Andrea stepped down off the bus, feeling self-conscious. She shifted her daybag to the other hand, and hurried away from the stop, positive that everyone on the bus knew exactly
what she was doing.
The feeling was silly, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying through the entire ride across town. In a block or two, she would be safely inside, and she could forget all about it.
Andrea turned her thoughts to the weekend. She didn't have much in the bag – just one change of clothes, and a few other, more important things. If things worked out as planned, she wouldn't be dressed very often anyway. That's where the lube, her vibrator, and everything else in the bag would come into play.
Between work and class, she and Steven had barely seen each other for the last month. Andrea had to work long hours to pay for her apartment, now that her roommate had moved out. She really needed another roommate, or to convince Steven that they should move in together.
Regardless, Andrea's fingers and her vibe weren't cutting it any more. She needed him badly, and now that their schedules had finally worked out, they had a whole weekend together – a long weekend.
Andrea had managed to convince one of her friends at work to take her shift, giving her Friday off as well. That provided the opportunity to surprise Steven today, adding one more day of fucking until neither of them could think straight.
Andrea was already wet thinking about it, and her panties would have been soaked, if she was wearing any.
Her heart nearly stopped when she walked around the corner and saw Kyle getting out of his car. No. You were supposed to be gone already,
she thought with frustration. Her boyfriend's roommate should have left yesterday for a job.
Kyle noticed her and nodded as she approached. "Hey, Andrea."
Andrea tried to keep the irritation out of her voice when she said, "I thought you had a job this weekend."
"Permit hang-up, so we can't start until Monday." He held up a hand and said, "Don't worry. Steven said that you were coming over, so I'm crashing at a friend's place for the weekend. Thought you had to work today, and were coming over tomorrow."
Relieved, Andrea said, "I got today off, so I was coming to surprise him."
"I just need to grab a movie, and I'll get out of your hair."
Andrea's cheeks warmed a little when she caught Kyle's eyes darting away from her nipples pressing against her blouse. She followed him to the door of the apartment, hoping that he would keep his word and leave quickly. She was absolutely in heat from lack of sex.
Kyle grabbed the doorknob, and made a surprised face when he found it locked. He shrugged, retrieved his key, and unlocked the door.
Both he and Andrea froze in place as the door opened to reveal clothing scattered everywhere around the front room. In the center of it all, a redheaded woman on her knees was sucking Steven's cock.
Kyle quickly shut the door, but the damage was already done. Andrea spun and walked away, her eyes filling with tears. She barely registered Kyle muttering, "Fuck – dude," as he turned to follow her.
"Hey, hang on," Kyle called out as he hurried to catch up. "Sorry," he said as he reached her. "Do you need a ride home?"
The next bus wouldn't come around for some time, and the last thing Andrea wanted to do was sit at the bus stop – probably bawling the whole time – until it did. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"C'mon," he said, and gestured toward his car.
Andrea sat silent in the passenger seat of his car, too hurt and stunned to even come to grips with the truth yet. She hugged her bag against her and fought back tears.
Kyle glanced over every so often as he drove, and finally said, "I promise you – I had no idea. I can't believe he..." After a sigh, he added, "Steven's an idiot. You were the best thing that ever happened to him."
"Thank you," Andrea responded in a soft voice. She actually felt a tiny fraction better when she heard the sincerity in his words. He sounded almost as if he was as upset with Steven as her.
The rest of the ride was silent. Kyle had said what he needed to say, and the chaos of emotions surging through Andrea kept her from speaking. She managed a thanks for the ride when he pulled up in front of her apartment, and then went directly to the bedroom.
Once safely home, the bottled up emotions within Andrea boiled over into a torrent of anger and tearful sobbing.
Andrea's depression had burned away in the heat of her anger by the next morning – an emotion made all the stronger because she'd awakened from a sex dream, reminding her of what had happened, and her own needs.
She got on the bus with her bag again, but it was empty this time. She needed something to carry home the things that she'd left at the cheating prick's
When she turned the last corner, she didn't see Steven's car at the apartment. He also hadn't answered when she called his cell. Fucking coward,
she thought as she dug out her keys from her purse. She decided to find all of her things, throw her copy of his apartment key on his bed, and never speak to him again. He wasn't even worth screaming at.
