacy she’d made an appointment for the pair of them, she brought sweet tea and toast. She made no comment over the fact that her son was knuckle deep in the girl and simply remarked that a shower might be in order, clearly spying the remaining patches of spunk still scattered across someone’s chest. Stacy embarrassedly agreed, accepting the offer of a towel and set about making herself look presentable. The wide, wide bearing this older woman had given her within the confines of her own home made the young teen desperate to show she was more than just a sex-crazed invader. The two of them headed off just after lunch. The boys simply continued as they had been… such things were the mysterious realm of femininity, best left ignored.