Four Bi Four

I began to wonder about going round and taking care of Steve. I’d only seen a picture of him naked, and as yet, had not had a good view of what he had to offer. I sneaked a peek, at his now hard cock. It was the biggest I’d ever seen in the flesh, and bigger than many I’d seen on porn flicks over the years: about 8 inches long, probably 9, and quite thick too. It looked seriously in need of a sucking!

As I pondered the imponderable, the girls decided that enough was enough, and it was time we joined them in a state of undress. Steve was closer to them, so he got the attention first. Sash slid over, and immediately took his now raging hard on into her mouth. I have a bit of a thing for oral sex in general, and love watching a woman lovingly suck a cock. Sash certainly knew what she was doing, and from the look of ecstasy on Steve’s face, she knew how to please her man. Al bent down, and began to lick his balls and shaft while Sash continued to take the head in to her mouth. I was loving every second of the show, and so was Steve. Sash pulled away for a moment, and Al immediately took over. She’d been practising her deep throat of late, and it was a good job too. I was amazed at how much of his monster she could fit in there. It just kept going and going. I think I might have to get her to give me lessons.

After a few minutes, they turned their attention to me, and I was given the same treatment. Steve was removing the rest of his clothes while this was going on, and I was beginning to suffer from sensory overload. I’d had a few drinks, I was being sucked off by two women, and if he’d stuck that cock of his in my mouth, I would have exploded on the spot. As much as I wanted him to, I’m glad he didn’t. I don’t think my poor addled mind could have coped.

I’m not sure how it happened now, but I suddenly became aware that the girls were next to me kissing and playing again, and I was still getting my cock sucked. I looked down, and there was Steve happily chomping on my throbbing member. I don’t know why, but there is a subtle yet definite difference between a woman and a man when it comes to giving head. I can’t describe it, yet it’s undoubtedly there. And right then, as I watched him down almost all of my shaft, I could definitely feel it, and was thoroughly enjoying it.

Having been entertained and pleasured by the women, it was only fair that we reciprocated, and we all swapped places. They sat in the chairs that Steve and I had been using, and we were immediately down on our knees to return the oral favour. It was then that I was presented with my first close up view of Sash’s shaven pussy. When Al shaves her pussy, she always leaves a little hair, claiming that she doesn’t want to look like a young girl, but Sash’s was completely devoid of any hair. Within seconds, I was enjoying the taste of the same pussy that my wife had been licking only minutes before.

Sash was very wet, and her cum was running freely. I lapped at her lips, and tried to get my tongue as far in to her tight hole as I could. She tasted so sweet, and the heat coming from her seemed like a furnace. This was one hot woman. She spread her legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, and I dove right in. My tongue seemed to have a life of its own, and I began to wonder if had been taking some form of pep pill without my knowledge. I didn’t know it could move that quickly, and I certainly didn’t feel in control of it. Not that Sash was complaining: she just grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. I pulled her forward in the chair, so that I could gain access to her ass. I began using long slow strokes from her puckered little ass right up to her clit and then back again. Sash let go of my hair, and started massaging her bullet like nipples, moaning quietly as I continued my ministrations.

While this was going on, I could hear Al making similar noises in the background. I stopped for a second, and Sash and I watched as Steve skillfully brought my wife closer and closer to orgasm. Alcohol has rather differing effects on different people. Me, and Steve and Sash all suffer from cantcumitis. We can fuck and fuck until are bodies are incapable of further movement, with only a minor chance of success in the orgasm stakes. Al on the other hand gets an almost terminal case of cumonthespotitis, and charges headlong in to orgasm land every few minutes it seems. Lucky bitch!

Sash stood up, pulled me to my feet, and guided me to the chair. My cock had been taking a short rest, so she quickly popped it into her mouth, and it was soon raring to go again. She then turned her back to me, and lowered herself incredibly slowly on to my waiting length. I grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart gently to facilitate entry. I needn’t have bothered. She was sopping wet, and my cock slid in easily. She seemed to be taking forever to get all of me inside her. Compared to Steve, I felt like the poor relation, although 6 inches or so is still something to be a at least a little proud of. I needn’t have worried. She was so tight, wet and hot, I thought my cock was going to come out par boiled.

After what seemed like an age, she finally bottomed out, and just sat there squirming in my lap while I gently tweaked her nipples. She slid a hand down to my shaven balls, which by now were covered in her juices, and gently fondled them, moving from one to the other. It was so delicious.

And then it hit me. For the first time during my marriage, I was inside another woman. A pang of guilt went through me, and I looked over at Al. She was now bending over, thrusting her ass in Steve’s direction, and was about to receive the biggest cock she’d seen in years. She turned to look at me, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. Our eyes locked, and we both asked the same silent question: Is this OK?

The smiles that we returned answered quite clearly. This was more than OK.

And with that, I saw her eyes widen as her pussy was stretched to accommodate Steve’s chair leg like cock. I couldn’t stop watching her at first. I could just see Steve’s shaft as it sawed back and forth into my wife of 7 years, and I was spellbound by the look of pleasure and near ecstasy on her face. I suppose I’d stopped moving, and Sash turned her head and asked if I was OK. I just grinned in response, and we continued where we’d left off a few minutes before. Steve had been silent for the last while, with the exception of the usual male grunts, and I wondered if he was feeling OK about what was happening. After all, we’d really only been in this for the bi sex, and I wondered how he felt about me being ridden by his wife. Not that he could really complain, he was currently splitting my wife in two.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. He stopped moving briefly and said “Is he in you darling…all the way in?”. “Mmmmmmm” was all Sash needed to say as she wriggled around on my lap. The look on his face said it all, and he went back to shafting Al in to next week.

