Paul was watching TV when we entered the appartment, but we ignored him, we walked straight through into the bedroom and stripped each others clothes off in literally no time. We fell onto the bed, wildly snogging, and even though I am normally more of a passive lover, I felt like taking action. Ricardo was lying on his back, I came up to my knees and moved one leg over him, so my pussy was right above his face, to prepare us for a 69. I immediately felt his tongue between my legs, and decided that, before I bent down to take my cock in his mouth, i wanted to enjoy sitting on the receiving end for a while. I started moving my hips over his face, in small circular movements at first that made his tongue slide around my clitoris, and then, as I moved my hips in more intense motion backwards and forwards, up and down my cleft. It was very nice. I spread my legs even wider and now bent forward to use my mouth on him. I started by moistening my hand and taking his shaft in my hand, stroking up and down and bent down to lick his balls while doing so, his tongue restlessly moving across my clitoris. Then I started licking up and down the shaft, as his tongue became more agile between my wide open legs. I moaned. I closed my mouth around his cock, and I kept moaning with pleasure about this virtuous tongue with my mouth full of his hard throbbing cock. I sucked. Then I came.
I pulled him out of my mouth. I moved forward a couple of inches and even further down, with my butt right in front of his face and then slit forward, leaving a wet trace of his saliva and my juices on his chest, like a snail. Sliding the way down to his groin gave me the time to recover from my first orgasm. When I arrived there, I just plunged my pussy down on his cock. He groaned. I was looking down towards his feet and started riding him furiously. He clasped my hips and started moving his hips up to meet my rhythm. I rocked up and down, shoving his cock deep inside me. Soon, both of us were covered in sweat and enjoying ourselves thoroughly. I started clenching my pussy muscles rhythmically to squeeze his cock that drove in and out of me, which he welcomed with loud moans of pleasure. I kept riding him. We both came quite quickly, him crying out. When Paul entered Ricardo's room some time later to see if we're up to anything fun, he found both of us fast asleep.
The next morning, however, Paul was part of it again. He had prepared us a good English fry-up with beans, saussages, tomatoes, egg and mushrooms. I had made the coffee (they never made it quite strong enough, seems to be an Anglo-American thing) and Ricardo had juiced oranges for all three of us. Now, fed and happy, Ricardo and me were sitting on the sofa, watching TV, Ricardo's arm around me with his hand on one of my breasts, squeezing it and pinching my nipple, as usual, while Paul was kneeling between my legs, giving me head. The boys were wearing shorts, I was naked. Paul is very good with his mouth. I love oral sex, both receiving and giving, but, normally, it would not be something that would get me off on its own. Yesterday's 69 had been psychologically lubricated by the whole restaurant excitement, but just plain head would normally be good for foreplay, or even indispensable, but not for climax. Paul, however, was an artist. He used his hand and his mouth together, spread my pussy with his fingers, stroked my belly as he licked me, inserted his fingers when necessary. Sometimes he licked light as a feather, sometimes hard and fast. He knew how to get me off, and he took pride in it. Maybe that explains why he was so offended when I jumped up from being pleasured when my phone signalled the arrival of a text message. I jumped, naked, over piles of clothes and duvets that were spread out on the floor and took the phone out of the pocket of my jacket. Stepan wanted to meet me at 5 in the park!
The blokes could not share my excitement. Paul was pouting because I had not appreciated his oral efforts, and Ricardo was simply jealous. The three of us were officially non-committed, but up to now it had only been Ricardo who had been making use of this liberty - even though, with Paul you could never be too sure because he was not the kind of person who would share his adventures. He did not talk very much at all. Ricardo, in any way, had slept with another German girl that he had met when he visited his uncle in Hannover, and he had been dating an English girl, Emma, for a couple of weeks two months ago. He had kept our thing going during the time, but she did not know about it. This was one of the two reasons why I knew he was not serious about her. The other one was that he was quite obviously trying to make me jealous by telling me all the juicy details about Emma. Realising that, I had been deliberately non-possessive, to wind him up, taking her side and trying to persuade him to commit to her. He had eventually dropped her. Ricardo, in turn, had always been a little suspicious about who I spent my time with if I was not with them, and I could not help thinking that the reason why Paul and I never made love on our own was because both of us sensed that it could be hazardous to our arrangement. Ricardo was more than happy to share me with pretty much everyone if he was present, but he did not like the idea of me going out and enjoy on my own. Up to now, his worries had been in vain, I had not hidden anything from them, two youngsters and a full time job were quite enough for me. Stepan, however, was a different thing. I had to go home now, sleep for a couple of hours and then spend a couple of more hours picking the right outfit.
The boys could not hide their schadenfreude, when I could not find my handbag. I must have forgotton it in the restaurant, the last time I remembered having it was when I had handed it to Ricardo so he would realise my knickers were not where they should be. I did not have money, I did not have my keys, my flatmates would not come home till eight that evening. We called the restaurant, but they were closed on sundays. I would have to go and meet Stepan straight from here. I did not even have underwear, not even used one, since my knickers were in the handbag, and I had not worn a bra. I had to take a shower, I smelled like cum and male sweat all over, but my hair straightener was at home, I would be looking like Jimi Hendrix. At least, Ricardo was using gender neutral shampoo, and I knew one of his ex girfriends had left body lotion and a decent perfume behind. The blokes were highly amused and kept entertaining each other with possible excuses I could make about my looks. I gave them a very evil look, went into Paul's room and set the alarm to 3, closed the door and tried to sleep. I thought about calling it off, but it seemed to late, and I had just texted him I would go. Well, it could have been worse - at least I had my telephone!
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