Guest Post: Three's a Crowd, What About Four? Part 2

*Jentastic goes to pout in the corner. The Shirtless Wonder has all the fun. <_< *

Was that it? Far from it. Louise shuffled over to the edge and sat next to me; I remember her stroking my hair, asking if I was ok. “Having fun yet?” I said I was. “Not broken you, have we?” I just laughed. She assures me we’re just getting started before she gets her panties back on and heads for the kitchen to get a drink. I decided to get my shorts back on and follow her, but not before I headed for the bathroom first, leaving Sue and Jean to themselves.

It was now some time after half twelve. Interesting that we’d been at it as long as we had been. But time flies when you’re having fun, or so they say. Pity. I was in the flat’s small kitchen with Louise a glass of water as I tried to freshen my mouth up at least a little. I certainly think it was one of those more surreal moments. Standing in a kitchen in nothing but your underwear, having an almost casual conversation with someone you’d just been screwing while listening to the sounds of it coming from down the hall. You know, just having a break from all the sex…

I wasn’t exactly tired. Just a bit worn, really. Well there was the fact that my neck was still smarting, but you show me someone who hasn’t been hurt while having sex. This was nothing. Good thing too, because I was pretty much ready to go back in at that point. Any inhibitions or worries that I’d had about the whole deal had long since disappeared.

A phone on the worktop rang. Louise answered. The call lasted only a few seconds. Turned out her flatmate wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, rather than the evening as expected. I asked if her flatmate knew about what exactly we were up to, which she told me they didn’t. Not that I had a problem with it. It wasn’t as if we were trashing the place after all. People can be so strange about these things.

So it was back to business. Louise clambers onto my back and has me carry her back through. We get in to find Jean and Sue carrying on fine without us, the former giving her friend oral.

Louise hops down as Jean stops. Sue asked why the phone rang; glad we now had the rest of the day to ourselves. She took a bottle of the oil from the cabinet and lay down between them before she started to dribble the stuff over herself, the other two rubbing it in for her. I would’ve joined them myself but I saw Sue looking up at me. She handed the bottle to one of the others, shuffled back to the edge of the bed and stopped.She asked me to come to her side and drop my shorts as she hung her head over the side and told me she wanted her mouth fucked.

So naturally I did as I was told. She opened her mouth and devoured my cock like she was depending on it, even pulling me right into her so she took it all in, and almost gagged as a result. As if that wasn’t good enough, I saw the others abandon oiling her up and start to finger her, much to her delight. And they didn’t hold back on her either, getting a couple of fingers in each, stopping every now and then to tongue her as well. It was a heck of a sight, that’s for sure. I watched them while they fingered and licked at her and made her moan, they watched me force my dick down her throat and make her gag. It was like something straight out of a porno and between the three of us; probably because Jean had warmed her up for us before we got back, we managed to bring her off before long.

But no rest for the wicked, as they say. Jean was the only one who hadn’t been fucked to completion by then and she knew it. The look on her face said it all. Or in her words: “My turn now!” She gets up, comes over, leads me around to the cabinet, grabs a condom and sticks it on. She clambered onto the bed on all fours and told me she wanted it doggy.

Happy to, of course, but Louise and Sue had other ideas. Though she’d had her fun, I think Sue was a bit disappointed she didn’t get to finish me off before her friend just stole me. I thought for a moment there was actually going to be an argument over this, especially when she forced her onto her back.

But no. Turned out she just had a better idea. She straddled her friend, facing me and told me to lube myself up before getting me to lift Jean’s legs up for her. It was an odd moment of teamwork for sure. I remember seeing Louise scrambling over to the other side and making herself at home on Jean’s face by this point.

Sue held her wide open for me, pulling back on her to get her ass up off the bed for me and telling me to go up her ass instead.

Whoever it was that came up with lube is a genius and deserves a thank you for making things like anal sex that much easier. Jean seemed to love it as much as Louise. Maybe more, though it was hard to tell since she had her mouth full at the time. Sue holding her open for me made getting right in easy, though it was still a tight fit, the lube at least made it easy to get a rhythm going. I was glad Sue didn’t lose her grip at any point while holding her squirming friend still. That’d have been the end of the day’s activities right there. Ouch! It was only made better by the fact that she was watching as well, saying how she couldn’t wait until it was her turn. I caught her looking at me, chewing her lip as she watched. I don’t know any “looks” but I assumed she wanted to do more than just hold her friend’s legs open for me. I put my hands on Jean’s heels and took the strain, watching as Sue wasted no time getting her fingers in, two from each hand and burying them in her soaking cunt. The sound of Jean squealing as she did might have made anyone outside think someone was being murdered. But if anything, it was just an excuse to try and make her louder, which we did as Sue slid a couple more fingers inside and told me to fuck her harder. I did, but I felt pretty sure my dick was going to be stretched a bit longer after all that anal. If only…

