‘Goddamn rough night,’ she thought. Her hair was in a state of freshly fucked, as was her make-up. Black streaks ran down her face blending with the crusty white stuff she hoped was drool, but knew better.
There was more dried cum on her breasts, across her tummy and along her inner thighs.
“Ugh, it’s in my ear,” she whispered, and then thought, ‘How many men did I sleep with last night?’
Molly turned the shower on and walked back into the room. Sprawled across her bed were three very different, but equally sexy men. “Neapolitan ice cream,” she breathed, covering her mouth as she burst into giggles. Neapolitan ice cream is what she had called them when she first noticed them sitting across the bar from her. ‘How delicious,’ is what she moaned a few hours later.
The redheaded man, rolled over and it pulled the blanket off himself and the chocolate haired man. Their naked bodies caused an ache to begin between her legs despite the soreness.
She walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the spray of the hot water enjoying the way it felt on her sore tingling body.
“I can’t remember the last time sex made me sore,” she laughed. “Well, that’s what happens when you stay up having hot kinky sex all night,” she said grinning again thinking of the extreme sexiness lying naked on her bed.
After washing her long auburn hair for the second time, Molly stood with her eyes closed allowing the suds to wash over her as she remembered the night before.
**
Molly had gone out looking for a bit of fun. She had been in a loveless, boring relationship for too long because to her, it was for better or for worse. Then that son of a bitch had walked out on her, stating that she was too boring and prudish.
“Me? Prudish? Ha!” she said bitterly, as she slid her curvy body into a sexy pair of ass hugging jeans.
After doing the ‘gotta get them over my hips dance’ she stood with her back to the mirror, twisting her neck to get a good look at her ass. Giving up breathing for the night was totally worth how fabulous it looked.
Towards the end of the night and after repeated reassurances that Molly would not be upset, her friend Sue left her alone at the bar so she could go home with some odd looking brown haired man. Instead of being bitter, Molly ordered another shot. That’s when she noticed her Neapolitan ice cream.
With a few grins and a wink the three beautiful men made their way to her. The tallest, more athletic looking of the three was the first to reach her and introduce himself. His name was Steve.
Molly could tell he was used to getting first pick when it came to the ladies. How could they resist with his blonde hair, big brown eyes and slight dusting of freckles? Just a good hometown boy. Molly wasn’t fooled.
The next to introduce himself was Shane. Not quite as tall as the other two, but model handsome. A head full of red hair, blue-green eyes and pale perfect skin.
The last one to introduce himself was definitely her favorite of the three. Almost as tall as Steve, Henry was slighter of frame, but you could see the strength in him. Chocolate brown hair, green eyes surrounded by long thick dark lashes, high cheekbones and lush full lips made for a beautiful man.
Henry was the one Molly truly wanted to take home, but after another glance around she realized she wouldn’t kick any of them out of her bed.
“Sit with me, and buy me a drink,” she said boldly to Henry and patted the seat next her.
**
Standing in the shower, Molly remembered how wantonly she behaved. She flirted and touched them all as she giggled sweetly for them. She blushed at how bold she was, but at the same time she felt a low tingle forming between her legs.
**
Several drinks, and even more shots, later, Molly was horny and ready to play. Looking into Henry’s eyes, Molly ran her hand up his thigh. “I don’t want to go home alone.”
He hesitated and looked nervously at his friends.
Shane grinned, “He came with us so we have to watch out for him. How can we guarantee you won’t hurt him?”
Molly grinned, looking at each man. She licked her lips at how tasty the men were and it had been so long.
Making her decision, she leaned back against Steve, placed her hand firmly on Henry’s hardening cock and looked into Shane’s eyes. “Well, I suppose you will have to come home with us.”
**
With the water beating down on her, Molly moved her hands over her hard nipples, pinching them. She moaned slightly at the vision of hands on her body; so many hands.
**
Molly’s legs were wrapped tightly around Shane’s waist and his hands were firmly on her thighs. Steve stood behind her, grinding his cock along her ass and kneading her breasts. She had her hands on Henry’s cheeks kissing deeply; hungrily.
“Bedroom,” Shane snapped, pulling her away from the other two.
Molly giggled, “Straight ahead, the door on the right.”
Shane tossed her over his shoulder making her squeal and she slapped his ass.
He dropped her on the bed and started to climb on top of her.
She held her foot up. “Stop!”
“What?”
“Since there are three of you and only one of me, I will call the shots.”
Steve grinned, “I think I like that.”
“Do you? Well, strip for me.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said chuckling. He kicked out of his shoes and pulled his shirt off at the same time.
Molly giggled at his eagerness and climbed on her knees. “Drop them Steve,” she said motioning for his pants.
He unfastened them and let them, and his boxers, fall to his ankles.
Steve stood there naked and proud of himself. He was roughly five inches, but he was wide. It made her eyebrows raised and she smiled at him. “Nice.”
Molly turned to Shane. “Your turn.”
Without a word he removed his clothing, showing how lovely his body was and a cock that was longer, but narrower than Steve’s.
“Now for you sweet Henry.”
Henry never took his eyes off her as he toed out of his shoes, and pulled his shirt over his head. He looked to the other men and then back to her as he pulled his pants and boxers down too.
“Holy shit, Henry,” Molly purred. He was long and wide and Molly wanted him. She wanted them all.
She climbed off the bed and Steve said, smiling, “Your turn.”
“First, I think I need to…” she stopped talking and walked to Steve and ran her hand over his already hard cock, then over Henry’s and finally over Shane’s.
**
Molly’s hands were running over her tummy and down over her achy, needy pussy remembering last night. There were so many naughty flashes popping into her mind, like Molly on her knees with Henry’s cock shoved deep in her mouth as she stroked the other men before pulling them closer to her, needing to taste their flavors as well.
Her fingers dip between her lips, caressing her swollen nub, reminding her of Shane’s expert tongue.
**
Shane was lying on his back holding Molly’s hips as she slid her pussy across his mouth. Her thighs were quivering on either side of his head. She was moaning, and switching between Steve’s and Henry’s cock.
The contrast between Steve’s forceful pumping, Henry’s deep gentle thrusts, and Shane’s quickening assault on her cunny was driving her insane.