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24 Hours Ch. 01

By: sfcitydom



As she lay sleeping, in one powerful moment he wraps his hand across her mouth like duct tape and plunges his cock deep into her. As his weight presses into her, she is startled awake. He can tell she is confused, surprised, and wet. He wraps his hand with her hair as if he was riding a bull and he leans in and whispers:

"Good morning my love."

He had awakened her in this manner many times before, however, today it would be different. He will challenge her submission and devotion.

"There will be no need for clothes or words for you today. You will serve me to whatever end I desire. I can read your body and your eyes. Your submission will be your gag and your devotion will be your clothes. You will do nothing without my permission." 

He feels her tighten around his cock as he delivers his plan for the day.

"You have only this one chance to refuse my request. After that you will be my property until the morning comes. You have one of two words to choose. 'Yes,' which will be your last for 24 hours, or 'No,' to start your day."

As he's fucked her, he has repositioned her on her hands and knees. . He knows her responses and body as well as she does and can tell that she is close to coming. With his cock hard and deep into her, he asks, 

"What is your answer?" 

He pulls her upright by the hair and releases his hand from her mouth as she begins to come.

"Yyeesssss" explodes from her with spit and snot and tears as if cum from his cock.

He replaces his hand over her mouth and slows his thrusting. He can feel her contracting as the orgasm fades within her.

"Very good. My girl."

He pushes her flat to the bed with his body and turns her head to the right. She has that sub smile. The one you can't slap off. That smirk of being owned and used and safe and protected.

"It is cold and rainy. What better way to spend a Saturday than naked in silence, serving your dominant?"

"Rule 1. The following rules stand for twenty four hours unless otherwise instructed."

"Rule 2. No words. If I need to ask you a question, you will be able to answer it with a nod of your head."

"Rule 3. You will do nothing without me telling you to do it."

"Rule 4. You will stay near me at all times."

"Rule 5. Where I walk, you will crawl."

"Rule 6. If I shut a door between us, you will lay at the threshold and wait for my return."

"Rule 7. When I am seated, you will kneel at my feet."

"Rule 8. I will control your use of the bathroom."

"Rule 9. No outside contact. If anyone calls for you, I will take a message. You can return their calls tomorrow."

"Rule 10. I can hand you out to anyone I choose."

He feels her tense up with this last statement. Nevertheless, her smile broadens with his words. Now his thrusting quickens as he comes in her. He rarely gives his cum in this manner. She usually wears it or tastes it.

"I want you to keep my cum in you. I will check later to see that you held it. Now go to the bathroom. You have ten minutes to be alone. I suggest you brush your teeth and use the toilet."

She gets out of the bed and begins to walk to the bathroom.

"All fours please. You may stand while in the bathroom. I want your ass in the air, and remember, keep my cum."

She quickly drops to her hands and knees and crawls like the animal he loves. There is nothing more hypnotic than a woman's ass when she is on all fours. As she crosses the threshold of the bathroom she stands, switches on the light, and reaches to close the door.

"Leave the door open. You have ten minutes."

She steps out of view, and he hears the toilet seat go down. 

"I am listening," he yells to her, and he hears her stomp her feet. "Does stomping your feet help you pee or keep my cum?"

He hears the tinkling sound of her peeing and soon the flush of the toilet. She appears in the mirror on the bathroom. She brushes out her hair and puts it in a ponytail. If she only knew, how much he loves her. Can she ever know? 

"You have five minutes left."

She washes her face and begins to brush her teeth. He gets up from his bed and walks to the bathroom as she finishes up. He stands behind her and looks at her in the mirror as he presses his body into hers. Embracing her, he pulls her in tight against his skin and pulls her head back, kisses her, and slides his tongue against hers. As he pulls back from their kiss, he slides a finger into her pussy and one into her mouth.

"I love your holes. Looking at them, fucking them, probing them, slapping them, and coming in them. Step back please."

She steps back and be grabs her by the hair, in close and tight to the scalp and lowers her face to the sink. As he grasps her hair, he holds her down with his forearm across her back and parts her legs with his feet and begins spanking her ass. 

"Remember, hold my cum. I will be checking shortly"

He starts slowly and softly, switching cheeks, and then building harder and harder. Right in the sweet spot neither thigh nor ass. Her ass begins to turn red.

"Now lets check to see if my cum is still in you."

With his free hand, he slides two fingers into her. She is wet. 

"Ah, yes." 

He removes his fingers from her and pulls her into a standing position.

"Legs together and turn to me." 

