The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... Malcolm’s giant cock. And still he kept fucking me, pushing me forward onto D.J.’s cock, deeper and deeper, probably deeper than I was comfortable as I began to feel myself gag some. D.J. tried to slow down some in response to my struggles, but it wasn’t really up to him. Malcom was in full steam-engine mode now, in-and-out, in-and-out. Malcolm’s thrusts kept pushing me forward onto D.J. and I toughed it out, opening my mouth more and more for D.J.’s pleasure. Until I was too much for poor D.J. to handle and he began to spurt. Malcolm hardly even noticed, continuing to pound away at my pussy, fingering my ass. As D.J. began to cum, the sensation of my tight little mouth on his engorged cock was too much for him to handle, so he instinctively pulled away. And in the process, his cock slid out of my mouth and, once again, I was left with a face full of cum, as he sprayed my hair, my eyes, my cheek and my mouth. D.J. pulled away into the dark recesses of the bedroom, where Darrel was somewhere as well, watching as Malcolm continue to drive me crazy with passion. It is one thing to have a guy you really like fucking the hell out of you. But it is another thing entirely to be two orgasms in, with the full loads of two other guys already on your face, and still getting fucked. Seriously, getting cummed on is fun. Continuing to get fucked while you’re face is drenched in cum? Ridiculously hot. I was in such ecstasy, I didn’t even have time to worry about the hassle that the cum in ...

... my eye was going to be, or how hard it was going to be to get the cum out of my hair. I was just getting fucked. I leaned forward onto my folder arms and opened up my body for Malcolm to fuck me, waiting on that third orgasm that was just about to come. Seconds away from orgasm, Malcolm suddenly slowed, then pulled out of me and gently flipped me over. “Everybody else has painted your face, I want to get in on that fun, too.” He pulled my lower body to the edge of the bed and, staring into my face, re-entered me missionary style. Even in the handful of seconds he was out of my pussy, it contracted a little bit, making the re-entry slightly uncomfortable. But, once in, he again had me on the verge of orgasm in no time. As that now familiar wave rushed over me and those inner contractions started in me, that familiar blank stare went over Malcolm’s face as he pulled out of me and then pulled my body down the edge of the bed to stare his giant cock straight in the head. With my orgasm still going strong and with the fingers of my right hand now finding my clit on my own, Malcolm’s cock exploded, drenching my forehead in a blast of cum. Readjusting, I slid my body up and the next wave found my open mouth, inundating my lips, my tongue, hell, my tonsils with his warm cum. One more blast hit my lower lip and slid down my chin as I moved forward again and took his sensitive cock softly in my mouth, finishing him off and sucking the rest of his cum right down my throat. I sat there on ...