Truth Laid Bare

Ian cleared his throat and gave a shaky laugh. We all broke apart, looking up at him or rather his handsome erection, already rising its eager head from the depths of his pants. Wow! Would it be a foursome now? Ian actually was an ardent fan of this kind of enticing lesbian action, and I knew he couldn't resist such a fascinating provocation.

Christine sniggered wickedly and turned me around to face her. She now started her kissing torment, all over my aching mouth and tongue as I contended her with plenty of lusty kissing, sucking and teasing upon her equally lovely lips. Linda, at that time, was licking around my neck, parting my hair to one side, driving me furthermore to unfathomable depths of ecstatic pleasure. She then moved forward, burying her lips into our busy mouths and all three of us ended up kissing each other and bursting out laughing.

The heat of the moment was engulfing and drowning us; I forgot for a moment where I was, and where Ian was. The two girls made me stand up on my feet, though they kept on giggling and kissing at the same time. Again one of them came in front of me while the other one stood behind my back. I could guess their immoral intentions now.

Linda kissed me and started unbuttoning my shirt. Her flexible fingers occasionally and inadvertently grazed my bare skin, tingling and electrifying me; Christine on the other hand, crouched low and began pulling up my skirt, revealing my butt cheeks for a full view and running her hands on them. I writhed in agony as the shirt was peeled off and thrown away in a heap while Christine unhooked the skirt too, leaving me stranded in my lingerie, helplessly and haplessly getting turned on with each passing moment. My nipples were already stiffened, I noticed.

They made me wait in painful desperation, torturing me purposefully. Christine went across to Linda and removed her top. I treated my eyes to a glorious picture of Linda's curvaceous figure; her deep cleavage barely supported by a little brassiere, with her melons spilling out as soon as the bra was unclasped. The pointy tips looked like ripened fruits, aching to be sucked and devoured. A flat tummy complimented her astonishing figure, with a gleaming ring sitting pretty inside her navel. As Christine helped her out of her shorts and her panties soon after, I almost wet myself, seeing her shaved pubic region and the perfection of her entire feminine nudity. It was difficult to control myself, seeing such unabashed erotica unfolding before my very eyes, as Christine, too, discarded her clothes and grinned broadly at her stark nakedness.

The hotness quotient was soaring high and I hastened to remove my underwear, but a pair of strong hands over my bare back reminded me about the remaining person in this foursome. Ian unfastened the bra and then dragged down the panties in a swift motion, before scooping them up, sniffing them and putting them inside his trouser pockets.

Linda and Christine led me to the palatial bedroom and lay me down on the huge bed. I watched Ian, standing at the doorway, looking over at us and slowly unzipping his pants, taking out his erect rod and starting to stroke it. I could not look beyond that; the two girls had each taken one of my breasts into their dripping mouths.

I was quivering and whining loudly now; Linda felt my left nipple with her long fingers before suckling and salivating around the sensitive tip, while Christine pinched and bit my right one, licking and fondling it simultaneously, spitting venom all over. Once, they both put the same nipple into their mouths, kissing, tonguing and ravaging it to their hearts' content.

Linda's tongue went on licking further down; it found my navel and starting encircling it, while one of her hands reached upwards and inserted a finger into my sore mouth. I sucked and tasted it, groaning and pleading all the while as the blonde now planted soft baby kisses all around my deep bellybutton. "Aaahhh... ohhhh... ummhh...umm... don't stop... yesss... aahhh" illegible words barely escaped from my lips as Linda ultimately finished eating out my navel hole, followed immediately by another tongue-play around my puffy nipples.

I felt my juices arriving, ready to gush out any moment now. Where was Christine during my belly-torture by Linda? I was alerted by a number of kissing sounds nearby; at the doorway, Christine was now devouring her ex-boyfriend's lips. She had also undressed Ian, I was sure, as she had his insanely long penis in her hand while her slutty mouth and tongue were breathing fire into his. Linda, in the meantime, was slowly pressing her naked body upon me, her plump melons poking into mine, while her ravenous mouth searched and memorized every nook and corner of my body.

Christine now took Ian's massive erection in her mouth, gulping it, taking in the entire length, right down to her throat. Her powerful sucking antics were really a wonder to behold; Ian was bellowing loudly, grabbing a fistful of his ex's hair while she bobbed up and down; I was going green with envy, but got distracted as I found Linda's sweet lips busily caressing the inside of my thighs, her mouth dangerously close to my sex. Her lips soon started brushing against my clit, her energetic tongue lapping up the juices while I moaned and begged, shouting like a raving lunatic. Her deft fingering started at once without any prior warning, a brief onslaught on my throbbing vagina left me cumming hard soon after; I flooded her face with my honey as she licked and tongued, finally gifting me a taste of myself with a smooth kiss of her lips on mine. Ian had climaxed too, I observed, his cum shining bright around Christine's mouth and on her bulging breasts.

