by Tyler, Paige
“Shawna, you need to stop swallowing that cock right now or your best friend in the world is going to end up with one hell of an inferiority complex.”
Shawna pulled back, letting Clay's wet cock pop out of her mouth as she looked curiously at Britt. “What do you mean?”
Her friend’s only answer was an arched a brow in Clay’s direction.
Shawna turned back to Clay. He was standing there with his eyes closed and a rather happy smile on his face. He must have realized they were both staring at him because he looked down at them.
“Wow,” was all he said.
“Wow, is right,” Britt said. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
Shawna frowned. “Do what?”
Now she was really confused. She hadn't done anything special that she was aware of.
Britt shook her head. “Maybe you didn't notice that really big cock you were busy deep throating, but I did.”
“You mean trying to deep throat him,” Shawna corrected.
“Trying?” Britt grinned. “Girl, that was more than trying. That was doing.”
Shawna shook her head. “He's way too big. I could get hardly any of him down. Certainly not enough to give you a complex or anything. I'm sure you can do better.”
“I wouldn't even try to do what you just did. If I did, I'd probably hurt myself.” Britt’s gaze was appraising. “Trust me, getting half of Clay down your throat is an accomplishment.”
Shawna blinked. “Really?”
“You don't have to take my word for it,” Britt said. “Ask Clay.”
Shawna tilted her head back to look up at Clay. He grinned down at her. “Britt’s right. You did great. Better than great. I've never had a woman even try to do what you just did. Needless to say, I won't complain if you want to keep doing it.”
Well, damn. She hadn't really thought she was doing that well. It was a fantastic ego boost to know she could do something Britt couldn't.
Shawna licked her lips, eager to give both Clay and Britt another demonstration of her apparently above average deep throating talents, but her friend chose that moment to point out that Shawn needed to share now.
“Uh-uh. My turn. You need to let me at him for a while, before that mouth of yours has him popping his cork.”
Clay shook his head. “You don't have to worry about me coming too soon.”
“Oh, please!” Britt laughed. “I saw the way your eyes rolled up into the back of your head when she took you deep. Five minutes of that and you'd be a goner for sure—before I even had a chance to get a nibble.”
Feeling pretty magnanimous now that her oral prowess had been placed on such a high pedestal, Shawna shuffled aside to give her friend room. Britt eagerly scooted over to position herself in front of Clay, then reached up to grip his shaft.
Shawna watched captivated as Britt's tongue tenderly trailed through the pearl of pre-cum on the tip. She left behind a thin string of clear liquid that stretched for several seconds before snapping and leaving a sexy trace of moisture on her friend's chin.
Shawna stifled a moan. Oh damn, that was so hot. The urge to reach out and wipe that liquid from Britt’s chin was only matched by the desire to slide her hand in her jeans so she could play with her suddenly very excited clit.
In the end, she did neither. She was too interested in watching Britt. Her friend moaned as she savored the taste of Clay’s essence, then swooped forward to wrap her lips around the entire head of his penis. From Clay's sudden intake of breath, Shawna suspected Britt's tongue was probably doing fast laps round and round in her mouth. While she showed a whole lot of love to his cock, she didn’t attempt to deep throat him. Apparently, Britt had been telling the truth about that not being her forte. Not that Clay seemed to mind. He groaned low in his throat as Britt rubbed her hand up and down his shaft in rapid counterpoint to the movement of her mouth.
Shawna couldn't believe how amazing it was watching Britt work. Had her friend felt the same watching her? She could only hope.
But just as Shawna settled in to get comfortable for the show, Britt popped Clay out of her mouth and pointed his cock in her direction. “Your turn.”
Okay, so she’d watch Britt work her magic later. “Thanks.”
Shawna reached out to get a grip on Clay, but Britt waved her off. “I got him. You just focus on using that mouth of yours.”