She complies and faces him. He pulls her head back by the hair, which opens her neck to him. Leaning in he begins kissing, biting, and sucking on her neck. He takes his cum soaked fingers, probes her mouth deeply, and tells her to suck them clean. She sucks his fingers as if they were his cock and it feels almost as good. With this simple sucking, he feels his cock harden.

"Please, kneel with your back against the wall, adjacent to the toilet." 

She complies and he stands just inches from her face and pisses into the toilet. He can see she is watching his cock. Knowing she will take his cock anytime and anywhere, he feels empowered. He reaches down and strokes her hair and face.

"Look up. Fuck, you're beautiful. I love you. You are my favorite toy, my greatest pleasure, and my most cherished friend. I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiles and presses her cheek into his palm. He takes her hand, helps her to her feet, pulls her in tight to him, reaches down, and squeezes her ass.

"It is time for my shower. Please turn the water on." 

She readies his shower as he brushes his teeth. 

"We can make this quick. While I wash my upper body, you can wash my lower half and pay attention to my cock and balls. There is a good chance you will be spending some time with them today." 

She smiles.

He steps into the shower. "Come on in." She steps in. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." She complies. He puts his cock in her mouth. "I don't want to come. I just want it in your mouth as I shower."

He leans his head back into the water stream and soaps up his hair. He fells her struggle to keep his cock in her mouth. He hands her the bottle of soap and washrag.

"Here. Wash my balls and ass with my cock in your mouth."

She takes the soap and washcloth from him and leans forward on her knees. She squeezes soap on the washcloth, reaches around, and washes his ass. Then she washes his balls.

"Gentle"

He catches her slowly stroking his cock with her mouth and tells her not to even try. She obediently stops. 

"Now wash my legs and feet and don't tickle me."

She puts more soap on the washrag and lathers up his legs. She has always told him how much she loves his legs. 

He removes his cock from her mouth. "Now wash my cock." He puts the soap in the palm of her hand and she glides it across his hard cock. 

"Sweetheart. Clean it. Don't jack it."

With the shower nozzle, he rinses all the soap from his hair and body, and places his cock back into her mouth.

He steps back, and she follows with his cock in her mouth and with the shower stream landing on her shoulders, he reaches down, removes the scruchy from her hair, and squirts shampoo onto her head and he begins to wash her hair. He piles her hair on top of her head, making sure it is well soaped.

"Keep my cock in your mouth, close your eyes and lean your head back a bit."

He begins rinsing her hair, slowly pushing the pile off her head and down her back, straightening it out with the shower stream. 

"Put out your hand."

He squirts soap into her hand.

"Wash your pussy very well. I may want to go down on you later, and you never know, maybe someone will stop by. And don't masturbate! Just wash."

She takes her soapy hand and washes her pussy. As she does this he squirts soap all over her shoulders, tits, and down her back and he tells her to wash the rest of her body and to keep his cock in her mouth

He pulls his cock from her and tells her to stand. She complies, and he proceeds with rinsing her body. "Turn to your right please." When he is done, and she is facing him, he steps in, kissing her as he adjusts the shower nozzle to slow, pulsing massage, and directs it at her pussy.

"I hate the taste of soap."

She jumps as the water hits her.

He tells her to turn, get on all fours, and face away from him. As she complies, he positions himself to the other end of the shower and sits cross-legged on the shower floor, where he can scrutinize her ass and pussy peeking between her legs. He adjusts the shower spray to a fine mist, sprays her back, and slowly directs it to her ass and pussy. The spray is light, gentle, and warm. He moves the spray up and down, along her ass and pussy.

"I know you have masturbated with this thing before. I want your ass higher."

With her ass high in the air, he adjusts the spray to a slow pulse and covers two of the three streams, giving him more control over his aim. He directs the stream at her asshole. The stream strikes cause her asshole to contract with the rhythm of the pulses. He slowly lowers the stream to her pussy lips. Then slowly, very slowly to her clit.

As the pulses of water strike her clit, her lips contract inward. He moves the stream up and down her lips, stopping for a moment at her clit. He asks if she would like to cum and reminds her not to use words. She quickly nods yes. 

"Only when I give you permission."

He slowly increases the pulse of the stream while keeping the movement along her lips steady. With the pulse at its max, he knows she can easily come if he desires it. 

"Are you ready to come?"

She nods yes.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods yes.

"I want you to come for me. Now!"

As he grants her permission, he quickly turns off the hot water off and the stream is instantly cold. He can tell by her reaction that the cold water has washed away her orgasm.

Suddenly from her mouth "Fuck"

"What!" he exclaims, and turns the shower back to spray and starts spraying her with the cold water. "What did you say?"

