A blizzard freshly earned*

There they all stopped, for a moment. Acclimatising to the touch of a stranger upon the varied doorsteps of their privacy. Mark and Peter felt the tender coolness of their friend’s palms encircling them. Stacy felt the brush of calloused fingertips against her softness. It was the simply alien experience: having skin they did not own moving unpredictably against the places they felt most ****, that enticed and excited all their focus. When Stacy’s hands began to move, neither boy was ready for it. They gasped in unison at the magic of it and she smiled wickedly to hold such power.

Their own attempts in return were a little less fruitful. Stacy enjoyed the clumsy fumbling as each one tried to build himself a map of her outer folds, but it was clear that from this angle neither one could get a clear idea of what he should be doing to please her. She decided a change of arrangement might be in order: standing up, spinning round and lying down. From here they could lounge either side of her, letting her hands do their wondrous work but also able to see the toy she offered for them to play with. Peter soon found the entrance to her, carefully circling a fingertip around it until her nods of enthusiasm encouraged the delving of one of those long, slender digits inside. It took a lot longer for Mark to unravel the mystery of her clitoris, but he knew oh so very well when he had. The lightning that leapt through her as he rubbed upon that little bud earned the pair of them a flurry from her pumping fists. Every time he did it.

By now Peter was sliding two, then three fingers inside her, marvelling at how the gushing space widened to accommodate them. For her own part Stacy could feel the building pressures within the hoses she was pumping. Panting with the effort of her own increasing pace, but spurred ever on by the cocktail of sensations rising through her body. She knew all too well what was about to happen even before Mark groaned a warning. Words slipped off her tongue before she could bite them back.

“... it...n me… It’s Okay… to”

*What?* Mouthed the blonde haired boy, at the very edge of his precipice.

“Do it on me! I want you to… Oh, god! Cum all over me again! Both of you!”

There wasn’t time to question this change of heart, not that he would have wanted to. Mark simply rolled round and let the girl direct his bursting fountain all over herself. Almost as soon as the first drop hit she seemed to plummet into a climax of her own, lifting her stomach off the floor with an arching clench of her entire body. Even then she didn’t stop with her duty though, pumping away at the other cock she’d taken responsibility for. This time it took a good extra minute or so of dedicated work to earn her covering of Peter’s seed. She had to draft in her second hand and pull the great beast towards her now glistening breasts. There was a look of purest, relieved bliss upon her face when she finally felt that gooey reward hit her. They sat back and breathed then, letting the boiling blood within them settle. Stacy’s clenching hands still squeezing the last drips out of both of them.

The young girl giggled, giddily, admiring the glistening threads still joining her hands to the meat of her closest friends.

“Okay… so maybe I do like it a bit when you boys make a mess of me… Is that weird?”

Mark looked down at her; naked, sticky and smiling. Reaching out again to restart idly stroking his deflating cock, bouncing its weight between her fingertips.

“It’s fucking hot is what it is!” He looked over at Peter for concurrence. The taller boy could only agree.

“Well then do it whenever you want to…” Came a sleepy voice from between them.