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I pressed the doorbell and waited at the entrance to the large house. I was admiring the beautiful jasmine creeping up the ornate marble pillar when my friend’s girlfriend, Tiffany, answered the door.
“Hi Darren, come in,” she said excitedly with a welcoming smile. She had an oven mitt on one hand and a pair of tongs in the other, and there was a mouthwatering aroma emanating from the kitchen.
“Something smells great!” I said as I stepped past Tiffany through the door.
“Me, or the food?” quipped Tiffany with a cheeky grin.
I leaned over to smell her hair before replying with the same cheekiness, “Both!”
Tiffany laughed. “Brad is in the lounge,” she said, then turned around and made her way back to the kitchen. She was wearing ripped denim shorts that barely covered her ass, and a loose fitting singlet that didn’t reach her midriff. I stared at her ass as she walked down the hall, watching her hips sway side to side. Suddenly she turned around again to ask me something and caught me staring at her.
“Oh, Darren, can you… were you staring at my ass?” she asked, leaving her mouth slightly ajar and putting one hand on her hip, as if she were scolding a child. But I could tell from her demeanor that she was only pretending to be annoyed and that this performance was just more flirting. The difference was our exchange at the door was just harmless banter, whereas now I sensed a deeper sentiment from Tiffany.
“No, I was… was just…” I stammered.
To my relief, Tiffany winked at me with a devious grin before turning her back and disappearing into the kitchen before I could invent an excuse. I made my way towards the lounge room where I found Tiffany’s boyfriend, Brad. I wondered if he heard any of the conversation exchanged between me and Tiffany.
“Hey Brad,” I said nonchalantly as I entered the lounge. Brad was sitting on a comfortable-looking sofa, watching TV.
“Oh, hey Darren,” he greeted me casually, shifting his gaze towards me only for a moment before returning to the TV. He gestured for me to sit on the sofa next to him. If he had heard anything, he didn’t let on.
I sat down on the sofa and we made small talk as we watched the program—some documentary about animals in the savannahs of sub-Saharan Africa.
I’d known both Brad and Tiffany since high school and we remained good friends. We’d arranged to visit tonight to catch up before they flew to the other side of the world in a few days. Brad had accepted a new job in Sweden, and they planned to live there indefinitely so I wasn’t sure when I’d have the chance to see them again. They had already packed up all their belongings in boxes and had sold their house. The house we were currently sitting in belonged to other friends of theirs who were on holidays, and they’d been asked to house-sit for them. The timing worked out perfectly so they had gladly accepted the offer. The house was huge and very clean. Everything looked expensive. I was a little jealous of their free accommodation; a mansion they had all to themselves to explore and enjoy. I bet there was a Jacuzzi tub upstairs. I was starting to daydream about all the naughty things I’d get up to with a hot girlfriend like Tiffany if I was in Brad’s position when my thoughts were interrupted by the narrator’s voice.
“The Topi antelopes of the savannah engage in intense orgies,” the narrator said calmly over the top of a scene of wild antelopes engaged in a mating frenzy. “The female antelopes,” the narrator continued, “only remain fertile for about a day, so they need to make the most of it. They will have sex with multiple partners, sometimes more than ten, and will have sex multiple times with each one.”
Brad chuckled quietly to himself like an immature schoolboy who’d just heard a sex joke. Then he surprised me by asking a very direct question.
“Ever tried that?” he said without taking his eyes off the screen, clearly referring to the erotic mating practice.
I pretended to not understand the question. “Tried what?” There was a chance I’d misunderstood his question.
“You know…” he trailed off, becoming more coy with the burden of having to rephrase the question more explicitly. “Have you ever shared a girl with another guy?”
“Heh, nah,” I said trying to sound relaxed and modest. In fact, I had never been with a girl. I was in my mid-twenties and still a virgin. That didn’t bother me—I knew I’d find the right girl and settle down with her eventually. But that didn’t mean I didn’t think about girls—or sex. I could feel my penis start to move around in response to our short dialogue of threesomes. Brad knew I was single, but he assumed I’d been with girls before. I didn’t correct him.
Thankfully, Tiffany walked into the room, breaking the awkward silence that had ensued. However, the appearance of Tiffany in her tight denim shorts and revealing top didn’t help calm my penis or libido.
“Dinner is ready,” she said, smiling at us both.
