Gay group sex story of a wild crazy foursome
Gay group sex story: The house was dark and soundless, mimicking the rest of the street on that wee Saturday hour as you stand outside my house in the shadows. Slip through the front door and you’ll be blanketed by the pitch darkness that has swallowed the rest of the living room save for the green light flashing relentlessly from the electricity meter in a forgotten corner.
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As you take a few noiseless steps towards the staircase you hear a gentle music pouring out from upstairs, becoming one with the silence as it reaches you. You creep upstairs to see the music seep from a room, the door of which is left slightly open and the faint rays of a dull lamp can be seen escaping through the space into darkness.
You push noiselessly past the open door and you can hear the music filling the walls of the room, the air in there dancing to the tune. And the dull glow of the lamp kept on the bedside table illuminating on two moving silhouettes on the bed.
You can see what we are upto. You can hear it. The air is filled with the deep and sexy voice of Chris Isaak singing Wicked Games and my soft moans interspersed between the lyrics. You stealthily come up behind me and watch how the amber glow from the lamp move and cause a shadow in the back wall of me gyrating my hips in an anticlockwise direction around Amul’s groin.
My ass bounces in rhythm to Amul’s hard pumping. His face is shadowed by my body that is dripping of sweat and smelling of his precum. His hands are holding my slender hips as I sit on his cock with my knees bent on either side of him, gently rocking back and forth as if I’m dancing to the rhythm of his pounding cock.
The lamp accentuates my erect nipples over my chest moving, bouncing and the orange gloss of it glittering my lips wet with and pouted from the action taking place.
Very soon, the music starts to fade away into the background as Amul joins in my moans, giving out pleasurable sounds of his own. His hips grind into me as his exploring cock pushes my whole body up. My entire body is vibrating with the pleasures and my lips are not pouted anymore. I’m biting them now, to not let the excitement give me a heart-attack as his cock drives into me.
Every push is full and calculated as if he knew exactly how much father to push. The whole motion of in and out is expertly executed, with his thick balls slapping into my bouncing ass with every push and his cock egresses and enters with a ‘plop’. You could see the effects of his push travel like a ripple across my butt and ending in my fleshy hips.
The faster we go, the louder it gets, drowning the music in our love. And then all at once, it stops. Silence punctuated with the noisy breathing of two individuals fill the atmosphere. The room freezes for a moment, the figures on the bed stay motionless, the breathing and the gentle rise and fall of their chests the only signs of life.
Then I lean forward to fondle his lips. I let my lips linger aimlessly on his for a moment before I start ravaging his mouth. From where you stand, you could see his cock is not hard anymore. It doesn’t fill the width of my wide-open ass anymore. It struggles to stay inside my hole. The oozing thick cum makes it impossible for it to stay in as it gently slips out of my ass and comes to rest on his thigh, spilling a few drops of his juice on his hairy left thigh.
So, what now? Are you gonna just stand there and watch a well lubed ass stay open and vacant or, are you gonna do something about it?
You’re probably hard and stroking now. Atleast cum all over my butt, my face, my swollen nipples, anywhere on me. Allow me the pleasure of pleasing you.
Friday nights are always fun. The passion usually runs high and so the energy during the sex.
The next day was just another Saturday. I woke up to Amul nibbling at my ears and spooning me from behind. He was horny. It’s the morning and we’ve got nothing to do, perfect time to be horny he’d say.
He was getting ready to do something about it. He slowly pushed my bent legs towards my chest positioning me in a foetal position semi hard cock outside my ass. I wanted to get up.
The next day was going to be a good day. I had arranged for Anwar and my baby, Riz to come over. I couldn’t wait to have him in my arms and run my hands down his slender cheeks and poke his full lips.
I wanted Amul to stay without fucking me today so that he’d be able to last longer tomorrow. The problem is getting that into his head. He’d say, ‘I’ll do it today and I’ll do it tomorrow too’. God, that idiot. My idiot.
I put my right behind me, tracing and gently stroking his cock to hardness. As he tilted his head back to moan, I jumped out of bed laughing at him. Well of course, he wasn’t happy.
He: Come on baby, get back in bed.
Me: Nope. We are gonna have a foursome tomorrow and you got a lot of work to do.
He: Come on! That’s not fair. I won’t
Me: If you slack and make me look bad, then no sex for a week.
He: God the pressure! Fine I won’t fuck till we meet them.
Me: Also, no walking around the house naked and hanging. You’re going to wear an underwear under your shorts.
He: Pfffff. Fine! You’re such a demanding bitch you know.
I jumped on the bed, right on top of him with my knees on either side of his abdomen, my butt brushing against his now soft cock. I gave him a nice kiss, caressing his cheeks, ‘Is that so? Fine. Then no sex for a week’.
He: Alright. Alright. I’ll do everything you want! Don’t punish me. I can’t look at that body and not want to fuck it.
He leaned in for a kiss just when I got off him and walked out of the room smiling back at him.
Me: Ah no no baby!
Half hour later I was in the kitchen whipping up a quick sandwich, dressed in a long tee shirt and a pair of boxers and when Amul can up hugging me from behind.
Me: Come on! Don’t grind my ass!
He: You said no sex and no nudity. Never said anything about not doing anything fully dressed.
Me: Grinding is partially sex!
He: Nope! My dick is safely inside my pants. Your butt is tucking away under a layer of fabric. So, we’re not having sex, or anything remotely close!