Andrea unlocked the door, her stomach going sour when doing it reminded her of not only of what she'd seen yesterday, but how much time and love she'd devoted to Steven.
When the door opened, she was surprised to see Kyle, because she hadn't noticed his car when she walked up. The look on his face said that he was just as surprised to see her.
Kyle was bare-chested – completely bare-chested. Andrea was a little surprised to discover that he shaved his chest, and even more surprised by the tingle it caused between her legs. She'd never really paid much attention to him, because she was dating Steven, but now, it was hard not to notice his muscled chest, and his rugged, handsome face.
Andrea realized that she was staring when his eyebrows twitched upward.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were home," Andrea said with a wince as she put her keys away. "I just came to get my stuff."
"Go ahead. Let me know if you need any help finding something. I might know where he stashed it."
Andrea could hear irritation in Kyle's voice, but she could also tell by where it sounded the strongest that he was mad at Steven, not at her. "Thanks," she said with a smile.
"No problem," Kyle responded, and then turned back to the television.
Andrea's eyes wandered to him one more time as she walked toward the bathroom. Despite the hurt of Steven's betrayal, she still had a well of need inside her from the long dry spell, and the sight of Kyle with his shirt off was tapping into that.
A little shiver shook her as she crossed the threshold into the bathroom to retrieve her things there. Once again, she glanced at Kyle when she left the bathroom for Steven's bedroom. This time, he looked her way as well, and their eyes locked for a moment. Andrea's cheeks warmed, and she averted her eyes – but not before smiling at him again.
Andrea gathered up what few things of hers were in the bedroom, and then went on a hunt. It didn't take her long to find the pair of panties that Steven had kept after the first time that they had sex. She stuffed the panties into her bag, relieving him of his trophy.
The more she thought about it, the madder Andrea got. She doubted that she was going to be able to avoid confronting Steven, regardless of her thoughts when she arrived to find him gone. She zipped up her bag, and walked back into the front room with a thousand biting comments flitting through her head.
Kyle looked over from the television and asked, "Find everything?"
Andrea nodded, and then relaxed her jaw, because her teeth were clenched in anger.
"Just... You know..."
"Yeah," Kyle said with a sympathetic shrug. "Pissed off, hurt, frustrated..."
"Very frustrated," Andrea said before she could think about it. Looking at him made that particular emotion quite acute. Despite everything that had happened the day before, she'd still awakened wet and aroused from a hot dream. Now that she considered it, the mystery man who had fucked her so well as she slept reminded her of Kyle.
"You want to wait around until the next bus? I could give you a ride."
Andrea's first thought when he said that was, I'd love to ride you right now.
She was a little shocked by just how much her sexual needs were taking control of her. Her body was positively screaming at her that there was a half-naked, attractive man sitting right in front of her who would probably be more than willing to help her out.
Andrea walked in behind the couch and said, "You're too sweet."
"It's no problem. Besides, we're sort of in the same boat."
"What do you mean?"
"I went out with that girl he was with a couple of times recently."
Andrea laid her hand on his shoulder. "Oh my god – I'm sorry."
"It's no big deal. Wasn't like it was anything serious, but it still pisses me off."
Andrea unconsciously stroked her fingers over his shoulder. She only realized what she was doing when his shoulder quivered, and she felt a chilly pinch from her nipples stiffening. He was wearing Curve cologne – her favorite. Andrea's fingers slipped over toward his neck, her eyes dropping to his bare, muscular chest.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and drew in a deep breath. "Do you use some kind of lavender lotion?"
She smiled, and nodded. "You're wearing Curve, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he replied, his eyes looking deep into hers.
Andrea surrendered to her need, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "It drives me crazy," she said as she moved in behind him and let her hands slide down his chest.
Andrea leaned over him as, delighting in the feeling of his hot skin beneath her fingers. She'd asked Steven to shave for her several times after he persuaded her to go completely bare, but he had always made excuses. She could see the bulge in Kyle's jeans, and wondered how she'd possibly ignored it before.
Kyle smiled up at her, his muscles tightening. "How crazy?"
Andrea's voice dropped into a sultry whisper when she answered, "This crazy," and leaned down to kiss him.
For some reason, the light stubble on his chin excited her just as much as his bare chest. Her right hand stroked over his chin, while her left continued to explore his body. The kiss quickly grew impassioned, her tongue twining with his.
