by Tyler, Paige
So, after all that, when Shawna had started moaning in those low tones that told Britt she was coming hard, it became impossible not to come with her. She’d ended up having the hardest orgasm she'd ever given herself.
Beside her, Shawna was gazing at her with an amused look on her face. For the first time in a seriously long time, Britt felt her face heat up. She wasn't sure if she actually blushed—her face was almost certainly too flushed from her recent orgasm to color anymore—but still, it was the thought that counted.
Shawna grinned. “Was it good for you?”
Britt couldn't help but laugh. Thank God Shawna wasn't the kind of girlfriend to get freaked out by something as natural as another woman masturbating in front of her.
She glanced down to see Clay still casually lapping at Shawna's pussy. Even though he was staying away from Shawna's obviously hyper-sensitive clit, the way her friend's stomach clenched and relaxed told Britt that Clay's magic tongue was likely still drawing a few remaining shreds of orgasm out of Shawna's blissfully happy body.
Britt laughed. “Obviously not as good as it was for you. But damn good, nonetheless.”
She moved closer to watch Clay clean up the gooey mess he'd made between Shawna's legs. Dang, from here she could smell the scent of feminine arousal on her friend. It smelled delicious.
Shawna turned her head on the pillow to look at Britt. “Feel free to say I told you so. Clay’s mouth is amazing.”
“I don't need to gloat. Seeing the blissed out expression on your face is enough for me.”
Shawna smiled and turned her attention to the man kneeling between her legs. Clay pressed his lips to her inner thigh, then slowly made his way along her body. Shawna sat up and pulled him into her arms for a very tender and soulful kiss.
“That was out of this world,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Clay grinned, tipping an imaginary hat and telling her how unnecessary her thanks was with another kiss. The heat coming off them was scorching and Britt found herself panting.
When Shawna finally pulled away again, it was to look at her. “So, do I get to watch Clay have a go at your pussy now? I'm dying to see him get that mouth of his on you.”
Clay raised a brow in her direction. ”How about it, Britt? You ready for me to settle down between your legs and nibble a bit? I tend to remember you loved it when I sucked on your pussy lips.”
Britt shivered. She clearly remembered how Clay had held her down and endlessly tortured her by ignoring her clit and instead tugging and sucking on her pussy lips until she thought she’d scream in frustration. Oh yeah, she could definitely go for more of that. But one look down at the extremely hard erection pointing at her changed her mind. Or rather, gave her a wonderfully wicked idea.
She sat up. “Oh, I have plans for that tongue of yours Clay, and it definitely involves my pussy. But first thing’s first—where are your condoms?”
Clay gave her a perplexed look, but apparently anything that involved condoms was okay with him because he climbed off the bed and followed his rock-hard cock over to one of the night tables.
“Don't forget the lube,” she added.
Shawna looked just as confused as Clay. “What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.” Britt gave her a naughty smile. “Help me get Clay wrapped up.”
Clay returned, a familiar foil packet in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Tossing the bottle of lube on the bed, he climb in and tore open the condom packet.
Britt snatched it out of his hands. “Give me that thing. You just lie down right here and Shawna and I will take care of getting this big boy in his rain coat.”
Clay chuckled. “Whatever you say. If you don't mind getting your hands a little sticky, I certainly won't complain.”
As he stretched out on his back in the center of the bed, Shawna kneeled on one side of him while Britt did the same on the other. She pulled the slippery condom out of the snug packaging, shaking her head at the thick cock lying against Clay’s stomach.
She held up the rather insubstantial piece of latex. “You sure this thing is going to fit?”
“It'll fit.” His mouth twitched. “If you two know what you're doing.”
“I think we can handle it.” Britt slid Shawna a sidelong glance. “Can’t we?”
Shawna looked at the condom with an expression that said she wasn't so sure.
Britt offered the condom to her friend. “Here, you should have the honor.”
Shawna gave her an unsure look. “To be honest, I normally let the guy handle this part.”
