They say the flip side of excitement is anxiety. So what am I experiencing now—this feeling in the pit of my stomach, the accelerated heart rate, shallow breaths, sweaty palms?
Anxiety
But I want this, I asked for it, actively participated in searching for them. I glance at their profile once again and feel my stomach somersault, along with something else… down there. They certainly are a fit couple. She (let’s call her Anita) is gorgeous with long dark hair and a curvy elegant figure, her tight brown ass still bearing the red marks from their very rough session before, I imagine (vividly). As for him (Mike’s a good name), strong and muscular with a cock made for fucking. They’re practically porn stars.
Definitely excitement
But… what if I don’t measure up? I mean, look at her. Has a more perfect pussy ever existed? The bud of her clit, her dark inner thighs contrasted by that shocking pink inside…bet she tastes amazing.
Excitement tinged with anxiety?
Urgh, this constant flipping is driving me insane. I look over at my partner, dressed in a casual button-down, sleeves rolled up to show off those sexy arms, his specs slightly askew as he muses over the crossword on our balcony. Such a nerd; a hot nerd.
We aren’t too shabby ourselves. That last video we sent them of me sucking him off… a masterpiece, if I do say so myself. I have quite the talent for cock sucking; my tongue loves exploring every inch of his massive member. Last night, I had edged him to the breaking point with my mouth. His pent-up load exploded in me just as I deep-throated him, coating my mouth with the salty flavour of sex that I relish. And mind you, it’s no easy feat deep-throating this guy. He is huuuuge, so I was very proud. He even took a snap of my satisfied little face after, a bit of cum dribbling down my chin.
A phone bings, pulling me out of my pleasant reverie.
“Okay, they’re here”, my partner calls out to me. I feel the nervous excitement take over me again. Must have shown on my face cause he looks at me with concern and asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah… just so nervous. Hope I don’t throw up, haha”.
With a reassuring smile, he walks over and gives me a hug.
“It is nerve-wracking, I know. But we don’t have to do anything we’re not comfortable with. Say the word, and we stop immediately”.
I look up at him with a wicked smirk across my face and murmur, “Oh, nothing’s gonna stop me once I get started, you know this”.
“Hmm…I do know. Very well indeed”.
I give him a wink and lead him to the door. Reassured by his presence, I feel my anxieties melt away and the excitement building up. Wonder if they’re as hot in reality as they are virtually…
There they are, standing outside the door of our vacation villa, their breaths steaming amidst the cold evening air. Kinda weird seeing them fully clothed; need to remedy that situation quickly.
He’s dressed in a maroon college sweatshirt and slate-coloured corduroy pants; she in jeans, a plaid button-down shirt, and a tight fleece vest.
“Hi there”, my partner manages as he opens the door. We don’t know whether to hug or shake hands, so we attempt to go for the middle ground. My hand ends up touching Mike’s chest as he goes in for a hug; my partner grazes Anita’s inner arm as he tries to go for a handshake. Ah, it’s great to put everyone on the same awkward playing field.
“You guys want something to drink? We only have hot chocolate and Bailey’s”, I say. They could certainly use some warming up. They nod and we go to our kitchen, where I pour four glasses. My partner and I stand behind the bar, sipping our drinks with furtive glances at the couple across from us. What else are we supposed to do?
Thankfully, Anita breaks the ice by making some small talk about her computer engineering day job. “I spent so many hours today fixing other people’s tiny coding errors”, she says, sighing into her drink. “Oh, so you’re detail-oriented then?” I blurt out. I immediately blush, wondering if I was too forward. “Hmm…I guess so”, she says, with a wry smile. “But sometimes I just want someone else to worry about the details, if you get me”. I can’t help admiring the way her soft lips part, and a part of me wonders how the others part, too…
Mike interrupts my reverie to ask me about our previous night’s session, clearly eager to get the ball rolling. I feel the tension in the room build as the conversation slowly starts getting steamier and steamier.
After some ground rules that hint around what we each like and need (including the guys wearing condoms for the entire session), my partner, ever the action taker, pulls me in close and starts kissing me, biting my lips in a way that makes me moan. I feel him start to get hard against my waist and notice his hand is outstretched. He’s inviting the other two into our steamy little snog sesh. I look over and notice Mike’s pants are already bulging. I can’t wait to finally touch him there, and hopefully taste.