Kyle's fingers wrapped around Andrea's wrist, pulling her down to him. At the same time, he curled an arm around her to run his fingers through her hair, twining the digits into her blonde tresses.
Andrea was a little taken aback, at first. Since her first experimentations, she'd always been sexually aggressive. It was rare when she didn't drive any sexual encounter, and Kyle switching up the roles on her caused her heart to skip a beat. His arms held her as surely as iron bars, though she had no desire whatsoever to escape.
He pulled away from the kiss with a deep groan, and let the hand on the back of her head drop down to the back of the couch. He maintained his grip on her wrist, and used it to swing her around the couch.
Andrea gasped, sensing his need for her in the strength of his grip, and the hunger in his eyes. As she walked around to the front of the couch, he let go, but only long enough to grab her other wrist and pull her to him once she was within reach.
Andrea sat down hard, a little off-balance from both his unexpected tug and the sheer animal attraction of him. For the first time in her life, Andrea felt like the prey, not the hunter.
She quickly discovered that she liked it.
Kyle kissed her hard, lifting the tail of her candy-striped tank up to expose her belly to his hand. He pulled her back against him as they kissed, his fingers tracing along her tummy and the top of her skirt, giving her chills. His other hand slipped around to join the first, and suddenly tugged her top up over her breasts.
"Oh yeah," he quietly growled, and cupped the firm globes in his hands.
Andrea gasped as he squeezed her breasts, and rubbed the stiff, pink tips. He leaned in to suck the near one, and Andrea shuddered from the touch – far too long denied.
Kyle released her nipple with a hard slurp, and then turned her face to him as he lifted his head. While his lips pressed hard against hers, he tugged her skirt up to reveal her blue trimmed panties. Andrea whimpered as he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
Andrea moaned into the kiss, and then sucked in a stuttering breath as his fingers pressed against the damp spot on her panties. That touch didn't last long, as he almost immediately jerked the cotton aside to expose her wet pussy to his fingers.
Kyle looked down as he parted her nether lips, and then dipped his middle finger deep into her saturated canal. "Damn, you're wet," he said as he wriggled his finger inside her.
"Oh, that feels good," Andrea sighed. "Don't stop."
Kyle offered her a crooked grin, and then really went to work. Andrea's breathing soon turned to pants as his fingers danced over her folds. The digits seemed to know how to touch her, just as well as her own. He found her every sensitive spot with just the right pressure, quickly building a hot tingle behind her mound.
Andrea reached over to feel his cock through his jeans, and licked her lips as she got a sense of him through the denim. From the very first touch, she knew he was big, and that only heightened the excitement of his talented fingers making her quiver.
As his fingers moved faster and Andrea's passions mounted, she fumbled with his belt, trying to unhook the buckle. Her awkward attempts were made even more difficult when he started paying more attention to her clit, causing her to writhe in his grasp. She'd never had a man finger her pussy for this long before – let alone so well.
Andrea managed to pop open his belt buckle just as Kyle centered two fingers over her hood and rubbed them back and forth, rolling her swollen clit beneath. Jolts of pleasure shot up her spine, causing Andrea's fingers to dig into the couch cushions and curl around his leather belt – squeezing it tight in her grip.
Right as the first little itch of climax crept up on her, Kyle's fingers slipped down to wriggle between her folds. Andrea whimpered in protest and grabbed his wrist, trying to force his fingers back to her clit.
Kyle easily resisted her attempt to regain control, and pinched her nipple in response. "Oh, that's a beautiful pussy," he whispered in her ear, and then planted several kisses on her neck.
"Please make me come," Andrea whimpered. "It feels so good, but I need to come so bad."
"You want me to make your pussy come?"
"Make my pussy come. Rub my clitty – please."
Kyle growled as his fingers glided back to her hood. A sharp sigh escaped Andrea when his finger slipped beneath the protective sheath to rub her juices directly into her swollen bud.
The itch behind Andrea's mound returned almost instantly when Kyle started rubbing her clit with fast side-to-side strokes again. She was so wet that she could hear the squishy sounds of her folds sliding over each other, and feel drops of her juices spattering against her thighs. Warbling, pained-sounding cries bubbled from her lips as she ascended toward a peak.
