The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... licked my asshole and rubbed my clit. Maybe that Karen chick was right; maybe I was a dirty little slut. When I regained my senses, Malcolm was berating Darrel. “Man, why’d you have to cum on her face?” I came to Darrel’s defense. “No, it’s cool. That was totally hot. But now I gotta get fucked. Who’s up?” Malcolm wasted no time claiming his prize. He pushed D.J. aside and pulled me up by my hands to a standing position. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” He led the way, stopping to pick up my panties from the floor, handing them to me. “Here, you want to use these to clean your face off?” I took that as a sign of chivalry and cleaned most of Darrel’s cum off of my face, but couldn’t do a whole lot with the batch that had flown up into my hair. And, anyway, we were soon into the bedroom and the next thing I know I’m on all fours with Malcolm behind me. I looked back at him and smiled as I watched him line up his cock for the runway. He winked at me, just as I felt the tip of his cock press up against my lips. Then he pierced me, spreading me wider than I had ever been spread before. There was a measure of pain, more like a pinch than anything else, and then he was in me. And he was mercifully gentle. Meanwhile, D.J. had taken a spot opposite Malcolm and now it was my turn to repay him for all the good he had done for me on the couch. His dick was noticeably smaller than the others – D.J. was only six-foot-two – but still bigger than most. Still, I took his smaller size as a ...

... blessing. Better yet, I barely had to do any work. The way I was lined up on the bed, every time Malcolm thrust forward, it pushed me forward onto D.J’s cock. And when he pulled back out, I pulled back out on D.J.’s cock. I was like an automatic fucking machine, Malcolm providing the impetus for much of my blowjob on D.J. Malcolm was phenomenal. As he was fucking me, he always had a hand arousing me in other ways. At first, he was leaning in and caressing one of my breasts. Then, he was reaching around me and rubbing my clit as he fucked me. And then, wow. And then, he started playing with my asshole. With each thrust back onto his cock, he slipped his middle finger into my little asshole. Now, like I said, I’m no quivering virgin. I’ve even played with my ass a little bit. But, again like I’ve said, these are big guys. And, Malcolm’s middle finger was fucking big too. No lube, no nothing, but maybe the foreplay that D.J. had given me had loosened me up enough that his finger slid right into me without much resistance. And damn, did that feel good. Did I imagine it, or could I feel his finger and his cock almost rubbing together against a membrane. Damn, did I feel like I dirty little whore. And damn, did I like it. Before there was even a hint of one of these guys nearing another orgasm, I was into my second one. My whole body shuddered, I let out a guttural moan that I’m sure sounded like a wild animal of some sort, and god damn did I cum. I could feel my pussy tremble around ...