Distractions

“How’s it going up there?” Ashley panted slightly as she pulled her lips off Gavin’s dick. Her fingers took their place, stroking his shaft and smearing her saliva all over his tight cock-flesh.

“They’re…” he groaned, trying to focus on the sounds in his ear rather than the sensation of Ashley’s tongue at the base of his cock while her hand pumped his length. “It’s…so hot. Sounds…sounds like Peter’s really giving it to her now too. They’re both fucking her hard.”

That much was obvious. The creaking of the bed and the moans of a woman completely submitting to being penetrated in both her pussy and ass could no longer be contained in the room above it seemed. The sounds had drifted down into the living room where Ashley had **** but to listen to her sister’s impending orgasm. Though she was saved the sound of wet slap of their sweaty bodies smashing together and both of her hole squelching as they were repeated filled and emptied by the joint thrusting.

“TMI,” she told him, breathing on his dick, her lips so close as she rose her mouth back to his tip. But she was smiling, so he knew she couldn’t be THAT mad. “Just let me know when they’re about to finish. Don’t want them catching me with your cock in my throat while we’re supposed to be spying on them, do we?”

The answer should have been obvious, but Gavin wasn’t really sure. The petite, blonde cheerleader lowered her mouth to his tool again, this time making use of her lack of gag-flex to literally take his whole cock in her throat like she said. Gavin found himself unsure whether he would have been able to stop even if the others came down, much less want to. Despite the relative ease with which she took his cock, it felt snuggly jammed into her oesophagus that he thought he might rip something if he tried to pull it out. The warm, wet tightness of her throat was utterly heavenly.

Her whole body quivered as she held herself there, nose pressed tight against his thigh, his balls on her cheek, resisting the need to breathe. With the dick lodged in her gullet, she couldn’t even inhale through her nose. When she felt she was going to suffocate, she held on a little longer. When she felt dizzy and light-headed and thought that she might pass out, she held it in just a little longer. When Gavin was impressed, and a little worried she might die on his dick, she held on a little longer still. And the whole time, her throat never closed over, or tried to reject the foreign object lodged there, her gag reflex still completely relaxed.

The sight of her taking his cock in her throat, and keeping it there longer than any human ought to, coupled with the warm, tight feeling of that same throat wrapped around his cockhead, had his dick twitching. She could even feel his balls tighten next to her mouth. Just the impressive view of this blonde cheerleader, so dedicated to sucking his cock that she would forgo air was hot enough to bring Gavin to the edge. Despite the number of times he had already cum that day, within minutes Ashley’s mouth, doing nothing more than taking his whole length and holding it there, had his cock ready to launch another load.

Feeling his cock in her throat flexing in preparation, and the heaviness of his balls, next to her face, Ashley felt that it was a good time to come up for air. As she rose up, she sucked in oxygen, taking in a long gasp of breath and finally refilling her lungs. His cock, slick with her throat juices popped out of her mouth and back into her hand, where she went right back to jacking him off while she caught her breath. She smiled, while still panting, as she saw Gavin’s contorted face, trying to hold back cumming just as she’d held off on breathing.

“Shiiiit,” he growled, the squishing sounds of his thickly lubricated cock in her small, slick hand drowning out the noise of the threesome in his ear. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Ashley giggled at the warning, her breathing still rather laboured. “Isn’t that the point? So you can get a release and get back to the task at hand?”

“Oh, oh right, yeah,” Gavin agreed, only then remembering that Ashley blowing him was meant to take away the distractions, not add to them.

“Sounds like someone wants to procrastinate a little longer,” Ashley teased, her breathing rapidly returning to normal now that there were no obstructions in her windpipe. “Someone is still a little distracted, so we’re gonna have to deal with that."

“Huh?” he groaned as she licked her lips, indicating that her mouth would be wrapped around his cock again. “Oh, oh yeah, no way I can focus yet.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like this will be going down until they’re finished up there,” Ashley said, waving the meaty tool in her small, fist, loose remnants of her spittle being flung around as it moved. “Even if you did cum, I’d just have to make to cum again, and again, over and over...just so there’s no distractions, you see.”

“Ah, yes, yes,” Gavin readily agreed, as she hovered her mouth over his dick once again, looking forward to the tight sensation of her throat again.

Without further discussion, she lowered her lips to his cock again, keeping her hand on his shaft just long enough to feed the whole length into her throat. She held it there again, though only for a few seconds this time. Gavin almost felt disappointed, hoping to see if she could beat her previous time, though that feeling quickly dissipated when her lips met his glans and sank right back down, this time slipping his whole cock into her throat and mouth with no assistance. Her hands rested on his legs and on the cushion beneath them as she rolled her head in a circle, routinely, easily swallowing every inch of his cock.

