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A four Way Dinner


A four way dinner
My wife and I had some friends over on a Saturday night. Gautam
and Rishi were a gay couple; Rishi and my wife Urmila had
worked together for some time, though no longer, and we
all got along famously. Gautam was tall and reasonably
handsome, but slightly ditzy. Rishi was short, balding
but hilarious, slender and very quick-witted. They were
dear friends and we always had a great time, making fruity
girl drinks and cooking delectable gourmet meals together.
I also invited an old high school friend, Reshma. Reshma
was a large woman, with an extremely sexy voice and a very
sexual personality. We had fooled around in back in our
past, and had stayed good friends throughout the years.
She was smart, funny and always had a sexy twinkle in her
eye that I always found infectious.
Reshma arrived first; she brought a bottle of wine and a
dessert. I made her a cocktail and Urmila, Reshma and I chitchatted
while we waited for our other guests to arrive. Less than
an hour later, Rishi and Gautam knocked at the door, bearing
all manner of delicious food items and, of course, hauling
most of their bar stock with them. Gautam and I whipped up
Blue Hawaiians and Vodka Gimlets while Rishi and Urmila
unpacked their foodstuffs and got to work prepping for
the cook fest.
We all chatted and laughed in the kitchen while we each did
our parts to make the meal: pork tenderloin with a peppercorn
crust, asparagus, a nutty salad and a host of other goodies.
Cocktails and laughter flowed and the kitchen filled with
wonderful smells. Food preparations complete, we all
retreated to the living room. Reshma was always a bit of
a “fag hag”, so needless to say she enjoyed our friends,
and everyone seemed to get along quite well. Finally, the
food was ready and we all settled down to an amazing feast
and a fantastic bottle of robust red wine. When we’d all
eaten our fill, a highly motivated cleanup effort was made,
and we were relaxing with yet more cocktails in our basement
“record room” minutes later. We popped in a scary movie
with some forgettable title, and collectively enjoyed
poking fun at the gaping plot holes and predictable plot
devices. The alcohol continued to flow readily, and everyone
was quite well lubricated by 10pm. My wife sat sandwiched
between the boys on one leg of the black leather sectional,
while I shared the other leg with my dear friend Reshma.
We put in some other movie, a comedy I think, and the laughter
and drinking continued, even with frequent smoke breaks.
Reshma sat with her legs across my lap, and I massaged her
feet and toes, while Urmila and Rishi cuddled on their end
of the sofa. Gautam had moved to the floor to stretch out
and had promptly lost his spot as my wife and Rishi spread
out on the spacious sectional.
Around midnight, Gautam rose and announced that, reluctantly,
he had to leave to get up early for work in the morning. Rishi
had apparently driven separately, and was able to stay.
We bid Gautam farewell, and after another smoke break,
settled in for a third movie and another round of drinks.
The lights had dimmed as well. My wife Urmila struggled
to stay awake, while Rishi sat in alert attention to the
TV. Reshma had started to rub her legs across my crotch,
and my cock was beginning to take notice. Urmila was oblivious
as she stared bleary-eyed at the glowing screen. I slid
a hand under Reshma’s large thigh and stroked her bare skin.
She shifted and continued
her slow, visibly imperceptible attempts to arouse me,
with great success. I was quite erect at that point.
While we all stared at the TV, it was clear that no one was
truly watching the film that was being shown. I was quite
surprised to hear Rishi say, “Let’s was some porno!” in
his usual chipper tone. We all laughed, and I informed him
that, regrettably we only had straight porn in the house.
He leapt from his spot on the couch and bolted upstairs.
He came down seconds later with a VHS cassette in his hand.
He tossed it casually to me. Laughing, I turned off the DVD
and slid the cassette into the VCR and tapped Play. We were
instantly greeted by the sounds of grunting men and the
sight of an all-male threeway. We all shared an amused look
of curiosity and returned our
sights to the TV. I think we were all aroused rather quickly.
My wife expressed her arousal verbally, and Rishi’s was
quite visually evident. Reshma was biting her lower lip
and her foot sat squarely on my cock, which pressed back
I had never harbored a deep interest in gay sex, and though
I had questioned my own sexuality as an adolescent, I certainly
knew where my area of primary sexual interest lay: in the
domain of the female. But I was getting awfully turned on
by this display. I popped up and offered to refill drinks.
Rishi and Reshma accepted, and I crawled over the sectional
to get to the bar. Alone near the bar, I rubbed at my shorts-constrained
erection before finally getting about the business of