“I’ll escort give you a hand setting the table,” said Brad, getting up off the sofa to join Tiffany in the kitchen.
I remained on the sofa looking at the TV. I was only pretending to watch the documentary. In reality, my mind was thinking about Tiffany. To be precise, I was imagining myself and Brad sharing Tiffany in a threesome.
Tiffany was a natural red head and looked every part as Irish as her surname would suggest. She had very fair skin and cute freckles all over her face and arms. Her breasts were ample and filled out her singlet top attractively. She was otherwise fairly unremarkable—just a good-humored, plain-looking Irish red head. I was pondering whether her breasts would be freckled too when she re-entered the adjoining dining room carrying a dish of something hot. Brad followed, carrying the plates and cutlery. I got up from the sofa and made my way towards the food on the table.
“Smells great,” I complimented, admiring the roast chicken.
Tiffany winked at me again as she returned to the kitchen to get more food, making me think back to the same comment I’d made earlier. Brad finished laying the plates and cutlery around the table then went to fetch a bottle of red wine. I sat down at the corner of the table, nearest the food. Brad returned with the wine. He sat down to my left at the end of the table and began pouring the wine into the glasses.
When Tiffany returned, holding a salad and bowl of chips, I expected she would sit next to Brad. But to my surprise, she sat down on my right, placing myself between her and Brad. That was unusual, wasn’t it? Or had my recent sexual fantasies about Tiffany clouded my ability to think rationally?
I tried to dismiss the unusual decision and focus my attention on the wonderful food Tiffany had prepared. The chicken was cooked to perfection, the potato chips were crisp and golden, and even the salad looked delicious. It truly did smell great.
While we dined, we talked about the upcoming trip and what they planned to do in Sweden other than work. They thought they’d probably do a bit of skiing since it would be peak ski season when they arrived, and they had a few other places they’d like to visit. I remarked how wonderful their adventure sounded and said I wished I could join them. This caused Brad and Tiffany to pass each other a quick glance that caused Tiffany to smile for no apparent reason. Brad managed to compose himself.
Before long, we’d finished the bottle of wine and Tiffany went to find another one. We finished dinner and continued to talk while working our way through the second bottle. Tiffany was becoming noticeably more casual and flirty as time passed, sometimes placing her hand on my knee under the table when she spoke to me, as if she needed to physically touch me to get my attention. I wondered if Brad knew what she was doing under the table.
Suddenly the topic of girls came up. I was asked if I was seeing anyone and what sort of girls I was interested in. Tiffany blurted out, “Do you like Irish girls?” The effect of the wine was definitely making her more cheeky than normal.
“Um, sure, I guess,” I said, trying not to sound offensive. “I love your freckles,” I added, surprising myself by how much courage I’d suddenly mustered thanks to the wine. And that wasn’t a hollow compliment—I really did think her freckles made her look cute.
“Which ones?” she asked mischievously, sliding one foot over to stroke mine in an overtly flirtatious manner.
Not sure how to respond, I just laughed and sipped some more wine. Brad and Tiffany laughed too.
“Would you like to try an Irish girl?” asked Tiffany bluntly, pushing her bust out slightly and flashing her green eyes. I looked at Brad, expecting him to step in and stop his girlfriend’s frivolous behavior. But he just looked at the two of us with a smile and continued to sip his wine.
“Don’t be shy,” she giggled. “Irish girls don’t bite,” she said reassuringly stroking my leg with the soft palm of her hand. Then without warning, Tiffany stood up and slipped her singlet over her head. To my shock, Tiffany wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts were now fully exposed, inches from my face. I now had the answer to my earlier thoughts—her breasts did have some freckles but they were lighter and more sparse than those on her face and forearms. I wondered how often she’d spent time in the sun (presumably nude) to acquire them, and what sort of activities that entailed…. I would have dwelt on this thought for a while if I didn’t have two naked breasts in my face.
Tiffany stretched one leg over my lap until she was sitting on me with her back to the table, and to Brad. “Do you like these freckles?” she asked unashamedly, cupping her hands under breasts to lift them up and give me a closer inspection. I nodded my head sheepishly like the sexually aroused virgin that I was.