By that point, between all the moaning, the tight ass my cock was jammed in and the sight of her being fingered was almost too much for me and I had to hold on quite hard to make sure I didn’t cum early. While it would’ve been easy enough for the others to finish her off, I prefer not go first. I prefer the giving. I locked eyes with Sue as she worked her harder, seeing a twisted smile appear as Jean’s muffled scream finally reached our ears, stopping myself as I felt her fluids running out and onto me before I pulled myself out. Sue reached down and slid the condom off as she joyfully licked the mess from her fingers.

She invited me onto the bed with her and lay me down before going straight for my cock, swallowing the whole thing like she had before; sucking like it was a straw and slobbering all over it in the process. By then I was already primed and ready to explode, so when I looked over to see Louise licking up her own mess from Jean’s face before sharing it with her, the combination of that and the feel of Sue’s blowjob (an awesome one if I may say so) along with everything else up to that point pretty much shot me over the edge. The feeling of her sucking harder on me only made me cum harder in the end. Louise shuffled over to her and waited for her to finish what she was doing.

But rather than suck me herself, Sue decided to share the spoils of the blowjob with her and I watched as a stray drop was licked from the chin before they kissed, the two of them watching me as they did it almost deliberately, letting me see them enjoy the moment before they swallowed the lot.

I decided just to lay back for a while. Now I was tired. And why not? I felt awesome regardless. Each of us had been satisfied and I’d only had to cum twice. Not bad for a foursome, I suppose. Not that I knew any better. But I didn’t care.

I remember hearing either Louise or Sue saying “Uh oh. I think he’s gonna to fall asleep on us.” Which, for the record, I did not. I had no intention of it! Why stop there? It was obvious enough they didn’t intend to call it a day with all the free time we still had, with or without me. So I was in until they were done.

Now sex is good and all, but sometimes you’ve just got to stop and recharge. “Who’s hungry?” Was Louise’s next question. Something you don’t normally expect to hear then. But I suppose you can’t really exist on semen alone, can you?

Guest Post: Three's a Crowd. What About Four? Part 1

To hold you over until Vlad Pantyhose and I can personally get back to the debauchery, here's a super-spicy guest post by our good friend The Shirtless Wonder. Enjoy!

Life is full of surprises. It’s one of the simplest things you learn at an early age. For some more than others. I, myself, like to believe I tend to surprise people from time-to-time by just being me, usually because it’s a side you don’t see or something you don’t hear about.

One such moment happened a while ago between myself and Jentastic when, drunk, I spilled the beans on some of the juicy details of my sex life. More importantly, the time I got involved in what might be the dream scenario of any bloke out there: a group fuck, in this case a foursome, where I was the only guy involved.

Back in my high school days I was generally a rather unassuming person. I had a few friends I hung out with and we kept ourselves to ourselves. People thought little of me. I had my moments; like the time I blew up in some asshole’s face in a fight that sent him off to hospital while all I got was a lump on the head during my second year. Or the time some random girl from the year above ran up to me and punched me in the face. The time I got jumped by a trio of girls and pinned to a wall so one of them could shove her tongue down my throat for some reason. (It was also my first boob grab moment.) I also lost my virginity when I was in high school.

I was nothing to most people, nobody. Someone who was just ‘there.’ Oh sure, some people knew about stuff that involved me. The fight was seen by a few and the snogging was seen by this one guy who, not only tried to turn the whole thing into some sort of insult against me but, in hindsight, also seemed to have a thing for calling me gay. Huh…

But in the end, had someone come up to me and asked me if I imagined any of the stuff that has happened to me since then actually happening, I’d have said “Not in a million years. Period.” But life is full of surprises.

So the day an actually-kind-of-hot-what-interest-does-she-have-in-me girl, who we’ll refer to as ‘Sue’ from now on for the sake of making things easier, came up to me and, after chit-chatting for about half an hour or so says “A couple friends and I are wanting to have a group fuck some time. You fancy joining us?” I found myself lost for words.

My initial reaction was “No way. She’s messing with me.” But you never know. Sometimes you get lucky. Though admittedly I was a little iffy about it, you’d be a fool to turn the possibility of something like this down. So I said I wouldn’t mind, after at least trying to make it look like I thought about it for a moment. Then I asked her about her friends and she told me “They’re just a couple of girlfriends. We’re all bi, actually.”