He can tell by her body language that she realizes she has made a mistake. He turns off the water, gets out of the shower, and begins drying himself. He orders her to stand against the wall.

"And put your nose and tits against it."

She complies. Nevertheless, he pushes her against the wall, positions his body against hers, and grabs her by the hair. She is pinned between him and the cold tile.

"You agreed. All I asked was your silence and submission. What should I do with you?"

He steps back and takes a towel, twists it into a whip, and cracks it just inches from her ass. She jumps with the sound of the crack. 

"You get a choice. One hard crack or ten medium cracks? Nod yes for one, no for ten."

She nods yes.

He again twists the towel and wets the tip on the shower floor. He measures his stroke once and then unleashes the crack on her ass. Striking her on the left cheek, she jumps and he can hear her muffled cry. The strike instantly starts to welt up. 

He picks up a towel.

He sees her take a deep breath and her shoulders shutter as she struggles not to cry. He puts his hands on her shoulders, turns her to face him, and tells her that it is all right to cry. With that, she begins to cry, he wraps her in a towel and holding her tight. He can feel her body convulse within his embrace. She buries her face into his chest.

"Sweetheart. Why are you crying so hard?"

With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at him, and he wipes away her tears and kisses her forehead.

"Was it the strike?" 

She shakes her head no, as she looks down.

"Is it that you failed by talking?"

She looks up, nods yes, and sucks a breath as she continues to cry. With his hand, he soothes the welt on her ass and tells her that the welt will serve as a reminder for the rest of the day. He wraps a towel around her hair and tells her to dry him off. She quickly gets on her knees to dry him. She starts with his feet, moving up to his ankles and legs, and then proceeds to his cock, balls, and ass. He sits on the toilet so that she can dry his upper body and his hair.

"Thank you. Now dry yourself, brush out your hair, and dry it."

As she dries off, he returns to the bed, lies down, and tells her when she is done to return to the bed and to remember to crawl. She finishes her hair and puts it in a ponytail. As she exits the bathroom, she drops to all fours and crawls to him. He tells her to climb into bed and lie next to him. He pulls her close and places her head on his shoulder. She is still sniffling a bit.

"Are you ok?" 

She nods yes. 

He rolls her onto her side facing away from him, puts his arms around her, and pulls her in close as he spoons her. She coyly pushes her ass back into his cock, but he lets this infraction slide as they lay there quietly. 

As she lies there dutifully, he slips into a bit of a sleep. Twenty minutes pass, and he wakes and kisses her cheek. She grinds back into his cock. He slides his hand onto the welt on her ass.

"Sweetheart. I let it slide the first time. Don't push your luck."

With that she stops.

"While you will be naked all day, I need to get dress."

He gets up from the bed. 

"Now get your ass up and fetch my clothes. You can walk while fetching them. I want Levis, black cop belt, a black t-shirt, my Wesco loggers, and my watch. Oh and a pair of white socks." 

She jumps up out of bed, walks to the closet, and retrieves the belt, boots, jeans, t-shirt, and socks. She returns and lays them out neatly on the bed. Then she retrieves the watch from the side table and hands it to him and he puts it on. She stands there handing him is clothes as needed. He catches her looking at him as pulls his clothes on when their eyes meet and she blushes. He tucks the shirt into the Levis, and he buttons them. She hands the black leather cop belt. He folds it over on itself and snaps it. She jumps to attention.

He tells her to kneel at his feet. She complies and looks up at him. He hands her his boots. 

"Lace them up and tie them tight." 

As she laces the boots, he reaches down and strokes her hair. He realizes how wonderful it is to have this smart beautiful woman naked at his feet. She is very exact in her lacing of the boots. They are both boot sluts.

He looks down at his boots. 

"I think they need a shining." 

She moves as if to stand. 

"No, use your pussy." 

He takes his right boot, spreads her knees apart, and works the toe of the boot between her thighs. She begins to grind her pussy against his boot, pulling the boot in tight and places her face against his knee. He pulls the boot from her grasp and pushes his left boot between her thighs and she begins to grind again. When she is done, he pulls the boot from her and tells her stand. He wraps he his boots around her thighs and pulls her close.

"Give me a hug."

She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss. He reaches down and pats her ass. She jumps. He found the welt.

He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out her collar. As he places it around her neck, he says:

"You're my princess and my slut."

She smiles, and he gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I am hungry."

He gets up, and she falls to her hands and knees, following him. As he begins to ascend the spiral staircase to the main floor, she begins her climb up the stairs on all fours.