All pretenses for a sexual interaction eskort with me had now been dispersed. While Tiffany’s actions felt spontaneous, courtesy of the wine, I wondered if Tiffany and Brad had planned this affair. Was it Tiffany’s idea, and Brad was happy to go along with it because watching his girlfriend strip for another man turned him on? Or was it Brad’s idea, and he who had planted the seed in Tiffany’s head when they were together in the kitchen, knowing that her flirty nature (and maybe even an attraction to me) was enough to convince her to act out his fantasy? Either way, Brad was not interfering.
There was no doubt Tiffany could feel my rigid penis under her. She began to twerk slowly on my lap, pushing my libido into overdrive. Seeing that I was relaxed and enjoying her performance, Tiffany lifted my shirt up and peeled it off. I offered no resistance. I was no longer in control of my own body. Tiffany shifted her chest until her puffy Irish nipples aligned with mine, then she pressed her body in close to mine, locking our nipples together in an intimate embrace. She continued to twerk her bum as she locked her arms behind by neck and gave me a French kiss.
“How about some Irish sugar over here?” asked Brad, standing up from his chair, gesturing Tiffany over to him. I was a little annoyed that Brad had chosen to interrupt us at that moment, but seeing as Tiffany was his girlfriend, I could hardly complain. Apparently, I was going to have to share. Part of me wanted Tiffany all to myself—she was the first girl I had kissed, let alone seen half-naked—but the thought of sharing a girl turned me on too. I wanted to watch her have sex as much as wanted to have sex with her.
Tiffany was now standing in front of Brad who was rubbing his hands over her back. They started kissing passionately while Tiffany slowly grinded on Brad’s thigh. Without breaking her lock with Brad’s mouth, she reached one hand behind her back and indicated that I should join them from behind. I obeyed without question.
I approached Tiffany’s rear, enjoying the sight of her half-naked body gyrating with passion. I moved in close, placing my hands on her hips and nestling my head on the nape of her neck, kissing her upper back, neck and earlobes. I reached up to brush her beautiful red hair to the side, but before I could return them to her hips, she grabbed my wrists and guided my hands to the front of her chest, placing each hand on her breasts wedged between her and Brad. Then she wrapped her arms around Brad again for an intimate embrace while Brad took the opportunity to explore Tiffany’s hips and rear. Tiffany was locked in the middle, being unable to move forward due to my firm embrace of her breasts, and unable to move backwards due to Brad’s grasp on her hips and me pressing against her bottom. Tiffany was ours to play with until we decided otherwise.
Brad was trying to poke his hands down the back of Tiffany’s denim shorts to play with her ass, but the short shorts were very tight fitting and he couldn’t get far. To remedy the situation, Brad began fumbling with the front of Tiffany’s shorts, undoing the singular button and peeling the zipper down until the shorts were loose enough to remove. Tiffany looked down to watch her shorts being forced over her hips but did nothing to stop Brad. I pulled back from Tiffany’s ass only half an inch to let her shorts fall before shoving my groin hard up against her cheeks once again.
Tiffany still had one last line of defense: cute, pink G-string panties. For now, Brad and I were content to leave her G-string intact and incorporated it into our foreplay, occasionally pulling up on the lingerie to give her “wedgie”, and pinging the sides of it against her bare skin.
With Tiffany almost naked, and me shirtless, Brad was feeling overdressed. He pulled back from Tiffany for a moment while he stripped completely naked. Tiffany didn’t was time watching him undress; she turned around to face me, her expression radiating with sexual arousal and anticipation, and gave me the position Brad had taken. I filled my hands with as much of Tiffany’s exposed ass cheeks as I could grab hold of while Tiffany rubbed my nipples with her hands and initiated some very wet kisses on and around my mouth. By now, Tiffany had spent probably 15 minutes kissing and her face glistened with a messy mixture of saliva from all three of us, with beads of saliva starting to run down her neck.
Brad finished removing his clothes and took up the rear position. As I fondled Tiffany’s ass, I felt Brad bury his very erect penis deep between her plump cheeks, sliding it up and down along the length of the G-string. I helped apply pressure by squeezing Tiffanies cheeks around Brad’s dick. My pants were beginning to feel very tight with my penis now swollen to its potential. I reluctantly released my grip on Tiffany’s bum and loosened my pants without disengaging my deep kiss with Tiffany’s tongue. Tiffany was now the least eskort bayan exposed in the room, with her pussy and bum crack still protected by her flimsy G-string panties. I could see that the front of her panties were sporting a wet patch, making the thin material semi-translucent and allowing me to make out the shape of two puffy mounds.
