Distracting in its making

Stacy gulped. She hadn’t been sure if she wanted to until just that moment, but she needed fresh air desperately and this seemed to be the simplest progression towards that goal. She felt the slithering mass slide down her throat and shivered as she imagined it. Mark was still between her lips. The wet, slobbering sound her own mouth made as she pulled free of him seemed far too ridiculous to be real, like after-dubbed sound effects in a bad sci-fi flick. As she rose past his face he stared at her as if she was the virgin mary, raised from the dead and bathed in holy light. The girl had a very great urge to open her mouth wide and show him her empty gullet… She did so. His eyes opened even wider.

Suddenly the door swung again and their would-be chaperone reappeared. Mark scrambled quickly to recover his unveiled and saliva-coated cock.

“Ah, Stacy-dear, you’re back. You’re father says you can stay the night here if you wish? I’ll make up the bed in the spare room.”

The girl could only nod, still obsessing over the fact that she now knew what this woman’s son tasted like. Could still feel a little bit of him slowly dripping down her throat in fact. Ms. Jay was oblivious.

“You’re welcome too of course, Peter. You know how to work the futon in Mark’s room by now.”

Pete could at least muster a polite “Yes, thank you.” The woman smiled.

“No problem at all. You should also give your parents a ring though. I’ll just get that bed sorted for Stacy, then head up myself. Don’t stay up too much later yourselves okay? Especially if you want to be out early tomorrow!”

And with that… she was gone. To clatter about safely in various other rooms until they heard the squeak of her bedsprings. Meanwhile the three teens were left in silence. Mark seemed absolutely lost to the world, still unable to do anything but stare at Stacy. The girl herself had recovered some, kicking off the blanket completely to cool off a little. Peter had drawn out his phone to call home, only he suddenly seemed to realise something Stacy did too… Her hand was still clasped around his cock, she’d not let go for a second. The pair of them exchanged a glance. His feline friend sprouted a wicked grin. Her encircling grip began moving once more, but further to that… she leant down towards it.

The lanky boy looked entirely unsure how to divide these two worlds, as he heard the first outgoing dialling tone from his phone but also felt a soft tongue entwine itself around his second head. He heard someone pick up, but almost forgot to say anything due to the gentle, suckling pressure that had taken hold over his sensibilities. That hand continued to pump too… driving his focus up into that warm, wet embrace.

“Peter?” Came his mother's voice, seeming only a very thin wall away from where her precious son was having his first ever blowjob. He had to simply try not to think about that dichotomy, lest he get the suicidal urge to inform her.

“Oh, err, hi Mom. Sorry I’m so late calling, we just got caught up with eating and stuff… Yeah, at Mark’s house.”

Stacy was getting into the swing of things now, grown accustomed to the slightly different flavour of Pete’s tool. She still had no real clue what to do with the ridiculous length of the thing, but she could hold the bulbous end in her mouth quite comfortably, slurping at it like an ice lolly. She used both hands to squeeze and tug at his shaft, pulling up toward her own sealing lips. This was spurred on a little by spite towards the woman on the other end of the phone, there was a mutual, simmering dislike and distrust between the two of them. Peter's mother seemed to think Stacy would be some sort of great corrupting distraction upon her perfect little angel. It felt good to quite so determinedly prove her right. Over her bobbing head, the conversation continued.

“Listen, Ms. Jay has offered for us to stay here tonight. Yes, all of us. No, Stacy’ll be in the spare room obviously. I’ve got a change of clothes here mom, and a toothbrush… left over from when we went camping I think. Yes, fine, I’ll be home in plenty of time tomorrow. I’ll see you then. Okay. Goodbye. Love you too.”

Finally the boy managed to free himself from a connection to dangerous ears. The relief of this seemed to draw out a very uncharacteristic “Fuck, Stace! That feels…” but that was as far as he got before having to grab hold of her head and hold on for dear life. Stacy found herself being flooded full of her second ever taste of overly salted man-cream. She kept pumping her arms until every last spurt had splashed into her cheeks. Then she proudly pulled away and opened wide, to show Peter the mess he’d made inside her. She swilled it around a bit with her tongue, letting every aspect of the experience soak into her taste buds. Then she gulped this load down too, enjoying the thought of it intermingling with Mark’s deep down in her belly.

With that, they resumed the movie, confusedly trying to work out the ending having not paid anywhere near enough attention to the start. For her part Stacy lay with her head on Pete’s lap, his naked cock still resting against her cheek. She’d turn slightly and kiss it, every so often, just lightly. Though even she couldn't really say why. Meanwhile her bare legs and unprotected pussy were presented to Mark, who felt no need at all to resist the urge to slide a finger or two inside.