bartending. I returned with the three drinks and passed
them out accordingly. This time, however, I sat down between
Reshma and Rishi. It wasn’t a cozy fit, but Rishi clearly
noticed my sudden
presence. Reshma pulled a blanket up over her bare legs,
and quickly dropped her hand onto my crotch. I twitched
in surprise, and Rishi’s eyes shifted at the sudden movement.
I noticed him glancing down at my now blanket-covered groin
and he smiled. He knew what was happening.
The porn, meanwhile, switched to a young blond man giving
rather tender blowjob to a hairy-chested man. The sight
was rather alien but undeniably erotic. Reshma absentmindedly
fondled my junk. For my part, I threw my arm around her neck
and grabbed a handful of her monster left tit. Urmila, thankfully,
was on the other side of Rishi and was completely engrossed
in the videotape. Rishi now turned his head and watched
me fondle Reshma’s large breast, then down at her groping
hand in my groin. He then looked back at the screen. I then
felt his hand go under the blanket and he surprised Reshma
by finding her errant hand. Then he found my cock pressing
against my shorts and rubbed at it gently. I nearly moaned
aloud at this double stimulation, but I kept my silence.
I then extended the blanket to include Rishi’s lap, then
slipped my right hand underneath and found his stiff erection.
Surprised, he lurched forward and then pretending he was
shifting his posture, returned to his slouching recline
against the sectional.
I pulled my hand off Reshma’s hardened left nipple and slid
it under the blanket. I dove my left hand between her legs
and found the very warm, slightly damp crotch of her shorts.
She moaned ever so softly, and Rishi did the same as I worked
my hand against his prick. I felt so horny rubbing at these
two crotches, a wet pussy behind one and a hard cock behind
the other.
Urmila finally seemed to take notice of the hand play that
was going on, and instead of becoming indignant and hurt,
her eyes seemed to widen and she licked her lips absentmindedly.
She stared at the masked movements of what had to be my right
hand in Rishi’s lap and then up at me and at him. “That’s fuckin’
hot!” she exclaimed quite unexpectedly. “I’m sorry, guys,
but that’s super fucking hot.”
At that, Rishi, pulled back the blanket to expose my hand
working at his khakis, his cock bulging almost grotesquely
against his zipper. Urmila gasped slightly and reached
out to touch Rishi’s cock through his pants as well. Then
she noticed that my other hand was likely buried between

Reshma’s thighs. She looked hurt or angry for a moment,
but then the look of absentminded lust returned and she
smiled faintly in the bluish light of the TV. Rishi had always
expressed his fascination with my wife’s very large breasts
and tonight he took it a step further. “For God sake Urmila,
let me see those tits! I’ve been envying those for years.
Take them out, girl.” Urmila responded as if she’d only
been awaiting the word. She whipped her top off in one move,
revealing her bra-encased chest; 36DD. Rishi stared in
disbelief and cooed his appreciation.
“Damn, honey, I wish I had a pair like that. Shit, take those
fuckers out!” Urmila laughed and pulled her bra off, releasing
her sizeable tits. They dropped like bricks from gravity,
and her nipples hardened visibly as we other three stared
in disbelief at her brazen actions. “Oh, go ahead, Rishi.
I know you want to. Touch them!” Rishi let go of my cock and
sent both hands onto her bosom, staring in fascination.

