That had been six months ago. As I had expected, I had not heard from Stepan since, but I still thought about him a lot. I think supporting the Czech team that night was not completely unrelated. I had avoided Amy and her friends, but I had become a frequenter to Paul's and Ricardo's house, not just for occasions like this one. We had become friends and lovers. We laughed and joked a lot, and I enjoyed their company, even if they were a bit shallow for my taste. With them, I was free to be a little unconventional.
The game had proceeded 35 minutes into the first half, Beckham had served a fantastic corner, but the Czech defense was on guard. In general, the Czechs had been more dangerous, even if yet unlucky. They had had three great opportunities, Rosicky had once shot against the post, whilst the English keeper's mind seemed to be some place that was not the football pitch. I was leaning my head against Ricardo's chest, who had put his arm around me, resting his hand on one of my breasts. He had been squeezing it and playing with it for the last ten minutes or so, feeling my erect nipple even through the padded bra and my blouse. I was breathing harder, I like my breasts being squeezed. I had swung one of my long legs over Paul's, and he stroked my thigh absent mindedly. He was following the game. My hands had worked their way up and rested now on top of the bulges in the boys' trousers, stroking them gently. They felt nice and hard and hot and adorable.
Ricardo seemed to think that it was time to unbutton my blouse and pull down one of the straps of my bra, to expose one of my small breasts. He simply looked at it for a moment, admiring its shape, the pink nipple and the almost colourless areola. The referee whistled half time, and Linneker appeared on the screen again. Ricardo took my nipple between his fingers and twisted and pinched it, thereby sending waves of excitation through my body. He cupped my naked breast with his hand, feeling the soft skin, and then squeezed it, again. I sighed and started kissing his neck and his ear, letting go of Pauls boner for a while, blood was rushing through my body, into my face and into my genitals, I got very aroused. Ricardo took off his t-shirt and I started stroking his now naked skinny and boyish, yet athletic chest. I leaned over, running my naked and hard nipple up and down his arm. He took my face in his hand and gave me a long intense kiss, I pressed my half naked chest up against his. Ricardo is such a sensual kisser. Leaning over like this against against him, I offered my backside to Paul, who took the opportunity to start running one of his hands up and down my bum and my thighs and, from behind, in between my legs. His hand slid across the spot where my legs meet, touching my pussy through the jeans. I got wetter and hotter by the minute, with one guy stroking my bum and my pussy, and the other one kissing me and holding my half naked chest.
Paul had taken out his cock and used his other hand to stroke up and down its full length, while still fingering my bum and and the space in between my legs. He was really not a small guy, his cock looked quite impressive like this, rock hard and big, deliciously covered with the first drops of pre-cum. He reached over to open my trousers, and pulled them down, just over the thighs, so my full cheeks were facing him. He gave them a gentle smack, the same moment Ricardo pinched my nipple again and grinned at me. I sucked air in through my wide open mouth. I could feel my black thong being pulled down and turned my bum even further up to facilitate access to Paul. He went down behind me, he was looking right into my gaping pussy in between my cheeks, I felt his hot breath. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and bent down to give them a kiss, tasting from the juices that I now spilt like a fountain. Ricardo, in the meantime, got fully rid of my blouse and my bra, so that I was naked, apart from my jeans and my thong that were still hanging around my knees, while the two of them were still mostly dressed. I just loved these two guys. My pussy pulsated as Paul's tounge explored every fold of it and gently sucked on my clitoris. My hand greedily searched for Ricardo's cock, whose hands, in return, traveled seemingly randomly across my chest, neck and back. I moistened my hands with my saliva and started running my fingers around the circumcised tip of Ricardo's cock, and then up and down the shaft. I moaned as Paul ate my pussy, and I wished this moment would never end.
Paul stopped licking me shortly after, but just to insert two of his fingers into my pussy, knowing that one finger is rarely enough for me, and preparing it for his large cock. I moaned, this was even better, and Paul watched my hungry pussy react under his hands, fingerfucking me with two of his fingers, thrusting in and out, while his thumb pressed and rubbed my clitoris. Breathing heavily, I looked up into Ricardo's eyes, and then I came with a little cry, still holding on to Ricardo's cock, squeezing it, and he smiled at me. Paul pulled out his fingers, to watch the contractions of my pussy. He was observing its throbbing like a scientist, content with the results of his experiment.
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