Tina, my girlfriend, and I spent our junior year of college studying abroad in Paris. It was a wonderful year where we stayed in a small apartment near the Eiffel Tower, studied French art and literature at university, and received credit for all of it. In all of my life, it was the closest that I have been to heaven.
After we had been in Paris for several months, I got a telephone call from an old friend named Cynthia. Cynthia and I had messed around a little in high-school, but it was never anything serious. She told me that she was coming over to Europe for several weeks and was looking for a place to crash in Paris. I immediately invited her to stay with us; we could show her the sights and give her a couch to sleep on. She happily accepted and said that she'd repay our hospitality by bringing the wine when she arrived.
It was the middle of the afternoon about a week and a half later when Cynthia arrived at our doorstop. Tina and I were actually in the middle of an in-between-class quickie when we heard the apartment bell ring.
Tina got up, grabbed a robe, and went to answer the door while I hurriedly got dressed. I came out of the bedroom to find Tina and Cynthia chatting animatedly in the parlor. Tina was sitting in a chair and Cynthia was on the sofa with a bottle of wine between her legs. I said hello and sat down next to Cynthia while Tina went and got dressed. Cynthia apologized for interrupting us; it was pretty obvious what we were up to.
Pretty soon, Tina was fully clothed and we decided to go to a restaurant down the street for dinner. We ate, strolled along the Seine looking at the artists and the postcards, and stopped at a small caf� for drinks.
It grew dark as we drank our Pernod. The three of us were getting pretty tight when Cynthia said that she was getting tired. Tina said that she was getting worn out as well, so we walked back to the apartment, stopping first at a bakery for bread in the morning.
When we got back to our place, Cynthia insisted that we open her bottle of wine. We did, and we sat around the parlor, talking, sipping wine and eating the bread I had just bought. Because the only distance we had to cover to get to bed was a small hallway, both Tina and I hit the bottle hard. It was a deep red Bordeaux with a very earthy mouth feel. It wasn't long before we were roaring drunk and talking up a storm.
Tina knew that Cynthia and I had fooled around in high school, so she started kidding us about it. Then the two of them started ganging up on me, discussing the way I kissed, the way I ate them out, the size of my dick and how I was in bed. I laughed along with them until Cynthia reached over and put her hand on my crotch. She looked at both Tina and me and said that she missed having my cock around.
The next thing I knew, the three of us were in our bed; we lay on the sheets fondling and kissing each other's bodies. Tina had never expressed any interest in other women to me and neither had Cynthia. Perhaps it was just the city and the drinks, or maybe it was just the weight of the air, but we undressed each other on the bed and our hands and tongues were everywhere.
Tina pushed Cynthia back and started kissing and pinching the tiny nipples of Cynthia's full breasts. Every bite from Tina's mouth elicited an excited moan from Cynthia, who reached up to massage Tina's head. I sat to the side of them running my hand up and down their bodies. With my other hand, I massaged my hard cock which was standing straight and tall. I was so hard that I knew only the smallest amount of stimulation would cause me to come.
In the meantime, Tina had moved down between Cynthia's thighs and was busily eating her out. Cynthia was moaning as Tina's tongue slid in and out of her cunt. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen: my beautiful girlfriend lying between another woman's legs and kissing and licking her with wild abandon. I gently pushed Tina's body, guiding her into a sixty-nine with Cynthia. As soon as Tina's pussy was above Cynthia's head, Cynthia's arms snaked up around Tina's thighs and pulled Tina's cunt down onto her face. Cynthia's tongue quickly found Tina's clit.
At that point, I couldn't hold back anymore. I positioned myself behind Tina and quickly slid my hard cock into her tight wet pussy. I started pumping in and out of her tight slit and I could feel Cynthia's tongue against my shaft. With the drinks, the women on the bed, the smell of sex in the air, it only took five or ten pumps into Tina's pussy before I came. I pulled out and sat back and just watched.
Cynthia didn't let go of Tina's bottom and began drinking my cum out of Tina's cunt. Tina began moaning loudly and buried her head into Cynthia's pussy to muffle the sounds of her orgasm. I watched as her cunt muscles contracted with each pulse of her orgasm, and then open again; my white semen flowed out and into Cynthia's waiting mouth.
After her climax, Tina collapsed onto the bed beside Cynthia. She began to lightly toy with Cynthia's slit, running her hand from top to bottom. Before long, we all fell asleep.
I awoke to find Cynthia on top of Tina. They had merely rolled over and each was eating the other. My cock was hard, so I moved around so that I was behind Cynthia. Tina from underneath Cynthia's pussy and saw me kneeling there. She reached up from between Cynthia's legs and guided my hard dick into Cynthia's slippery cunt. I began to thrust in and out slowly, enjoying the pull of her pussy muscles against my shaft. I started pushing more insistently when our rhythm went out of whack. I slid out of her cunt and dangled in front of Tina's face. Not missing a beat, Tina sucked by rod down her throat. She eagerly sucked at me, then inserted me again into Cynthia.
Cynthia was coming all over my dick and Tina's face; we were coated with her juices. I continued pounding into her as Tina licked at the junction of my and Cynthia's flesh. It was so wet that, combined with the alcohol, I couldn't feel a thing. Then I felt Tina move below me and her hot mouth sucked in one of my balls and I exploded into Cynthia's cunt.
At that point, we all collapsed on the bed and didn't wake up until morning. When we finally got up, we were all uncomfortable at first, but the feelings of ill-at-ease quickly passed. Cynthia stayed the next week with us and never once slept on the sofa.