He walks me backwards towards the couch and Tiffany is forced to pull her hand out of Ricky’s pants. He pushes me down on my back on the couch. Tiffany senses that something is wrong and she has made him uncomfortable. Maybe she is moving too fast? She decides to take a different approach and work on Lacey, instead. She steps between me and Ricky, bends down and plants kisses on my neck and chest. She pauses long enough to unfasten my bra and flung it over her shoulder where it lands, draped over Ricky’s shoulder. He stops, looking dumbfounded. He is not sure where this is going or what his role should be. Should he back off and just watch these two hot girls making out? Tiffany removes my new tiger striped panties, sliding them off my ass and down my legs.
I look up at Ricky, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking like a lost puppy, my bra still draped over his shoulder. “Don’t just stand there,” I say. “Take your clothes off.” With Tiffany standing over me, I can see up her skirt and I see no panties. That’s strange, I never saw her take them off. Flipping her skirt up, it is obvious that she is sans panties. “What is this? You came ready for action, didn’t you, girl?”
Tiffany grimaces, “It’s a long story. Hey, it’s not what it looks like!” Then she pulls her sweater over her head and slips her bra off. Now her boobs are free. She opens my legs, standing with one foot on the floor and the other knee on the couch between my legs. She places her hands on my thighs and plants kisses on both my inner thighs. Looking up, she smiles mischievously at me. Ricky has his clothes off, down to his briefs. He has an obvious erection straining against the fabric, and still he looks like he does not know what to do.
I grin at Ricky and say, “you are still over dressed for this party. I’m sure I speak for both of us in wishing you would take your boxers off and lend a hand here.” I didn’t have to ask twice. Ricky discards the last of his clothes, and does the helicopter with his dick. We all laugh and he says “bet you can’t do that.” Then Tiffany sits up, grabs one of her boobs, and twirls it about. Ricky turns pink, we laugh, and he says, “I stand corrected.”
The humor begins to put Ricky at ease. He comes over and lightly massages one of my breasts while circling around the nipple of the other. Tiffany is working on my pussy. Her technique is noticeably different from Ricky’s, and I am really enjoying it. Ricky continues to work on my upper body but it distracts from what Tiffany is doing for me down there. I look Ricky in the eye and suggest “I think Tiffany needs your ministrations right now. Would you like to work on her?”
Ricky stops and looks at me, dumbstruck. “You want me to fool around with Tiffany?”
I give him a smile and say, “actually, Tiffany is in need of a good fuck, right now. I would love to watch you do her doggy style while she eats me out.” His jaw hangs slack, he looks at Tiffany, licks his lips, then looks back at me. “Don’t you want to fuck her?” I ask. Tiffany stops and looks up expectantly at Ricky, awaiting his reaction.
“I don’t know,” he said. “We haven’t talked about it. And what about Brett?”
Now Tiffany is really excited. “Brett and I are history, not a thing anymore. Not in the picture at all,” says Tiffany. At that, she removes her skirt, the last of her clothes. “And, I’m on the pill now. You don’t even need to wear a condom,” Tiffany adds, eagerly.
I say, “Yeah, it’s OK, babe. I want you to. This is another one time thing.” Then looking at Tiffany, don’t stop. I’m getting close.”
Ricky comes up behind Tiffany in a daze, still unsure what to make of this situation. Tiffany, with one knee on the couch, bent at the waist with her head buried in Lacey’s crotch, is at the perfect height for Ricky to stand and do her doggy style. He tentatively runs a hand over her round butt, his eyes fastened on her pussy peeking out between her thighs. Her labia is already swollen and her upper body is flushed. She moans and moves her knees apart, anticipating what he will do to her. Finally touching her pussy, he runs his middle finger up and down the middle of her slit. He already knows that she is wet, and she does not disappoint. Ricky pushes his hand down between her legs and cradles her pussy in his big hand, applying pressure and pulling it back toward him. Ricky looks up at me again, as if to make sure I am OK with what he is doing with Tiffany. I am so close to cumming, that I don’t care about much, right now, but I give him a reassuring nod to go ahead.
Ricky’s hesitancy has nothing to do with Tiffany’s desirability. She is a looker, in the wholesome, girl next door kind of way. But Ricky is not privy to Tiffany’s request to Lacey, earlier in the day to have sex with him. Neither does he know about my awful mistake in forgetting about Tiffany coming to my house to hang out, and me leaving her high and dry. I can hardly deny her request after what I did to her, this afternoon.
