I always found it easier to date online. Mostly because of the ethnicity issue. But I was always busy so it made sense. I met a girl who lived in a small college town about an hour away, we’ll call her “Carrie”. Carrie was only 2 years younger but was one of those girls your mom warns you about. She wasn’t exactly the town bicycle, but she had her way with men. At the time she was debating if she should continue going to a community college or become a stripper. After a week or so of talking, flirting, etc. Carrie wanted me to come see her. I wasn’t sure what to make of her, just a fling, long term, what could she be? So I enlisted my friend who we’ll call “Karen” to come with me. If Carrie turned out to be a dud or a problem, at least I had a friend with me to hang out with.
Karen knew me in high school, she was married to my friend “George” who at that time was working for an oil company that stationed him in Mongolia for 2 years. So when we were making our plans, Karen asked if her boyfriend “Chris” could come along. Knowing how her and George were, I assumed this had his OK since he would be gone for a while. (Spoiler: it didn’t). Apparently she racked up an impressive body count during this time period.
We arrived at Carrie’s house and not really having much of a plan, since of the 4 of us, only 2 of us could legally enter a bar, we decided to get a hotel room and throw our own party. Also along for the ride was a friend of Chris’s named “Kevin” who happened to live nearby. Once we checked in, booze in hand, we went about making use of the furniture.
Carrie was not turn your head and cause a traffic accident beautiful, but she did have a nice figure, probably about 5’6 and a nice set of tits that jiggled but weren’t too fat or sloppy. She had also freshly shaved for the occasion. After all she was debating starting a job as a stripper. We went about our intimate behavior in a standard way. She had boasted of putting guys in their place with her ability to ride, but with me I wanted to let her know that I would lead this dance, not her. She was experienced enough to recognize I knew what I was doing, and that put us both at ease so we could fuck each other’s brains out. And so we did, for about 40 minutes. It’s not that it wasn’t good (it was) but it wasn’t like anything stood out.
Upon us finishing, we turned it over to Karen and Chris. Our hotel suite was 2 rooms, a living room and small kitchen and the bedroom/bathroom. Karen was making a lot of noise, I think to show off, or prove she was having a good time. After at least 30 minutes, Karen and Chris emerged, his back covered in scratch marks, some of which were bleeding. Carrie and I had been waiting for round 2 and now with all of us having seen each other in some state of undress, we didn’t even bother closing the door. Fueled by alcohol and college age hormones, I pounced on Carrie, legs over my shoulders, giving her a brutal pounding that caused her to lose control and squirt all over the bed. From the doorway, Karen watched us and admiringly asked Carrie if it was that good really. Carrie had a tendency to be quite vocal. While Carrie was recovering, Karen made her way over to the bed, laying down next to her, and initiating a make out session with Carrie.
Just as this was happening, Chris walked in from the kitchen, and Karen called for both of us to come over. We each got on top of our respective partners, and Karen jokingly suggested I kiss Chris. We both looked at each other and declined, laughing it off. But Karen had another suggestion, she said that we should trade for a few minutes just to see what it was like. We agreed to that, and Karen led me to the other bed, while Chris remained put with Carrie. Karen was much skinnier than Carrie, had smaller tits and sort of a narrow face, but her body was in good shape and she also knew how to perform. I was ready to test drive her, which had been something I’d wanted to do since high school honestly. Also unlike Carrie, she had a flat ass. I quickly entered her, finding her wet and ready, and lifted her up slightly by her shoulders, pulling her into me. I think she was surprised and splayed her arms out to grab the sheets. I was also a bigger body than Chris or her husband, and slightly better endowed than either of them. Something else she hadn’t anticipated. Meanwhile I could see Carrie in a similar position, Chris had his head buried and was pounding away at Carrie, both of her legs on one shoulder, and she looked over at me with bedroom eyes, and reached out slightly. We didn’t break eye contact until Karen had decided to switch back. Neither Chris or I finished, figuring it best to save that for our partners.
Carrie and I resumed having sex, she first licked Karen’s juices clean and for the next several hours, we were lost in a mixture of positions, Carrie having multiple orgasms, and me stubbornly not finishing. By this time, Karen and Chris had collapsed on the couch in the living room. I suggested to Carrie we finish in the shower. We did not finish there either, deciding to fall asleep instead. I got out and dried off, looking at the clock and seeing it was almost 4am. Karen and Chris had fallen asleep in their bed, so I got into bed with Carrie, and fell asleep pretty quickly, owing to the physical exertion.
We awoke at around 9:30am and I could feel Carrie was very wet. We started making out, and pretty soon I was back inside her, slowly rocking my hips back and forth, and looking down at her, makeup smudged, her shirt pulled up to expose her tits, and feeling her shaved pussy grip me, begging for me to cum. And cum I did. All of that pent up sexual energy went right to that and I came inside her hard. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was very pleased by it. I showered again, feeling very relieved, relaxed, satisfied and refreshed all at once.
Our group checked out of the hotel once we gathered everything and got dressed. Karen and Chris snagged the free breakfast though. As we left, Karen told me that Carrie was coming with us. I asked her why, as my intention with Carrie was just for fun. Karen said she liked her and wanted her to herself, so she was bringing her back with us. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, my paths never crossed with Carrie again. Karen on the other hand well…..
I’d mentioned previously that another person named Kevin was present. Well Kevin had used my digital video camera that I brought everywhere with me to record some of what happened that night. The digital recording went missing, which bummed me out because my last college football game I played before I got injured was on there. Nobody copped to taking the memory stick. But whatever was on that tape became evidence in Karen and George’s divorce when he returned to the US at the end of his company contract. Carrie ended up getting pregnant not long after, and Karen ended up not really doing anything after her divorce from George, who I am still friends with to this day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qiv8dt/my_ffirst_foursome