"You can walk up the stairs. That diamond plate will kill your knees." 

She gets up and walks behind him. They reach the top of the stairs, and she drops again to all fours and follows him into the living room.

A phone rings.

"It must be your cell." 

He picks up her cell and looks at the display.

"It is Laura, should I answer it?"

She shakes her head no; he opens the phone and answers it.

"Hi Laura . . . no she's not . . . I am not sure. She said she had some errands to run this morning . . . I will be here all day . . . No she has no idea . . . I will tell her you called . . .Take care."

He shuts the phone.

"It was Laura. She says she had to pick up some shoes she needs for this evening. I told her I would be here all day. Said she would stop by later."

She looks up at him with a concerned face.

"When she gets here you will sit quietly on the couch. Naked. I will explain things to her."

Her look goes from concerned to alarmed.

"I think she is much more hip then you give her credit."

I am still hungry. Let's feed me."

To be continued . . . 

24 Hours Ch. 01



This is my story. It's a narrative of love and lust on vacation in the Caribbean, and it's mostly true. The locations are very real but to protect the innocent, and the not so, the names have been changed, but you know who you are! This is not really a swinger's story, more of two couples meeting up on the beach by accident and returning home with each other's partner, and with a lot of horny interludes in between. If you are squeamish about total uninhibited sexual pleasure between consenting adults and the erotic language that goes with it, then go read Harry Potter. Otherwise, do please read on, and enjoy. If all holidays were like this one, the world would be a far happier place. For ease of reading I have divided this story into 5 parts.

24 HOURS - PART ONE – The Librarian

"I would never guess where you're going on holiday Mr Graham." She spoke softly with a faint Irish accent as she passed me my books.

Although the librarian was not the most unattractive woman I had seen that day, she wore glasses, her ginger hair was tied tightly with a black comb into a bun, and she wore a frumpy dark brown dress topped off by a loose maroon sweater. A simple work badge above her left breast declared her given name to be Lesilia – Head of Antique Books. The room was dimly lit and totally lacking in atmosphere, so she seemed to blend into her surroundings perfectly.

What I did next was, at the time, beyond my comprehension. Perhaps it was the alcohol consumed at lunchtime, or had I sensed some deeply hidden sexuality within this female? More likely it was just the sheer pent up frustration of the last few weeks, and that any woman looked fanciable that afternoon! Who would have guessed that within four weeks of entering the antiquarian book department of The British Library that Wednesday afternoon I would be making love with one of its librarians on a moonlit tropical beach!

A few weeks prior to this my American girlfriend Lisa had finally deserted me in favour of an apparently longer appendage, taking with her our jointly owned Apple laptop, plus all the photos and videos we had made together, most of them extremely personal and highly sexual. As a Christmas present she had, through her employers Virgin Atlantic, booked and paid for a Caribbean holiday together, and this very lunchtime had met up with me and agreed that if she could hold on to the computer, I could then keep the holiday tickets, which arrangement eventually proved out to be a very fair exchange indeed. I was also secretly pleased that with the laptop she was taking with her an erotic souvenir of our past year together. We had been wonderful in bed together, but distance apart was the inevitable downfall of our relationship.

The first thought that crossed my mind after we finally parted was that I now needed to find another female to fill her seat on the plane, and of course the holiday bed. The thought of the lack of female company on a tropical vacation for the second time in as many years was unacceptable, especially since Lisa and I had experienced sex just about everywhere except on a beach. From bitter experience one did not pick up single girls in the Caribbean, at least not the sort that didn't nuke your wallet overnight, or of course charge an exorbitant hourly rate.

My principal hobby is photography, specialising in birds (the feathered variety) and tropical flora, and about this time I was obsessed with finding an elusive example of the endangered West Indian Whistling Duck, one of its known habitats being on the island of St Vincent. 

Currently without internet access, and possessing little desire for sitting amongst nerds in an internet café, I thus found myself exploring this library in search of more information and history about this small Caribbean island, in particular the nearby tiny private resort of Young Island where that holiday bed was waiting. I refuse to buy travel books, once put to use they sit on the shelf, catch dust and rapidly go out of date, never to be used again.

In the huge main library I had found six volumes on the Leeward Islands and grabbed them all, leaving a conspicuous gap on the shelf. The adjacent dingy room I was now in delivered up a very worn single volume on St Vincent, and yet nothing on Young Island.