Me: You’re impossible Amul! And that’s why I love you
I turned back into his embrace kissing him. His hands played with the hem of my shirt before snatching the sandwich and walking off into the living room.
The whole morning was spent cleaning and laundry. To be honest, Amul spent the whole morning cleaning and doing laundry while lounged in the living room spanking his butt everytime he crossed me, cursing me for being a lazy ass.
Me: it is all for you, my darling!
You admire my curves and I want to keep myself curvy for you!
Lunch was Chinese food delivered and the afternoon was spent napping in each other’s’ arms on the couch. My mind gently wandered off to the next day’s events that were planned. I’m finally gonna have my baby in my house, pleasing both me and Amul.
It definitely still feels like a dream. I don’t really like Anwar though. He’s not big nor he knows how to fuck. God, that guy’s a tool! Wish I can get rid of him and get only Riz over. But can’t do that. Got to tolerate his cock to have Riz. Worth the prize though. And if I could teach that dumb bastard some sex lessons, the whole session would go a lot better.
What kind of a guy looks into Riz’s darling face every day and not even kiss him properly? I thought.
I dozed off.
I woke up to two bowls of biriyani in front of me. I was surprised and loved it! Amul had driven off to the highway motel that I love and gotten them for me. After giving him his well-deserved round of kisses and ‘I love yous’ we sat down for a night of football and loud laughter.
We slept off early that night. And I was the first to wake up on Sunday, sharp at 7 AM. Amul was still sleeping when I walked into the bathroom. Lot of work to do, they will be here in two hours, I thought. Began taking a nice long bath, cleaning my body and getting rid of all the sleep. Shaved every inch.
Amul doesn’t mind. But need to be perfect of Riz. The came the enema kit. Need to be clean and hygienic.
8 AM. Amul walks into the bathroom still half asleep. ‘Mmm. I see someone’s getting ready for today! You never do that for me’, he said.
I put my wet hand out of the shower, pulling him and whispering in his ears, ‘That’s because I don’t need to. I own you darling’.
He mumbled something and walked off with the brush in his mouth!
9 AM. Both of us were down and ready in the kitchen. It felt weird. I was actually nervous. I’ve never been nervous before sex. It just happens. God, I hate the wait!
5 minutes passed. 10 minutes passed. At 9: 15 the doorbell rang almost making me jump out of my seat. Amul lazily walked off and walked back into the living room in a few moments. I could see Anwar’s hungry eyes feast on my hairless legs under my shorts as he walked in followed in absolute silence by my Riz, so cute and looking so unsure of our living room.
As they sat down, Amul squeezed in the sofa next to me whispering in my ears, ‘He looks so young. And beautiful and heavenly.’
45 minutes, uneasy banter filled the room. Everyone could sense the nervousness in the air. Although we’ve slept together before, to be at the same place, the four of us felt nervous. The discussion paused and I could feel Amul’s hands rubbing my knees, slowly proceeding to my thighs. I saw Anwar eyeing it with intent.
That’s calling starting the foreplay you dumb idiot, I wanted to say.
I was sinking more and more into Amul’s embrace, his hands around my body rubbing my hips over my tee shirt.
The conversation paused again. Amul leaned in and kissed me across my lips. I closed my eyes and responded back, munching on his mouth. Amul was slow, gentle, taking his time to play with my lips, getting his tongue into my open mouth. I was feeling really hot sitting there with him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Anwar rubbing his joggers stretched upwards by his hardness. And beside him sat Riz unmoved and mute.
I broke the kiss and walked over to them. Making a place between Anwar and Riz, I look into Riz’s eyes pulling his face close to devour his mouth. I swung my arms around the small of his back pulling him closer. Although he responded, using his luscious lips to suck on my mouth and gently nibble at my lower lips, his body was still stiff, and he was still nervous.
Anwar was getting excited behind me on the couch. He took my other arm and placed it over his hardness, moving his hips to poke the hardness into my hands. I was a bit pissed. Amul came over as I broke the kiss looking over at him.
I so wanted to just get rip ugly clothes covering the beauty of Riz’s curves and hear him moan. Amul squeezed in between me and Riz on the sofa and began his onslaught at Riz. He was careful and loving as his open lips gently massaged and licked the cheeks, pulling at his lower lips before settling for a deep French kiss.
He could feel the fullness of Riz’s lips just embracing his own lips. He put his hands on Riz’s cheeks breathing heavy as he worked his mouth.
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I turned around to kiss Anwar hoping he would not try to stick his cock in the first instance he gets but was disappointed again, when halfway through my kiss his outstretched left hand tugged at my shorts trying to pull them down while his right hand unzipped his pants.
I was mad. As he brought his erect cock out, I held it and leaned in to whisper in his ear ‘If you want this thing inside me, you do exactly as I say. Or I’ll kick you out of the house and keep Riz here’. He stopped short without a movement. I said, ‘Good. Now let me show you love-making’.
I got on top of him with my knees on either side of his legs and began kissing him. His hands held my back as my mouth violated his. I broke the kiss putting a finger in his mouth as he sucked on it. I then sat down on his lap and sucked on my wet finger before continuing with the kiss.
Next to me I could see Riz sitting on Amul’s lap kissing him. Amul’s managed to get him into his comfort zone. Good. Amul is so good at this…