Britt laughed. “Well, this time, you're doing it.” She put the condom in her friend’s hand. “It's easy. I'll show you.”
Shawna still didn’t look sure, but nodded. She bit her lip as she slowly worked the tight condom down, and down, and then down a little more until the rim of the condom was snug around the base of Clay’s penis.
“Piece of cake, right?” Britt grinned. “I've always said that there are two things every girl should know how to do—put on a guy's condom and change a car tire.”
Shawna caressed Clay’s latex-covered shaft. “Well, I'm checked off on one out of two then.”
“We’ll need to work on the other, then,” Britt said. “But probably not right now.”
“Probably not.” Shawna smiled. “Maybe we can work out a deal later. I'll teach you how to deep throat and you teach me how to change a car tire.”
“Deal.” Britt picked up the bottle of lube and handed it to her. “Here. I know you’re already wet, but you can never have enough lube.”
Shawna’s brow furrowed. “Me? I thought you were going to ride him. I've already come once.”
Britt laughed. “Oh, you're going to come more than once, I'm going to make sure of that. And don't you worry about me. I'm going to get my ride, too.”
Her friend looked a little dubious, but didn't complain as she oiled up Clay's big cock. Out of the corner of her eye, Britt caught his grin and knew he’d caught on to the plan. The prospect was making him even harder—if that was possible.
“Okay, I think he's ready.” Britt eyed Shawna. “Are you?”
Shawna regarded the thick penis straining against her hand and smiled. “We're about to find out.”
“Good. Then you slide on his cock facing this way.” Britt pointed toward Clay's head. “And I'll climb on his face and put that mouth of his to work. Sound good to you?”
Shawna beamed a smile that lit up the room. “That sounds perfect. I feel silly I didn't think about doing it like that. This way you can come, too.”
“That's the plan. Though I guess that's really up to Clay.” Britt glanced at him. “What do you think, cowboy?”
Clay chuckled. “I think I can handle it. Climb on you two.”
Since Clay would probably have to help Shawna get properly situated, Britt let her go first. She had an ulterior motive, of course. She really wanted to watch Shawna's face as Clay slid that big cock of his inside her. Well, maybe not just her face. But she couldn’t help it. The act was very erotic.
Shawna threw one leg over Clay's hips, like she was mounting a horse. Which was a rather apropos analogy, Britt supposed. Clay was hung like one.
After Shawna straddled him, she wiggled around to get everything lined up perfectly, then she leaned forward like she was going to give Clay a kiss. But instead of kissing him, she reached back between her thighs and grabbed his cock, wedging it up against the entrance to her pussy.
The sight took Britt's breath away.
But that was nothing compared to the scene that followed as Shawna slowly started moving up and down, forcing Clay's shaft inside her.
“Oh, God,” Britt breathed as his wonderfully thick cockhead slipped past her friend’s opening. “This is unreal.”
Shawna moaned. “I'll second that.”
Clay grabbed Shawna’s hips and started pumping up into her with short thrusts, moving himself deeper and deeper each time. The repeated
motions made Shawna's breasts jiggle in the most alluring manner.
“Damn, Shawna,” he groaned. “You're so hot.”
Britt couldn't agree more.
Shawna went from gently moving up and down to bouncing like a rider on a Tennessee Walker. Clearly, she was working hard to get every inch of Clay's big cowboy cock inside her.
She slid her hands down to Clay's abs to steady herself before sitting all the way down with one final, hard bounce. Then she stopped moving completely.
Britt blinked. Well, crap. Shawna had actually done a better job of getting Clay fully inside her than Britt thought she would. She remembered it taking her a bit longer.
Shawna’s head fell back for a long moment. When she lifted it to finally look at Britt, the smile on her beautiful face was electric.
“I don't ever want to move,” she said softly.
“You’re so damn tight, I’m not sure if you can,” Clay growled through clenched teeth.