Her arousal ratcheted up a few notches at the intimate gesture. Wiggling closer, she placed her hands on Clay’s thighs and took him in her mouth. There was something extremely sexy about letting Britt do the heavy lifting so-to-speak, while she concentrated on pleasuring Clay. Especially since she could see Britt watching intently from just inches away. And her friend was definitely getting turned on watching her go down on Clay. Britt must really have wanted to see her take him deep again, because she was nice enough to bend his very hard shaft down a bit more so the angle would be just right for her to swallow him. Shawna didn't want to disappoint Britt, not after such a considerate deed, so she took a deep breath and surged forward letting the tip of his cock settle comfortably against the back of her throat. Then she relaxed completely and pushed a little more. Clay was even harder than he'd been a few minutes ago, which made it more difficult, but since she had audience, she was trying harder than usual.
The sensation of Clay cock going deeper in her throat was as thrilling as always, plus some. Clay let out a groan.
“How the hell do you do that?” Britt whispered.
Shawna smiled around Clay's cock—a feat in itself—then bobbed up and down on him a few more times, making sure to deep throat him for her appreciative audience. When she was done, she gave him a few licks with her tongue to clean up any dribbles, then lifted her head to look to Britt.
“I could give you some lessons, if you like.”
“That sounds like a great idea to me.” Clay grinned. “Consider me completely at your disposal for all your training needs.”
Britt laughed. “Yeah. I bet you're all about having me practice swallowing your cock.”
He chuckled. “I'm a giver like that.”
Shawna giggled. “I'm serious about those lessons, Britt. If you're really interested in learning, I'll try and show you.”
She was completely psyched about the idea of teaching Britt how to deep throat Clay. It’d be a great way to pay her friend back for helping talk her into such an awesome experience.
“That sounds like something I’d enjoy. And we both know Clay’s up for it.” Britt gave him a wink. “But maybe we can put that on the back burner for now? I have a few more uses in mind for this stiff cock of his first. I'm sure you do, too.”
Shawna was disappointed, but understood where Britt was coming from. She loved sucking a guy off, and giving blowjob tips to Britt sounded just as fun. But a cock like this was meant to be buried in pussy—hers and Britt's.
“Rain check it is.” She grinned. “So, what do you have in mind instead?”
“Do I get a say in this discussion?” Clay asked.
“No,” she and Britt said in unison.
Laughing, Britt leaned in and took another taste of Clay's cock, then stood up. She pulled Shawna to her feet, then stood there with her finger on her chin, regarding the rigid cock in front of them with thoughtful interest.
Shawna was equally torn. What should they do first? Or was it second? She supposed their cock-sucking session counted as act one on this evening's entertainment schedule. But as urgent as she was to get on with act two, she decided to patiently await Britt's decision. Her friend was uniquely qualified to take lead in this naughty game of theirs.
While Britt made her devious plans, Clay took the opportunity to step out of the jeans that were bunched around his ankles. He flashed them a grin as he kicked them aside. “I have some plans on what I'd like to do. If you're in a quandary, I mean.”
“That's okay. I think we got this. But don't worry. You'll enjoy what I have in mind.” Britt smiled at Shawna. “I think it'
s time we get a certain part of your anatomy acquainted with Clay's tongue—and I don't mean your mouth.”
The naughty expression on her friend's face told Shawna exactly which part of her anatomy Britt was referring to. Since they’d just finished getting Clay as hard as Chinese calculus, she assumed they’d move onto intercourse. Which would have suited her fine. But at the thought of getting her pussy licked, she was ready to put straight sex on the back burner for now.
She smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
Clay’s dark eyes turned molten. “I couldn't agree more.”
Gaze locked with hers, Clay nudged her backward toward the bed. Once she sat, he pushed her onto her back and unbuckled her belt.
She pushed herself up on her elbows. “I could help.”
He flashed her a grin as he yanked every button on her jeans open at the same time. “You could, but what fun would that be?”
Shawna laughed as he wiggled her jeans over her hips. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught Britt watching. “You sure you don't mind if I go first?”
