Key West (29 page)

“Spank me,” Amy said suddenly, making Carrie gasp.

Cole’s eyes lit with fire. “Are you a bad little girl?”

Amy issued another hearty nod. “
Very
bad. I keep sucking your cock in front of other people.”

“Bend over my knees,” he instructed.

Climbing onto the bench beside him, Amy lay across his lap, centering her round ass there.

Carrie pulled in her breath at the first slap of his hand. Amy’s cry was clearly one of pleasure rather than pain.

He slapped her ass harder, and Carrie almost felt it echo through her
own
body.

“More,” Amy insisted. “Spank me more!”

As Cole complied, delivering blow after passionate blow, the collective temperature on the boat seemed to rise and the hot sun had nothing to do with it. Amy yelled out at each smack of his hand until Carrie saw her ass turning red.

While spanking her, Cole brought his other hand up to her ass, as well, his fingers sinking into the crack where Carrie couldn’t quite see. Within a second, Amy’s cries turned whimpery and erratic and Carrie knew he must be rubbing her asshole, even as he continued spanking her.

Carrie watched his hand as more of it disappeared from sight and she knew he was pushing his fingers into the tight little fissure. The sight reminded her she’d seen Amy take a full dildo in that same hole. Amy’s breath was wild and ragged, her body writhing with uncontrolled motions as she sobbed with what appeared to be staggering pleasure. As Cole spanked her now, he clearly slid two fingers in and out of her ass, and Carrie could almost feel the insane joy of it herself, knowing how utterly arousing that could be.

When she glanced up, Chris looked equally as riveted by what he saw, and Shay’s hand now sank down into her bottoms, her eyes glazed as she watched.

“Fuck me,” Amy began to beg, breathless. “Please fuck me.”

“Not yet.” Cole’s voice sounded firm and commanding—only his eyes gave away the intensity of his excitement. “Stand up,” he demanded, withdrawing his fingers from her ass as he ceased the spanking. “On the bench,” he added. “Straddle my face so I can lick your hot pussy.”

Amy didn’t hesitate, hurrying to follow his instructions. Parting her legs across him, she gripped tight to the railing at her waist and bent her knees until her cunt pressed over his mouth.

Both of them let out moans at the first impact and without even considering it, Carrie slid her hand up Chris’s thigh, onto his erection, huge and hard beneath her palm.

She saw the heated reaction reshape his face into something feral.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” she whispered.

Drawing her into a kiss, his touch inched down her inner thigh, making her pussy crazy with want.

Across the boat, Amy fucked Cole’s face, rolling her hips so that her cunt met his mouth in a warm, sexy rhythm. She moaned with each impact, and as Carrie watched her ass undulate, she only wished she could see the scene from the other side.

She drew Chris into a hard, passionate kiss, firmly massaging his cock in time with Amy’s cries. He felt so incredibly big beneath her hand that she had to have more, so as they kissed, she tugged on his trunks, urging him to lift until, together, they pulled the shorts down, freeing his massive shaft. Carrie pulled in a deep breath when she saw it. It was so big that each time she got reacquainted with it felt almost new. She closed her fist around it, anxious to feel its width, its inherent power.

Only when Amy let out a sob did they look back up to see that Cole had just reinserted two fingers into her asshole again. Carrie went wet at the ultra-erotic sight of his big fingers moving in and out of the puckered fissure. Now Amy’s cries were back to being uncontrolled and wild, and Carrie watched intently, thinking how exciting it was to see Amy be pleasured so intensely that she’d become the most animalistic form of herself, clearly lost in the sensations and unable to reclaim any control so long as her clit and ass were being worked simultaneously. As she got more and more caught up in the action, Carrie ran her hand up and down Chris’s length, wanting desperately to suck him, to fuck him, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the other couple.

“Oh God!” Amy yelled. “Now! Now! Now!”

Carrie watched as Amy crashed her pussy into her husband’s face, yelling out with each stroke, and her own cunt pulsed as if it were
she
fucking Cole’s mouth. She held onto Chris’s cock tighter, feeling so hungry for him that she finally pulled her gaze away from Amy to sink her lips over the pink head of Chris’s shaft. The taste and moisture of his pre-come met her tongue, filling her with even more desire.

“Ah, angel baby,” she heard him moan above. “So good.”

Having Chris fill her mouth with that beautiful cock nearly made her forget Cole and Amy even existed. All she knew was the powerful fullness between her lips, pushing back toward her throat as she moved her mouth along his length. One of Chris’s hands tightened in her curls as the other began to warmly caress her ass through her swimsuit. Kneeling next to him, she wiggled her butt to let him know she liked the attention she was getting there.

“So fucking good, baby,” he breathed. “Mmm, suck me.”

She found herself wondering if Amy and Cole were watching and she hoped they were, suddenly all too aware of the forbidden heat of wanting an audience of her own. She wanted them to see her mouth sliding up and down, wanted them to see how skilled she was, how much she enjoyed taking him between her stretched lips.

“Is this a private party?”

Without releasing the cock from her mouth, she glanced up to find Shay, totally naked now, kneeling on the other side of Chris’s legs.

Yes
, she wanted to say.
He’s all mine
.

No
. That answer was somehow just as appealing. Because she wanted no limits—wanted to keep proving to herself and Chris that her sexuality had no bounds now.