Arms laden, I headed for the checkout. The librarian was attending the next person in line, her fingers long and arrow straight, each and every one heavily adorned with a liberal quantity of gaudy rings which clinked noisily each time she date-stamped a book. Automatically I noted the absence of a wedding ring. Her nails were professionally manicured and, out of contrast with her demeanour, painted bright red. I wondered idly if her toenails were the same colour, an adornment I find most stimulating, especially when the toe in question is horizontally inclined with one's own. To complete the picture, she wore pearl necklace, an example of which was last seen on my grandmother! 

She looked up as I passed her my stack of books and produced an unexpected warm smile, displaying a very even row of dazzling white teeth. Maybe that's what did it? I am a sucker for beautiful teeth, the polished feel of them in that tentative probing first kiss. 

Rubber stamp poised for action, she glanced up, catching me staring at the gentle swelling of her breasts behind that sad looking sweater. I wondered just how much her modest clothing was hiding, suddenly attracted to some hidden sexual energy emanating from this strange woman.

"Lovely name," I remarked, my stare hastily lifting from the badge on her breast to her bright green eyes. She frowned for a moment, then smiled again.

Glancing at my library card she quickly handed it back to me. "I would never guess where you're going on holiday Mr Graham."

It was at this moment that the brain lodged between my legs engaged autopilot and probably changed my life forever, and most certainly not in the direction I expected from this encounter. I grinned back charmingly, holding her stare, oblivious to the customers waiting behind.

"Young Island actually, in the Caribbean. Very small, very exclusive and apparently, very picturesque."

Totally losing the plot I leaned forward conspiratorially and added, " I know this might sound rather odd, but I've just found out that my ex-girlfriend can't come, would you be interested her ticket?"

Clearly from her expression she thought I was joking, because she laughed back at me with a strong Dublin accent, "Bloody right to be sure, do we leave tonight?" 

Holding my eyes steady with her own she realised I was serious and put her hands to her open mouth. 

"Oh my God! You mean it!"

Before she could react further I quickly held up my hands, "No strings, just companionship and a free holiday."

The elderly woman in line behind me who had been listening intently butted in loudly, "Go for it girl, I would!"

Ignoring the comment I gave Lesilia a winsome smile. "Don't decide now, meet me outside when you finish and we can chat about it, okay?"

Her eyes open wide, she looked stunned as I gathered up my books and hurriedly left the building before giving her a chance to say no thank you or I have a boyfriend or sick mother or some other lame excuse I didn't want to hear at that moment. As I glanced back through the glass doors she was still staring after me, hand to her open mouth, the elderly woman trying to get her attention. As I strode happily back to my car I suddenly realised that the encounter had given rise to an erection, I had just attempted to pull the librarian! And, in her excitement, she hadn't even stamped my books!

Back at my apartment I threw the books on the sofa and poured a large whisky. Only then did the impact of what I had just done really hit me. I had invited a complete stranger to spend ten days with me in the Caribbean, and for all I knew she might not be interested in sex, which would be a holiday disaster, and by the clothes she was wearing she could easily pass for a lesbian! I must have been mad, I knew at least four women who would jump at an all-expenses paid holiday in the tropics, not discounting my ex-girlfriend Lisa's delightful younger sister who had hit on me in a big way at a recent party. Karen's number was scrawled on a Post-it by my bedside phone; one call and I knew her bags would be packed! I had to get out of this dilemma I resolved, the chances were that Lesilia would sensibly refuse and the door would be open again, but I had to do the gentlemanly thing and meet her as arranged, especially as I had to return the books at some stage, even if only to get them stamped.

A little before 5.30 I was waiting outside the library main entrance with my speech prepared. "Look Lesilia, I was totally out of order in there and will totally understand if you don't want to come." I rephrased it a dozen times until I was convinced I had the words which would guarantee a refusal and allow her to keep face, thus leaving me free to chase Lisa's very available sister. My well-prepared speech was instantly forgotten when ten minutes later a delightful sexy creature bearing only the remotest resemblance to a librarian called Lesilia, descended the steps toward me, smiling nervously.

"Put your eyes back in their sockets Mr Graham and buy me a drink please. I think I need one after that proposal of yours." She surprisingly took my arm as we made our way to the pub across the square.

"Vodka and tonic please, I have to go pee."

I watched her stride away through the bar and stared again open-mouthed at the revelation. She had changed out of the frumpy work clothes into a pair of beige skin-hugging jeans encasing the tiniest ass I had seen in years, plus a pink sleeveless top covering a pair of small perky breasts. It was difficult in the subdued light to ascertain if she was wearing a bra. Her curly red hair now fell loosely around her shoulders. When she returned we touched glasses.

"Jekyll and Hyde," I remarked, glancing at her clothes.

