The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... minutes before he pulled out and came all over my stomach. Then D.J. - sweet D.J. - gave up his shot at my ass and fucked my pussy to another of countless orgasms on the evening, before jerking off in my mouth before I collapsed into the bed in ecstatic exhaustion. I came back around some amount of time later, being spooned on the bed by Malcolm. He was dozing too, but when he noticed me stirring he came around. "Hey, honey, how you doing?" he asked. "Um. I'm good. I'm, uh, yeah," I didn't know what to say; embarrassment reigned. "Hey, did you have fun tonight?" I thought about it for a few seconds, before the truth won out. "Hell yeah, I did!" He laughed. "Good. Good. Listen, you want to shower up at all? You hungry? You need a drink? What can I do for you?" "Oh, yeah. Damn. All of those things sound good. Shower, food and water. Probably in that order." He slid out of bed, lifted me up out of the bed into his strong arms and carried me into the bathroom, depositing me softly in his stand-up shower. "Okay, sweetie, take your time, and we'll take care of you when you're done." And they did. By the time I got out of the shower, they had a nice terrycloth robe waiting for me and a big-ass bowl of ice cream and I sat on the couch and enjoyed the hell out of that while Darrel gave me a foot rub. Malcolm offered to ...

... take me home if I wanted, but I spent the night there in his bed before he gave me a ride back home on Thanksgiving morning, letting my borrow one of his hoodie sweatshirts (which basically covered my entire body) in lieu of my cum-stained dress from the previous night. By Friday afternoon, my little body was still sore as shit from my Wednesday night escapade, enough so that I felt like absolute crap going through warm-ups and the layup line in advance of our sixth game of the season. But, just before tip-off, I saw Malcolm, Darrel and D.J. walk down the tunnel and file into courtside seats to support me and my teammates. All those worries went away and I felt confident again. I had my first good game in my new uniform, I felt I proved myself to my new teammates and, most importantly, I had a lot of fun. And, every time I made a play, those three guys stood up on the sideline and cheered for me - just the first of many times they would show up to check out our games and cheer me and my teammates on. And since that day, those guys had my back every step of the way. They've never told anybody what happened that night, they've never treated me as anything less than a princess and they've never expected anything more from me than I was willing to give. But, luckily for all involved, I'm usually willing to give plenty.