Molly's Night With Neapolitan Ice Cream - Sex Stories

Molly's Night With Neapolitan Ice Cream

Molly yawned as she stumbled out of bed. She dragged herself to the bathroom, scrunching her face and blinking rapidly at the harsh glare of the bathroom light. ‘Goddamn rough night,’ she thought. Her hair was in a state of freshly fucked, as was her make-up. Black streaks ran down her face blending with the crusty white stuff she hoped was drool, but knew better. There was more dried cum on her breasts, across her tummy and along her inner thighs. “Ugh, it’s in my ear,” she whispered, and then thought, ‘How many men did I sleep with last night?’ Molly turned the shower on and walked back into the room. Sprawled across her bed were three very different, but equally sexy men. “Neapolitan ice cream,” she breathed, covering her mouth as she burst into giggles. Neapolitan ice cream is what she had called them when she first noticed them sitting across the bar from her. ‘How delicious,’ is what she moaned a few hours later. The redheaded man, rolled over and it pulled the blanket off himself and the chocolate haired man. Their naked bodies caused an ache to begin between her legs despite the soreness. She walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the spray of the hot water enjoying the way it felt on her sore tingling body. “I can’t remember the last time sex made me sore,” she laughed. “Well, that’s what happens when you stay up having hot kinky sex all night,” she said grinning again thinking of the extreme sexiness lying naked on her bed. After washing her long auburn ...

... hair for the second time, Molly stood with her eyes closed allowing the suds to wash over her as she remembered the night before. ** Molly had gone out looking for a bit of fun. She had been in a loveless, boring relationship for too long because to her, it was for better or for worse. Then that son of a bitch had walked out on her, stating that she was too boring and prudish. “Me? Prudish? Ha!” she said bitterly, as she slid her curvy body into a sexy pair of ass hugging jeans. After doing the ‘gotta get them over my hips dance’ she stood with her back to the mirror, twisting her neck to get a good look at her ass. Giving up breathing for the night was totally worth how fabulous it looked. Towards the end of the night and after repeated reassurances that Molly would not be upset, her friend Sue left her alone at the bar so she could go home with some odd looking brown haired man. Instead of being bitter, Molly ordered another shot. That’s when she noticed her Neapolitan ice cream. With a few grins and a wink the three beautiful men made their way to her. The tallest, more athletic looking of the three was the first to reach her and introduce himself. His name was Steve. Molly could tell he was used to getting first pick when it came to the ladies. How could they resist with his blonde hair, big brown eyes and slight dusting of freckles? Just a good hometown boy. Molly wasn’t fooled. The next to introduce himself was Shane. Not quite as tall as the other two, but model handsome. ...