"I have to dress down at work," she explained, "Or I get all the weirdos making the most outrageous propositions!" She grinned slyly.

"In which case you might think you are drinking with one, my name's Tom by the way." I extended a formal hand.

"Les. I have to say you don't look like the usual type of weirdo we get in there."

I gave an exaggerated bow. "Thank you ma'am."

She grinned. "I checked you out on the credit database. Amazing what you can find out on there!"

"Inside leg too?"

"Ha ha, everything but!"

"So Les, where do we go from here?"

She looked at me seriously for a moment. "Well, you are obviously a person who goes after what he wants, and I admire that in a man, but whether you have succeeded is totally a different matter." 

"I'm sorry if I put you on the spot in there, I'm not usually as forward as that."

"It was a bit of a surprise, but I must admit it brightened up a dull day." She sipped at her drink. "But I want to know a couple of things before I even consider this."

"Be my guest," I countered, catching the barman's eye and nodding for a second round.

"My parents had a twisted sense of humour, but my friends call me Les, okay? For obvious reasons I can't put that on my badge!" She grinned. "And I assure you I'm not one of those!"

Her eyes locked with mine. "Tom, I want to know about you, what you do, and any bad habits. And, if you smoke or you're married, then no bloody way, it's goodbye here and now."

"And the second question umm, Les?"

"I'll ask that when you have answered the first," she smiled, her emerald eyes still holding mine.

We took our drinks to a quieter part of the bar and I gave her a brief history. At 27 I guess I was at least a couple of years older than her, but we matched each other with our slim features, and whereas I was close on six feet she was a comfortable six inches shorter. I had a quick vision of her gazing up at me lovingly, moist lips parted, inviting that first passionate kiss. I wondered how soon that might be.

"Lesil... sorry, Les… I am just a humble architect, a partner in a small firm in Southfields."

"You must have wealthy clients to pay for a Caribbean holiday."

I laughed. "Normally Europe is my limit, and we have an office in Paris, where I met my ex last year. She paid for our holiday by the way."

Her eyes widened at the mention of the word 'our.'

I told her of my failed childless marriage followed shortly by a wild six month affair with Lisa, and which of course finally came officially to an end just a few hours ago.

"So I am a rebound date then?"

"No, no." I emphatically shook my head. "I hardly saw anything of Lisa in the last few months, we only slept together twice since New Years."

"No one else in that time?"

"Nope."

"Any hobbies?"

"Doing or watching?"

"Both"

"Beer, football and sex," I joked.

She put down her drink and started to rise, holding out her hand. "Goodbye then."

I held her arm. "Hey, just joking. Actually I am an avid cricket fan, short of being Barmy Army, but sadly couldn't afford the time to go to the World Cup. I play badminton and tennis; love to swim but only in warm seas."

I told her of my passion for photography and searching for rare birds.

"I think I might have found one today!" I added, grinning.

She smiled, flashing those dazzling kissable teeth. "Okay, now tell me why I would like this Young Island, whatever you call it." 

The pub was filling up and, with the noise making conversation increasingly difficult, we moved closer together, her bare shoulder touching my arm as we leaned against the bar.

"Well, it's little more than a privately owned rock, got its own hotel and sandy beach, and if it lives up to the rest of the Caribbean it will be divine. Apparently the individual chalets are set amongst bougainvillea and palm trees, with a pool in the centre. And instead of deck chairs they have hammocks."

She smiled, her thoughts clearly drifting to 4000 miles away.

"It's very romantic," I added, hoping these were the words which would convince her. I was wrong.

"I'm not looking for romance Tom, my last one bit me in the ass."

I changed tack. "Okay, perhaps when I get back on line I can send you some pics of the place?"

A rugby type forced his way to the bar and I placed an arm around Les to shield her from the intrusion, her body melting rather surprisingly into mine. As she appeared to be gaining interest I became bolder. 

"Before she became my ex-girlfriend, Lisa and I were obviously going to share one of the chalets. If you are still interested in all this, may I be the gentleman and suggest separate beds would be appropriate or, I can ask if there is a separate cabin available."

"Very gallant of you Tom, but a bit over the top. Of course I'm interested, I wouldn't be here otherwise would I?"

She held up a hand as I started to bumble a reply.

"But in the remote chance I agree to this, you are a young available guy, I am a single younger woman, and I have to assume you want more than just someone to carry your camera case around, right?"

She didn't wait for my reply. "So I'm going to have to think about it, okay?"

Les had to be aware that it's not often a girl gets invited on such an expensive date, the temptation must surely be too much to ignore. So I was hoping. I remained silent, knowing there was more to come.

