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 warmth 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.
She and Chris shared another lick, this time pressing their tongues together and dragging them side by side up Shay’s slit as she thrust her wet fingers repeatedly into Shay’s warm passage. Shay moaned, and again, Carrie and Chris ended the dual lick with a meeting of tongues, one swirling around the other, tasting, seeking.
“I want you to make her come,” Chris said, wearing a wicked little smile.
Carrie leaned back slightly, turning on a playful voice. “But I want to suck your cock while you lick her.”
The heat in his blue gaze caught fire as he let out a small growl. “That’s a tough choice…but I guess you win. Suck my cock, angel.”
She offered him a coquettish smile as she drew her fingers from Shay’s cunt, then inserted them into Chris’s mouth. A lust-filled moan left him as he sucked Shay’s juices off while gazing heatedly into Carrie’s eyes.
When he released her fingers, she eased from between Shay’s legs and waited as Chris positioned himself on all fours so she could slide beneath him, down to his cock.
And mmm, what a cock it was. Just as big and hard as when she and Shay had been ravaging it with their tongues. She couldn’t wait to taste it, to suck the wetness off the end.
She reached up and wrapped her hand full around it, although he was so thick her fingers didn’t even come close to meeting. She drew it down to her mouth, happily closing her lips over him, sucking his fluid from the tip, letting her mouth fill with the sweet taste. He let out a stifled moan and Carrie knew he must have his face buried in Shay’s pussy by now, but all jealousy had fled the scene—she simply wanted to soak up the experience, enjoy the sun and sea wind, the gentle rocking of the boat on the waves. She simply wanted to enjoy giving her man as much pleasure as she could.
Glancing back over her head, she saw Shay lower her ass to the deck, Chris’s mouth following, his body easing slightly lower, which brought his dick much closer to her. As she caught sight of Shay’s pink pussy, spread wide beneath Chris’s ministrations, his huge cock settled between her breasts.
She let out a moan of deep pleasure, using her hands to press the mounds inward, closing them soft and tight around his shaft. Next it was he who moaned as she slid her breasts against him. To her surprise, hearing his groans come out so muffled—and knowing why—continued to add to her excitement.
Opening her mouth, she wrapped it around the head of his cock when it slid up through her soft flesh. Thoroughly into her task, she sucked vigorously, sliding her lips up and down, taking him as deep as she could, welcoming his slow, steady thrusts. As his shaft got wetter, it slid with more ease through her breasts, delivering more and more pleasure to them.
She loved having him in her mouth again, filling her there, stretching her lips. Above her, both Shay and Chris were moaning, loud and deep, and she heard herself joining their heated little symphony.
“Oh God, lick me!” Shay began to yell. “Lick my cunt!
As Chris increased the tempo of his mouth, he upped the speed of his cock, too—fucking Carrie’s mouth with more urgency, pushing his hard shaft deeper into her throat while the lower half of his erection continued sliding roughly through the valley of her breasts.