After a moments in memory, and probably many many minutes in reality, we all stopped for a breather and to get a drink. We lounged around the table; had a cigarette; and generally relaxed after our initial exertions. I was half way through my smoke when Sash stubbed hers out, and started sucking me off again. Al came round to join her, and I was treated to two expert tongues for the second time that evening. I heard Al say to Sash that she could taste her juices on my cock, and that was the last of the action for me for a minute. The two of them were suddenly rolling around on the floor in a fit of passion. Me and Steve finished our cigarettes and joined them. Sash lay back on the floor, and I climbed aboard, easily sliding my cock in to her still dripping pussy. Al pushed Steve in to the chair, and went back to doing what she does best: sucking cock.

After a few minutes of this, Steve got up from the chair, and stood over Sash. He then gently lowered himself so that his balls were available for her to lick. Al seemingly had her mouth stuck to his cock, and didn’t appear to want to let go. I was only inches away from him, and there was certainly plenty of meat to go round, so I started licking whatever exposed parts were available. Al had a hold of the base of his cock, and removing it from her own mouth, she poked his cock head at my face. I needed no second invitation, and immediately engulfed as much as I could. The five year wait was over, and I began sucking like there was no tomorrow. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and generally salivated over his fat cock. I was in heaven. I had my own rock hard member buried to the hilt in the hottest, tightest pussy I could remember, and I was attempting to devour the biggest cock I’d ever sucked. If it hadn’t been for the alcohol, I have no doubt that I would have come there and then.

And so it went on for the next few hours. It was a complete free for all. There were no limitations to what we could find to do. We’d fuck and suck for a while, and then have a break. Then we’d fuck and suck some more. Sash finally had a couple of orgasms, and Al continued to have them throughout the night. We moved to the bedroom at one point, and there were four writhing bodies in a tangled mess on the bed, all sucking and fucking each other, and it seemed there was no end to the combinations we could try.

Eventually however, our energy levels began to wane, and we were all getting a little jaded. Unfortunately, neither Steve nor I had come yet, and it looked like we were going to finish the night without an orgasm each. We were sitting on the couch, and the two girls were sitting in the chairs. Steve and I were idly playing with each other, and still had hard ons, and we decided that we were going to wank ourselves off to finish the evening with a bang. Steve went off to the bathroom, and came back with some lube. We took a generous glob each, and began to work ourselves towards orgasm. Sash began to play with herself, and Steve told me that she loved come splashing on her tits. That was it. We were off the couch and standing over her in seconds. Her long dark hair was laying across her chest, and she flicked it away to give us a clear shot at her fantastic tits. Al was playing with herself too as she watched me and Steve wank ourselves and each other closer and closer to orgasm. She beckoned Steve over, and immediately began to suck him off for the umpteenth time.

Sash sat up and began to lick my balls as I fisted away furiously. I was desperate to come, and could feel the muscles in my arm tighten as my energy level decreased. She could tell I was struggling, and quietly began urging me on, begging me to come on her. That did it. I’ve always been a sucker for a bit of dirty talk, and this tipped me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten, and I emptied the biggest load of my life all over her. It was like a fountain. I’d never seen so much cum in one place. She was drenched from her neck to her bellybutton. Her tits were completely coated, and large globs were hanging off her nipples. It was the most fantastic cumshot I’d ever seen. If only I’d had a video camera.

My legs gave way, and I collapsed on the nearest chair. I was well and truly fucked. Steve was still fucking Al’s mouth, and seemed to be constantly on the verge of orgasm. Al pulled away, and bent over the chair, offering her pussy for one last time. Steve didn’t waste a second, and promptly filled it with his now achingly hard cock. He pounded her pussy like a jackhammer, and within seconds, Al was almost coming again.

He kept pumping for at least five minutes, and we began to think he wasn’t going to make it. Eventually, with a huge grunt and almost a howl of relief, he pulled his cock out, and showered wad after wad of pearly cum all over Al’s back. We applauded his efforts and he grinned, waving to the crowd in appreciation of our support.

And then he fell to the floor…completely and utterly spent like the rest of us.

It was now 4:30 a.m. We’d taken turns in the shower, and were feeling almost human again. Four hours of manic sex had taken its toll on our poor beleaguered bodies, and it was undoubtedly time to call it a night: well, what was left of it anyway.

There really isn’t much left to say to someone after an evening like that, so we said our thanks and goodbyes and went out in to the fresh night air to catch a cab home.

I had one cigarette left. I lit it, and inhaled deeply, and turned to speak to Al. She had the strangest look on her face: a huge smile, and glazed eyes.

She focused again as she came back from wherever it was, wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face in my chest. She looked up, still smiling and said “How much fun was THAT!? We must do that again some time.”

I could see our reflection in one of the hotel windows, and I suddenly became aware of the rather broad smile that was stuck to my face. I tried to stop, and found that I couldn’t. I stood there, arms wrapped around the love of my life, and a face like the Joker. The harder I tried to stop smiling, the bigger the smile became. I looked at Al, and I think she was having the same problem. A cab pulled up, and we fell in to the back seat, now almost giggling. 15 minutes later, as we walked in the door of our home, we were euphoric, and could hardly keep from laughing. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy. It was almost scary. No words were necessary. We both knew what the other was thinking.

We got in to bed, wrapped ourselves around each other, and began kissing like teenagers. My cock, much to my surprise, began to stir, and it was pressing against Al’s thigh.

“Tomorrow” she said “There’s always tomorrow”