As they get close to us, we form this sort of tight circle, limbs intertwined, tongues everywhere. I feel Anita’s breasts press into me from behind, and a hand grabbing my thigh. I have no idea whose it is, which just turns me on even more. By this time, all of us are crazy horny and desperate for flesh. We tear each others’ clothes off and fall onto the bed; soft and feathery, double King size, it was made for a night like this. Actually, it’s why we picked this room.
We have an awkward moment now, not sure who plans on taking the lead. Turns out, Anita is well deserving of her managerial title. I had mentioned to her that I’d never been with a woman before but was so excited to try. Kneeling in front of me, her breasts standing perfectly upright, she lowers her mouth onto mine. Her tongue begins pushing her way through while her hands explore the contours of my naked body, slightly raised with goosebumps. Wonder if the boys are enjoying this little display. A quick glance makes me laugh slightly into Anita’s mouth. Both of them are hard and stroking, their gaze fixed unwaveringly on our bodies.
Eager to continue with our performance (I’m a real exhibitionist), I push Anita on her back and start kissing her neck. Her hips thrust into my thigh, trying to rub her clit on them. I push in harder with my leg and feel it already start to get wet. Gently, she lowers my hand towards her pussy, her eyes begging me to touch her there.
I’ve never touched another woman’s pussy before. I’m nervous and unsure of what to do. Mike notices my hesitance and reaches over to grasp my hand. The first time we’ve touched since getting naked. We glance at each other and I can see the burning desire in his eyes, his cock twitching as he explores my naked body, hand still firmly grasping mine. Slowly, he guides me over to Anita and places my hand just over her clit. I hear her gasp at the sudden feeling of my cold hand on her very hot body. Her eyes are closed so she has no idea her partner is guiding me. We start slow, a gentle steady rhythm, massaging her clit. After a few minutes he brings my hand lower and pushes my fingers apart to spread the layers of her pussy, the way he knows she loves. Her back arches as she feels my finger, and his, penetrate into her warm, dark depths, my thumb still working her clit like he taught me.
While Mike guides my hand inside Anita’s pussy, I reach over and guide hers over my partner’s cock, lingering over the spot that drives him crazy.
He shivers as her fingers graze his tip and slowly, tentatively, make their way down his long shaft. He grabs her wrist and she stops, unsure if she’s gone too far, but he’s merely indicating that she should continue. His fingers caress the inside of her wrist and her long, expert fingers as her hand moves up and down in a slow rhythm, getting alternately softer and tighter. He looks down at me, my hand moving in its own rhythm in Anita’s pussy, and I nod. He presses Anita’s hand tighter against him, and she gasps softly as she feels him pulsating faster. Getting more confident, she puts his hand on her left breast so he can feel how rigid it is already.
Looking down now, she realises that Mike has been helping me out the entire time. With a soft laugh, she leans over to me, her body tantalisingly close to mine, nipples brushing against the side of my breast, and whispers, “Ready to taste your first pussy?”
Seized by a deep urge to take control, I push her down on the bed, spread her legs apart roughly and lower my head down, my eyes not leaving hers, till I bury my face between her legs. I start with soft kisses along her thighs, edging closer and closer to her dripping pussy. I can feel the excitement build up inside me. I want… no…need…to taste her now. I crash my mouth over her pussy, taking her by surprise and causing her to let out an involuntarily moan as my tongue penetrates deep inside her. She tastes…so. fucking. good. I can feel her body spasm as I explore her depths with my warm tongue, not sparing an inch, pulling out only to bite her lips. Meanwhile, my hand presses hard against her clit, matching the unforgiving rhythm of my tongue. The sensation of my warm breath and hands against her clit while my tongue fucks her deep within takes her to her breaking point.
Oh, and did I forget to mention? While I’m busy focusing on that sexy little cunt of hers, my partner and Mike have each taken over one of her perfectly formed breasts; their tongues and teeth teasing and pulling at her pointy brown nipples. I hear her groan loudly, her body twisting under our relentless torture. I feel the walls of her pussy contract around my tongue, the spasms getting quicker and jerkier. With a loud scream (that hopefully doesn’t disturb the neighbours), she explodes. Her pussy pushes against my mouth and I grab her petite ass to support her as she orgasms.
In this sort of game, the one who comes first has to keep coming, until all have had their turn. I draw a sharp intake of breath as I realise I’m next and have no idea what’s coming…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iqrb9p/first_foursome_experience_and_looking_for_more
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