She slowly rose up, freeing him from her lips. She held it out to Shay, like an offering. “Suck him. I want to watch you suck him.”

It was true. She again wanted to give him what was surely a man’s ultimate pleasure—two women at once.

Sitting up next to him, they both watched as Shay flashed a hot smile before lowering her mouth greedily over Chris’s giant cock. When he pulled in his breath, Carrie’s pussy spasmed with pleasure.
His
pleasure.

Across from them, Amy and Cole sat watching as they fondled one another, and Carrie’s cunt engorged even more, feeling certain now that they’d seen her sucking Chris. She returned her gaze to Shay’s hungry oral display—Chris’s dick disappearing into her mouth with each vigorous, sucking stroke. Carrie couldn’t help reaching down, wrapping her hand around his base, holding him up for Shay’s ministrations.

Then she pulled Chris into a kiss wet with tongues and fevered passion. He moaned into her mouth as Shay continued working him over, and when the kiss ended, he reached for one of her breasts, lifting it toward his lips. She rose to accommodate him, nearly melting with pleasure as he sucked her taut nipple firm and deep. He closed one hand around the breast he licked and suckled, pressing the thin chains of her bralette sensuously into her soft flesh; the other curled around her ass to stroke the back of her pussy through her bathing suit. When she felt stimulation on her clit, she knew before glancing down that it was Shay. Still vigorously working the cock in her mouth, she’d reached one hand out to stroke Carrie through her bottoms.

Part of her wanted to be appalled that she kept letting Shay get so intimate with her when all she really wanted was Chris, but she also couldn’t deny that pleasure was pleasure, and it was currently assaulting her from all directions. She moved her pussy against the touches, consumed by them, meeting Shay’s lithe fingers in front and Chris’s bigger, harder ones in back. Above, his tongue raked—at once rough and tender—across her swollen nipple to send frissons of electricity sparkling through her. She found herself closing her eyes, sinking, sinking, into the deep, hot abyss of sensation as her own moans mingled with Chris’s.

“Let’s get these off,” he murmured against her breast as he tugged at her bottoms.

Her breath coming in heavy rasps, Carrie pushed her bottoms toward her knees with Shay’s help. As soon as they were gone, Shay’s fingertips were buried in her slit, making her cry out. Chris’s fingers impaled her from the back, pushing up into her passage.

“Mmm, God,” she heard herself moan as Shay’s middle finger moved back and forth over her clit while Chris finger-fucked her. “Mmm, yes.” She could come so easily now. And when Chris’s mouth closed back over her nipple, pulling hard, she toppled—that fast—gripping onto the bench behind her for support as the orgasmic waves washed through her, forcing her eyes shut as she thrust her pussy against the probing fingers, her breast against Chris’s hungry mouth. “Oh, yes! Yes! Unh…” She whimpered and moaned as she rode out the climax, lost to the sensations, lost to her body for what seemed an incredibly long time.

And when it finally began to wane, she started getting excited all over again—that fast. Because Chris and Shay never lessened their touches, working her pussy even as her spasms eased. Because she knew Amy and Cole were watching her—soaking up every nuance of her pleasure. When she glanced over at them, she found Amy next to Cole on the seat, legs spread wide as Cole rammed his fingers into her parted pink lips—but both of their gazes rested on her.

She couldn’t help dropping her gaze back to Amy’s cunt, so slick and open for them all. Like her, Amy appeared utterly aroused, despite a recent orgasm. As Cole’s fingers moved in and out of her, she reached down to delicately pet her clit. And as Carrie sank down into Chris’s sweet embrace, Amy’s attentions turned back to herself. “Fuck me now?” she asked her husband, sounding needy.

“I
am
fucking you.”

She glanced down at his fingers. “No, with your cock, baby. I need it.”

Carrie understood that need all too well, but now that she’d come, she was able to push her desires aside, at least for the moment, and get back to watching her friends. And as exhaustion from her orgasm set in, she let herself settle to the deck on her stomach, lying alongside Chris, one knee looped up over his. On the other side of Chris, Shay settled in a similar position, but turned to her side, propping her head in her hand, allowing her to watch either couple she chose. She bent one knee, causing her pussy to part, and as Chris reached out with one hand to gently stroke Shay’s pink folds, he used the other to perform the same soft, gentle touches on Carrie.

So sated now that not one thought of jealousy swam in her mind, she spread her legs farther to give him easier access, watching as Amy positioned herself on her hands and knees on the bench across from them. Her body made a lovely curving profile.

“Hurry, baby,” she said impatiently, and Carrie realized Cole was stooping to the deck, digging in the beach bag they’d brought on board.

Finally, he pulled out a purple cylinder that looked much like the smallest vibrator Chris had bought for her, and he returned to the bench, positioning himself behind her. “Which cock do you want?” he teased, sliding the smooth purple rod along the crack of her ass. “This one?” He replaced the vibrator with his enormous erection, rubbing against her. “Or this one?”

She wiggled against him, letting out a sound of frustration. “You, Cole. You know I want
you
.”

Casting a wicked smile of satisfaction, he wedged the toy between the bench cushions below them and used his hand to steady his cock at her entrance. He plunged into her with a thrust that made her cry out.

“You wanted it,” he reminded her in a near growl.

“I
still
want it,” she said, her teeth clenched now. “Give me more.”

“Are you sure your pussy can take it?” he said, and Carrie 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.