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 .”
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 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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