Threesomed 2

by New Dawning Books

  I didn't care. For the first time in my life, my cock was in a woman—a girl really. After a few short thrusts and groans, Malia's warm wetness encased the length of my shaft. When Malia's pussy bottomed out, my gasp matched hers and I savored the warm erotic feeling of the lining of her channel swathing my cock. God she feels good. Being inside a woman's pussy had to be the greatest feeling in the whole world for a man.

  "Jesus you're big," Malia bellowed.

  Sandy, who'd taken up residence beside Cindy and sucked on her tit laughed. The better to take care of three naughty girls.

  "He's big enough to make porn movies."

  I felt Cindy's pussy waggle as she giggled. "Don't get any ideas, girl."

  "Don't worry." Said Malia. "It would be kind of fun though."

  "Until your friends and family saw it." Sandy warned.

  Malia laughed. "You got that right. Can you imagine what my family would say if they saw me making it with a white man?"

  "No. Hurry up so I can take a spin on Carl's staff."

  "All right. I'm not complaining, but God, I feel full." Malia remained still for a second then eased her pussy around in small circles, testing the constraints of the cock inside her. After a few more seconds, she moved to and fro and sometimes in circles riding my cock, cowgirl style. Malia's pussy fit tight and every movement felt like a slice of heaven. As she worked my cock, I gasped from the sinful sensations that coursed through my body.

  Gazing up the length of Cindy's slender frame, the view from the apex of her sex was phenomenal. Between her glorious twin mounds, my gaze met her beautiful eyes.

  As I continued to scarf on Cindy's clit and fuck her sopping wet channel with my fingers, her tummy muscles contracted and she dug her fingers into the headboard to held on. She moaned and pushed herself up against my hungry mouth as her pussy spasmed in anticipation. I tweaked Cindy's hard nipple, pinching and tugging it as Sandy sucked on her other nipple. Cindy moaned from the bombardment of erotic sensations and lolled her head back.

  As Malia got used to my cock, her momentum increased, fucking me harder and faster. All at once, her movements changed. Her rhythm became irregular almost spastic and then she yelled, "Oh fuck, I'm cuming!" She ground her snatch hard into my pubis and dug her nails into my skin.

  "Ow!"

  "Sorry."

  "God, it's like a tidal wave," she yelled, as she writhed and spasmed, "I see stars. It's amazing." As her convulsions and jerking slowed, she rolled off and hugged me.

  Sandy scooted down and nudged Malia's arm off of me. "Okay, you had your turn. Now, it's my turn." Lifting her leg over my groin, she repeated what Malia had done. In less than a minute, the second beautiful girl of the night and for that matter, my whole life, managed to impale herself on my cock and fucked me. It was like I died and was in heaven…do they fuck in heaven.

  I gasped at the fingerlike feeling of her pussy muscles as they tightened around my shaft with each stroke. As Sandy fucked me, every wondrous down stroke pull a soft grunt of pleasure out of me.

  Cindy jerked and gasped. Sandy had leaned forward and hugged Cindy, wrapping her hands around her breasts, teasing her supple nipples. Sandy nuzzled her mouth against Cindy's neck, and peppered it with tiny kisses. Cindy moaned. Releasing her right hand from the headboard, she reached back, raised her arm and wrapped her hand around Sandy's head. "Jesus, you're a sexy bitch."

  "So are you," replied Sandy.

  Cindy turned her head and Sandy slipped her tongue, between her lips. Then Malia joined in, hugging and kissing the two of them.

  I could only take so much. All the fucking, sucking, wrenching, and bare skin had brought my own orgasm to the forefront. I tried to hold back, but was past the point of no return. "Look out girls I'm cuming!" A delicious tingly sensation erupted from my balls and spread throughout my body. I too felt like I was riding a wave as my first shot of creamy white semen into a woman/girl, shot deep into Sandy's snatch. That was followed by another, and then five more spurts ending with an oozing gush of jism.

  As I was finishing, Cindy moved erratically, squirming and fidgeting. "Oh yeah. Keep it up. I'm cuming."

  Then Sandy came and together they jerked and writhed, sometimes together and sometimes in opposition. "Oh, fuck, Baby. What a fucking climax. You rang my fucking bell!"

  * * * *

  When Sandy and my orgasms wore down, we collapsed in a heap on top of Carl. Malia joined in and he wrapped arms around us.

  Relaxing with a satisfied grin on his handsome face, Carl acted as if he was finished. He obviously didn't know us girls. I gave him a three-minute rest, then got up on my knees. "C'mon girls. I'm the only one Carl hasn't dipped his donkey dick in. Help me get him up. I want to see if his cucumber sized phallus feels as good as it looks and tastes."

  He may not have thought he could get hard again—many men don't—but we showed him. Having three, attractive, determined damsels on their knees at once paying oral homage to his royal staff, Carl got hard in no time. Lined up in a row with our legs spread shamelessly, he fucked me, and Malia and Sandy and…you get the idea.