Naturally I felt a bit excited at this point. The prospect of having such a sexual encounter was how common? Simply to be asked into it by someone you’d JUST met? Rare indeed. So I decided to go for maybe the more selfish question and ask about other men. Or more precisely, others who might be getting involved. She tells me it’d just be me. She felt that if you add more than one guy to something like this, they start getting a bit greedy over who gets what. I wasn’t going to deny it, but to hear I was the only one made me squirm in my seat, my mind already many miles away.

She did, however, tell me that if I knew any more women who’d want to join in, then there’d maybe be another guy added in. It took me about half a second to find the answer. Most of my female friends from that time were either taken, wouldn’t have sex with me unless we were dating or were generally not into any sexual activities that went beyond the usual horizontal mambo.

Now admittedly this is the part where I kind of lied. I didn’t want to come across as overly selfish, wanting the three of them for myself, or afraid at being involved in a situation that involves another dick, so I said I might know someone. So we exchanged phone numbers and she gave me her MSN and, after agreeing where and roughly when we’d do it, we went our separate ways, having agreed to some time the following week. (It was a Friday) I did think about someone who might have been persuaded, but given the odds of it actually working out as well as what I was getting into anyway, I decided not to.

On Sunday, still partly doubtful that this was ever going to happen, I get a text asking if I was free on Wednesday. I hastily replied with a yes, asking where and when. After an anxious few minutes, I get the message that confirmed it. An address, one of others’ flat and a time of “Anytime after 10am.”

Was it ok? I said it wouldn’t be an issue. Damn right! Anything I had planned that day was now of a lower priority. I asked, just to be sure, if there was anything they wanted me to bring on the day. The reply came back and I couldn’t help but crack a huge grin.

“Nope. Just bring your lovely self! We’ve got everything else we need. xx ;)”

It was a very long wait until Wednesday.

And so there it was. Wednesday had finally arrived! Naturally, I was heading there for as close to 10am as I could manage without being too early. On my way there I fired off a quick text just to confirm, a small part of me still finding it too good to be true. But all seemed well, so I made my way to the flat.

So, filled with nervous anticipation, I made my way inside and up to the second floor. I could feel myself sweating a little, mainly due to nerves, more worried about if I was in over my head, was I sure I wanted go through with it, etc. I guess I felt the pressure was on me. I don’t even remember being like this during my first time. Getting to the door and knocking put me at ease, at least.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually I heard someone approaching the door. Sue opened it and let me in, asking me to take off my shoes and even taking my coat for me. It was a pretty small flat. One hall linked all the rooms, two doors on one side, three on another, and one at the other end. It looked and smelled pretty clean too. So far, so good.

I get offered a tea or coffee and told to go into one of the other rooms down the hall. Peering in, I saw, much to my relief that it was just going to be the four of us after all. And at this point you’d probably want a description, so here’s an idea for those who really want one. If anything, at least they all had different hair colour, so it’ll make distinction easier, but I’ll give them names for simplicity’s sake. Sue, who arranged the whole thing, was pretty average in height. Shorter than me, but then most people are, and with short black hair. The other two were a similarly sized brunette who we’ll call…’Jean’ and an actually kind of tall, and fairly leggy redhead, something I noticed when I saw her coming toward the doorway. We’ll call her ‘Louise.’

I offered a tentative ‘Hi’ before practically rushing to the nearest seat as if I’d just walked into an awkward situation, and tried to push my nerves back.

Sue comes in with my coffee and we start with small talk. Mostly just me answering questions, such as if I’d ever done anything like this before, etc. Anyone might have thought we were just friends having a catch up. 

Now I really don’t think I’m much to look at, so I couldn’t help but blush a bit when I realised the attention Jean and Louise were giving me, as if sizing me up. Though that’s probably what they were doing. It’s something I’ve never really gotten used to, being scrutinized. I’m fine once the fun bit starts, but moments like this always get to me.

Anyway, after about five minutes or so, I place my barely touched coffee down and ask for the bathroom, which turned out to be the door at the end of the hall. I go in and so on and so forth, thankfully having finally settled down. Before I opened the door I remember wondering when we were going to start, if they were perhaps waiting for me to kick things into motion.

So when I opened the door to see Sue and Louise standing in front of the door in something like a lover’s embrace and nothing but their underwear and an almost feral look on… Well, it was obvious.

Louise comes up to my side and loops an arm around my neck, running a hand over my chest and even taking a playful nibble of my ear. Sue comes up and cuts us short, taking hold of my belt and leading me down the hall to one of the rooms with Louise in tow.

