The Polycule Molecule - Sex Stories

The Polycule Molecule

... more like melons than berries!" I accepted the invitation and began exploring her rapidly moistening folds with my fingers, even as I rolled my eyes at the joke, which was old hat to me.

"You may as well help yourself to some food," Byron offered. "Berry might be ready to go pretty soon, but Hank and I need a few more minutes to recuperate." I directed Elena into the now-empty chair next to mine, forcing Hank to move around and sit next to Byron, and where we found it convenient to play with each other's pussies while we ate with our other hands. The boys were clearly doing the same, and we spent the next fifteen minutes or so eating and getting to know our new friend.

Once our bellies were filled, and the cocks were hard enough to be serviceable, the guys bent us over the kitchen table and ploughed us from behind. Elena and I made out while it happened, and we enjoyed nice, long fucks from both boys, who switched back and forth a number of times. They both seemed to be at the stage where they had cum so much that they were finding it difficult to reach another peak, which suited me just fine, although I was in kind of the same boat myself.

Elena, on the other hand, was fresh and juicy, and soon had a wet and screaming climax all over the tablecloth. Then she had a second one about five minutes later, and a third five minutes after that. I was starting to feel a bit jealous, truth be told, and a little annoyed that I would need to buy a new tablecloth. The guys ...

... finally got themselves off soon afterwards, and deposited their seed in our pussies. Since I was still chasing my next cum, I demanded that our guest sixty-nine with me, and we took our party to the bedroom. I laid down on my back with Elena above me, hoping to minimize the water damage to my comforter from her drooling quim.

The boys laid themselves out next to us, mouth-to-cock, and did their best to suck each other back to useful rigidity while we slurped their splooge from our pussies. Elena, as it turned out, was damn near an expert at licking girls out, and before long she had me screaming and creaming, and totally ruining my plan to avoid blanket-stains from sex juices.

"So sorry, you guys, but I can't stay much longer," Elena apologized a short while later, after we'd caught our collective breaths, and the men-folk had abandoned hope of additional erections. "My girlfriend will be getting off work soon, and she texted me earlier today to mention she'd bought a strap-on. I mean, if any of you want to join us, you're welcome, but it looks like you're all pretty much worn out."

Hank and Byron both politely declined, and I didn't feel right about walking out on them to hook up with some strange woman. Or at least, not on the strangers' date night. Perhaps I would have, if I wasn't feeling so well-fucked just then. At any rate, I helped our guest gather up her clothes and kissed her goodbye in the doorway, watching her walk down the hallway in just her panties and ...