Britt laughed and threw her leg over Clay's face to straddle him so she was facing Shawna. Faster than she could have mounted Dippin' Dots, she had her very excited pussy planted firmly on his mouth.
“Don't you worry about Shawna, Clay. She's gonna move just fine, trust me. You worry about licking my pussy.”
Clay didn't reply—how could he, with his mouth full of pussy? Instead, he wrapped his arms around Britt’s hips, pulling her down even more firmly on his face. Then that delightful tongue of his started moving along her pussy and in a flash, she remembered why she’d missed him so much over the past three months. Man, could this cowboy lick pussy.
She leaned forward, making sure he could get to her clit. He quickly flicked it with that talented tongue of his, nearly shooting her to the ceiling. She moved back and forth on his face, enjoying the sensation of getting pleasured from different angles. She'd never ridden a guy's face in this direction, but decided it was going to be one of her new favorite positions. Not only was it sinfully delicious being able to grind her pussy against his face like this, but Clay was also able to wrap his hands around her waist and grab her ass cheeks to give them a nice, hard squeeze.
She caught her breath as his tongue made little swirly motions. Yikes, she was going to have to be careful. This wide open position gave him unfettered access to her most sensitive spot, meaning it wouldn’t take a lot to send her into orbit.
Britt turned her attention back to Shawna. Maybe if she focused on what her friend was doing, she wouldn’t be tempted to come so fast.
Her best friend was still sitting motionless on Clay's cock, slightly bent forward at the waist, her hands still resting on his stomach. The woman wasn’t even moving and yet she exuded pure sensuality.
It was so freaking hot.
Britt found herself leaning closer as she moved her pussy against Clay's face. Was it bad that she was turned on by the sight of her friend in such a blatantly sexual position? And, God help her, but Shawna's extremely feminine scent was doing a number on her, too. She breathed in a little deeper to capture even more of Shawna's fragrance. It made her stomach clench, and made what Clay was doing to her pussy feel even better—though she wasn't sure how that was possible.
The desire to put her arms around Shawna, to pull her in and kiss her, was almost overwhelming. Dear God, her lips were tingling from the fantasy itself. The intensity of it scared her. She'd never in her life thought about kissing another woman. She got a grip and fought down the crazy urge, knowing Shawna would be positively freaked if Britt ever did something so out of bounds. Shawna’s friendship was too important to her to ever consider ruining it. She would just have to be content to let her imagination run wild—while keeping her hands to herself.
Realizing she was only inches away from Shawna, Britt quickly sat back, worried she might already have crossed that invisible line, that her friend was hopping off Clay at that very moment to call for a time out on the personal space invasion. But Shawna was simply lounging there, her eyes half closed, a dreamy smile on her face as she leisurely moved up and down on Clay's cock. Britt didn’t even think her friend was aware of her until Shawna leaned forward and put her mouth close to her ear.
“I hope you don’t mind if I say it,” Shawna whispered. “But you look so damn sexy wiggling there on Clay's face like that.”
Britt relaxed. It was official—she hadn’t freaked Shawna out. “Nope, don't mind at all.” She grinned. “Enjoying yourself?”
Shawna moaned. “Oh God, yes. He feels incredible inside me. I owe you big time for talking me into this. I've never felt anything this good in my life.”
“Talking you into this?” Britt almost laughed, but all that came out was a gasp as Clay drove his tongue deep in her pussy. He had a really long tongue—or at least it felt as if he did in this position. At the same time, he slid one of his fingers between her ass cheeks to tease her anus. Damn, he probably had no idea what that did to her. Her body actually shook as she forced her attention back to Shawna. “I tend to remember you were an equal partner when it came down to deciding to do this.”
Shawna giggled. “Yeah, maybe. But I’d never have considered this if you weren’t the other woman. You're the only person I trust enough to have a threesome with.”
Britt shook again as Clay traced one fingertip around and around her hyper-sensitive rosebud. He might not know how much she liked being touched back there before, but he sure as hell knew now.
“What did Clay just do to you?” Shawna asked curiously.
