Page 10 of Sharing Her

Roger giggled and returned to my front. He sat in front of me, and I took his dick. Matt then inserted his penis in my vagina.

“Oh! Holy shit!” I screamed.

Matt smacked my buttocks, and my shout reduced to a whimper of pain and excitement. He thrust inside me while I licked Roger’s cock. Occasionally, Matt smacked me as he jerked my body while Roger fondled with my hair and ears.

The tickling was too much, yet I couldn’t moan. It didn’t take long before Matt sent his seed flowing inside of me. I felt his faster jerks, followed by his grunts as his semen mixed with my cum. It was soothing, and I wanted to hold him for making me come at the exact time of the release of his seed.

But I couldn't, so I held on to Roger's head and tightened my lips around the bulbous head of his cock.

“You fucking bitch! You are doing that thing to me again,” Roger said as he sent his seed to my throat in one short spout. It didn’t stay on my tongue long enough to have a proper taste of it, but I felt its slight bitterness in my throat.

Meanwhile, Matt had pulled out of me after his ejaculation. He was catching his breath in a corner, and his once-hard dick had slumped to the side of his thigh, sipping some seed. Roger, too, had receded to a corner, trying to get himself back up.

Then stood Kyle, who had had enough time to recover since the time we got in and fucked. He planted his lips on the tip of my vagina towards my anus. I screamed in excitement as I stretched my right hand and tried to hold his head so that he would not stop licking me.

But Kyle wanted something more. He held one of my legs and pulled me closer to him before inserting his penis inside my vagina. I grunted in pleasure. He moved the penis inside my pussy slowly and steadily, with my clitoris rubbing on it, giving me satisfaction different from anything he had given me before. Kyle pounded my pussy harder by the second, and I rubbed my hands on my navel.

I screamed when I squirted, and my creamy fluid covered his penis. Kyle pulled out his penis and raised my left leg at about the same time. He then put his penis inside my pussy sideways and thrust harder.

Then, he pulled out of me as he had ejaculated. He rested a while before saying, "I am digging your back hole now."

“My what?”

“Yeah,” he responded, still grunting.

I knew what he meant, but I wasn't expecting it to get to that here. My thoughts about sex at home vanished. There would be nothing more to do when we got home. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad about my unmet expectations.

Kyle turned me around and placed two small pillows on the sofa to support my groin. It was going to be a different kind of doggy style. He held each of my rumps apart and penetrated my other hole. He entered my anus, and I screamed and grunted. Kyle hit my anus hard, with his lower abdomen slamming against my buttocks. He continued until we ejaculated at about the same time.

When he was done, he pulled out of me and slumped on the sofa.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me as I coiled on the other end of the sofa.

“Nothing to complain about. You tore me up,” I responded.

“Why would that happen when we had done this many times before?” Kyle asked amidst his grunts.

“I don’t know. It could be that I wasn’t expecting you to do that here tonight,” I said.

“Why not? We can have sex anytime and anywhere,” he responded.

I could sense the harshness in his voice, so I didn't say anything to change the atmosphere. Surprisingly, Kyle pulled me closer, and we kissed again until we got stuck in each other’s arms.

“Are we done, just like that?” Matt asked.

“We can’t be done. I am hard again and would like to go one more time with our sweet woman here,” Roger added.

Kyle looked at me as if to tell me to get ready to have sex with his friends again. I shook my head.

“What is it?” Kyle asked.

“I would like to go home. I am satisfied for the night,” I said.

“But my friends are not. They want to have another go at you. You can, can’t you?”

I wanted to shake my head as I felt tongue-tied. But I was also unsure of how Kyle would take it if I objected to his demand. Before I could make up my mind, Kyle changed the dynamics of my thought.

“I need a blindfold. Do you have any in the club?” Kyle asked Roger.

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