She’d never been that passionate about oral sex with Jon—she’d liked it well enough, but never craved it. With Chris, though, ever since she’d first seen his massive shaft, she seemed to always want it in her mouth.
Reaching over her head, she pressed her palm against his shorts. The rock-solid erection she found sent darts of arousal all through her. Mmm, yes, she had to have it in her mouth—now. Rolling over, she began working at the opening of his khaki-green shorts, her movements steady and sure. The moment she pulled down his underwear and freed his cock, she moved in, delivering a long lick up its side.
“Ah, baby,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
She sucked in her breath at his very size. Not that she’d forgotten, but he was so big that his cock seemed to leave her breathless every time she saw it. She bestowed more long, languid licks up his length as if he were a very tall—and delicious—ice cream cone.
She became aware at some point that Shay had turned on her side to watch, and Carrie’s pussy rippled with excitement as she rose onto her knees, bending to take his cockhead into her mouth. “Mmm,” she said, thrilled with the way he stretched her lips.
Above her, she heard Chris’s slow, heavy sighs as she began moving her mouth up and down on him. “So good, angel,” he murmured, letting one hand glide through her hair. “So good.”
When she heard Shay emit a sound that was half sigh-half moan, she shifted her gaze to the other woman, without ever altering her ministrations to Chris’s long rod. Shay leisurely massaged one of her breasts, her gaze on Carrie. She’d not anticipated how erotic it would feel to make eye contact with Shay while her lips wrapped snug around Chris’s cock.
“Keep going, sweets,” she urged, her eyes glassy with lust. “Keep sucking that big cock.”
Carrie let her eyes fall shut, let the hot sun overhead beat warm on her back as she listened to the wind in the sails and the slap of waves against the boat. Sea salt filled the air that also seemed spiced with sensuality. Each sensation added to the swell in her bikini bottoms as she worked over Chris’s tremendous erection.
“Ah, baby,” he purred as she went down on him as deeply as possible, taking in more than half of his long, wide shaft. She held him there, deep in her mouth, the tip of his cock touching her throat, for a long still moment, to let him feel it as much as she did. Then she pulled back, releasing him with a swirling lick around the tip.
“Nice,” Shay whispered. A glance in her direction revealed one hand twirling her dark pink nipple between thumb and forefinger, and the other inside her bathing suit, stroking her pussy. She stared Carrie in the eye. “Want to share?”
Carrie definitely didn’t want to share—she wanted Chris all for herself. But she also couldn’t help taking Shay’s request as another sexual challenge. Are you secure enough with him to share him? Are you bold enough to have a three-way?
“Sure,” she said softly, still holding Chris’s dick in her hand. He drew in his breath at her answer and when she gazed into his eyes, they were filled with more unadulterated heat than she’d ever seen in them before.
Shay ran her hand up Chris’s thigh. “Why don’t you stand up, baby, so we can both reach you?”
Chris wasted no time pushing to his feet, letting his shorts fall to the deck. He peeled his loose white tank top over his head and tossed it aside, so that Carrie found herself gazing admiringly up at his naked body, so tan and muscular and chiseled, his cock downright majestic from this new lower angle as it stretched up onto his stomach.
She knelt on one side of his dick as Shay rose to her knees on the other. She cast Carrie a small, sexy smile as they both moved in to lick paths up opposite sides of his shaft.
“Ah, God, yes,” he murmured, gazing down on them.
Was it the first time he’d ever been with two girls at once? Carrie didn’t think so, but there was still no doubt he was wildly aroused. As she and Shay continued licking his hard column, it reminded her of the two girls on the party boat who’d shared one banana this way. Even that had been oddly stimulating, but this was way more erotic than any banana. She instantly found the act of sharing his immense cock with another woman far more exciting and pleasurable than she could have predicted.
Together, she and Shay found a silent rhythm for pleasing him. When Carrie began to let her tongue swirl in curving trails over him, Shay did the same. When Carrie rose up to lick a large dot of semen off the tip of his shaft before sliding her lips down over it, Shay moved lower, licking his balls and taking them one by one into her mouth.
Above them, Chris moaned and groaned and occasionally cursed beneath his breath, his intense pleasure lifting Carrie’s arousal with each passing second.
Her lips felt pleasantly wet and swollen when she eased back down to lick his silky steel length again. She closed her eyes, fully into her task, licking up his side, then the front, dragging her tongue in wide paths in hopes he would feel it more that way. A peek revealed that Shay had released his balls and rejoined her, her tongue busily toiling away on him, too. “Mmm, God,” he moaned above them, his hands playing in their hair, massaging their scalps as they worked.
Carrie’s eyes dropped shut again—the cock beneath her tongue making her pussy pulse with need. He was so big—in her mouth, not to mention in her cunt. Which was where she wanted him soon.
Just then, something new touched her tongue, something wet. A fresh bolt of lightning struck directly between her thighs, although she kept her eyes shut, a little afraid of what she’d see.
Continuing to lick him, the sensation came again—light, inviting. Making her cunt flinch. Was it…?
She opened her eyes to find her tongue touching Shay’s. Together, they licked the front of Chris’s erection even as their tongues caressed each other.
“God, that’s hot,” Chris murmured, and she knew he wasn’t talking about what was happening to his cock.
Old instincts told Carrie to pull away from the long, languid French kiss.
But new instincts told her to do what she’d been doing with everything lately—let it happen. Thrill Chris with it. Experience it and see how it feels.
So she licked at Shay’s tongue with Chris’s hot gaze on her, feeling her pussy expand within her bikini bottoms. As the kiss deepened, Shay reached up and cupped Carrie’s breast, massaging gently, making her surge with moisture below.
Chris eased down to his knees, watching them, reaching out to caress. As one of his hands eased down onto Shay’s ass, he used the other to fondle Carrie’s free breast, stroking his thumb across the turgid nipple. Involuntarily, Carrie thrust her breasts deeper into both their hands. The brushes from Chris’s thumb sent trails of fire straight to her cunt and Shay’s slightly more harsh caress made her feel wildly responsive, wanting to grab every thrill available to her.
By the time her long tongue kiss with Shay ended, her pussy felt fiery hot, needy, pulsing relentlessly in her bikini. When she looked at Chris, she knew he read the passion in her eyes. Lifting his hand to the back of her neck, he drew her in for a rough kiss that only whetted her appetite for more.
“Is your pussy hot?” he whispered near her ear.
She nodded softly, pent-up desire leaving her unable to speak.
Landing another quick, hard kiss on her swollen lips, he reached down to her bikini bottoms, clearly ready to peel them off. She rose to her knees to let him lower them to her thighs.
He moaned at the mere sight of her cunt, reminding her it was freshly shaven. A glance down excited her, as well.
Easing back onto her ass, she watched as Chris pulled the leopard print bottoms off. As soon as they were gone, he parted her legs.
“Oooh, pretty pussy,” Shay purred.
Carrie knew she had to be dripping wet with her cunt under the scrutiny of them both.
Chris bent over, curling his arms beneath her thighs and slowly leaning in to drag his tongue up the length of her slit.
“Mmm, God,” she uttered.
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sp; “You taste good, baby,” he said, low and hot.
When he leaned in for more, Shay shocked her by reaching both hands between Carrie’s legs, using her fingers to spread the outer lips of her pussy for Chris even farther. She let out a moan—every molecule of her cunt felt heavy and hot and super-sensitized.
Each of Chris’s licks shot through her like liquid fire as she leaned back on her hands beneath the hot sun and the warm sea breeze, soaking in the pleasure, panting with each pass of his tongue through her wetness.
Shay watched intently, her fingertips still wedged in the edges of Carrie’s slit, and Carrie watched, too, completely immersed in the vision of the two of them working to pleasure her. She let her eyes fall shut for short spans of time, swept away by the sensations, but she always opened them, eager to see Chris’s mouth at her pussy, along with Shay’s slender hands.
Despite herself, she couldn’t help feeling disappointed when Shay pulled her fingers away, but her senses were quickly filled when the other woman simply shifted, leaning over to fondle her breasts. The touch felt so good, so thoroughly welcome, that Carrie couldn’t hide her exhilaration. She moaned, watching as Shay molded her mounds in small, feminine hands, then played with her nipples, pinching them lightly, pulling on them, twirling them. “Oh God,” Carrie breathed, leaning her head back in ecstasy.
