Samantha's Foursome

Saturday night came, and Samantha couldn’t have imagined better. Jarred was behind her, his tongue in her ear, one hand squeezing her right breast, Richard had the other in his mouth, and Oliver’s face was buried between her legs.

“Holy fuck.” Samantha moaned as her men went to work. They’d had a brief talk beforehand, Samantha laying out the ground rules, giving the men a run down on what she was hoping for. But now all thought processes went out of her mind as her body buzzed with the pleasures riding her, taking full control of her body. Richard moved up to kiss her mouth as his hand took over tweaking her nipple, the other arm wrapped around her, holding her close. Oliver had pulled his tongue from delving between her legs and was now flicking her clit, as Jarred still sucked and nibbled her earlobe, his tongue reaching deep into her ear, sending a tickle the length of her spine.

“Oh, oh, oh! I’m coming, I’m gonna gush!” The last was said with a squeal as the waves hit their peak and the signs of Samantha’s pleasure covered Oliver’s face. All three men eased off, evidently quite pleased with themselves.

“That didn’t take long,” Jarred said. “Thought you said it might take a while.”

Samantha looked up at him. “I didn’t really take into account the effect three men all working together might have on me!” she said. She flopped back on the bed. “So…which one of you am I going to please first?”

Jarred raised an eyebrow. “And why does it only have to be one of us?”

“Well, I would like to ease into it, you know.” She grinned, getting up on her knees to approach Jarred. She put her hand on the zipper of his trousers. “You first, then?”

With a cheeky look she unzipped his jeans, carefully freeing his hard cock.

She took the tip of it in her mouth, her tongue circling and probing the tiny slit before releasing him to travel the length of his cock. Her fingers took hold of his balls as she did so, massaging each one gently between her fingers.

“Fuck that’s good.” Jarred moaned, lacing his fingers through Samantha’s hair. The movement gave her a thrill.

Samantha leaned forward on her knees, her back arched, bottom up in the air. She heard the other two men unzipping their trousers, heard the soft sound of their pants sliding to floor, the clunk of a belt buckle on the floorboards. Someone was behind her, Richard, she thought, and his tongue warmed her still throbbing clit.

She placed her mouth over the tip of Jarred’s cock, one hand moving slowly up and down the shaft as she worked the head. She felt the tongue on her cunt slide over her pussy lips, briefly delving into her dripping snatch before continuing to circle her tight arse. She jumped.

“God, that’s good.” She gasped as it circled once more and then probed the entrance. She closed her eyes, enjoying this new sensation, when Jarred began to rub his cock against her mouth.

“Open up.” She did, without a second thought and began to work his cock again, using her hands and mouth. The tongue at her arse probed a little further, and she gasped again, taking more of Jarred’s cock in her mouth.

“That’s the way, baby.” His other hand wove through her hair, and Samantha felt him take hold as he began to very gently thrust with his hips. The tongue left her arse and was replaced by a finger. She felt Oliver slide beneath her, his mouth once again on her clit. He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, and she began to work them both, as Richard began to ease a second finger into her tight rectum.

Once again waves of pleasure began to wash over her body. Samantha’s instinct was to say no when Jarred began to thrust deeper into her mouth. She was gagging, but he had control, and the touches of her body sent thrills of pleasure that overtook sense, and soon she felt nothing but pleasure, desire, and need. All she wanted him to do was to fuck her mouth, her throat, to fill her with his enormous cock.

He began to move faster as Richard put a third finger deep into her body.

“Oh, we’ve got to stop.” Jarred groaned as he removed his cock from her mouth. “If we keep that up I’ll come and I need to save that for the next bit.” He winked at her, cupping her chin in his hand as he moved down to kiss her lips.

Richard and Oliver kept up their assault on her body, and in moments she’d come again, and this time Richard got his mouth in on the action too, pushing Oliver out of the way to taste her juices.

“Righty-ho!” Oliver said. “Ready for a real foursome?

“What does that involve?” Samantha smiled cheekily. She hoped she looked innocent, but had a feeling she didn’t quite pull it off.

“Come here, woman.” Jarred pulled her towards him, sank his cock to the hilt in her yearning cunt.

“Ooh, yes.” Samantha let herself sink forward so her whole weight rested on Jarred’s perfectly-toned chest. Jarred kissed her, his hands travelling the length of her back to stop at just above her hips as he lay back, moving them both into a vertical position.

Richard came up behind her, his finger once again circling her anus as he lubricated it with saliva. She felt the tip of his cock at the entrance and gasped.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything.”

He needed no further encouragement, carefully easing the head of his cock into her tight arsehole. Jarred lay still, allowing Samantha’s body the chance to stretch, to get used to the feeling of having two cocks inside her. She moaned as Richard eased in, and her body began moving of its own accord as it sought pleasures she had only ever imagined. The men began to thrust, their movements disjointed at first, until they reached a synchronicity and Samantha could do nothing but let her body be filled. She felt a movement in front of her, and opened her eyes to find Oliver’s cock within reach of her tongue. She parted her lips for him, desperate to taste him, to return to him the pleasures he had given her. As her mouth closed over his cock, she heard him moan, and she glanced up to see him close his eyes, a look of pure ecstasy across his face. He leant back, thrusting his cock forward as he did so, allowing her to move as she wished, as she could. Samantha closed her eyes too — she couldn’t concentrate on Oliver’s cock, with two others working her down below. She looked at him again as she took his hand and moved it to her head. He opened his eyes in surprise, glancing down at her.

Oliver stroked the side of Samantha’s face with his other hand. He began to thrust his hips, his cock moving shallowly in Samantha’s mouth. She strained forward, opening her throat to take as much of him as she could, and finally he got the hint, building up the movement, never taking his eyes from her face as his thrusts became deeper. She gagged on his cock, but when he drew away she grabbed his arse and pulled him forward, forcing herself on his thick shaft. He complied, moving faster, in time with the movement of Jarred and Richard. The sensations became too much and Samantha came, moaning around Oliver’s cock as her juices flowed. Moments later each of the men came in turn, filling her. They collapsed in a pile on the bed. Samantha’s ravaged body too exhausted to move.

“Was that everything you hoped for?” Oliver’s lips grazed her ear as he whispered to her.

“Everything and more.”

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This is an excerpt from my book ‘Erotic Writer Seeks Men’.

If you’d like to see how Samantha and her men got to this point, (there’s lots of steamy moments and experimentation) you can buy it here: