The Polycule Molecule - Sex Stories

The Polycule Molecule

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Returning to the bedroom, I found the boys passed out in bed, spooning one another, so I snuggled myself in as the smallest spoon and fell asleep quickly. We awoke several times that night for various shenanigans. Although it made me feel kind of wicked, my favorite new experience was licking my boyfriend's cum out of Hank's ass. I promised them they could do the same at the earliest opportunity, but it looked like that would be sometime after breakfast, at the soonest.

When we finally settled down for the last time, in the wee hours of the morning, my dreams were troubled by images of nearly everyone I knew, naked and cavorting in a variety of acts and positions that would have seemed abhorrent to me until very recently. Even people I'd never been attracted to in real life visited me in my slumber, leaving me a hot and dripping mess all night.

I awoke to the sensation of two throbbing erections competing for my oral attention, and I said a sleepy prayer of thanks for morning wood. I tried fitting both in my mouth at once, and while the sensation of them slipping against one another was fun, it wasn't really conducive to serious sucking. So instead, I alternated between the two while my boyfriends made out with each other and fingered their buttholes. I added my own slender digits to the mix, massaging their prostates, and was rewarded with the biggest loads since their first ones yesterday. It didn't satisfy my craving for breakfast, but it was a good ...

... start.

I still felt a nagging sense that something was wrong, though. Acting on instinct, I decided I needed to head into the lab, even though it was an off day, and despite a desire to spend it fucking the guys. But I needed answers, and for some reason, I thought that's where I'd find them.

Chapter 3

Security Deposits

When I finally left the apartment, I was wearing only an old sundress and some strappy sandals. The fabric was thin, and without a bra my tits were pretty distracting, especially since my nips hadn't gone soft since yesterday afternoon, except maybe while I was asleep. But the titty holster just felt so constricting and uncomfortable I couldn't bear to subject myself to wearing it, nor even my tiniest panties.

I was paying more attention to the sights on my way to the lab, which served as a reminder that my more relaxed attitude towards clothing seemed to be something of a zeitgeist, to judge by the people I saw. I know some cities have relaxed attitudes toward public nudity, or at least topless women, but mine wasn't one of them. Or at least it hadn't been. There were plenty of nipples celebrating freedom that morning, and very few cops, or anyone else, seemed keen to oppress the merry teats.

Arriving at the gate, I ordinarily would flash the guard my ID, which was on a lanyard, but today I pulled the straps of my dress down instead of pulling the badge out, giving the security guard a nice long look at my most identifiable features, at least ...