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

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