The Cupcakes and Brooklyn Dave - Part Three

by Miss Molly Cupcake


So after an exciting dinner and lots of oral sex, I was perched on my hands and knees, my husband’s cock between my lips and Dave’s cock at the entrance to my cunt.

Dave pushed in and I pushed back, securing him deep inside.  C is thicker than Dave, but Dave is longer and curved, so the sensation was completely different.  Dave began fucking me and I tried to replicate my deep sucking on C’s cock.  Dave’s fingers were pushing deep into my hips and his thrusts were so hard they were pushing me forward.  I moved back, trying to get in a position where I could take Dave’s thrusts without being thrusted myself.  He felt amazing and he started smacking my ass- giant, powerful smacks against my skin- and I almost couldn’t take it.  I was so turned on and so wet my pussy was making slurping sounds as Dave punched in and out of me.  Dave was fucking me so furiously and so fast that sucking C’s cock was simply not possible.

C realized this and gave me a look that said forget it.  I wasn’t so easily resigned and tried to move back again, which meant feeling Dave bottom out in my pussy.  C had enough though and had already lost hardness, so he stroked my hair and watched me get pounded from behind.  All I could think of was Dave’s description of Elle moving across the bed while he fucked her from behind.  I was not going to be Elle, so I did my best to stay put and push back against him.  God dammit, I was going to take his cock like a woman should!  When Dave had fucked me to the point I was now face to face with C, I stopped him, if only so C could get out of what seemed to be an awkward position for him.

C went over to the desk and sat down in the chair to watch.  Dave laid down on the bed and, at his suggestion, I climbed on top.  As Dave’s cock slid into my cunt my mouth dropped.
“Ohhh…” was all I managed to get out.

Dave smirked and replied, “Yeah.”

I was sore from the pounding and was in heaven with the feeling of his cock filling me so well, so I rode him slow and leaned in to started kissing again.

I let my hands frame Dave’s face.  I let my fingers rub up against his side burns and I kissed him- soft but with purpose.  We kept kissing as I pushed myself up and down his shaft, our tongues mixing with each thrust.  It felt sweet and genuine and surprisingly intimate.

The combination of stimulation to my clit and the curve of his cock started to get to me and I felt my orgasm start to build.  I started moving faster.  Moaning.  I kissed his neck and drew his skin between my lips.  I laid my forehead on his and fucked him faster while he whispered dirty things to me.

“Are you going to cum?”

I nodded.

“Cum on my cock.  I want to feel you cum on my cock.  You’re such a slut.”

I was so close.  I felt it in my toes.  My clit felt amazing.  Dave’s cock felt amazing.  Dave’s hands were on my breasts.  He grabbed my nipples and squeezed.

Painfully hard.

So hard, I lost my orgasm.

But we were still going!  And it was still good!  And I didn’t know how to explain that all of a sudden it was going to take me forever to build back up so when Dave asked me if I was good, I said yes. (donthatemeforbeingatotalliar)

We rolled over and Dave asked me something.  I don’t know what it was but I remember telling him I wasn’t done with his cock.  He said good and within seconds he was entering me from above.  I wrapped my legs around him and he drove into me while we continued to kiss and nibble and bite.

I wanted to scream.  I wanted to let a stream of dirty words flow from my lips like pollen from a dandelion in the wind.  But I didn’t.  I just moaned.  I looked over to C, but I couldn’t make him out.  I couldn’t tell what he was doing- whether he was enjoying the show, angry, frustrated.  It was too dark.  Dave and I seemed to be winded and it seemed like time for a break.  Dave asked me that question that I hate.

“What do you want?”

Future boys who may sleep with me (and boys in the past who have slept with me and might wanna do it again), don’t ask me this question.  If I am caught up in fucking you, I won’t have an answer.  The submissive in me wants you to tell me what the fuck YOU want next and make me give it to you.  I was too blissed to say anything at all, so I just kissed him again.  When I caught my breath and my senses, I suggested we try a double penetration.

“Good, I’ll be on bottom” was Dave’s reply.

“You’re going to have to go slow,” I warned C.  “I don’t know if I can handle it, but I want to try.”

I got on top of Dave again and C got the lube.  I felt the cold gel on the crack of my ass and Dave’s cock moving inside my pussy.  Dave grabbed my breasts and squeezed while C worked first one finger in, then two.