Feeling his cock repeatedly being pushed in and out of that same tight throat that had held him so long before, felt like his cock was being squeezed. It wasn’t just the sensation of sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue trailing along the underside of his shaft, though that was delightful all on its own, but somehow it seemed like her throat was actively trying to milk him. And just when he thought her bag of tricks was empty, she began humming, the way one does while working, as if this were completely mundane and trivial for her. The vibrations ran along her throat and down his length, making his heavy, stiff balls tingle.

From somewhere, a voice said ‘I’m gonna cum.’ Gavin could hear it loud and clear, in both his ear and from the floor above.

“Fuck, me too,” he replied to the voice.

Ashley, who couldn’t hear much in her own ears besides the slurping and sucking of her lips on Gavin’s shaft, and was actively trying to ignore the sounds coming from her sister from upstairs, hadn’t heard the initial warning. Gavin’s reply therefore only confused her, slipping the cock from her mouth and looking up at him, she asked, “you too wha-”

She never got to finish that sentence. Gavin’s dick was on the brink and nothing could stop him from going over the edge. His cock head opened even as Ashley’s lips left his member, blasting a thick rope of cum over her face and lips, some of it entering her open mouth. Surprised, the blonde cheerleader tried to gather her wits as she hit with another shot of Gavin’s seed, this one somehow higher, leaving a streak from her hair down to her nose. She managed to close one eye just before the next burst left another line down her face. She reached for his cock, to aim his load away but not before a few more spurts had hit their target. The last few shots went no further than dribbling over her hand.

“Fuck, Gavin, now I have to clean up,” Ashley sighed irritably, looking around for something to wipe herself with. With nothing close by, she sauntered off to the kitchen, holding her cum laden hand aloft to keep from dripping or staining her own clothes.

“Shit, sorry, Ash, I couldn’t hold back any longer,” Gavin apologised, laying on the couch and catching his breath, having felt like he ran a mile when he came.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal,” Ashley said sincerely, as she lifted a dish towel and began wiping down her hands and face. In fact, she took it as a sort of compliment, a commendation that her blowjobs were so good that men couldn’t help but blow their loads. Though that wasn’t to say she had expected to take said load directly to the face. “Ugh, its in my hair,” she said as she pulled at few strands of her blonde locks, matted with cum.

“Oh, shit, no, no, no,” Gavin growled from the couch.

“Chill, it’ll wash out” she assured him, clearing the cum away from her forehead and eyelids. She looked down, blinking a few times to test that all the cum had been cleared down. A smirk spread across her face as she spied something upon the floor. Lifting them with one finger and holding Hannah’s slightly damp underwear for Gavin to see, she asked, “How would you like to add another pair of panties to your collection?”

But Gavin wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the laptop screen in front of him as he typed frantically. Worried, Ashley dashed to his side, towel and panties still in hand and hopped on to the couch beside him once again, this time looking over his shoulder at the error warning on the screen. Her blood ran cold instantly.

“What…What does that mean?” She asked, shaking Gavin gently for an answer. “Did it miss one?”

“I…I think so, yes,” Gavin confessed, his eyes scanning the log data. “But…but I don’t think it belonged to Hannah. Look here,” He pointed at a few lines of code, at a string of numbers. “This is Hannah’s ID. It’s on everything she uses, because they’re all synced up. But this device…” he lowered his finger to another line of code with a different string of numbers. “This one has a different ID, so it must belong to someone else. And it’s someone outside of range.”

“Is there any way of knowing who?”

“Not without hacking the actual ISP,” Gavin admitted, pursing his lips as he considered it.

“So, someone else has the video, and we have no idea who,” Ashley surmised as she rubbed her forehead, getting very tired of every solution revealing new problems.

“That’s about the gist of it. Maybe it’s another contingency, in the event that anything happened to her, that someone would release the video on Hannah’s behalf?” Gavin suggested. The best possible solution would be to simply ask Hannah herself, he figured. Thoughts of the older Woodsen tuned him in to the sounds in his ear, only then realising that the bed creaking, flesh slapping and moaning had stopped, replaced with the sounds of talking and footsteps. “Fuck, they’re coming,” he told the Woodsen sister beside him.

“Who’s cuming?” Ashley asked, vaguely curious who had won the game.

“No, THEY are COMING down HERE,” Gavin restated.

“Shit, uh…tidy yourself up, and try to see if you can find out anything more,” Ashley jolted to her feet, tossing the damp towel and Hannah’s panties on to Gavin’s still dripping dick before running to the base of the stairs. “I’m gonna go see what other secrets my sister has been hiding.”