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Authors: Lacey Alexander

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With that, she glanced over to see if Shay had any reaction and—oh my God! Shay was lying there next to her
topless
! She couldn’t squelch her gasp.

Shay opened her eyes as Carrie sat up, stunned. Her lips spread into a thin smile. “What?”

“I just…didn’t realize you’d taken your top off, that’s all.”

Shay let out a full-bodied laugh. “I don’t like tan lines, so as soon as we get out to sea by ourselves, I always take it off.”

Carrie was beginning to understand exactly how Chris could end up having casual sex with Shay. Envy warred with a hint of arousal as she studied the other woman. Her medium-sized breasts were as round and pretty as Carrie had suspected, her hard nipples a lovely, dark shade of rose that complemented the tan skin surrounding them. “How do you keep from getting tan lines when you have your top
on
, like on the snorkeling trips?”

“I put on sunscreen on those days, but don’t when I have it off.”

Carrie supposed if you lived in the sun that eventually you wouldn’t need protection from it.

“If I start getting lines, I adjust. I don’t have any right now, do I?” she asked, reaching up to cup her breasts.

Carrie shook her head. “No.” Although the word came out sounding weak, and she realized Shay’s near nudity
was
intimidating her—the one thing she hadn’t wanted to let happen.

Without warning, Shay reached over and pulled down the edge of Carrie’s leopard print bottoms slightly. Carrie tried her damnedest not to flinch.

Shay studied her for a second, then said, “You’re getting a decent tan yourself, but why don’t you take your top off, too, and go home with an
all-over
tan?”

Was it a challenge, to see if she would? Carrie didn’t know. And a couple of days ago, she couldn’t have imagined any scenario that would have her taking off her top on a boat, but the
Party Barge
had changed that. Feeling daring, she said, “All right.”

When she reached up to undo the tie behind her neck, Shay pulled the one on her back. As the bikini top fell away, her pussy tingled hotly. She tried to act cool as she set the top aside and lay back on her towel to close her eyes.

“Pretty tits,” Shay whispered in that tone Carrie didn’t know how to interpret.

Not sure if she was supposed to reply, she didn’t.

A quiet moment later, a wet hand boldly caressed her breast—a hand too small to belong to Chris—and she jerked her eyes open. “What…?” she gasped, uncertain of her question.

“We don’t want them to burn, do we?” Shay asked, and Carrie realized the other girl was applying sunscreen to her breasts. To her surprise, she didn’t push her hand away or ask her to stop.

The truth was, she didn’t know what to do, and couldn’t define her own feelings. Was she letting Shay massage lotion into her breasts because to deny her would be to fail some challenge, to say she was afraid to let a girl touch her? Or was it because ever since the
Party Barge
, she’d felt a new awareness around attractive women, wondering what it would be like to touch them, kiss them, as so many girls had done after indulging in the rum punch? Did she want to know how it would feel? Or did she
already
know? Because her breasts rippled with pleasure under Shay’s sure caresses, shooting a new sort of pleasure to her cunt.

She felt uncertain as the sensations wafted warmly through her body, and just when she was beginning to wonder where Chris was, she glanced behind them to find he sat only a few yards away, lounging leisurely at the helm, watching. He looked totally enraptured, his eyes gleaming with slow heat. That was all she needed—his pleasure. If he wanted it, that was reason enough to let it happen. She closed her eyes.

After what seemed a long while of Shay’s willowy fingers massaging each of Carrie’s breasts, her touch disappeared, and her voice came in a sexy whisper near Carrie’s ear. “There. They’re all nice and protected now.”

She didn’t answer, but her pussy clenched.

A few minutes later, she heard Chris moving around the boat and glanced up, propping on her elbows. He glanced over and said, “I’m dropping the anchor.” Carrie took the opportunity to look around them. In the distance, a few small islands dotted the seascape, but other than that, they were surrounded by vast turquoise waters on all sides. A few sails and masts shone far away, but for the most part, they were alone.

Chris eased down behind her, crossing his legs and gently lifting her head into his lap. Bending over, he delivered a soft kiss to her lips as he reached out to cup her breasts. “You look so hot,” he whispered before sitting back up, tweaking her nipples lightly between his fingertips.

The compliment made her glad she’d been bold enough to shed her top, and that fast, she wanted him. She
always
wanted him—every moment since the second they’d met—but the urge rising inside her now felt delicious and dangerous, forbidden. Because she suddenly didn’t care that Shay was there—all she cared about was the overwhelming desire to suck his cock.

She’d never been that passionate about oral sex with Jon—she’d liked it well enough, but never craved it. With Chris, though, ever since she’d first seen his massive shaft, she seemed to always want it in her mouth.

Reaching over her head, she pressed her palm against his shorts. The rock-solid erection she found sent darts of arousal all through her. Mmm, yes, she had to have it in her mouth—now. Rolling over, she began working at the opening of his khaki-green shorts, her movements steady and sure. The moment she pulled down his underwear and freed his cock, she moved in, delivering a long lick up its side.

“Ah, baby,” he said, his voice low and raspy.

She sucked in her breath at his very size. Not that she’d forgotten, but he was so big that his cock seemed to leave her breathless every time she saw it. She bestowed more long, languid licks up his length as if he were a very tall—and delicious—ice cream cone.

She became aware at some point that Shay had turned on her side to watch, and Carrie’s pussy rippled with excitement as she rose onto her knees, bending to take his cockhead into her mouth. “Mmm,” she said, thrilled with the way he stretched her lips.

