Our First Four-Way - Sex Stories

Our First Four-Way

... and off we went. Along the way, Vicki took pleasure in flashing her tits at truckers as they passed by, causing many of them to take double-takes at my cousin's sweet tits; more than one nearly driving off the road.

An hour and a half and two blow jobs later, we found their home easily and prepared to walk to the door. We bounced out of the car, laughing as we walked up to the front door. “I can't believe how many truckers were trying to get a peak while I was sucking your cock in the car,” Vicki bragged.

Smiling, I reached forward to ring the bell. After a moment, the door opened wide and there stood Greg, welcoming us into their home. “Come on in,” he said as he stood aside.

Vicki and I were wondering if they were going to be naked when we arrived, but Greg was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a football jersey that proudly displayed the logo of his favorite team. I glanced over at Vicki while we followed him inside; her eyes were firmly glued to Greg's ass. Although he was wearing sweatpants, Greg's ass had a nice shake to it and even I enjoyed watching it.

We were soon in their living room, being ushered to the sofa. Looking around as Vicki and I sat down, I asked: “So . . . where's Lorraine?”

“Oh, she'll be right out,” Greg said, sitting down in a nearby recliner. “She just wanted to finish putting on her face.”

As if on cue, Lorraine appeared from the next room and sat on the couch with Vicki in the middle. Like her husband, Lorraine was wearing ...

... a pair of sweatpants and a jersey and lookedincredibly sexy. Vicki placed her hand on Lorraine's leg and said, “It is so nice to see you again.” The two ladies began looking at each other, and Lorraine slid her hand up Vicki's legs and under her skirt. I could tell from the way Vicki laid her head back that my cousin was getting her pussy massaged.

Greg stood up and said, “Hey, Bill. Come with me into the kitchen and I'll pour some wine for all of us. You can help me carry it back in the living room.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said as I stood up and left the two girls to fend for themselves; after all, they looked as if they had things well in hand.

Greg was already pulling the cork from the bottle when I entered the kitchen. I stood behind him and said, “My, oh my, things are looking to get sexy.”

I had reached around Greg's waist and my hands began the search for his cock. I could feel him throbbing through his sweatpants, and I grabbed his dick and began running my hand up and down.

Greg turned around and faced me and said, “Looks like the wine may not be needed.” Greg had reached down and began massaging my cock and I instantly began to grow in his hand. Greg leaned forward to me and pressed his lips to mine, and I eagerly sucked his tongue into my hungry mouth. We stood there for a moment, playing with each other's cocks and kissing each other passionately. We soon turned our attention back to the wine, where Greg poured it carefully into four wine ...