“Must be a gay thing, I guess. I’m completely fascinated
by these things. They’re so feminine!” he said, almost
addressing her breasts directly. “It better not be just
a gay thing, my friend. I’m obsessed with tits, ” I chimed
in. The situation was so unreal. I took a huge gulp of my whiskey
coke to settle down. Reshma was leaning forward to see around
us guys, and looked admiringly
at my wife’s breasts. “Okay, now it’s a guy’s turn, ” Reshma
challenged. “You’ve seen one of us.”
Rishi hesitated. He must have felt like the odd duck, being
the only homosexual in the room. Finishing my drink, I stood
up suddenly. I put the empty glass down, pulled off my shirt
and dropped my shorts and underwear. I stood completely
naked, facing the TV with its sordid scene of gay sex; my
erection pulsing straight out ahead, while my wife and
two friends stared in disbelief. Feeling suddenly conspicuous,
I sat back down. The staring continued. “Let’s see some
more then, ladies. I think I answered the challenge sufficiently, ”
I said with machismo.
Urmila looked at Reshma pleadingly. Reshma smiled back
and pulled off her t-shirt. She’s a big girl, and her chocolate
brown breasts sat in a humongous bra, something in the neighborhood

of 42EE. Rishi gasped and practically leapt over me. He
sat next to Reshma on her left side, and without asking,
put his hands onto her enormous breasts. Reshma laughed
devilishly and gave him permission after the fact.
I stared in disbelief at the situation while my cock throbbed
soberly in the dim light. While Rishi continued to explore
Reshma’s chest, I felt my wife’s hand on my cock. She had
slid over into Rishi’s spot. Her eyes were glued to the scene
happening with Sam’s tits, but her hand cascaded gingerly
across the surfaces of my erection. I shuddered with subtle
pleasure. Reshma, meanwhile, reached behind her back
and released her tits from her bra, casting the black satin

monster behind the sofa. Rishi cooed again and fondled
even more assertively. He found her large, rubbery nipples,
jet black in the TV light. Reshma moaned softly, and Urmila’s
touch became more direct.
“Wow!” Rishi giggled as he released them and stood. “Thanks,
Reshma. I’m enthralled.” Reshma pressed her foot against
his crotch. “You’re engorged too. Your turn!” Rishi looked
at the rest of us, at least partly nude each. “Yeah, I suppose
you’re right.” Like me, he pulled of his polo and unbuckled
his pants. Reshma yanked them down with her toes. He stood
there in his bikini underwear, his slender but lengthy
cock clearly visible even with his back to the TV. Urmila
let go of my cock and jumped up to pull down his drawers. Rishi
yelped lamely and his cock sprung wildly from his tight
underwear. His crotch was completely shaved hairless,
and his cock looked enormous. It pointed right at me, and
I suddenly craved to touch it. Urmila and Reshma apparently
had the same craving, and their hands met on the tip of his
cock. He laughed incredulously, a gay man with two women
groping his exposed pecker. They stroked it lightly.
“Alright, ladies. Time to catch up. We’re completely nude
and you’re still hiding the goods!” I chided. It was already
starting to smell like naked flesh in the room. They each
stood and unbuttoned their shorts, letting them drop to
the carpet. I sat alone now, surrounded by two ladies
only in panties and a completely naked man whose large erection
stared me in the face. I reached toward both of their crotches,
and while it was a stretch to touch them both at once, I found
their dampened panties and immediately demanded their
prompt removal. Reshma and Urmila laughed at my drunken
ravings and more sheepishly, the tucked their thumbs into
their panties at the hips and slid them down their sturdy
thick legs. Now all four of us were naked. I stared at Urmila’s
neatly trimmed pubis, then at Reshma’s bushier mound.
Then at Urmila’s face.
Unbelievably, Urmila nodded almost imperceptibly, and
then smiled slyly. Then quite suddenly, she grasped Rishi’s
face and pulled it her to chest. He buried his face in her
bosom and she groped for his cock as they stood, pawing at
each other. I took the opportunity to pull Reshma back down
onto the sofa. Almost forcibly I pulled her legs up and apart
and threw my head into her crotch. Her pussy gave off a very
strong musky odor that filled my nostrils long before I

found it with my face. Once I made contact, I plowed my tongue
between her thick folds in pursuit of her clit. The suddenness
of my assault caught Reshma quite by surprise, but she quickly

let herself go to my ministrations. Having had the pleasure
of bringing her to orgasm orally in our past, I knew what
pleased her, and it didn’t take long to shake of the rust
and get about the business her driving her to orgasm. Reshma
is quite orgasmic, and within moments her grunts filled
the room as she thrust her pussy against my mouth, leaking
fluids into it. I had forgotten that she was an ejaculator,
and I quickly milked the bitter liquids from her quivering
I pulled my face away to find Urmila sitting down on the sofa
with Rishi’s cock in her mouth. Rishi was watching me eat
out Reshma. The pleasure of his position was clearly registered
on his face. Urmila fondled his balls and nearly deep-throated
him. I sat up and watched them in fascination, their lust
driving my own. I felt Reshma’s hand on my cock, and I turned
to see her wipe up my pre-come and press it to her tongue.
She shot me a sly look and grabbed my cock with determination.
I lunged for her massive tits, and took one of her rubbery
black nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped again
and pulled my head against her flabby tits. Her hand jacked
me off aggressively. We slid around in our positions, and
I soon found myself lying on my back across her lap with her
tit in my mouth, while her hand pulled on my cock. I felt another

hand on my balls, and broke from Reshma’s tits to see Rishi
kneeling and fondling my scrotum. Urmila was caressing
Rishi’s back and staring in fascination. I sat up to stare
and Rishi’s slender but clearly masculine hands on my genitals.
Reshma let go of my prick and it slapped noisily against
my stomach. She shifted over away from me on the couch. Urmila
walked around Rishi and approached Reshma. I couldn’t
see well as it was behind me, but I figured out that Urmila
was straddling Reshma and they were kissing passionately,
their large breasts smashed against each other, skin against
I turned back to Rishi, who had taken over where Reshma left
off, and was slowly sliding his fist up and down my cock.
I slid my left leg off the couch and my toes found his cock
in midair. He looked up at me. He let go. I slid further down
the sofa. He stood and lay on top of me. Our cocks jammed together
as his mouth found me. I was slightly uncomfortable, but
lust far outweighed any second thoughts. I let his kiss
land, and when his tongue emerged, it found its way into

my mouth with little difficulty. It was so strange to feel
stubble against my face as we kissed tentatively. It lasted
a few minutes, but I began to give myself to the moment. We
broke away and both of us looked above us to see what the girls
were up to.
Reshma had bent Urmila over facing away from her, and Reshma
sat comfortably while she lapped away at Urmila’s pussy.
Urmila’s tits hung pendulous and she grasped her knees
to keep balance. She was fighting to not fall over from the
odd position and blinding stimulation to her clit. Reshma
was also playing with her own nipples while she licked and
sucked, her massive sagging black breasts sitting on her
own knees.
Rishi and I shared a humorous look over the spectacle of
lesbian lust happening a foot away. He climbed off me and
stood at my head. I slid down further to the end of the sectional.
He knelt on the sofa and his cock dangled above my face. His
hairless crotch looked so smooth in the blue TV light. I
reach up and wrapped my fingers around his dick. I pulled
it towards my mouth, albeit with some apprehension. He
moved with me, and soon his balls were against my forehead,
then my nose. Finally they landed against my lips. This
nearly hairless sack hung heavy against my face. I opened
my mouth and they fell in. I immediately started to suck
gently, while my hand stroked his cock. His thighs surrounded
my head, muffling my hearing, but I think I heard him groan
loudly. He leaned forward to play with my cock and balls,
balancing himself with another hand on the sofa back.
I heard my wife come loudly in the background and I felt the
sofa move as she undoubtedly rocked herself against Reshma’s
face. My tongue explored Rishi’s balls and my hand his cock.