"Do it. Come for me," Kyle demanded in a low, quiet voice, his lips right next to her ear.
Andrea cried out as she reached the cusp of oblivion. "Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..." Her throat tightened, choking off her words into a sharp, coughing sound, and then she came.
A series of long, loud whimpers followed Andrea's scream of release, and her hair whipped as her head lashed back and forth from the ecstasy shooting through her. Her fingers curled so tightly that she bunched up the stiff couch cushions between them. She growled when Kyle thrust two fingers deep inside her and kept rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Andrea's hips bucked, trying to get more of his fingers inside her, and pressing her clit harder against his thumb. Her face flushed red hot, matching the feeling of hot tightness between her legs. She kept coming, releasing the pent up need that had built inside her for the last month.
The orgasmic thrashings of Andrea's body slowed as her climax played out. She continued to twitch for a short while afterward – her pussy walls clamping down tight on Kyle's buried fingers. She moaned in protest when the digits slipped from her with an audible slurping sound.
Andrea looked over at him as he sucked his fingers clean. "My god," she groaned. "That was... Oh – that was fucking incredible."
"Thought you liked it," Kyle responded with a little chuckle, and then kissed her still-hot forehead.
"Nobody has ever made me come with his fingers before," Andrea told him, her voice soft and languid from the warm glow of satisfaction filling her from head to toe.
Kyle adjusted his swollen erection, causing a final, sharp jolt of bliss to ripple through Andrea's pussy. She reached for the button of his jeans, anxious for more.
Kyle popped open the button and pulled down the zipper, revealing the outline of his cock beneath the burgundy-striped boxers. He lifted his ass just enough to pull down his pants, letting his cock spring free.
"Oh my," Andrea breathed when she saw him. He was an inch or so longer than Steven, and thicker as well. What really drew her attention was that his shaving hadn't stopped at his chest. Only a thin trail of hair on his stomach pointed down to his smooth-shaven cock.
Andrea immediately cupped his balls in her hand, loving the feeling of the smooth orbs. This was something else she'd unsuccessfully tried to talk Steven into. She loved the way a man quivered when she licked and sucked his balls, but hated the kinky hairs tickling her and getting caught in her teeth.
Andrea sat up with the intention of leaning over his lap to take him in her mouth, but Kyle levered up from the couch to stand at the same time. He pulled his jeans down to almost his knees, and then grabbed her wrist.
"Oh!" Andrea exclaimed as he pulled her from the couch, guiding her to her knees. She dropped her panties before she knelt down, as the cotton was uncomfortably digging into her from being pulled aside. She tilted her head and leaned in to caress his dangling orbs with a broad swipe of her tongue.
"Oh yeah," Kyle groaned from her ministrations. He put one hand on her shoulder, and twined the fingers of the other into her blonde locks.
Andrea lapped his tightening sack, and his cock bumped against her forehead as it twitched. She traced the creases with flickering touches of her tongue tip, and then looked up at him to say, "I love it all smooth."
Kyle moaned as she maintained eye contact, while running her tongue up his shaft. She ended the teasing lick with a flicker of her tongue over the swollen head.
Andrea returned to his balls, and sucked the right one between her lips. She simply caressed it at first, but then sucked a little harder. Kyle's fingers tightened in her hair, and she let him slip free, but only to take his other orb in her mouth.
Kyle groaned and breathed heavily as she continued her loving labor on his balls. Without warning, he slipped his hands under her arms.
Andrea licked his throbbing shaft as she stood, and then followed the strong guidance of his hands back to the couch. She started to sit, but he grabbed her hip to stop her, and then pushed on her leg. Kyle silently guided her to her knees, his cock twitching in anticipation in front of her, and then tugged on the back of her head until she was on her hands and knees.
Kyle took his cock in hand and moved in front of her, pressing it against her lips. Andrea eagerly opened wide to admit him, and moaned around his cock as it slipped into her mouth.
Kyle growled as he gathered her hair into a handle. He then leaned over her, lay his hand on her upraised ass, and fucked her mouth.
Andrea groaned as his thick cock stretched her lips, pumping in and out of her mouth. He kept his strokes short and slow, watching her lips slide over him, coating his cock in her saliva.
