The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... didn’t seem to be even a hint of a joke in her expression. But Malcolm just said, “Good night, girl” and Morgan and Darrel were able to quickly get Karen out the front door and into the girl’s apartment next door. I’m guessing she would wake up on Thanksgiving morning not all that thankful for her action on Thanksgiving eve. “Wow, quite a display!” was my witty comment as the door shut and Karen was gone. “Aw, don’t worry about her, honey. She’s dumb,” Malcolm calmed me. “Do you always get girls offering to ‘blow you real quick’?” I joked, to lighten the mood. “Well, you’d be surprised,” he responded. Darrel ducked back in the front door and immediately found me and said: “I’m sorry. And Morgan said she’s sorry. And I bet that dumb bitch will be sorry if she remembers that shit tomorrow.” “Aw, no worries. Thanks.” “So, enough of that bullshit. Let’s chill,” said D.J. “Hey Morgan, you smoke?” he asked, pulling out a two-foot bong from behind the side of the couch, opening a drawer in the table next to the couch and coming back with the biggest bag of green buds you’d ever want to see. “Wow. Hell, yeah,” I said. Little-known fact: marijuana is usually the drug of choice for most basketball players. We’re fit, so our lungs can handle the smoke. It is a great pain killer for the wear and tear on ankle and knees and the like. And, unlike alcohol, it is zero-calorie, so we don’t fuck up our training too much by puffing. Plus, it allows you to keep some semblance of your senses, ...

... unlike the poor girl who just got dragged off to bed kicking and screaming. So, we smoked. And then we threw on some music, starting with Kanye and weaving through a great playlist on one of the guy’s iPhones. And we smoked some more. And we turned down the lights real low. And we smoked some more. And we settled back on the couch. And, the next thing you know, Darrel and D.J. have disappeared god knows where and Malcolm and I are alone on the couch and he’s got his giant hand on my bare thigh and it feels so good. I lean into him and he leans into me and our mouths meet and our lips squish against each other. Our lips part and our tongues meet and our eyes close and his hand moves further up my thigh, under my skirt, and his hand reaches my panties and pets me slowly and softly. I gasp in ecstasy as his hand pulls aside my panties and his hand is on my pussy and his middle finger is wiggling my lips apart, trying to earn passage deeper into me until suddenly it does, sliding deep and firm into my suddenly moist pussy. I’m enjoying the moment in silence, eyes closed, taking in every move when Malcolm’s left hand reaches up to my face and gently pushes my face to the right. I open my eyes to see what he’s doing and I’m greeted by the sight of a huge semi-erect cock staring me right in my face. My immediate response – probably not the one that anybody was looking for – was to burst out laughing. “What?” asked Darrel, the owner of that huge cock. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, ...