  Carl and went with his oversized, arrogant, jutting cock from hungry pussy to hungry pussy, furiously pounding us and filling our needs. We fed off each other. The longer we fucked and sucked, the more juiced up we became. We were insatiable and it became a marathon and Carl was a stallion.

  Then, with rays from the morning sun blazing through the window, it truly couldn't have worked out better. Carl boned me doggy style, as I ate Malia's pussy and fingered Sandy's. It really must have been quite the sight, when my former boyfriend, Chad, walked in.

  First, I heard his gasp, then a whiney bleat, "Cindy, what are you doing?"

  Making sure my breasts swung back and forth for Chad as Carl pounded me from behind, I looked up. "I'm getting fucked and eating pussy."

  "How could you? With Carl no less."

  "What's wrong with Carl? He's good looking and makes me…all of us feel good with his ten incher. Show Chad your big dick baby."

  I watched in the mirrored wardrobe as he pulled his pride out of me, wrapped his hand around it and showed it to Chad. "It has her tasty cream all over it. You wanna lick it."

  "Fuck you. I'll deal with you later for fucking my girlfriend." He looked back at me. There was a tear in his eye. "How could you Cindy. I love you."

  That made my eyes open wide. "You love me? What happened to Darla Dickmouth?"

  "It's Duckworth. I just left her. I realized I love you and broke it off with her not thirty minutes ago and now this?"

  "I know, aren't I wicked. Maybe if you hurry, you can get her back." I reached back and padded his roommate on the thigh. "I guess he's not interested in licking my cream off your whopper, Baby. You can stick it back in me and while you're at it, wrap your hand around my hip and finger my clitty."

  Epilogue

  Thanks to Chad breaking the bedroom door off the hinges and shattering, a few breakable item and then Slamming the front door out, I had payback in the form my third big cock climax, sixth overall, but who's counting. Carl had three—not bad for a former virgin. I also special delivered Malia's fifth and Sandy's seventh orgasms after which we finally we dozed off.

  When we girls woke six hours later, we welcomed Malia to the world of bisexuality. Since in her first Sapphic venture she received and thoroughly enjoyed our interlude, Malia insisted on repaying me. So we did the triple cock-sucking thing on Carl, got him good and hard, then repeated the boy-cock-in-girl, girl-tongue-in-girl thing. Only this time Carl shagged Malia on her back while I, as they say, sat on her face. Upon enjoying her first Sapphic giving experience as much as receiving, she did Sandy, too, while I ate her out on my elbows and knees as Carl rutted me from behind me. Our free for all Fuck/suckfest went on for another two hours, before we left with promise of returning for further instruction.

  * * * *

  My impromptu liaison with Cindy, Sandy and Malia evolved into a very unorthodox relationship.r />
  There was so much to learn about sex and my girls seemed to know it all. They said they got most of it from the internet and talking to other girls, but I wondered. Anyway, we had weekly sex lessons for a month and I got the impression they could come up with new things to teach me for a year.

  I loved all my girls, but I'd had a crush on Cindy since she went with Chad. It used to kill me hearing Chad fuck Cindy. I'm sure it was the same with Chad, after I started bonking his girl, so Chad moved out. I asked Cindy if she wanted to move in with me and she didn't hesitate.

  After that Sandy and Malia decided I didn't need lessons anymore so we agreed to having what they termed a pleasure romp once a month.

  Then Sandy and Malia wanted to find inexperienced geeks of their own to train.

  Cindy explained it to me, "You have to remember, you had very little knowledge of sex and no experience. We didn't start out to do what we did, but we taught you to have sex our way—the way it pleased us. We had a lot of fun and a great many orgasms training you and the result was a lover who knew and did exactly what we liked and loved to please us. You might say you spoiled us. There's no way we could ever replicate what you give us with the so called experienced men we could date."

  "Have they found the men they want?"

  "Ah-huh."

  "Good for them. Does that mean no more pleasure romps?"

  She scrunched her adorable nose. "Nope. I hope you have an open mind, dear."

  "Why?"

  "Because, just like the three of us taught you. I have to help them teach their men."

  I gulped. "What does that mean?"

  "Well, if you remember, we had intensive instruction sessions to start with, then weekly and gradually slowing down to pleasure romps, but remember, you are my baby. I love you and will always take good care or you—even through the intensive sessions. Don't forget while I'll be going off to have pleasure romps twice a month with their new beaus, you can still look forward to a pleasure romp of your own each month."

  "What if we get married?"

  "Would you want to?"

  "Yes, yes I love you. Marry me please?"

  "I will, but not until we both get out of college. And until then, Sandy and Malia's men will have to share them with you, like you share me with them."

  What could I say? The die had been cast right from the start.

  The End

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