Page 8 of Sharing Her

“Aah! Andrea, you taste good each time I have you," Kyle said.

“I bet you bring out the sweetness in me always,” I responded.

It was like having our honeymoon all over again, except that this was in a confined place away from home. But the feeling was the same, and my heart pumped faster in my chest. I was unsure if Kyle heard what I said because his eyes were already roving from my breasts with their pointed nipples to my groin. If he had looked hard enough, he would have seen my wetness nestled on the crotch of my black see-through gown.

But Kyle had no time to waste as he wrapped his arms around me and unbuttoned my gown at the back. Kyle welcomed my breasts’ little freedom with his mouth. He had one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand.

“Argh-O-Yeah!” I moaned.

He licked and sucked my nipples one after the other, and I could feel the sensation in my brain. The more he did, the thicker my wetness became. I wanted Kyle’s penis in my vagina.

But he wasn’t ready for penetrative sex yet. Kyle wanted to explore my body. He gently bit my left nipple, and I winced. I also held his head to my torso. I wouldn’t understand how pain was enjoyable. But I loved Kyle’s teeth grinding against my pink nipples.

Then he threw me on the sofa and stared at my vulva clouded with my wetness. When Kyle placed his tongue on my knot of pleasure, it sent jitters through my body, and I became so horny that my moaning became low-pitched. I wouldn’t know how he did it, but even before his penis was out or inside my vagina, I had cum.

I dripped like fresh nectar, pouring out myself. I wanted to beg him for a piece of his penis when he removed his lips from my slit and tried to hold my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I screamed at Kyle.

My grunt was encouragement for him to continue, and he didn't disappoint me. He continued to try to hold my slippery, wet horn, and he couldn't. Every failed attempt sent shock waves around my body, and I jerked my body. I raised my body, and he met it with his mouth on my vulva.

He watched my reaction to every inability to hold my horn with his two fingers. I noticed the joy on his face, and I knew he was deliberately missing the grip. He liked to see me like this – horny and restless and begging to be fucked – and I loved the sheer ecstasy of his actions, too.

“Fuck me,” I begged him.

Rather than insert his penis, which he had kept away in his pants, though with its protrusion, Kyle inserted his middle finger inside my well. I was gasping for breath, not because I wanted to die, but because the excitement mounted to my head. I sought to touch his dick, but he kept it at bay while his fingers dipped deep inside my vulva.

I creamed, and when he removed his fingers, they were covered with my cream. I felt good, but I wanted more. I liked his shaft to pound and twist inside my well, touching the walls of my slit.

Kyle watched me with my legs up in the air and my back on the fluffy purple sofa. I wanted his penis inside my creamy vulva, quick, fast, and hard, and I held my legs up for him as it pleased him.

Kyle held my hands, and our lips stuck together again in a heated kiss. His lips were thick, and I loved how they felt in my mouth. Our tongues were locked, and it was as if one would suck out the soul of the other through the mouth. Kyle supported his body with the arm of the sofa.

He turned me around and lifted me onto the hood, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My vagina creamed, and I wanted every inch of him. Kyle rested his back on the wall and opened my legs wide apart in front of him. He kissed my thigh before moving to my crotch, and I held his head there as I did not want him to stop. He knew I was fogging wet, and he had a massive erection. Kyle ran his fingers on my crotch and could feel my wetness dripping again.

Kyle used his left index finger and forefinger to hold my folds apart, and he licked my pearl. I moaned louder, and he stretched to put his right forefinger over my mouth. I sucked his finger, and my moans became subdued.

When he stopped licking my clitoral hood, he caressed my lips and kissed them. Then, he inserted his left middle finger deep into my well. Immediately, I started to swing my buttocks as if we were already having sex. Kyle removed his finger and focused on my clitoris, sucking and licking it simultaneously. I screamed, and I squirted his lips and my crotch with cream.

He undressed and dangled his penis before me before coming closer to insert it inside my vagina. I looked at him and how his cock would come into contact with my skin. I was expecting a deep dive, but Kyle decided otherwise and used the tip of his penis to caress my clitoral hood.

I went wild with ecstasy. I grimaced at the sheer burst of sweet emotions. My gooseflesh rose, and I was expectant of him thrusting out of my vagina.

Eventually, Kyle penetrated me with the entire length of his penis. He filled me up, and slowly, he began to push in and out of me. He jerked me slowly and later, relatively fast, grunting as he did. Then, he ejaculated. I also let my juices flow a second time.

Kyle got up, but we weren’t done yet. He got back to my vagina to lick and suck it again. In our nudity, I heard the door yanked open, and I looked in the direction of the door, wondering who it was that had barged in on us during the sweetest moment of sex.

It was Roger.

Chapter Five

To say I was shocked at seeing Roger at the door was to lie about not having an idea about what Kyle had discussed with him earlier. Although I didn't hear them, I felt that Kyle had arranged group sex with his friend. It was the sort of orgy that thrilled him and one that I had been through with him in the past week.

“Hey, Roger!" Kyle welcomed him into the room.

"What's he doing here?" I asked, as I felt he should have discussed his intentions with me before bringing his friend to the room.

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