In my second year at Uni I was going out with a very cute Irish guy, Shaun. Incredibly good looking, incredibly good fun, he was a laugh from dawn till dusk...and pretty good fun from dusk till dawn. He lived with about 30 others in a three large Victorian houses which had been knocked into one by a forward-thinking developer. The property now consisted of a number of single and double apartments with en-suite facilities. The house also had a number of communal kitchens and living areas.
The first time he took me back to the house I enjoyed what was a great atmosphere in the house. Everyone knew each other and it became obvious that life was one big party. It was certainly informal. I remember my first visit – to pick Shaun up before we went off for our first weekend away. I knocked on the door and was met by a short, blonde girl who wore nothing except a gold chain around her neck. She seemed entirely unflustered as she escorted me through a labyrinth of rooms to find Shauns. He was clearly less ready than I was as he had just showered and was applying talc liberally to his body.
I helped with the talc, especially in the areas I though he might need it most but I resisted the (rather large) temptation to get into bed and have my wicked way with him. I asked him about the blonde and he seemed surprised at my curiosity. He told me that many of the people in the house went about naked. He said if I were there on a Saturday or Sunday, they tended to have some wild parties.
"How wild?" I asked, perhaps a little too eager to hear more.
He looked at me and smiled. "Well, the guys here don't always go to bed first before having sex!"
"What, like an orgy?" I uttered, quite amazed at the thought of it.
"Yes, I suppose so. We don't get too hung up about it. We are watching the guys tomorrow."
I didn't understand. "Watching what guys?" I asked.
He explained that two gay guys lived in one of the apartments and would be giving a "show" on Sunday night. I was amazed.
"Live sex?"
He laughed at me and hugged me. I was told I would have to wait till Sunday.
Sunday came all too quickly. We were meeting his sister who was over from Dublin for work and had a great hotel suite. She invited her brother to stay – I was to be the surprise. We all hit it off quite well, and Shaun and I enjoyed a little luxury as we shagged ourselves silly in a king sized bed. His sister was pretty easy going and didn't seem to mind giving up her bed for a large sofa, nor for having to listen to little brother fuck my ass off all night. I got the impression that she was getting quite horny and I thought I heard her masturbate once or twice. On Sunday morning she was first in the shower, and we took the opportunity for some delicious oral sex. We were in the middle of a lovely 69 with me on top of him, sucking on his lovely cock, when I felt her sit on the bed and exclaim, in her lovely lilting Irish accent,
"Well look at the two of yer. You'd think you'd done enough of that last night!"
We stopped abruptly, but she encouraged us on with
"Go on. Finish my little brother off, why don't you."
Instead of going back to the bathroom, she stayed where she was and watched us. She opened her robe and began fingering herself, and I could see her lovely pussy out of the corner of my eye. Her obvious excitement made me excited too and I was soon enjoying a very strong orgasm with Shaun's tongue lapping at my engorged clit.