Titi’s Erotic Notes: Foursome Intensity (18+)
Titi's Erotic Notes

Titi’s Erotic Notes: Foursome Intensity (18+)

Kevin David

Kevin David

Ivie was standing at the side of the stage and observing the empty theatre. A few minutes later, the place was full and the vibrant applause that accompanied the end of the show was a hint that she had written and directed a hit show.

It was in the early hours of the day but there were already talks of a Nollywood adaptation of the show. Critics were going crazy about just how good it was.

Ivie left the theatre and walked down the street to the lounge where her friends, Latif, Chidinma, and Emeka, were waiting for her. She kissed them all on the cheek and sat down to order three shots of tequila.

Latif and Chidinma were in a relationship, and Ivie was always jealous of the way they caressed and kissed each other whenever they were together in public.

Emeka sat beside Ivie, opposite Latif and Chidinma, and from time to time his hands would find their way to Ivie’s thighs as he discussed the play.

Once, Emeka leaned in to whisper something into her ear over the loud music, and her skin prickled when she felt his hot breath on her neck. She gasped when Emeka’s hand, underneath the table, raised her skirt and stroked her bare thighs.

She glanced over at Latif and Chidinma to see if they had noticed what Emeka was doing to her, but those two were still kissing and running their hands all over each other.

Ivie closed her eyes when Emeka’s hand climbed higher and found the elastic of her lace panties and pushed the underwear to the side. His finger discovered her clitoris and stroked it. She almost choked on her red wine.

She tried to recover herself and found Latif and Chidinma looking at her from across the table with a weird smile on their faces.

“You look like you just had the most magical orgasm of your life,” Chidinma said, smiling knowingly.

Ivie couldn’t respond, not when Emeka was slipping two fingers in and out of her wet center with a speed that left her unable to respond.

“Get a room,” Latif said jokingly, but Emeka withdrew his fingers from Ivie and licked it as they all watched.

“I have an idea,” Emeka said, smacking his lips as though Ivie’s juices tasted like honey. “Why don’t we all get a room to celebrate Ivie’s amazing opening night?”

They nearly ran all the way to Ivie’s hotel suite, where they proceeded to strip out of their clothes in record speed.

They walked to the bed, Chidinma reaching for Ivie’s lips and kissing her hungrily. The men followed the women and they all crashed on the bed together.

Ivie’s nipples perked up when Chidinma ran her hand over one breast while Latif sucked the other breast.

She closed her eyes when she felt Emeka’s tongue gliding over her wet, swollen center. Ivie also reached for Chidinma’s breasts and kneaded gently to reciprocate her touch, drawing a sigh from her.

Latif raised his head from Ivie’s nipple and kissed Chidinma while his hand rubbed Ivie’s nipples. Down below, Ivie felt Emeka’s hardness pressing against her entrance. She thought she’d die from all that pleasure.

Ivie felt herself opening up as Emeka buried himself in her. His strokes were long and methodical. Ivie heard him catch his breath when she massaged his hardness with her tight muscles.

Chidinma cried out in pleasure and Ivie turned to see that Latif had bent Chidinma over and was taking her from behind. The men found their rhythm and stroked the women in unison. Emeka’s hardness pulsed inside Ivie and wrecked her senses, and just when she thought she was going to climax, she felt Emeka pulling out.

“Let’s swap,” Emeka suggested.

Latif came over to Ivie and lapped up her glistening wetness with his tongue, causing her to cry out sharply. Emeka sat with his back to the headboard and Chidinma straddled him.

She watched Emeka bouncing Chidinma’s tight wetness on his hardness while sucking her nipples. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen - her friends all enjoying each other.

Latif was bigger than Emeka, so he stretched when he entered in one smooth stroke. His thrusts were sharp and slick. He was incredibly fast, too. Ivie clutched the sheets and bit her bottom lip as Latif rode her like all their lives depended on his speed and power.

Soon, their breaths climbed and soared as the men thrust into the women faster and faster.

As the spasms of ecstasy rocked Ivie’s body, she smiled when she heard Chidinma’s sharp yell accompanied by Emeka’s, then Latif’s.

Ivie hadn’t anticipated that the night would end like this, but it was the best celebration ever.

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