She gulped a long sip from her glass. "Look, I'll be honest. It's obvious I am tempted, I so need a holiday right now, and I know I shouldn't be telling you this but…" taking another large swig, "…I haven't had sex in ages. So I have to be comfortable with the thought of sharing a room with you. I just need time to think it over. And anyway, I have to see if I can get the time off and also get my mum to look after my little girl."

"Oh, how old is she, your girl I mean? Where is the father?"

"Mary's nearly six and he cleared off as soon as he knew I was pregnant."

"Bastard," I commented with an appropriate disapproving tone.

"Not really Tom, if I was him I would have done the same, I was sleeping around a lot at the time and a bit careless with the pill. As it happens any one of three blokes could have been the father, though my intuition says it was him." She smiled at the surprised look on my face.

"Have I shocked you?"

"Not really I suppose, I sowed a lot of oats myself a few years ago, probably nearly a field full."

She laughed briefly, then frowned. "I've only had one true boyfriend since then, but when I eventually asked him to move in with me and Mary, he ran a mile. Do you know it took me two years after he had gone to discover that all that time he was married? We certainly find them don't we!" she sighed.

"All part of the experience we call life I am told." 

"Please tell me you are not married, are you Tom?"

"I told you I was divorced two years ago, I can show you the certificate if you want?"

"No, I believe you, you seem a trusty sort of guy."

"Thank you. So where do we go from here?" 

She declined another drink "Right now I have to pick Mary up from my mum and ship her off to a birthday party, can I phone you tomorrow?"

"Yes of course, I'd like that," I took her arm and we threaded our way out of the pub.

"Better idea, why not dinner tomorrow?"

"Umm, I need to think on that one Tom." She suddenly gripped my arm. "By the way, didn't you have anyone else in mind for this trip?"

"Only if you had said no, I haven't asked anyone else."

"I haven't said yes yet," she smiled back.

"Fernando's at eight? Just dinner, no strings?"

"You keep mentioning strings Tom, I must remember to pack some scissors!" She smirked and hesitated.

"Come on Les, you know you want to really."

She laughed as we went down the steps. "Those were the very words that got me pregnant!"

We stared at each other in silence and then she relented. "All right. Is that the Mexican place by the station?"

As I nodded she surprised me by leaning into me and kissing me full on the lips. "That's to tell you I am interested, but no more than that, not just yet anyway."

We parted at the library car park after she had noted the dates of the holiday and we had swapped mobile numbers. She blew me a kiss as she drove away in a little green Mini.

***

Next day I woke early, subconsciously clutching the usual morning hard-on, imagining Les's head on the pillow next to mine as we softly caressed each other after a night of mind-boggling sex in our tropical hideaway. After yesterday's conversation I was pretty sure she wanted to come with me but clearly didn't want to appear too eager. I respect women who play a little hard to get, knowing only too well that they enjoy the chase as much. So, being positive and believing she wanted me to make the next move, I sent her a text.

'Hi Les, look forward to tonite! Tom x. PS At some stage I will need a surname to change the booking, hope its yours!'

Five tense filled minutes later she replied, 'Kool.' That was it, just 'Kool.'

I played the message again expecting more but, just…'Kool'. 

After a quick shower I set off on the Tube to meet a client in the City followed by another in West London and when the train eventually surfaced into sunshine my mobile buzzed in my shirt pocket.

"It's Baron, Lesilia Baron. Make sure you spell it right. Lx"

"Kool from me too. xT" I typed. "PS I'm at Barons Ct Tube. How's that for coincidence?"

"Must b meant..cu tonite x."

I spent the rest of the day happy as a dog with two tails and wondering how soon we would be able to test our sexual compatibility, or whether she would want to wait until we got to the island.





24 Hours Ch. 01



Kitted out in my best chinos and pale blue shirt I checked my wallet for sufficient cash and my last unused latex insurance which had taken up permanent residence behind my credit cards, and arrived at Fernando's a little early, ordering myself a Cerveza. Being a Thursday the bistro wasn't too busy and I acquired a secluded corner table. An elderly client of mine passed by and just as we started to exchange pleasantries my date arrived, and what an entrance! Les gave the little black number a whole new identity, showing off her short slender figure to perfection, there was not a single part of that dress that didn't touch her body. For me a body-clinging calf-length dress showing a discreet amount of compact cleavage is worth ten of a big-boobed bimbo in a mini. Her long curly hair was gathered in a plaited ponytail and emphasised her long elegant neck. She smiled as she slid into the offered seat and my client moved away, his face green with envy. Lesilia had clearly gone to great lengths to impress me, my eyes not being the only part of my being that was appreciative!

