Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

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.

“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