I could smell his ass not far away, but it smelled clean with
only the faintest trace of the “ass” smell I so closely associate
with my own butt hole. He continued to jerk on my pecker,
and I fought the desire to come. He sat up slightly to get
my dick into his mouth. I used the moment to spit out his nuts
and pull his pecker into my mouth. I was fully into this now.
He moaned, but with my cock in his mouth it was more of a vibration
that I could feel. It felt fantastic. I moaned in return,

and my lips made his cock vibrate. This led to continued
“harmonic feedback” as Rishi and I sucked each other’s
cocks. I clearly had a lot to learn and I’m sure he’s had better,
but it must have been good enough. He started to fuck my mouth,
and it was all I could do not to gag on his stiff cock as it slid
back into my throat. Yes, I clearly wasn’t very good at this.

For my part, I started fucking his mouth. He clearly did
know what he was doing, and I’d be hard pressed to say I’ve
ever had a better blowjob. As he sucked and licked, he parted
my thighs and my butt cheeks and started to toy with my anus.
I squealed onto his cock, not from discomfort so much as
the shock of a new sensation. It felt very bizarre, but fantastic.
Then I felt something yet altogether different and thrilling.
A tongue suddenly arrived on my puckered asshole. I felt
the nearby presence of another body near my head and I felt
Rishi groan extra loudly. I realized the girls were tonguing
our assholes while we sucked each other’s cocks. I was trapped
by his legs and his cock so I couldn’t tell who was licking
whose ass, but at this point it really idn’t matter. I felt
myself getting very near to orgasm, which I was not ready
to have just yet. I slapped at his sides furious to get him
to stop, and finally the attentions to my cock, balls and
ass subsided.
“I don’t wanna cum just yet.” I gasped. “Me neither. Can
I fuck your wife?” Rishi asked nonchalantly. “I haven’t
fucked a girl in years, nor have I wanted to. But I really
want to stick you, Urmila.” Urmila laughed loudly and grabbed
his hand. They went to the other end of the sofa. I watched
them as she sat him down, and then straddled him. He slid
easily into her wet vagina,
and these two dear friends looked at each other lustily
as she slide up and down on his glossy pecker.
“Well then you’d better fuck me, Tiger, ” Reshma growled.
“Hmm, I’d better eat you out one more time, just in case I
never get to again, ” I responded. Reshma’s eyebrow leapt
upwards at that. I lay back down and commanded her to sit
that beautiful big fat black twat onto my mouth. She obliged,
and I was soon back licking at her rubbery folds. She also
had the most enormous clit I’d
ever seen, so once I found it, it wasn’t easy to lose. I was
more methodical this time, and I systematically worked
my lips and tongue around her pussy. When I’d hit a good spot,
she’d involuntarily press herself against me, and I had
to put my hands on her huge, smooth, round ass to make sure
I could still breathe.
I heard Urmila orgasm atop Rishi’s pole a few feet away.
Inspired by her, I increased the pace and intensity of my
work on Reshma’s box, and soon I was rewarded by the low,
sultry grunts of
her familiar orgasmic strains. She rocked her twat along
my face, the slash of her cleft riding along my protruding
tongue. She treated me to some additional ejaculatory
juices as she finally shuddered her way through her orgasm.
Finally she lifted her backside from my face and I breathed
in deeply. She smiled down at me hungrily. “Get that fucking
cock in me right now!” Reshma demanded, almost angrily.
“Yeah, man, fuck her already, ” Rishi and Urmila chimed
in as they grinded together towards another Urmila orgasm.