She raised her gaze in time to see Shay lower her mouth, raking her tongue across one of the nipples she’d just released from her fingers. Carrie shuddered. She lifted her cunt to Chris’s mouth and her breast to Shay’s, feeling a complete sexual abandonment she’d never known before. All thought or decision was gone—only gut reaction and sensation remained as she undulated her body in waves, seeking their continued caresses.
Chris lapped at her harder and Shay lowered her thin lips over the nipple she’d just licked, now sucking, pulling on Carrie in a hot rhythm that vibrated all through her. She met Chris’s fiery eyes over top of Shay’s hair as he lowered another lick, beginning to concentrate on her clit now. “Oooh, yes!” she yelled without planning to.
Shay molded Carrie’s other breast in her hand while sucking warm and slow on the first. Chris locked his lips around her clit and nearly sent her over the edge. “Yes, baby, yes,” she moaned. “Suck me. Suck me there.”
In response, he pulled on her clit with his mouth and she lifted her cunt against him—yes, yes, yes—knowing she’d come soon. She watched with pure sexual joy as Shay continued sucking and licking her breast, meeting her eyes when she pulled back slightly to close her teeth gently around the taut pink nipple.
Chris’s sucking became faster, more intense, as she fucked his mouth. Shay pulled on her nipple with her teeth, providing the exact intense pleasure-pain Carrie needed in that driving moment. She writhed against them both, sobbing, whimpering, so close to coming it hurt, so close she wanted to scream—and then she did scream as the climax thundered through her. She pummeled Chris’s hot mouth with her pussy. She thrust her breast deep past Shay’s teeth into her mouth. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shook her, traveling the length of her body, wracking her—not stopping, not stopping. Like before with Chris, the exquisite pulsing sensations didn’t die when she expected them to, rolling on and on inside her.
After what seemed a long while, her body finally quit vibrating in bliss, leaving her exhausted and panting, trembling.
Shay released her breast and flashed a wan cat’s smile up at her, before lifting a small kiss to her lips. When Shay leaned back, Carrie saw Chris lowering a final kiss to her bare pussy before kissing his way ravenously up her stomach and breasts to her mouth. “You are fucking astounding,” he whispered with a sexy smile.
She smiled back, having tasted the remnants of her salty juices on his lips. “You are. You lick me so good, baby.”
Next to them, Shay leaned back, stretching across a towel, looking utterly erotic as she licked her lips and eased one hand down inside her bathing suit bottom.
And even as a big part of Carrie still wanted to hoard Chris all to herself, she followed her instincts, knowing her confident giving would excite the hell out of him. Reaching over, she curled her hand around one of Shay’s thighs and pulled at it, parting her legs. She watched a silent smile form on Shay’s face as she continued to finger her pussy beneath the red Lycra, then she turned her gaze on Chris, reached for his hand, and pressed it over Shay’s cunt.
Shay hissed in her breath, drawing her own hand out of the suit, and Chris went still. He looked into Carrie’s eyes. “Are you sure?” he whispered too low for Shay to hear over the music and rippling sails.
Carrie nodded. “It’s only fair. And besides, I want to see.”
He lowered his chin and flashed a look of pure heat. “Help me.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Help you?”
He nodded. “Help me get her bottoms down.”
Carrie drew in a deep breath. Now that she’d come, her sanity had returned a little, and although she had no regrets, she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with where things had gone between her and Shay. Yet when a tug on Shay’s elastic from Chris caused the other woman to raise her ass from the deck, both of them reached for the candy red bikini bottoms and pulled them down tan, slender thighs.
Her pussy was shaved completely, smoothed of all hints of hair, her mons less full in size than Carrie’s. Carrie immediately found Shay’s cunt less intimidating than she’d expected, because it was a body part she was so familiar with.
When Chris closed his hand over it, caressing Shay, a familiar dart of jealousy shot into Carrie’s heart, but like before, it arrived with enough arousal that she was able to push the jealousy aside.
Chris raised his gaze to her. “Come closer. Look at her with me.”
