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

understood this was likely a common conversation between them, since even she knew from that night on the balcony that Amy’s pussy could take it.

“Let me have it!”

“Get ready,” he warned, “to take it hard and deep.”

“I’m ready!” She sounded frustrated, but the moment he began to drive his big shaft into her—hard, hard, hard—Amy quit complaining, each stroke making her moan with pleasure. “Oh God! Good, baby! Good!”

Cole held her hips as he fucked her and each thrust jolted her body—her hips, thighs, and breasts all rippling with the impact, over and over. When Carrie felt Chris push his fingers up inside her pussy while they watched, she let out a purr and dropped her gaze to the still-grand erection stretching stiff up his belly as he fingered both her and Shay.

Cole kept his word, punishing Amy with his big cock until Carrie wondered how she could take such a pummeling from the massive shaft. And just when she thought surely Cole would come soon, he surprised her by reaching down for the vibrator. While he still held tight to Amy at one hip, he skillfully situated the tip of the purple phallus above where he entered her and eased it in without ever missing a stroke below.

As Amy let out a colossal moan at the intrusion, Carrie released a small, awed sound of her own. She could still scarcely believe Amy’s body could take such a double penetration with such amazing ease. Yet, like once before, Amy’s wild howls of response brimmed with immeasurable pleasure, and Carrie got caught up in watching Cole push both shafts deep into her at the same time.

“Oh…” she moaned when she felt Chris’s thumb glide up to her own sensitive anus, rubbing a small, hot circle there. She licked her lip in pleasure and couldn’t help lifting her ass toward the touch.

A quick glance told her Shay wasn’t getting this special treat, which pleased her. As much as she wanted to make Chris happy, jealousy demanded she make sure something connected him more deeply to her than to Shay.

When the tip of Chris’s thumb slipped inside her ass, she let out a groan that caused Amy look over amid being fucked so thoroughly. The two women’s eyes met, held. Somehow she felt something stretch between them, some common elements of existence, much more so than what she shared with Shay. She had a feeling that in some other place, some other time, she and Amy would have found themselves similar beings, real friends. That knowledge made the intimate lock of their gazes more profound and revealing as they each moved against the stimulation to pussy and ass delivered by their men.

Finally, Amy shifted her glance over her shoulder, back toward Cole. “Fuck me, baby. Keep fucking me,” she demanded through gritted teeth.

“Do you love that cock in you?” he returned, looking just as untamed.

“God, yes. I need it. And my ass…”

“What about your ass, babe?”

“It feels so fucking good.”

The exchange seemed to reenergize Cole as the ferocity of his thrusts with both cock and toy increased. Amy sobbed even louder and more wildly than before as the two shafts pounded into her. Carrie watched it all with a somewhat dazed point of view—because Chris’s thumb in her ass was making her pretty crazy, too.

Finally, Amy lifted one bracing hand and reached back under her, beginning to finger herself, and within mere seconds she yelled, “Oh God, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…ohhh!” Her screams filled the air, making Carrie twitch harder against Chris’s thumb, making her hungrier for her own release.

No sooner had Amy’s climax passed than Cole’s followed. “Oh, baby! Here I go in you! Here I go!” Then they were both crying out, shrieking with pleasure as he emptied into her, his thrusts slow and battering.

When Carrie gazed back over her shoulder at Chris, his eyes pinned her in place. “I want some more of these pretty pussies,” he said softly. “Stand up for me.”

She wasted no time getting to her feet, ready to be part of the main attraction again. Shay did the same until they were standing face to face, Chris kneeling between them. As he reached his hands up to finger both cunts, he gazed up at Carrie and sank his face to her slit, dragging his tongue over her clit. Instinctively, she lifted one foot onto the bench behind her, opening her cunt wider. She watched him lick her, the sweet, wet sensations vibrating all through her along with the roll of the boat on the waves, then let her gaze shift to Shay’s shaved cunt, where Chris buried his fingers.

Shay lifted a hand to cup the side of Carrie’s breast, squeezing slightly. “Mmm, sweets,” she purred. “Watch him lick your pretty pussy.”

At Shay’s command, she moved her eyes back to find him peering up at her as he laved her swollen clit, finger-fucking her underneath.

“Don’t leave Shay out,” she said on a whisper, surprised at her own generous words. The usual war ensued inside her—wanting all of him or wanting to share—but sharing had clearly won this particular battle.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I wasn’t going to. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

With that, he turned and began to lick Shay’s clit, something about it exciting Carrie more than she’d expected. Because it was as if their juices now meshed together on his tongue, lips? Because of how close they all were, how very “in her face” the sharing of her man had become?

It didn’t matter, though—she was too drunk on pleasure. Her pussy contracted with her lover’s touch, her breast tingled with delight as Shay massaged and squeezed, stroking one thumb across her distended nipple. Excitement continued to fill her as Chris worked his mouth over Shay’s smaller, more delicate cunt.

He took turns that way, licking one clit, then the other, lulling both women into a sensual oblivion that somehow had Carrie hyper-aroused and relaxed at the same time. Across the boat, Amy and Cole lay on