Reshma sat down on the sofa and lifted her meaty thighs,
exposing her cunt. It glowed pink in the light of the TV,
still blaring gay porn in the background. I sat up, knelt
in front of her, and slid my cock right into her hot box. She
gulped at the sudden and rather unceremonious entry. I
pumped hard and fast, answering her earnest demands for
penetration. She dug her nails into my shoulders as I pounded
into her, slamming my pubis against her clit. She cried
softly with pleasure. “Oh God, yes, just like that. Unnh,
yeah, fuck my pussy!” she grunted. Feeling that my angle
of entry and capacity for thrusting power were being limited
by my position, I stood up slightly, sliding out of her with
a noisy plop. I leaned over her, pulling her legs over my
bent knees. I bent down to reinsert myself, and recommenced
to fuck my friend Reshma. I heard my wife
groaning nearby. I glanced over to see that she had turned
herself around and was riding Rishi’s dick with her back
to him, while he stared at us in fascination. Finally he
started to come, and he grunted noisily before whimpering
as his semen filled my wife’s cunt. She felt him come, and

slammed down and grinded herself on him to finish him off.

I felt Reshma start to come again, so I sped up my thrusts
to meet her. She came hard again, harder than before as I
pumped my aching cock into her slippery twat. Finally we
both erupted into orgasm. She clutched me tightly to her
as I released spasm after spasm, load after load, of hot
cum into her. For me, it was a long time coming, what with
all the stimulation I’d had so far. This was her third of
the night, so it was about time I got to come too. “Fuck!”
Reshma exclaimed as the disorientation of orgasm died
away. “I’ve never been fucked like that.”
“Neither have I!” Rishi blurted. Urmila had lifted herself
from him, and his crotch was a mess of sticky semen overflow.
Urmila’s box was in fact dripping with semen, all over the
leather sofa. She laughed with embarrassment and reached
for the drink napkins that covered the coffee table. “Um,
I think I’m going to need some of those too, honey, ” Reshma
cautioned. I finally pulled out of her, and what seemed
like a pint of cum began to ooze from her pink flaps. Rishi
sat up and stared at the gooey scene. “Hmm, let me help. No
sense letting good cum go to waste, ” he quipped. Rishi
threw himself into Reshma’s crotch, lapping up my cum.
Thankfully Reshma wasn’t ready for another orgasm, or
poor Rishi would have been stuck finishing that as well.

As it was, he sucked up all the exposed cum, pausing to share
a sticky wet kiss with Reshma before sitting back down on
the sofa.
I collapsed as well, my sticky flaccid cock slapping unceremoniously
against my thigh. We all rested for a few minutes, taking
in the sheer magic and madness of what we had just done. Finally,
I was ready for some refreshment. “Drink refill, anyone?”
As if on cue, Sam, Rishi and Urmila all found their drinks
and slammed their remaining contents before holding them

aloft. We all laughed.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I pried myself from my comfy spot
and grabbed my empty glass before retrieving their proffered
ones. I made my way to the bar and started mixing drinks.
I didn’t bother to ask what anyone wanted. ‘We’re all having
rum and coke, ’ I decided. I returned with drinks and we
all sat a moment and sipped our cocktails. The gay porn played
on, and we sat in silence
for some minutes, taking in more of the all-male action.
Eventually, my cock began to reawaken. It stirred slowly,
and as it grew erect, it went from being between my legs,
climbing up my thigh and finally pointing straight up.
Reshma was still the closest to me, and she took notice.

“Huh, looks like somebody’s ready for some more!” she observed
dryly. I smiled sheepishly. Urmila proclaimed drunkenly,
“Okay, honey. Who or what do you want?” I looked at my friends.
Each of them seemed happy to be involved. I settled my gaze
on my wife. “Will you be hurt if I don’t pick you?” I asked
tentatively. “Psshh! You can fuck me anytime you want.
This might never
happen again!” Reshma looked at me hungrily. ‘Man, this
girl loves my cock, ’ I mused to myself. I looked right at
Reshma, and said a very strange thing. “Rishi, fuck me in
the ass.” I couldn’t believe I had said that. My face went
flush. Without looking at him, I turned and found my drink
and took a strong swallow.
“Wow, man, are you sure? I mean, I’d love to, if you really
want me to.” The ladies became quiet. Reshma was probably
disappointed; my wife was probably in shock. “Well, if
it’s my call, here’s how I’d have it. While Rishi’s doing
me, you ladies can suck my cock.” A look of curiosity passed
both their faces, and Urmila whispered, “Uh huh, okay.”