Andrea felt tense excitement – tinged with just a bit of apprehension – as his cock slid into her mouth. He was taking her, something she'd never experienced before. The dull pain of his hand tugging at the roots of her hair only seemed to fan the flames of her desire higher.
"Ah," Kyle sighed, and then squeezed her tight ass before standing up straight again. He pulled out of her mouth long enough to step out of his pants, and then pushed against her lips again. His cock pumped faster, and Andrea coughed around him as he hit the back of her tongue, gagging her.
Andrea curled her fingers around the base of his shaft in an attempt to keep him out of her throat. Kyle's other hand fisted into her hair, holding her still as he fucked her face. His hips moved ever faster, matching the pace of his breathing. Grunts and groans began to escape him, and Andrea knew that he was getting close.
If he noticed the occasional scrape of her teeth over his hard flesh, he didn't show any sign of it. Andrea could taste the pre-cum dribbling from him, filling her mouth with flavor.
Kyle's hips fell out of rhythm, the pumps of his cock into her mouth growing erratic. He growled, and then stiffened with a loud, deep cry, pulling Andrea's hair even harder. Andrea's eyes popped open when his cock erupted with hard spurts of cum.
Andrea moaned as he filled her mouth. She sucked him with short strokes of her lips, milking him of his viscous cream. Andrea swallowed without releasing him, feeling his cum slip down her throat to settle warmly in her belly.
Kyle tugged her mouth off his cock with a grunt, and Andrea licked her lips as she watched a final ooze bubble up from him, to dribble down the swollen purple head of his cock. He leaned against the couch to support his trembling legs a moment later.
Andrea sat back on her knees, watching him twitch and pant for breath. One hand slipped between her legs to tease her need as he settled down from erupting in her mouth.
Kyle smiled and watched her playing with her pussy, prompting her to break out into a coquettish grin. Andrea reclined on the couch, resting her head on arm, and spread her legs wide. She then parted her nether lips, giving him a good look at the wet, pink center.
As Andrea sucked her fingers to wet them, Kyle sat down on the couch to watch her masturbate for him.
"You came a lot," Andrea said as her fingers probed into her tight canal.
"You want me to eat that pussy?"
"Oh, god – yes." Andrea replied as she grabbed her knee to pull it up next to her face. She held it in place by curling her hand around her foot as Kyle leaned over her.
Kyle took a deep breath of her arousal, drinking in the sight of her, and then dived into her pussy.
Andrea's eyes closed tight as he spread her pussy lips and stabbed his tongue inside her. He absolutely devoured her, his tongue licking, probing, and flicking over her in a rapid caress. He suckled her folds, drawing them between his lips to tease them with his tongue.
Andrea's hands move to the back of his head, but he didn't let her take control. He teased and tantalized her, only giving her clit just enough attention to keep her slowly building toward an explosion. No matter how hard she pulled his face toward her, or lifted her hips toward his mouth, he stayed in control.
After what felt like hours, Andrea was on the edge. Her body thrummed with energy from the hot pressure of an impending orgasm. The tingling buzz in her clit had her panting – nearly hyperventilating. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, Kyle pulled back with his lips closed around her hood, and let her needy flesh pop free of his lips.
"Oh no – don't stop," Andrea begged, her pussy afire.
Kyle breathed deeply of her scent and held her legs wide apart. When she tried to push past the final barrier between her and orgasm with her fingers, he stopped her from reaching her pussy by grabbing her wrist.
Andrea whimpered and pouted, but Kyle allowed only the warm kiss of his breath to stimulate her. Her fires cooled – at least enough to keep her from feeling as though she would burst if she didn't come now
Then, his tongue assaulted her again.
Over and over again, he brought her to the brink of oblivion, only to deny her the release that she so desperately needed. Andrea's throat grew dry and hoarse from crying out, and her wetness ran in streams down her buttocks from her quivering pussy. Her vision dimmed as she ascended toward a peak again, expecting to be denied once more.
At long last, he let her come.
Andrea let out a long, ear-piercing shriek, one leg snapping down the floor to support her body as her back arched up from the couch. Her scream trailed off as she ran out of air, but she barely noticed the lack of oxygen for the ecstasy coursing through her. His rapidly moving tongue held her suspended – breathless and with her muscles as tight as a bowstring.
