Hot Girls Share #4
Don gave her a pillow to prop up so she could watch me trace kisses down the center of her body. I paused to plant a small bite on the underside of each breast, and to wet her nipples with my mouth before leaving them to the cold air.
She arched. Don leaned over and kissed her as I touched her and then he stretched out passively next to us to watch, only touching me.
“I want to watch your first time,” he said.
He’d learned that distraction is the greatest preventative of a female orgasm in the history of humanity. You have to get a girl out of her head, into her body, and keep her there, in the moment, the entire time.
And it seemed like he was going to let me do that. He was next to us, and he pet my skin as encouragement.
Thank fuck. That was generally the place threesomes went wrong. Too much shit to focus on.
This wasn’t just a girl, it was Kylie.
This was fucking Kylie.
I was so dialed-in, so focused that I forgot almost anything but her.
I paused at her mound. She had a racing stripe of dark curly pubic hair hiding her pussy. I looked up and made eye contact as I leaned in and inhaled her. The scent of her arousal. I could feel her heat. I exhaled and looked at her. Really looked at her.
To be seen in that intimacy was always a heady feeling for me. It seemed it was for Kylie too.
I looked at her vulva, thick with arousal, and the moisture on the tips of her dark pubes. I could see her slick opening. She opened her legs a little wider and her labia, like perfect flower petals, opened so I could peer at her pussy.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” I said, looking up at her again. Her cheeks and chest were flushed with desire, and I could feel her anticipation.
I touched her with my lips. Then my tongue.
Her sharp tang, that essence of female, was like meth, and I was out of my mind at the noises she made as my jaw locked up, and I continued to lick consistently, flat-tongued, for as long as it took.
Kylie moaned and then held her breath as her thighs trembled.
Fuck she was close.
I moaned into her pussy, still moving with soft, firm pressure. That did something to her.
Her back arched and she shoved into my face, meeting each stroke as her stomach quivered and her thighs shook.
Kylie let out a high-breathy, ‘Fuck’ and then held her breath, almost bearing down into the orgasm as it took her.
Her labia jumped against my chin, and I put three fingers in to feel her squeeze and release, squeeze and release, through the climax.
I stayed soft against her until she stopped and lay there, eyes closed.
“Holy fuck, Deena,” she said. “Holy fuck.”
I looked over at Don, his cock leaked pre-cum through his briefs.
“You next?” I asked.
Don jumped, like he wasn’t sure what to do.
I kissed him, hard, and rubbed his cock through his briefs. I stripped them off and nodded.
“You next,” I said into his mouth.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said and he took my place between her legs as I kissed Kylie, letting her taste her own juice on my mouth.
I lay next to them as Don brought her to another orgasm, faster and harder than mine. That’s the secret, though, once you have the first one the rest come like dominoes.
“Stop, fuck, stop,” Kylie cried as the second subsided. “It’s sensitive.”
Don rose over her, got a head nod from me, and kissed me. We shared the taste of her as he reached the bedside table and grabbed a condom.
I lay on my side and watched my husband fuck the living shit out of my best friend, while I circled my clit with my fingers. She came again, her ankles on his shoulders. His strong eye contact with her kept her in firm focus, she wasn’t an accessory.
This meant something. Something really good.
He pulled out and ripped the condom off.
“Do you know how to use a vibe,” he asked Kylie.
“Is a frog’s ass watertight?” she snapped back.
“Side drawer,” he said. “It’s Deena’s turn.”
She opened the drawer and turned to me and wiggled her eyebrows.
“You have more toys than the toy store,” she said. “Again, bitch, holding out on me?”
Kylie held up the rose.
“Not that one, get the wand,” Don said.
Don had me crawl over her so that she could tease my clit while he sank into my pussy from behind. I looked into the eyes of my best friend, my lover, while my husband fucked me. She angled the wand just right.
“Fuck, yes, Ky, there,” I moaned.
She arched her hips so that the head of the wand stimulated her clit too. Kylie came first, and I came twice.
She looked over my shoulder, and her face turned sultry and vixenish as our twitching, sensitive clits pressed against each other, and she moved the wand to Don’s balls.
“Oh god, fuck, uh,” he said as his climax took him. He pulled out of me and got a towel to wipe us off.
I lay on Kylie and Don came around to spoon.
“Holy fuck,” Kylie said. “You do this all the time?
“We do now,” I said, rubbing her nose with mine. “And actually, that was just round one.”
I pressed my clit against hers.
“Let’s get hydrated and come back for round two,” I said.
“Oh my god. I should have brought a change of underwear.” Kylie said.
I laughed and got out of the pile on the bed.
She dozed off, utterly fucked out, so swollen she couldn’t have taken a pinky finger if we had all the lube in existence, around 4 a.m.
Don was spooned around her back. I was cuddled up to her front. Don and I kept eye contact in the early morning pre-dawn light.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Is this what you want?” I asked him.
“I want you,” he said.
He pulled my hand over and kissed my wedding ring.
“For better or worse,” he said. “But as good as everything we’ve done is, this feels better.”
I moved over and kissed him, settling between the two people I loved most in the world. Kylie stirred and threw an arm and leg over me as I settled into Don’s arms.
“Yeah, it does feel better.”