The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... the ground, leaning against the bed, gathering my senses when a pair of strong arms lifted me up by my underarms off the ground and sat me on the bed. I expected it to me Malcolm, but when the person belonging to those two strong arms gently wiped away some of the accumulated cum on my face, I saw that it was Darrel. "Jordan, I know I said I'd be down with just a blowjob and all, but god, I really want to fuck you now." In a quiet voice and with just a simple nod of my face I looked up at him and whispered: "Okay." He again lifted me up by my underarms, pulled my dress up and helped me take it off over my head, baring myself to the guys. He then turned me around and put me back on all fours. "And, you know, I was thinking. Uh, I wanna fuck that ass." That got my attention and I immediately exclaimed "No!" It was a word I hadn't been using a whole lot this evening, but I had good reason. I rolled over on my side to get more comfortable. "Why not, honey? I'll be gentle." "I'm sure you will, but dude, there is no way your giant cock is going into my ass." He laughed. "Nah, baby. I'll use a shitload of lube and you'll be fine. I'll take care of you. You'll like it." "I dunno. I might let D.J. fuck me in the ass, but not you." "D.J.? Why D.J.?" "Well, he's a lot smaller than you." This comment cracked Darrel and Malcolm right up and they started clowning on D.J. "Oh, you hear that squirt? She said you got a small dick!" "Nooo, believe me, he doesn't have a small dick. But, damn, ...

... compared with y'all, he not as big." D.J. took my response in the nature it was intended. "Here, check it, honey," said Darrel. "I'll start with just my finger and then slowly build up to it and, you know, if at any point you want to stop, just say so and I'll stop." It's not that I felt pressured, but I wanted to give these guys what they wanted. And I was flattered that they wanted me. And so, "Okay" somehow came out of my mouth. "That's a girl," said Darrel, moving over to the bedside table and coming back with an indiscriminate tube of something that I trusted was lube. He helped me back up onto my hands and my knees and, as I looked back at him in anticipation, he gently petted my ass as he drizzled the fluid down my crack and then got his hand all juiced up. I turned my gaze back down to the bed, asking myself what the hell I was doing, when I felt his enormous presence against my little puckered ass. "Hey, man, I thought you were just gonna start with a finger!" I exclaimed as I turned around to look at him. "Yeah, honey, I am," he responded and I noticed that what I thought was his cock was merely his little pinky finger that he was lightly massaging my asshole with. Shit, I was gonna be in trouble. But, Darrel, true to his word, turned out to be a gentle giant. He massaged the rim of my ass for about a minute before he began to make any penetration. And, given the enormous finger that Malcom had used to open my ass up, when Darrel did finally use his pinky to make ...