Her stomach lurched lightly. She’d told him she wanted to see, and he clearly intended to push that issue, to derive as much enjoyment from it as he could. So she drew nearer and watched as Chris spread Shay’s pussy open with his hands. Everything about Shay’s cunt, she noticed, was smaller than hers—her clit, the width of her when she was open, her inner lips. And still Shay could take a big cock like Chris’s, could probably take anything. Another arrow of jealousy stabbed at her, but she ignored it, wanting to please Chris.
“Watch me lick her.”
The command made Carrie’s cunt flinch slightly as Shay planted her feet flat on the deck and lifted her pussy so that Chris could reach it without bending over. Carrie leaned close enough that she could detect the scent of Shay’s slit, even amid the salty breeze. She watched as Chris raked his tongue slowly up Shay’s pink center.
Being so close to the act made her shudder, feeling almost as if it were still her being licked.
He gave her a sexy smile and delivered another lick, this one making Shay cry out. “Oooh, baby. That’s good.”
“Give me your hand,” Chris said to Carrie.
Why? she wanted to ask, but he reached for it before she could hesitate. Firmly folding her last two fingers under, he used both hands to stiffen the remaining fingers and slid them into Shay’s wet passage. Both Shay and she gasped—Shay with pleasure, Carrie with too many emotions to sort them out. Pleasure, shock, wonder, reluctance. The inside of Shay’s pussy was startlingly warm and slick on her fingers. She didn’t move them, in or out, just sat there stunned and nervous.
Chris must have seen the doubt on her face, because he tilted her head and gave her a playful, reassuring smile. “Don’t think so much,” he whispered. “Just feel. Just let it happen. For me. I want you to feel it, to know what I feel when I’m with you.”
Carrie took a deep breath and looked to Shay’s wet, open pussy, still lifted in the air. Biting her lip, she pushed her fingers into the moisture slightly farther, to the hilt. “That’s right, angel,” Chris breathed as Shay let out a pleasured sigh.
Filled with the desire to please them both now, she pulled back slightly and pushed them in again, amazed at the wet, enveloping wa
rmth and the ease with which her fingers glided through Shay’s juices. Shay released another happy sigh and Carrie began to work harder, pulling her fingers out farther before pushing them in with more force. Shay’s pussy began to meet her small thrusts, taking her fingers in still deeper, and despite her uncertainties, Carrie’s own pussy was soon soaking wet.
“That’s right, baby, fuck her with your fingers,” Chris crooned, then he leaned over to lick Shay’s clit. Shay let out a growl, and as Carrie watched Chris lick her again, and again, soon eating her with his whole mouth, she wanted more. Unbidden urges grew inside her. Urges to kiss—Chris or Shay or even Shay’s pussy, it didn’t matter; she only knew her mouth wanted to be involved. And urges to fuck—her cunt ached and she wanted desperately to rub it against something, anything.
“Lick her,” Chris said.
A mere minute or two earlier and she’d have probably refused, but now she tentatively leaned in, brushing just the tip of her tongue across Shay’s clit. The very act sent quivers of excitement echoing down through her torso into her womb.
“Again,” he said.
This time she was less timid, licking Shay’s clit more fully, her tongue picking up a briny taste she recognized from kissing Chris after he’d been eating her. At the end of the stroke, she opened her eyes and saw Shay smile up at her over her breasts, which she kneaded in her hands. “Oooh, sweets,” she purred with an ultra-sexy bite in her voice.
As Carrie softly licked her again, daring to take her tongue a little lower this time, into the pink flesh beneath Shay’s clit, Chris joined her, licking below and bringing his tongue up to delicately meet hers. She let out a light moan of pleasure when the lick turned into a kiss, a gentle sparring of tongues against Shay’s cunt. She still moved her fingers in and out down below.
Like so many times since reaching this decadent place, Carrie’s inhibitions were fading beneath the weight of the sensuality surrounding her. She could scarcely believe she was enjoying fooling around with Shay, and wondered if this might mean she was bisexual, but when she thought about it, she wasn’t sure this was really about being bi. She didn’t think she’d want to be with Shay or any other woman if Chris wasn’t there, watching, encouraging, sharing. She thought it was, more likely, about total sexual immersion. If you closed your eyes and someone licked your pussy, could you tell if it was a man or woman? This was about enjoying all of it, a guy’s hard body, a woman’s softer curves, the whole package, all the sensations that made the world go round.
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