The Polycule Molecule - Sex Stories

The Polycule Molecule

... we disrobed I realized I had misjudged her.

Mizz Davis was stout and broad, no doubt about it, but her belly was only slightly rounded and her legs, while thick, did not appear the least bit flabby. Her chocolate brown skin was smooth and supple under my hands, and I reached behind her to grasp a truly gargantuan ass. It may have been a bit flabby, I suppose, but its relative softness was great for squeezing. We were about the same height, so it wasn't too awkward for us to stand there, sucking on each other's nipples while our hands explored.

We soon progressed to a sixty-nine on the floor of the lab, with me on the bottom, and I was admiring from up close how jiggly her bottom was as I spanked it, while I tongued her smoothly-shaven pussy and winking starfish by turns. I was starting to really enjoy going down on women, and lamented that I'd waited so many years to try it. Not that I had any intention of turning my back on cocks, of course, except in the very literal sense of inviting one or more to fuck me doggy-style.

Officer Davis's radio or walkie-talkie thing suddenly went off, and a male voice asked, "Everything okay, Lawanda? I'm not seeing you on my screens."

With a disappointed grunt, my new friend pulled away from licking my box and groped for her comm device. "Everything's fine, Dave. I'm up on the fourth floor, eating out Mizz Tate," she said.

"Mizz Tate?" asked the perplexed voice named Dave.

"Yeah, the strawberry blonde chick up on the ...

... fourth floor. Neurochemical lab?" Lawanda replied.

"Oh!" said the voice of Dave with sudden understanding. "The one with the big tits?"

"The very same," Mizz Davis confirmed. "The carpet don't match the drapes, though," she snickered, sitting up a bit and turning around to wink at me. "But that don't affect the flavor none."

I pouted melodramatically, not that it was some huge secret that I colored my hair. Still, I typically shaved myself as smooth as Lawanda did for just the reason she remarked on, and it was mostly thanks to the virus that my bristly brown bush was trying to make a valiant comeback. I lubed a finger with her juices and shoved it up her ass in protest, making her yelp in the midst of inviting her coworkers to join us.

We had licked and fingered each other to a messy orgasm apiece by the time the other security guards arrived. One was tall and thin, and about the same color as Lawanda. The other was pale like me, a bit short for a guy, and a bit paunchy, and apparently Dave, as his voice announced, "We're here!" unnecessarily when they entered.

Although I was in no state of mind to reject advances from either of the men, I gravitated toward the tall one as my first choice; I'd seen him around from time to time but never learned what he was called. His nameplate read 'Jackson,' though, and that was good enough for me. "Suck your cock for you, Officer?" I asked, batting my eyelashes and fondling my breasts. The eyelash thing was overkill, in a sense, ...