Britt hesitated. It wasn't that she was afraid to talk about this kind of stuff to Shawna, but she knew that some women didn't cotton to anyone playing around their backdoor. It wasn't a topic that had ever come up between them, even during all their late night telephone calls. She wasn't sure if it might be a turn off for Shawna. But hell, they were all sharing about as much personal information as three people could. Hard to keep secrets in a situation like this.
“Clay is running his fingertip around my ass. Well, my anus, to be specific.” Britt gave her a sheepish look. “It sort of drives me nuts when a guy does that.”
Her admission didn't seem to bother Shawna. If anything, her friend looked intrigued. “I've never tried that, but it sounds like fun. Maybe I'll ask him to do that to me later.”
“I’d definitely recommend it,” Britt said in between moans. “But until then, I can't imagine you're feeling too left out, not with Clay's thick cock buried inside you. I wasn't able to bend my knee the last time he and I went at it, so I never got to sit on top of him like you are. How's it feel?”
Shawna rotated her hips in little circles. The move pulled a groan from her. “Like I'm in big-cock heaven.”
Despite being in heaven herself, Britt couldn’t help laughing at hearing her normally reserved friend say something like that.
“It's true!” Shawna insisted, gyrating her hips again. “He's touching some places I'm pretty sure should be considered virgin territory. In fact, I feel like I'm a virgin again, he's so tight in there. Then again, it definitely didn't feel this damn good the first time I was with a guy, so I don't think virgin is the right term to describe it.”
“Is he touching your G-spot?” Britt asked.
“I think so.” Shawna’s voice was a little uneven. “I don't know for sure since no one else has ever found it before. But I can tell you it feels insanely good. I could grind like this for hours without actually fucking him.”
There was no doubt Clay could hear what they were talking about, and that he loved the topic of conversation. His tongue was going crazy on her clit, and that little fingertip that had been teasing her anus was now a whole, long finger sliding in and out like a super smooth dildo. Britt actually had to consciously hold off her orgasm. Because if she just let go, she'd come in less than a minute—and she knew Shawna wasn't even close yet.
She needed to move things along a little.
“Bet it would feel even better if you sat up a bit, then dropped down hard. You'd get the best of
both worlds—G-spot simulation and all the pleasure that comes from fucking a long, thick cock.”
Shawna’s eyes were glassy with pleasure. “You think I'm ready for that?”
Britt smiled. “Oh, I'm pretty sure you're more than ready.”
She had an ulterior motive, beyond the desire to get Shawna moving before she popped her cork. She desperately wanted to watch Shawna and Clay fuck. She had no doubt watching her friend bounce energetically up and down on his big cock would be one hell of a turn-on.
Shawna took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”
Britt’s pulse quickened as Shawna leaned forward and lifted herself off Clay's shaft, then sat down firmly, driving him deep inside her. The force of her thrust made the bed bounce—and quite a few other things as well. Britt had never realized how nice Shawna's breasts were until they bounced like that.
Shawna let out a gasp that was all pleasure as she lifted up again. This time the downward move was even faster and more forceful. Apparently, Shawna liked it hard.
Clay sure the hell didn't seem to mind either. Even with his mouthful of pussy, Britt could hear him groan. He pumped his hips up into Shawna's eagerly awaiting pussy as the same time that his mouth went into overdrive on Britt’s clit.
She and Shawna both moaned.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Shawna repeated the words over and over until they ran together. Britt knew the feeling. A seriously hard orgasm was quickly climbing up from her toes. When it finally hit, Britt was pretty sure she was going to pass out.
But until then her hungry mind scrambled to take in every sensation. Physical, visual, auditory—you name it, Britt wanted to take it all in. This was a once in a lifetime show, and she didn't want to miss even one single detail of it.
Shawna cupped her breast with one hand while she diddled her clit with the other. Sweet heaven, she was riding up and down on Clay like as if he was a carnival ride.
Britt let out a whoop. “Ride em' hard, cowgirl!”