Britt smiled and climbed on the bed beside her. “Mind? Hell, no! As long as you don't mind me touching myself when I get excited?”
Shawna watched breathlessly as Britt tugged her snug jeans over those curvy hips of hers. The idea that her friend would be right there on the bed, playing with herself while Clay licked her dizzy? The image brought a moan to her lips. She didn’t care how kinky it was, she couldn't wait to see her friend playing with herself.
It turned into a race to see if Clay could get her jeans off before Britt could get her own off. Clay won, but it wasn't for lack of trying on Britt's part—she went at her denims like a woman possessed. But Clay had a head start, so Shawna’s jeans were the first to go flying across the room.
Shawna was torn between watching Clay slide his hands up her naked thighs toward her pussy and watching Britt slip off her panties. She wasn't sure what it said about her, but she ended up peeking more at what Britt was doing than Clay.
The other woman was amazing. Sure, Britt definitely had a nice body—Shawna didn't have to be attracted to women to realize that—but what really struck her was the complete lack of self-consciousness Britt displayed as the last shred of her clothing came off. She couldn't help but admire her friend for her confidence. That confidence seemed to be wearing off on Shawna, because she didn't even hesitate when Clay's fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties. She simply lifted her ass and made it easy for him to slowly slide them down her legs.
Once the scrap of fabric was gone, Clay firmly grabbed her ankles and gently spread her legs. Shawna’s breath hitched. There was something so freaking arousing about the way his eyes went all hungry as she was completely exposed to his gaze. She didn't have to look down to know he was getting an eye full of very wet pussy. She’d felt the sodden material of her panties against her skin as he'd dragged them off.
“Mmm,” Clay moaned, and she thrilled at the blatant appreciation in his eyes. Nice to know he thought she looked yummy. “That is one beautiful pussy you have there, babe.” He spread her legs even wider. “Anyone ever tell you that?”
Okay, that made her blush, especially since Britt was leaning in to confirm Clay's opinion.
“Um, no. You'd be the first.”
“I'll be the second then,” Britt said. The long, appraising look she took brought goose bumps to Shawna’s skin. “I don't even lean that way and I think you're beautiful.”
Shawna wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about—she'd always figured one pussy was pretty much like the next. She pushed up on her elbows and looked down at herself. It wasn't hard since Clay had her legs spread about as wide as they would go.
She was even wetter than she thought she'd be. Her lips and the light coating of fur to either side of her pussy was soaking wet. She had good reason to be excited. She'd been in a continuous state of arousal for the past few hours, after all. In fact, her pussy lips were plumper than she'd ever seen them. Her clit was definitely making an appearance as well. It was poking out of her folds as if begging for attention. So, maybe she could understand why Clay and Britt had complimented her pussy. She looked seriously sexy if she did say so herself.
Clay pushed her knees toward her chest, forcing her to lie back on the bed again. She instinctively wrapped her hands around her thighs to help keep her legs in position. She caught movement on the other side of the room and realized it was their reflection in the mirrored doors of Clay's closet. She gazed at the image, mesmerized by it. Clay kneeled on the bed above her, his cock almost in line with her pussy. If she didn't know better, she’d think he was about to fuck her. It looked so damn hot.
Behind her, she could clearly see Britt watching the action. Their eyes met in the mirror for a second and her friend smiled. Shawna returned her grin, a tear coming to her eyes. This was turning into the most amazing night of her life, and her best friend in the world was here to share it with her. Hell, her friend was the reason it was happening.
Shawna was so locked up in the emotion of the moment she didn't realize Clay had worked himself into position between her legs until she felt the touch of warm lips against her inner thigh. She looked down in time to see him gently bury his face in her wetness. For a moment, she was embarrassed by how truly wet she was—his face was going to be a sticky mess. That concern passed quickly as her body shuddered under the butterfly-light flutterings of his tongue along her folds. Oh God, that felt good.
