Molly's Night With Neapolitan Ice Cream - Sex Stories

Molly's Night With Neapolitan Ice Cream

... pulled his shirt over his head. He looked to the other men and then back to her as he pulled his pants and boxers down too. “Holy shit, Henry,” Molly purred. He was long and wide and Molly wanted him. She wanted them all. She climbed off the bed and Steve said, smiling, “Your turn.” “First, I think I need to…” she stopped talking and walked to Steve and ran her hand over his already hard cock, then over Henry’s and finally over Shane’s. ** Molly’s hands were running over her tummy and down over her achy, needy pussy remembering last night. There were so many naughty flashes popping into her mind, like Molly on her knees with Henry’s cock shoved deep in her mouth as she stroked the other men before pulling them closer to her, needing to taste their flavors as well. Her fingers dip between her lips, caressing her swollen nub, reminding her of Shane’s expert tongue. ** Shane was lying on his back holding Molly’s hips as she slid her pussy across his mouth. Her thighs were quivering on either side of his head. She was moaning, and switching between Steve’s and Henry’s cock. The contrast between Steve’s forceful pumping, Henry’s deep gentle thrusts, and Shane’s quickening assault on her cunny was driving her insane. “Shit Shane, that’s it. Make me cum,” she said through gritted teeth. When Shane’s tongue slid deep inside her and his thumb pressed against her clit her body began to shake uncontrollably. She had a brief moment of panic wondering how her body would survive being ...

... taken by the three of them. All panic vanished as Molly’s orgasm took over. “Jesus Shane, that was fucking amazing,” Molly said unable to control her giggles. He continued to nibble and lick on her until she squealed and fell to the side off his face. Molly’s hand was gently massaging her pussy when her fingers slipped along her clit making her moan and clamp her legs together. Steve crawled to her kissing up her leg. “No way you sexy woman, open up.” ** Molly pinched her swollen clit and pulled on her nipple, crying out; no longer able to keep quiet; remembering how the men all fell onto her small body; how they were kissing and touching, licking and biting what felt like every each of her. She saw herself kneeling above Henry, looking into his beautiful green eyes seconds before she dropped, taking him all at once. How her body crumpled down onto his chest and his arms wrapped around her kissing her head, allowing her to get used to his size. Molly remembered how gentle Shane was when he claimed her ass as his own, and how Steve waited for her to invite him into her mouth. Molly remembered thinking she had never felt so full. Using her middle and ring finger she drove them deep inside her, wanting to feel that way again. ** The four of them settled into a beautiful rhythm. With one hand pressed against Henry’s chest and one hand gripping Steve’s cock, Molly rocked her body back and forth on Henry’s and Shane’s dicks. Sweat ran down her body; hands gripped her breasts, and hips. ...