I was just thinking about stripping Tiffany’s G-string off when Brad suddenly stepped back and suggested we move things to the bedroom. He ran down the hall and started up the stairs towards the master bedroom. Tiffany giggled and ran after him. I followed close behind Tiffany, leaving enough room to get a good view of her beautiful ass bouncing around as she ran. Tiffany clambered up the stairs like chimpanzee on all fours, which I found very erotic.
A few steps shy of the top, Tiffany suddenly stopped, arching her back, poking her ass out and looking backwards towards me cheekily.
“Were you staring at my ass?” she repeated her question from earlier with mock seriousness.
This time I didn’t answer, and I didn’t slow my ascent, allowing myself to careen into her ass which I think is entirely what she wanted. Tiffany yelped at the force and stimulation of my face slamming into her bum, but notably she did not pull away. In fact she pushed back against my face, clearly wanting more. I opened my mouth wide and nibbled at the crotch of her panties. Just as I managed to get a good hold of it with my mouth, Tiffany wiggled her ass and climbed the remaining stairs, leaving her panties behind in my mouth. This was also clearly quite deliberate. Even during foreplay, Tiffany had an uncanny ability to make up pretenses for getting guys to do something sexy and make it look accidental.
Tiffany was finally naked, but she walked through the door to the master bedroom without revealing more of her body. I guess there would be plenty of time to explore her thoroughly. For now, I had her used and still-warm panties to entertain me. I climbed the remaining stairs slowly, shoving Tiffany’s G-string into my mouth and sucking at the juices she had left behind. The panties tasted just like Tiffany. I wanted to devour them, and then I wanted to devour her.
I walked into the master bedroom still munching on the panties. Brad was lying face up on the bed, head towards the door, and Tiffany was climbing up onto the bed with her back towards me, preparing to straddle her body over Brad’s in a 69 position. She buried her snatch into Brad’s face before I was able to get a good look at it again. My disappointment was fleeting as Tiffany’s plump ass was exposed and stretched wide open for me to explore. I walked up close to Brad’s head, careful not to interfere with his fun in eating Tiffany’s pussy. I started playing with Tiffany’s glorious bottom. Her ass hole looked like a cute pink starfish, beckoning me to play. I placed my thumbs either side of her opening and used my other fingers to massage her ass cheeks, spreading them wider and forcing her hole to part slightly. I let some saliva fall from my panty-stuffed mouth onto her ass just above her hole. It oozed down slowly towards the opening, and I used this to lubricate the rim with my thumbs before gently inserting one of them inside.
Tiffany lifted her head and moaned in an involuntary response to the sudden stimulation of having both her holes filled. Brad increased his intensity on Tiffany’s pussy.
After toying with her hole for a minute, I pulled my thumb out, which was surprisingly clean, and removed Tiffany’s panties from my mouth. I’d sucked all of Tiffany’s juices out; now it was time to put some of my juices back into Tiffany.
I placed the matted mess of saliva-soaked panties on the crest of Tiffany’s bum, letting the end dangle over her opening. Then I used my thumbs to gradually insert the wet G-string into her hole, like a worm burrowing its way into the ground. Tiffany widened her sphincter to facilitate the process, and even reached back with one hand to help hold her ass open for me. Brad and I both watched the last of the panties disappear into Tiffany’s bum hole.
Brad was starting to make loud slurping noises, an indication that things were getting very wet down there. I was contemplating stuffing my penis into Tiffany’s rear hole when Brad suddenly flipped Tiffany over onto her back. Now on top of her, he wriggled backwards towards the head of the bed, pinning her arms down with his legs, and started playing with her breasts. To my delight, Tiffany’s lower half was now exposed before me — and completely defenseless.
I very much hate pubic hair (I had mine permanently removed with laser treatments years ago), and I was keen to see what Tiffany’s pubes looked like. Her mons was not completely hair free, but it was very tidy, with the only body hair in sight being a narrow, vertical slit of hair directly above her glistening vaginal opening (a style I would later learn was called a “landing strip”). It was the same lovely orange shade as her hair. Either side of this strip was shaved smooth to perfection. Despite my dislike for pubic hair, I found myself attracted to her neatly trimmed pussy hair.
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