Her head fell back and her fingers clenched into her legs as Clay traced his tongue up toward her clit and circled the plump nub. He was aware enough to know she was already excited as hell and that he didn't need to slowly get her fires going. If anything, he needed to go carefully so she wouldn't explode before she had time to appreciate his talents.
But Britt had been right. Clay was damn amazing with that tongue. He played her like a fine instrument, making her whole body tremble with pleasure, but not pushing her toward orgasm too quickly. His hands rested on the inside of each thigh, putting enough pressure there to keep her legs spread wide and her pussy open for him, but never so much that he hurt her. His tongue never stopped moving, but it also never moved too quickly. It simply traced a pattern from one perfect location to another, layering one incredible sensation on top of the last, like an artist applying paint to a masterpiece. He probably could have made her come any time he wanted to, she was that excited—both by the skill of his tongue and the eroticism of the situation. But he seemed to purposely be holding her back so she could enjoy herself for a bit longer.
When she heard moaning, she barely realized she was the one making such sexy sounds. Had she ever voiced her pleasure like that during sex?
But then a second sound intruded upon her senses, interrupting her thoughts. Maybe intruding wasn't really the right word. Harmonizing was a better term. Like someone murmuring softly in time with her moans. Knowing it must be Britt, she opened her eyes and looked at her friend.
Britt was lying beside her so close they were almost touching. Her friend's gaze was locked on the scene between Shawna's legs, clearly transfixed by the hunky Clay casually lapping at her pussy. Britt's dark eyes were glazed with the same lust Shawna was sure must be in her own.
Shawna looked from Britt to Clay, then back to Britt again. Britt’s fingers were on her clit, making little circles. Shawna had never watched a woman play with herself—it was far sexier than she would have imagined.
All the things she was seeing, thinking and feeling suddenly combined to do something exceptional—they started the orgasm she thought was still several minutes away. But the visual was the most erotic thing Shawna had ever seen in her life, so it made sense it had a major impact.
Her climax didn't explode through her like it usually did. Instead, it washed over her like a gentle wave, rocking her back and forth. Her head dropped back on the bed, her body went limp, and she moaned over and over as she rode it out.
Beside her, Britt's raspy
murmurs changed pitch, and Shawna opened her eyes to see her friend lying there with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Her right hand was a blur between her thighs, her middle and ring finger doing rapid circles on her clit.
Britt was coming at the same time she was. How erotic was that?
Chapter Five
Britt hadn't planned to make herself come. But she couldn't help it. Watching Clay lick Shawna to a body-rocking orgasm had turned her inside out. Hell, the whole evening had been one long, continuous foreplay session. She should probably be congratulating herself for having the willpower not to diddle her clit to half a dozen climaxes.
It was been hard enough when Clay had shoved Shawna back up against the wall and sucked her nipples until they stood up like thimbles. And when both of them had dropped to their knees side by side to blow him? It had taken everything in her not to sneak her hands down her jeans for a quick rub-a-dub on the nub. She'd only been able to control herself at that point because she had to focus on the tongue bath she'd been giving Clay's cock. After that little deep-throat demonstration her apparently not-so-sexually-innocent friend had given, she didn't want Clay to think she didn't measure up. Of course, she'd been beyond thrilled at what Shawna could do with her mouth. Actually, she'd been turned on as hell. Which was why it wasn't surprising that when all three of them finally got stretched out on the bed naked, her fingers had naturally ended up on her clit—a horny cowgirl could only hold out so long.
But even while she'd started rubbing herself, she swore she was just going to mess around with her clit. No coming, period. However, watching Shawna get her pussy licked had totally destroyed her resolve.
She was going to need a long, private conversation with her horse Dippin' Dots to get her head around all the crazy thoughts currently whipping around her head. Because regardless of any sexual leanings she’d ever felt, Britt couldn't deny she was totally turned on by seeing Shawna’s smoking hot, naked body—especially that very wet pussy. If she didn't know better, she’d think she was sexually attracted to her best friend. She wasn't quite ready to go there, but if she were, her friend had a body that could definitely make her consider batting for the other team.