A noisy gasp drew air back into her starved lungs, and her ass fell to the couch once more. Her orgasm was far from done with her, however – and Kyle wasn't finished either. His tongue continued to dance over her, drawing sharp yelps from her as fast as she could suck in enough breath to voice them.
Her body shook as if from an inner quake, completely beyond her control. The entire world around her shrank to her tingling pussy, her tightly clenched womb, and the electric jolts of ecstasy shooting to every inch of her from them.
Even when Kyle sat up to clean her juices from his face, Andrea kept coming. Even the slightest swirl of air or twitch of her pussy lips caused another wave to pass through her. She could barely breathe, and she felt as if someone had lit a fire inside her.
Andrea went limp, her orgasm finally releasing her. Still gasping for breath, she forced her eyelids to flutter open, and found Kyle watching her, squeezing his half-hard cock.
"D-drink. Oh god," she stammered, still quivering from the aftereffects of her climax.
She didn't even realize that he'd left until he was standing next to the couch, holding a bottle of water near her. With his help, she managed to sit up, and then drink.
"That was good," Kyle said, still standing over her. "Never had anyone take it as long as you."
"I thought I was going to die," Andrea breathed, "but oh my god."
"Fuck, you are hot when you come. I love the way you scream." Kyle's fully erect cock danced before her eyes.
Despite still not having fully recovered her wits, the sight of his cock – hard and ready – left her feeling a void deep inside her. "I want you. I want your cock."
"Hand and knees," he growled, and then took the water from her to sit it down on the end table.
A final shiver from her previous orgasm shook Andrea as she moved to obey. Kyle wasted no time, moving in behind her as she rested her arms on the arm of the couch. One of his hands gripped her waist, while the other guided him inside her. His cock sank into her soaked pussy – balls deep with the first hard thrust.
Andrea groaned as his big cock stretched her, pushing through her resistance to knock at the entrance of her womb. The tip settled inside her for only a fraction of a second, and then slipped back out with hot friction, until the rim of his cockhead popped free of her canal. Then, he thrust again.
Kyle's fingers dug into Andrea's waist as he took her, hard and fast. He pulled back on her hips with each thrust, causing their bodies to collide with resounding smacks. His balls slapped against her with every stroke, the smooth orbs sending shocks through her clit.
"God, that pussy feels good," Kyle groaned as he fucked her.
"Oh, your cock's so good. Fuck me," Andrea begged in return.
One of Kyle's hands slipped from her waist, down to the juices dripping from around his fast-thrusting cock. Once it was slick, he answered Andrea's unspoken question by pressing his thumb into the puckered iris of her ass.
Andrea yelped in surprise and instinctively lurched her hips, but his strong hands held her in place. His thumb only penetrated to the first knuckle, but after the shock passed, Andrea discovered that it felt much bigger – deeper. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her ass, and Andrea now wondered why she had always stopped anyone who tried. If she had known how good it was going to feel, she would have begged for it.
Her arousal surged as his thumb stretched her ass and his cock pounded deep into her pussy. Andrea bent her arms to rest her head on them, the slight change in angle causing his cock to hit all sorts of new pleasure points, driving her even higher up her mountain of pleasure. Behind her, Kyle kept up his quick, powerful thrusts, grunting from a combination of effort and pleasure.
Andrea slipped one hand beneath her as the pressure of another orgasm swelled inside her. She could feel his slick shaft brushing her fingers as she rubbed her clit, and her erratically bouncing breasts caused her nipples to brush against the arm of the couch. She felt as if every inch of her was being stimulated at the same time – her mind a fog of perfect bliss.
"Faster. Harder. Take me," Andrea demanded as she neared the edge. A hot tightness deep inside her joined the electric buzz beneath her mound. She knew that she was going to come soon – come hard.
"Oh – hell yeah," Kyle exclaimed, increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts a little. "You are so fucking tight and wet."
"Fuck meee!" Andrea cried out, the word trailing off into a quavering squeal. "Ah! Ah! I... I'm gonna... Oh god! Gonna co..." A scream burst from her throat as Kyle suddenly pushed his thumb in deeper, driving her over the edge into orgasm.
"Oh yeah. You coming for me?" Kyle grunted.
"Oh god yes!" Andrea screamed. "C-c-coming!"
