The Polycule Molecule - Sex Stories

The Polycule Molecule

... else, I told my gray matter sternly. The sound of a raspberry echoed in my cranium.

While I was having a futile argument with my own imagination, Gloria had worked her hands under my shirt and bra and was groping my breasts quite aggressively. After a moment, I realized she wasn't the only one. Mitchell was standing behind me and cupping my boobs while he ground his erection against my ass. My own hands had taken it upon themselves to return the favor, squeezing Gloria's rather glorious globes, which one of us had apparently exposed to the open air.

Mitchell was trying to get my pants and panties down, and to my surprise, I willingly helped him do so. Gloria sat down in her chair again and hiked up the lower part of her dress, making it more of a belt than a garment, and exposed her sex to us. None of my idle fantasies of her had ever progressed to such a point, and I was mesmerized by the sight of her privates.

From the looks of things, she probably shaved most of the time, but her hair had grown back somewhat since her last landscaping, possibly thanks to her own bout with the virus. I found it very cute and appealing, especially when I reached out and rubbed my fingers against the stubble, giggling at the bristly, ticklish feeling. Gloria smiled and tittered, too.

Without bothering to ask permission or even announce our intentions, Mitchell started fucking me from behind while I bent down and tasted pussy for the first time. Well, I suppose technically it was ...

... the second pussy, since I'd tasted myself a few times, usually on my boyfriend's lips when we were being kinky, or on his dick when we were beingreally kinky. Or what I used to think of as being really kinky, back in the old days.

I think I did a pretty good job for a novice, at least judging by Gloria's actions. She was moaning and squirming, occasionally thrashing, and leaking copious lubrication in response to my efforts. I know now that the aftermath of the infection was partly responsible; among other inhibitions, it suppresses the need some people feel to deny their pleasure, leading to very unrestrained expressions of passion. Caveats aside, I made her cum hard and felt pretty damn accomplished. Mitch pumped a load into my twat while I was licking Gloria clean, and I damn near squirted it right back out when I finally rubbed my clitty hard enough to push me over. It still seemed kind of weird and inappropriate, but it was damn enjoyable.

"Have a seat and let me return the favor!" Gloria suggested a few minutes later, after we'd caught our breath. I'd been leaning back against Mitchell, allowing him to fondle my tits some more, and kind of daydreaming while I felt his cum dribble out of me.In for a penny, in for a pounding, I thought to myself, shrugging and tossing my ass down in my chair, splaying my legs in a way that would have seemed very lewd that morning.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but Gloria was a significantly better rug muncher than ...