Jean was sitting on the bed, waiting for us. And naked to boot! And a bed it was. The thing was big enough to sleep three people in it! Though by then I was more worried about what to do, but this is a retrospective, so bear with me. Where do you start in something like this? I didn’t know and still don’t. One thing was for sure, they were set to make a day of it, judging by the number of condoms and bottles of lube and oil on the bedside cabinet.

It seemed the first move wasn’t mine to make. They didn’t even ask. I just remember being sat down on the bed, Jean shuffling over to me saying “Let’s get these clothes off.” and easing me down on my back before pulling my shirt up, feeling her straddling herself on my chest as I lost sight of her for the moment it was over my face. I could feel the others undoing my belt further down, barely feeling them unfastening my jeans and pulling them off as Jean threw my shirt away, sat on my face and put me to work giving her oral. While it’s not my preferred way of doing this, it was a foursome after all. Who’s caring by that point? And though I love to give during sex, it got a bit tricky to focus on that when I felt my shorts being pulled off and feeling Sue and Louise licking and sucking on my cock. Feeling one taking the end in and running her tongue over it while the other sucked on the shaft… I’m surprised, as of writing that I’ve since had better from one person. My eyes went so out of focus I had to keep them shut. I felt I was going to cum right then and there. It certainly didn’t help when Jean pulled my head up as if to pull me further into her, grinding herself on my face as she did. Never mind her moaning; what I felt myself was enough to know it had hit the spot, even if it felt like my head was going to come off.

After a while I feel Sue and Louise stop. As good as it is to give; sometimes you’ve got to get a little as well. I couldn’t exactly move my head from where I was, but it was easy enough to tell when they laid down next to me.

Though I was hardly keeping track of the time, it’s safe to say I’d been under Jean long enough. My neck was stiff to the point of being painful from all it had been taking up to then. She gets off and moves out of my sight, since I was just staring at the ceiling.

I look to the left to see Sue and Louise going at it with each other, kissing, no doubt sharing what they’d been sucking out of me not long before. They saw me watching them and smiled at me, no doubt loving the fact they’re being watched before Louise took the moment to start fingering Sue as I saw Jean come back. She pulls a condom from its wrapper and gets it on my cock, so hard it was almost aching at that point.

She wasted no time with foreplay and got on top of me, taking my cock in hand. I watched her face light up as she lowered herself onto it and took it all in, a real tight fit. If I had to choose one of them to have on their own, it would have to have been her. She knew how to fuck, that was for sure. Seeing her bouncing on me the way she did was almost hypnotic, rolling her hips as she did and taking me all the way in and out each time.

I’d been watching Sue and Louise out the corner of my eye, watching as they made their way to cunnilingus before Louise clambered on top got them into 69. And from the sound of it, they were pretty close to finishing each other off. Then again, we all were by that point. The collective sound of our various moans and groans would have probably freaked out any of the neighbour, had they heard it. Come to think of it, I wonder if anybody did hear us… Oh well. Having sex with an open window was something I got to try later in life. But that’s a story for another time.

How often these three had sex with each other probably had something to do with why Jean stopped fucking me to have me fuck one of her friends. Not that I was going to care. Someone stops fucking you and tells you to fuck someone else, you’re not going to say no, are you?

She gets off, gets me on my feet, and it’s on with another condom as she tells me how much Louise, right then on top of Sue, likes taking it up the ass. So it’s out with the lube to get me, well all lubed up. Sue pulled her open for me and it’s up her ass with me. If Jean’s pussy was tight, then this would have probably been like a vice had I not been lubed before going in. I’d have probably gotten stuck! I can certainly see why there are plenty who don’t like anal, but lube makes all the difference people. Just sayin’.

Jean, enjoying the show by then, certainly hadn’t lied when she said Louise loved anal. She was vocal about it anyway. She wanted it harder and harder I gave. It wasn’t long before Sue and I had her screaming and squirming about as she came over Sue’s face. And I wasn’t far behind her either. I was barely holding myself in check as it was.

Jean asked me if I was going to cum soon, which I told her I was. She asked me to stop and I got out of Louise. Before I could, she had the condom off me and wasted no time getting on her knees and sucking me off. If she’d sucked any harder, I wouldn’t even have had to cum for her, she could have just sucked it out of my balls herself.

I was pretty much there, so it wasn’t long before I felt that all too familiar surge of adrenaline run through me, my eyes almost shutting of their own accord. Almost by itself, my hand grabbed her hair and pulled her right onto me as I shot my load right into her mouth. All I could feel was that and her tongue against my dick as she swallowed the lot, trying not to gag in the process. I let her go and she took a few more sucks before she stopped, giggling, looking up at me as she licked a stray drop from her lips.

Worn as I was, I sat on the bed while Sue and Jean got to work on each other. Apparently they weren’t done.

(to be continued!)

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