Rishi stood up and walked over to me. I breathed deeply.
“So, what works best for this? I have no idea.” “Well, every
time I fuck a guy while two chicks blow him…” Rishi joked.
We all giggled. “Okay, okay. Let me think. How about if I
slouch and put my legs up in the air?” Before I could finish,
Rishi grabbed my ankles and pulled. My ass slid noisily
along the damp leather seat until it
was hanging off the edge. He pushed my legs back against
my body so that my anus was completely exposed.
“How ‘bout if I pick up where your wife left off earlier?”
He dropped to his knees and moved his face to my ass. His tongue
found my asshole and immediately started working in small
circles. I groaned and twitched, but settled back in to
his ministrations. Rishi expertly tongued my ass, teasing
it, pressing against it, lubricating it. He next slid a
finger in, which surprised me, but it felt fantastic. I
bucked against him and moaned again. His finger worked
into me, and soon it felt quite comfortable. Then one finger
became two. I bucked again, but settled in. ‘He’s loosening

me up, ’ I reasoned to myself as I gave myself anew to his
expert stimulation. When Rishi had finally worked a third
finger in and my ass was starting to feel overstretched
and sore, he stopped
and returned his tongue to my now stretched butt hole. He
was more forthcoming with the saliva lube now, and left
a great deal of spit around my ass. Then he stood and thrust
his pecker at my mouth. I hungrily accepted it and sucked
it as best as I could in my position.
“Lube it up good, ” Rishi beckoned gently. I got the idea
and left as much saliva as I could on his stiff cock. When
he was extremely hard and well lubed, he pulled his cock
from my drooling mouth and knelt back down. I felt the head
of his cock at the entrance of my ass. Involuntarily,
my asshole contracted. “Shhh, relax. Pretend you’re taking
a shit, ” Rishi advised. I took another deep breath and
pushed out like I was trying to crap. The outward relaxation
of my sphincter against his cock head felt strange, and
he wasted no time exploiting the breach. He inched his slippery
cock into my ass, and it took all my concentration not to
contract again.
“Yep, that’s it. Keep crapping, keep pushing out, ” Rishi
whispered. I did as I was told, and slowly Rishi’s long but
blessedly slender cock inched its way up my rectum. Finally,
after a few minutes of concentration and teamwork, Rishi’s
entire length was in my ass. I felt so filled up, and I felt
like I had to shit! “Okay, ladies, let’s get this guy off, ”
Rishi said. He lowered my legs against his hips so that Urmila
and Reshma could get to my now slightly shrunken pecker.
I deduced that the
blood supply that kept me hard must have been diverted to
the crisis happening in my rear end. I felt slightly embarrassed,
and then remembered I was being ass-fucked for the first
time. Reshma leaned over and Urmila came around to the other
side. They cooed lovingly as they fondled my half-hard
pecker. Rishi was not yet thrusting, which was just fine.
I was just trying to adjust the current state of affairs.
Finally Urmila leaned in and put my dick in her mouth, her
tongue prodding me towards a full erection. It didn’t take
long, and as my cock stiffened to aching new proportions,
I felt the tension on my ass relax a bit. I wasn’t sure of the
physiology of the whole thing, but it started to feel really
good all over.
Reshma leaned in to join, and the two gals traded licking
and sucking my cum-encrusted pole. Finally Rishi started
his movements, and while at first a bit uncomfortable,
as I concentrated on my dual blowjob and relaxed my anus,
his thrusts started to feel quite nice. Soon he was moving

with confidence and while always gentle, the thrusts became
increasingly faster and more demanding. The ladies, meanwhile,
were working wonders on my cock. I laughed to myself. ‘To