It was a terrific orgasm, for both of us; Ian and I smiled at each other while Christine beamed at Linda happily. Christine joined us on the bed, Ian also moved forward hopefully. He found me as I felt the familiar scratchy face rubbing his cheeks against mine, following it up with a deep and passionate kiss. Oh how much I had missed that! We engaged our mouths and tongues in a short session of French kissing while Christine and her model were also busy doing the same.

Christine started feasting on Linda's body; her tongue and lips didn't spare a single empty space on Linda's delicious frame, she gasped and moaned when her rich bosom was felt and touched, her bouncy boobs juggled and nibbled, her flawless tummy and bellybutton enjoyed, her long legs licked and tickled and then her clitoral lips fingered and nuzzled.

I was caressing and making love to Christine's velvety backside during that time. My parched lips traveled along her glowing skin, cherishing its smoothness while she smiled and panted in approval. I was enjoying every moment of it, my body was responding the way I wanted. I reached Christine's perfectly round buttocks and fondled them, admiring their softness. At the same time, I sensed Ian kissing my back too, also nipping and squeezing my breasts from the back. He thumbed my tight nipples lustfully and laughed greedily hearing my high-pitched moans, as he knew how much I craved for that. I slurped my tongue around Christine's rear, suddenly dipping it into the depths of her anal hole.

She gasped out breathlessly; her cries were stifled by Linda's orgasmic spasms as her clit was now being munched upon by her photographer, the latter's anal juices being eaten out by me and my own anal hole was sensing the presence of an enormous penis, ready to be inserted into. Without warning, Ian penetrated me, tugging a handful of my hair while he went in and out of me, in a hurried pace. My tongue was barely scraping the surface of Christine's anal hole as I felt immense pain and extreme gratification, both at the same time. I wished him to keep on brutalizing me like that. He plugged out of me on the brink of another orgasm and I finished the act by swallowing his penis and stroking the balls, thereby onrushing him to his second climax as he sprayed hard all over my face almost immediately after.

I longed for Christine's body now; I started kissing her after she had led Linda to a collapsing climax, who was now getting her fulfilling dose of tongue kisses from my boyfriend. I had Christine all to myself now; I laid her down and started with her bulbous mounds, guiding my tongue along while I began fingering her sex at the same time.

On the other side of the bed, Linda was sitting on Ian's face and Ian had free access to her pulsating clit through his mouth. He was tonguing and sucking Linda's clitoral lips and caressing his penis with his free hand while the other hand ran along Linda's bare back. Linda was pleasuring herself, touching her huge melons and teats and holding on to the bedside stand for support while she kept huffing and puffing, her vaginal juices now starting to flow freely. Ian was cumming hard too, as a result of his masturbation and Linda got down and licked away his semen.

I concentrated on Christine's luscious navel, a perfect shape which was enough to drive a person with navel fetish mad. I tongued and sucked it, making a pool of glistening saliva deep inside it, with her moaning and groaning increasing tenfold. I drew soft little kisses beneath her bellybutton right up to her most erogenous zones, unlocking her clit by shoving my tongue inside. Soon she was cumming hard, as a result of the combined use of my lips, tongue and fingers up her sex. It was her pleasure as well as mine.

It was lovemaking beyond my wildest fantasies and imagination. Multiple orgasms followed. Cunnilingus, anal sex... everything was practiced. Our voices had turned hoarse after such continuous moaning and wailing. Linda and I also took Ian's erection, both at the same time, with the penis and the balls shared, kissed and licked in equal proportions. We all took turns to sit on each other's faces while Ian's erect organ filled up every empty hole on our bodies. Saliva, sweat, cum, bite marks... glittered on our exhausted bodies, remnants of the amorous and captivating acts the four of us had immersed ourselves in.

We lay on top of each other, locked and imprisoned by our hands and legs. Three sultry beauties and a hunk. Not a single thread of cloth on the bodies. My mind was at a loss for words now. A romantic night which I had planned with my boyfriend had materialized into a foursome sex marathon involving his former girlfriend and her female friend. I was amazed at the way my body had answered to it, particularly to the female touches. All three of them looked so peaceful and happy. Ian had almost fallen asleep. What time was it? More self-doubts were swirling in my head. Had my body craved for a woman, all along, without my knowledge? Would I prefer both from now on, just like Christine? Would someone's sexual orientation matter to me so much now?

I just knew two things with certainty, I realized. One, that I would find my panties in my boyfriend's trouser pockets. And second, I would never forget this evening and this night, my whole life.