Above her, she heard Chris’s slow, heavy sighs as she began moving her mouth up and down on him. “So good, angel,” he murmured, letting one hand glide through her hair. “So good.”

When she heard Shay emit a sound that was half sigh-half moan, she shifted her gaze to the other woman, without ever altering her ministrations to Chris’s long rod. Shay leisurely massaged one of her breasts, her gaze on Carrie. She’d not anticipated how erotic it would feel to make eye contact with Shay while her lips wrapped snug around Chris’s cock.

“Keep going, sweets,” she urged, her eyes glassy with lust. “Keep sucking that big cock.”

Carrie let her eyes fall shut, let the hot sun overhead beat warm on her back as she listened to the wind in the sails and the slap of waves against the boat. Sea salt filled the air that also seemed spiced with sensuality. Each sensation added to the swell in her bikini bottoms as she worked over Chris’s tremendous erection.

“Ah, baby,” he purred as she went down on him as deeply as possible, taking in more than half of his long, wide shaft. She held him there, deep in her mouth, the tip of his cock touching her throat, for a long still moment, to let him feel it as much as she did. Then she pulled back, releasing him with a swirling lick around the tip.

“Nice,” Shay whispered. A glance in her direction revealed one hand twirling her dark pink nipple between thumb and forefinger, and the other inside her bathing suit, stroking her pussy. She stared Carrie in the eye. “Want to share?”

Carrie definitely didn’t want to share—she wanted Chris all for herself. But she also couldn’t help taking Shay’s request as another sexual challenge.
Are you secure enough with him to share him? Are you bold enough to have a three-way?

“Sure,” she said softly, still holding Chris’s dick in her hand. He drew in his breath at her answer and when she gazed into his eyes, they were filled with more unadulterated heat than she’d ever seen in them before.

Shay ran her hand up Chris’s thigh. “Why don’t you stand up, baby, so we can both reach you?”

Chris wasted no time pushing to his feet, letting his shorts fall to the deck. He peeled his loose white tank top over his head and tossed it aside, so that Carrie found herself gazing admiringly up at his naked body, so tan and muscular and chiseled, his cock downright majestic from this new lower angle as it stretched up onto his stomach.

She knelt on one side of his dick as Shay rose to her knees on the other. She cast Carrie a small, sexy smile as they both moved in to lick paths up opposite sides of his shaft.

“Ah, God, yes,” he murmured, gazing down on them.

Was it the first time he’d ever been with two girls at once? Carrie didn’t think so, but there was still no doubt he was wildly aroused. As she and Shay continued licking his hard column, it reminded her of the two girls on the party boat who’d shared one banana this way. Even that had been oddly stimulating, but this was way more erotic than any banana. She instantly found the act of sharing his immense cock with another woman far more exciting and pleasurable than she could have predicted.

Together, she and Shay found a silent rhythm for pleasing him. When Carrie began to let her tongue swirl in curving trails over him, Shay did the same. When Carrie rose up to lick a large dot of semen off the tip of his shaft before sliding her lips down over it, Shay moved lower, licking his balls and taking them one by one into her mouth.

Above them, Chris moaned and groaned and occasionally cursed beneath his breath, his intense pleasure lifting Carrie’s arousal with each passing second.

Her lips felt pleasantly wet and swollen when she eased back down to lick his silky steel length again. She closed her eyes, fully into her task, licking up his side, then the front, dragging her tongue in wide paths in hopes he would feel it more that way. A peek revealed that Shay had released his balls and rejoined her, her tongue busily toiling away on him, too. “Mmm, God,” he moaned above them, his hands playing in their hair, massaging their scalps as they worked.

Carrie’s eyes dropped shut again—the cock beneath her tongue making her pussy pulse with need. He was so big—in her mouth, not to mention in her cunt. Which was where she wanted him soon.

Just then, something new touched her tongue, something wet. A fresh bolt of lightning struck directly between her thighs, although she kept her eyes shut, a little afraid of what she’d see.

Continuing to lick him, the sensation came again—light, inviting. Making her cunt flinch. Was it…?

She opened her eyes to find her tongue touching Shay’s. Together, they licked the front of Chris’s erection even as their tongues caressed each other.

“God, that’s hot,” Chris murmured, and she knew he wasn’t talking about what was happening to his cock.

Old instincts told Carrie to pull away from the long, languid French kiss.

But
new
instincts told her to do what she’d been doing with
everything
lately—let it happen. Thrill Chris with it. Experience it and see how it feels.

So she licked at Shay’s tongue with Chris’s hot gaze on her, feeling her pussy expand within her bikini bottoms. As the kiss deepened, Shay reached up and cupped Carrie’s breast, massaging gently, making her surge with moisture below.

Chris eased down to his knees, watching them, reaching out to caress. As one of his hands eased down onto Shay’s ass, he used the other to fondle Carrie’s free breast, stroking his thumb across the turgid nipple. Involuntarily, Carrie thrust her breasts deeper into both their hands. The brushes from Chris’s thumb sent trails of fire straight to her cunt and Shay’s slightly more harsh caress made her feel wildly responsive, wanting to grab every thrill available to her.

By the time her long tongue kiss with Shay ended, her pussy felt fiery hot, needy, pulsing relentlessly in her bikini. When she looked at Chris, she knew he read the passion in her eyes. Lifting his hand to the back of her neck, he drew her in for a rough kiss that only whetted her appetite for more.

“Is your pussy hot?” he whispered near her ear.

She nodded softly, pent-up desire leaving her unable to speak.

Landing another quick, hard kiss on her swollen lips, he 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.

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