Ricky leans over Tiffany and lightly kisses her on the back of her neck. Reaching his arms beneath her, his hands find her breasts and he gently fondles them. He is not aware of the explanation that Tiffany had given me earlier, how Brett liked to grab and squeeze her boobs. Of course that is not Ricky’s style. He starts out circling around them gently, then runs his hands up and down her stomach before returning to her breasts, placing his hands over her nipples. As he holds them for a moment, he can feel them stiffen and lengthen under his palms. He rolls his hands around in small circles, then returns his hands down, across her belly, all the way down to her pubic bone.
I really want all three of us to cum together, but Ricky seems hesitant to stick his dick into Tiffany, and I can see he needs some encouragement. I can tell that Tiffany is certainly ready for him to penetrate her. “Go ahead, Ricky, Stick it in and show her what you got!”
Ricky is still unsure, “You do want me to do her?
Tiffany adds, “Yes, yes. Please fuck me hard. I’m ready.” Ricky stands up straight with one hand on her buttock, looking at me. I make the ‘go ahead’ motion with my hand. He looks down and takes his dick in hand and traces it up and down her slit, gathering her lubrication and parting her inner labia. I sense the tension in Tiffany and hear her breath coming faster and harder.
Ricky does not do doggy style very often. He enjoys the sensation well enough, but somehow it seems a little demeaning to the woman, less intimate. He enjoys the feeling of a woman’s breasts, pressing Into his chest, enjoys looking into her eyes as he makes love, enjoys kissing. He loves the intimacy of being face to face. And it is for these reasons that I want Ricky to fuck Tiffany doggy style. I don’t want this to be too intimate. Since he cannot see Tiffany’s face, this will just be a recreational fuck. Still, Ricky wants to make this as pleasurable as possible for Tiffany.
Ricky slowly enters Tiffany, an inch at a time, allowing her to become accustomed to the fullness. She raises her face from Lacey and lets out a satisfied moan. Always being afraid of hurting her, he hesitates. Tiffany looks back appreciatively at Ricky, so he continues. When he is in about half way, he starts to thrust, in and out. He feels a strong compulsion to thrust hard and fast. But Ricky wants to savor her. Her tightness, her warmth, her velvety smoothness, and her feminine scent. So he begins slowly, only gradually picking up speed, going a little deeper with each thrust. It is becoming more difficult for Tiffany to be effective with oral play, because she is being slammed forward a little with each stroke. So instead, she inserts two fingers, palm up, to maximize contact with my g-spot. That is driving me crazy. She pauses occasionally and circles my clit with her thumb, then resumes stroking my g-spot. Tiffany’s boobs swing fore and aft in time with Ricky’s thrusts. I love watching them swing above me.
I feel myself getting very close to the big ‘O’. My peripheral vision narrows down to just a point. The pressure in my abdomen is growing and that familiar feeling of fullness is all pervasive. It makes me feel like I want to push or bear down. I want to come together with Ricky, but I am unable to speak. Suddenly, I feel myself gush all over Tiffany’s hand and I scream. At least that is what it feels like. The sound is more animalistic than human. Tiffany is at first startled, but soon realizes that I am cumming and strokes me faster. I sense three more surges and I can feel myself clenching on her hand. There follows a succession of diminishing waves after that which leave me exhausted. I put my hand on Tiffany’s to signal her to stop. She is so far into the throws of arousal, that she is acting on autopilot.
Ricky has his hands on either side of Tiffany’s hips. Now he is giving her pussy a real pounding. I am inspired by what I see and quickly turn around and lay on my back underneath her. Taking one of her nipples in my mouth, I begin to suckle. I take more and more of her into my mouth until I have her entire Areola engulfed. She gasps at that. Ricky is now moving with such speed that I know he is cumming. I cannot see his face, but in my head I can almost see him grimace. After he shoots his load, he reaches his hand underneath and begins working her clit, his dick still buried. Her breathing is coming faster and I know she is building towards her orgasm. I moved to her other boob and suckle there. She is grinding into Ricky’s hand, wanting more, but the motion expels his softening cock. I take over, inserting three fingers. She is incredibly wet plus Ricky’s seed is oozing out. As I finger-fuck her, it makes a wet, smacking sound and Ricky’s cum runs down my hand and my arm. I see trembling in her thighs, she groans, and I am afraid that she will collapse onto me. She is sweating and panting.
I go to the bathroom to get a towel and return to find Ricky collapsed on the floor. Tiffany lay on the couch with a huge grin on her face, her dimples showing, eyes closed. She looks incredibly satisfied. Between her legs is a mess and her breasts are still heaving from the effort. Using the towel I bend to clean her up the best that I can. I wipe the sweat from her face, first, then go after the mess between her legs. She pulls my face to hers and whispers in my ear, “I still have some of Ricky’s seed inside of me.” She giggles, then turns serious. “Thank you, Lacey. You are a very special friend to do this for me.” She reaches up and plants a kiss on my cheek.
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