Kyle groaned from her walls squeezing tight around him, but pushed through the resistance to keep thrusting. Andrea continued to scream in ecstasy, her cries spiking in volume and pitch every time he drove his cock deep inside her.
Andrea was still coming when he buried his cock in her depths with the hardest thrust yet. His thumb popped free of her ass, causing her to yelp from the jolt of rapture it sent coursing through her. A second later, she moaned when his cock pulled free of her as well.
Kyle sat down, and then spun so that his legs were dangling over the edge of the couch. He grabbed Andrea's hips, and pulled the trembling woman toward him. His strong hands manipulated her like a puppet, pulling one of her legs to the other side of him as he slid his ass to the edge of the couch. She ended up sitting on his lap with his hard, slick cock nestled in the cleft of her ass.
Andrea gasped as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to lean back against him. As soon as she braced her hands on the couch behind her, Kyle lifted her ass and popped his cock back in front of her. He guided it back inside her, and then pulled his hand back through to grasp her hips. Andrea cried out as he pulled her down hard on his cock.
Even though she was on top, he was still in control. Kyle thrust up into her, using his powerful legs and abdominal muscles to drive his cock home. Though still twitching from her previous orgasm, Andrea could feel another building inside her with astonishing speed.
Andrea planted her feet beneath her, raising her hips to give him an even better angle to enter her. Her movements coordinated perfectly with his as she bounced her ass off him, taking him deeper inside her.
In less than a minute, Andrea was on the brink again. Her face burned as a knot of restrained energy coiled ever tighter in her depths. "Oh – fuck! Gonna... Gonna come again!"
"Do it. About to come," Kyle growled.
Andrea didn't know what summoned up the thought, but she instantly thought of Steven's relentless requests to come on her face. She'd never let him do it, but wanted it from Kyle now. "I want you to come on my face," she cried out.
"Fuck yeah," Kyle said in a tight, strained voice.
"Oh! Fuck! I'm coming!" Andrea screamed, and then tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
Kyle grunted with every movement of his hips as Andrea came atop him, obviously on the brink as well. Nevertheless, Andrea squealed in surprise when he pushed her off his cock. She caught her balance by putting her feet on the floor, and then slipped down onto her knees when Kyle wriggled out from under her. He took his glistening cock in hand and started to stroke it.
Still in the throes of her own orgasm, Andrea managed to gasp out, "Come for me. Come on my face." She licked the pussy-slick helmet of his cock, and caressed her folds to keep her climax going.
Kyle let out a groan that lasted for a dozen fast pumps of his hand over his cock, and then erupted into a growling scream as he sprayed her face with cum.
The first spurt filled her mouth with flavor, decorated her upper lip, and closed her left eye – reaching all the way to her hair. The next spattered her lips and chin. A final stream ran over her tongue and down her face, to hang suspended from her chin.
"Oh yeah," Andrea moaned as he panted above her. She tickled the tip of his cum-oozing cock with her tongue, getting another taste of his cream as a reward.
Kyle sat down hard on the couch and muttered, "Fuck, you are sexy."
Andrea wiped the cum out of her eye and sat down next to the couch. She rested her head on his leg and said, "God, I needed that."
Kyle stroked her cheek and let out a sigh. "Me too. It's been a while."
Andrea climbed back up on the couch, and he wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled up against him with a content sigh, pulling his cum to her lips and reveling in the tender embrace – such a wonderful contrast to how he'd taken her, opening her eyes to her submissive side.
Steven had never really cuddled with her afterwards, and she was starting to believe that catching him getting a blowjob from some slut was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
As if summoned by her thoughts, the door opened and she turned to see Steven standing in the doorway with the redhead, his jaw dropping toward the floor. He glared at both of them, and Andrea knew that he couldn't possibly miss her cum-covered face. She took advantage of the moment, and pulled another dollop of Kyle's cream from her chin to her lips.
Steven slammed the door shut a second later.
Andrea and Kyle both shared a laugh at the unexpected, but ironic intrusion.
"I guess we're even, Steven," she said to the closed door.
Kyle looked into her eyes and stroked his fingers over her cheek, apparently unbothered by getting his cum all over them. "I think I came out ahead, actually."
Andrea moaned and cuddled up close to him. "Me too."
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