Ménage a trois FFM True Life Experience

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Just the mere thought of fucking a stranger was both raunchy and damn sexy.  It made my balls harden and cock straighten.  Cinnamon found her way to my previously ignored dick and began to give it the attention it deserved.  Her lips felt sweet as it searched for a comfort zone between her and it.  My cock had to be handled, it had experienced many lips, some good, some not so good, and it knew what it liked. 

Watching her lips, mouth and throat accommodate my cock was wild!  I had her on auto pilot, while my body relaxed and enjoyed the ride.  She was a true expert, wrapping her lashing tongue around my protruding member. The teasing continued as Cinnamon brought me to the edge of climax and then took it back.  I could feel the liquid began to travel down the length of my dick and then come to a screeching halt. 

It was a combination of Poppy fucking me, and Cinnamon sucking me.  My body was trapped in a sexual paradise; there wasn’t any good feeling I wasn’t experiencing right now.  Cinnamon’s pussy was wet and juicy.  The smooth folds of her hot flesh led my fingers deeper into her depth.  She was just big enough to stick four fingers inside her.  Her inner muscles held my fingers tight, like they didn’t want to let them go, as I explored and explored her village.  Once there, I pillaged and ransacked her clit and her hole.  She came with a thunder. 

Her clit squirted at me, while her vagina collapsed and released a wash of cum up to my wrist.Poppy was beginning to weaken.  He no longer was able to control it as the damn had cracked.  It started with a trickle of pre-ejaculate and then graduated to the head of the class of cum.  His dick went wild in my ass, banging and slashing about. 

It was in, it was out.  I couldn’t tell anymore as I begged for mercy from his maniac cock.  Poppy held me like he was a bull rider.  Each time my ass bucked, he stuck it in further.  He knew he was expediting my own climax with his own thrusting and pushing.  I needed to shoot it in Cinnamon’s mouth.  I wanted to watch it run down the side of her face as she tried to lick it up.  Not having to wait long, my wish came true; I watched her grope at my cumming dick try to keep up with my hot running lava.

Poppy was there, he had reached the promised land.  His cum was explosive.  He shot several loads into my waiting ass.  It was as if he was backed up and needed to release ten pounds of juice.  My hole couldn’t hold all he offered, so his juices ran down my leg like shower water.  My dick felt good, thanks to Cinnamon, and I had Poppy to thank for the revitalization of my ass.  He was skillful.  The world needed hornier, sexually accomplished men like him. 

I would be certain to email him frequently. After our ménage a trois, we often IM’d one another.  We never got back together after our initial encounter.  We agreed the electricity and spontaneity would not be the same.  That was a memory that would be treasured and stored in my sex archives.  Just knowing they were available though, had its advantages.

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