think I’m getting blown by two beautiful ladies and it’s
mostly to distract me from the cock in my ass, ’ I mused.
Somewhere along the way, Rishi and I hit our stride, and
his pumping was met with my own bucking. The gals were turned
on by this, and really started working my cock over, each
vying for the salty spray that would eventually emerge.
Rishi pumped hard, and it felt truly amazing.
“Oh God, Rishi. Oh, man. Yeah, fuck my ass, ” I managed.
I pulled Urmila’s head down hard on my cock and she deep-throated,
nearly gagging but controlling herself. Rishi was starting
to look distracted, and I realized he was going to come soon.
I decided to egg him on. “Yeah, Rishi, fuck my ass and come
in it. Dump your cum in my ass, ” I challenged. He didn’t
need much.
I watched him start to convulse and as he grunted, I felt
the most remarkable sensation deep in my colon. This warm
penetrating feeling of his spurting cum flooding my ass
was truly bizarre, and Rishi began his telltale whimpering
as he pumped spurt after spurt into my butt. The sensation
was amazing, and that combined with expert cock sucking
from Reshma and my wife sent me over the edge. I bucked hard
against Rishi and then thrust myself up and into whoever’s
mouth happened to be on it at the time. I opened my eyes and
realized it was my wife, and she hungrily sucked at my emerging
cum. She moaned loudly, and Reshma jealously pulled my
pecker from her mouth. A spurt shot high into the air before
Reshma could get my cock into her mouth to milk out the rest
of my load. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed my orgasm and
they girls fought over the salty cum that had now slowed
to a dribble. Quite suddenly, Rishi pulled himself out
of my ass. He grabbed my cock from the quarreling gals and
dropped his face right
onto it, catching the last dribbles of my gravy. I was now
twitching from over-stimulation, and pulled my spent
cock from Rishi’s mouth. I was done.
Reshma apparently was not. She moved Rishi aside and knelt
down between my knees. She pushed my knees up and began licking
at the errant cum that had started to dribble from my well-used
asshole. I shuddered again, but it did feel good. I let her
finish. Finally she withdrew and collapsed back onto the
sofa beside me, smacking her lips noisily. Urmila started
caressing my shaking thighs tenderly. Rishi sat on the
floor in front of me, laid his arms across my knees and rested
his head on his arms. The four of us sat in exhaustion and
disbelief for some time. The tape had ended, and in fact
had automatically rewound itself. The screen was blank
blue. I fell asleep shortly thereafter.
I awoke with a start, unaware of where I was. I found myself
on the sectional, next to my wife. We were both still nude,
with a blanket covering us. I looked around and saw Rishi
lying atop Reshma’s large frame, his head resting on her
enormous pillow-like breasts. They had a blanket as well,
but were clearly still nude underneath.
The next morning, I awoke with a nasty hangover and a very
sore ass. Rishi had left shortly before, and Urmila had
helped him pack all his stuff back up. “I’m taking a shower,
honey, ” Urmila croaked, her lovely naked body standing
at the bottom of the stairs. “Uh huh, ” I managed. I heard
her ascend the staircase, and then the water running moments
later. I lifted my head again and found Reshma’s form still
lying across the other leg of the sectional. She slumbered
on, oblivious to the start of the day. I dragged myself upright,
and put a hand to my head in response to the rush of blood and
the subsequent hangover headache. I stretched and remembered
my tender asshole.
I should have been sexually exhausted, but seeing Reshma’s
slightly opened mouth and hearing her soft breathing,
my cock stirred. ‘What the hell, ’ I muttered, possibly
aloud. I stood and walked over to her. I put the tip of my semi-erect
cock against her lips. She awakened halfway, but her mouth
opened and her tongue emerged against the underside of
my peter. She moaned softly. Her hand emerged from the blanket
and it landed on my butt cheek. She gently pulled me into

her mouth. By the time the water stopped running, I was emptying
myself into Reshma’s warm, wet mouth.
“Now, do I have time to make you come before she finishes
drying her hair?” I said dryly, while my hands lifted her
heavy leg, and the distinctive smell of her sex rushed at
my senses. I heard the hair dryer whir as I buried my face
one last time into Reshma’s slippery cunt.

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