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

split second after Chris sank his tongue hungrily into her slit, Scott’s tongue sliced into her from the back, setting off a double wave of pleasure.

Gazing down at Chris, who peered up into her eyes, she began to roll her hips, forced to let out a series of long, light moans, given the joy that assailed her from both sides. As Chris’s tongue laved her clit, Scott’s explored the lower part of her pussy, thrusting toward her opening with each pass. “God, yes,” she heard herself murmur unplanned. Her pleasure grew even more when a glance down confirmed that Chris was still thrusting forward, rubbing his hot shaft against Scott’s.

When Scott’s hands rose to her ass, parting her, and his tongue raked over her asshole, she knew orgasm would come in mere seconds. Reaching up, she crushed her soft breasts in her hands, feeling her nipples jut into her palms, and she drove herself back and forth against the two hot tongues that worked her nether region. The pleasure was overwhelming, constant, without even a beat in between—clit, ass, clit, ass, clit, ass.

“Yes,” she murmured when the orgasm hit, thrusting herself harder and harder against the two male mouths. She pinched her nipples, released moans that grew from somewhere deep inside her, and let her pussy continue to soak up the hot licks and tongue jabs as the pleasure exploded like a starburst through her body. “Oh yes, yes!”

When it ended, she felt so weak she thought she might collapse, so she quickly stepped back into the hot tub, kneeling back into her spot on the seat. True to their word, the guys still slid their cocks against each other, a sight which seemed to make her cunt expand all over again. In fact, they rubbed much harder against one another now, filling her with erotic bliss. “Oh God, you guys are so good,” she purred.

“How was that orgasm, baby?” Scott asked.

“Mmm, incredible,” she breathed, still trying to recover. She dropped her gaze back to their big rods. “And these are incredible, too. I’m hot again already.”

The two cocks sawed urgently against one another now; the guys breathed hard, both staring down at their big tools, just as she did.

God, she couldn’t take it any longer without being a part of it again.

She grabbed onto the base of their erections and rubbed them against each other, even rougher, harder. Their heaving breaths turned to low, agonized moans of pleasure.

Her mouth was hungry for them once more, so she bent over, sucking the tip of one cock, then the other, so fast and wild that she lost track of which shaft she was pleasuring. She only knew there were two big, perfect cocks there just for her enjoyment, and enjoy them she did.

She listened ecstatically to their rasps and groans as she massaged and rubbed and sucked, until finally Chris said, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Fuck—me, too,” Scott moaned.

Carrie pulled back just as both guys shot off, white fluid arcing up to land on her breasts and each other’s stomachs and cocks. Both guys cursed and groaned as their shafts emptied, and Carrie couldn’t help reaching out to massage the semen into the guys, rubbing it into their muscled stomachs and abdomens, using her fist to make their whole lengths wet with it.

Lastly, she pulled the two spent cocks to her breasts and used them to rub their mixed juices into the soft flesh of her chest. Her breath left in high, heavy sighs as she gazed down at the two perfect shafts wetly caressing her mounds, and she heard theirs still coming hard and hot, as well.

Finally, she looked up at them. “Thank you both. That was the single most erotic experience of my life.”

Neither answered, going quiet, but Scott lifted her chin with one bent finger, leaning down to give her a soft kiss. Chris climbed down into the hot tub with her, taking her face in his hands to deliver a much longer, deeper kiss, complete with his tongue, where she tasted remnants of her own moisture.

As Scott eased back into the tub on Carrie’s other side, she finally saw the first hint of a smile. He leaned past her and said jokingly to Chris, “This never happened, dude.”

Chris let out a laugh. “You know it. I’d deny it in a heartbeat.”

* * * * *

Chris leaned back in the hot tub, recovering from the sex. Or whatever that was they’d just shared with Scott. Scott had taken off in hot pursuit of the brunette he’d spotted earlier, and Chris wasn’t sorry to see him go at the moment, given how uncomfortable he felt about what he’d just done.

Was it like that for Carrie, with Shay? He didn’t think so—these days there just wasn’t the same stigma around girl/girl partying as there was for guys. He wished he could deny how good it had felt to rub his cock against Scott’s, but he couldn’t. It had felt too damn good, especially with Carrie watching, demanding, turning the most aggressive he’d seen her yet. Her pleasure had fueled his actions. Only Carrie could have seduced him into doing that.

At the moment, she snuggled against him, naked, in the churning waves. When he’d suggested they hang out at the Joie de Vivre, he’d never imagined he’d leave the place feeling different, changed by the experience. It was as if she’d taken a last invisible sort of virginity away from him when he’d least expected it. And even as he continued to feel sheepish and uncertain about the experience, his cock was half-hard again remembering it, recalling how utterly excited it had made her.

“Ready to take off?” he asked, opening his eyes to peer down into her lovely green ones.

She nodded softly. “Yeah, sure.” She reached for her bikini bottoms.

By the time they’d toweled off and started heading for the exit gate, she asked, “Are you mad at me?”

At first the question surprised him, but then he realized he