It felt incredible.

I started moving on Dave’s cock, pushing him deeper while C’s fingers worked my ass.
He put a third in.

I thought I was going to die.  As if I wasn’t already aroused, Dave took the opportunity to continue with his dirty talk.

“Take us both.  I can feel his fingers against my cock.  You’re such a slut.”

I wanted it.  I needed it.  I was going to take them both.  I felt C remove his fingers and the head of his cock press against my ass.  I was riding Dave in full out whore mode, biting my lip and waiting to let go completely with two big, thick cocks shoved inside me.

But I couldn’t feel anything.  C wasn’t entering me.  I could tell that he wasn’t hard.  I was worried.  I thought maybe he was upset.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“No, I can’t do it.  Keep going though.”

C got off and went back to watching.  Dave and I rolled over and he told me to put my legs together.  He pushed his cock through and down along my clit, just barely entering me with each thrust.  I tried to angle up, the shallow thrusts were driving me mad.  We locked our lips together and continued kissing, foreheads together, and I could feel the sweat drip from his face as he continued to fuck me.

We repositioned again, back to me on top.  My mind kept drifting back to my husband.  Was he upset?  Was everything okay?  I tried to make eye contact, but it was too dark for me to see.  I held back my screams and rode Dave as forcefully as I could muster.  I joked with him about the painful hickeys I could already feel forming on my neck.  I leaned down to return the favor along his collar.

At this point exhaustion was overtaking us both, and I could tell Dave was wearing down as well.  Again I inched up to the orgasm line.  I was so close.  It felt so great and I wanted it so bad.  I was going to do it.  I was going to have my first orgasm during intercourse without my fingers.

Then I turned my head and saw my husband and my worry came back.  I just couldn’t do it.  So I faked it again and when Dave asked if I was finished, I nodded and rolled off.  He held me in his arm and I laid my head on his chest while we both caught our breath.

In less than a minute, I could hear Dave snoring.  I was more exhausted than I can remember being ever.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warmth and his heartbeat for a few minutes.  His right arm was wrapped around me and the fingers of his left were stroking my arm.  It was gentle and intimate and completely wonderful.  I hated to move, but I missed my husband and so I asked him to move over and called to C to come join us on the bed.

I rolled toward C and snuggled into his arms. He leaned down to kiss me and I wearily realized everything was fine with him.  He smiled at me and ran his fingers along my face.  I let my feet intertwine with his and rolled back towards Dave and into his chest again.

I don’t know how long we laid like that, but I could sense that C wasn’t comfortable.  Dave was asleep.  I was very nearly the same.  But even on the king sized bed, I knew that there was no way C was going to get a good night’s rest on only a third of the bed.  He lost his grandfather.  He’d been through three days of hell.  He gave me the threesome I’d been dreaming about for years.  He deserved a good night’s rest.  So I woke up Dave and told him he had to leave.

I went into the bathroom to clean up a bit and noticed the bruises already forming on my body.  Most notably, my right breast had a bruise at least four inches wide and I could already make out fingerprint sized marks around my left breast.  I started laughing.
Seriously laughing.  I knew it was rough, but I didn’t realize it was that rough.  I came out of the bathroom and explained my hysterics to C while sleepy Dave went to clean up.   He came out of the bathroom dazed and confused and I snuck a peak at the clock.  It was after 4am.   I felt terrible for making him leave.  While he put on his clothes and shoes I went back into the bathroom to take off my makeup and get ready for bed.  I gave Dave a kiss goodbye and a little bit of worried mothering and he was off.

I got into bed and snuggled up next to C.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.  Just exhausted.”

“But, you know, I was worried when you couldn’t.”

“I know, I was just too tired.”

“Did you like watching?”

“Sometimes.  I liked it best when you were on top.  The rest was just man ass.”

“Did you like Dave?”

“Yes.  Of course.  If I didn’t we wouldn’t have done that.  Did you?”

“Yes.  Though I feel really bad.”

“Why?”

“Well, I made him leave at 4am.  Also, he didn’t come.  I didn’t come.  You didn’t come.”

“But you never come.”

“True.  But the internet will judge us harshly for this.”

“Maybe.  But you had a threesome and they didn’t.”

“I did, didn’t I?  I love you.”

“I love you too.  Sweet dreams.”