For a few minutes we talked a little nonsense, both hesitant to bring up the main reason for our meeting. It was Les who finally broke the ice.

"Tom, I think you should know I'm not looking for a relationship just now. I'm just…"

She paused while the waiter arrived with a couple of beers

"…I'm just happy in my present situation bringing up Mary without any unnecessary complications, like clingy boyfriends."

"I understand but…"

She held up her hand, avoiding my stare. "Shhh…. I just owe it to myself to have a little fun now and again and this seems as good an opportunity as any. It seems ages since I let my hair down." She sighed, looking up. "Now, what were you going to say?"

"I was going to say that in the library I said no strings, so I too have no expectations. If we decide never to meet again when we get back home I will accept that, no doubt very reluctantly," I added, smiling into her eyes.

"Cool. Lets forget this talk about strings shall we? I just want some fun time without complications. As they say, what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean?"

"I think you'll find that's Las Vegas!" We both laughed together.

"Does this mean I can cancel the single beds?" I ventured.

"Why, whatever do you have in mind you naughty man?" a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Nothing really, it's just that one large bed leaves more space in the room than two singles, that's all."

"Yeah right."

The knowledge that I was going to fuck this sexy woman in the very near future was driving my hormones wild, with the obvious visible effect on my anatomy. Little did I realise that the contents of my wallet would be called into service much sooner than I expected, and I don't mean the cash to pay the bill.

A disinterested waiter served our starters, and they arrived cold. After much complaining they were returned to us obviously over micro-waved and totally dried up.

"This is fucking shit," declared Les, shocking me, the waiter and half the restaurant. "I am no cook but I can do better than this bloody heap of crap," she blazed. Some weak applause supported her from a nearby table. 

"Sorry," she grinned in her anger. "But don't you agree?"

I didn't think the food was that bad but I replied calmly, raising an eyebrow. "Care to prove it, or shall we find somewhere else to eat?"

She stood up angrily. "Too bloody right, come on let's go."

Fortunately this tirade had softened my penile swelling and I went to pay for the drinks while Les hailed a taxi.

"Sorry about the French, if there's one thing I hate it's bad service and cold food. Do you like pasta?"

"Only if I can do the sauce."

"Deal," She kissed me lightly on the cheek as we settled back in the cab, knees touching.

She pointed to a block of council flats that we passed. "That's where my mum lives."

"Is that where Mary is tonight?"

She grinned at me curiously. "I know what you're thinking Tom! And yes she is, but only until the carriage turns back into a pumpkin!"

As opposed to my modern apartment overlooking the local park, Les's flat was on the top floor of a converted Victorian house just outside Kingston. It consisted of two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom which I was grateful to make use of, and a convenient kitchen leading open-plan style off the spacious living room, the centre piece being the largest sofa I had ever seen, beautifully upholstered in cream leather.

"I've seen king-size beds smaller than that," I laughed.

"It serves the same purpose," she smiled. "My brother and his girlfriend come up to town from Dorset and with the train just around the corner it's very convenient for them to sleep on, and whatever else they do."

I ignored the sexual suggestion and nodded toward the kitchen, "What about this pasta then?"

"OK let me go change, I can't cook in this. There's drinks in the fridge, and I think there's a Chardy I opened the other day, help yourself. Mines a Bud please. By the way Tom," she called over her shoulder, "I'm not usually into bad language, sorry about earlier."

"No probs," I replied as I spilled half the contents of the overfilled fridge on to the floor.

I was examining photographs on the mantelpiece when she returned in a red DKNY sweatshirt and loose black leggings with bare feet sporting, as I had dared to hope, brilliant red toenails. She had untied her ponytail, her red hair now flowing down over her shoulders.

"Tom, I don't think I have the ingredients for a sauce but I have got some ready made in that cupboard. You sort that out and I will do the pasta. Is fussili ok?" I nodded. "And there's a baguette in the freezer if you want to bung it in the microwave."

As we worked and chatted together I became aware of a strong sexual energy growing between us, I was as horny as I had been all evening and with the effect of the wine I was getting increasingly less bothered about Les noticing the changing shape of my chinos.

With our pans gently bubbling away we raised our drinks and clinked glasses. "Cheers Les, thank you for wanting to come on this little adventure. I promise to make it special for you."

She smiled seductively and kissed me fully on the lips, pressing her ample breasts into my chest. 

"And I promise to make it one you will remember too. I think I need it as much as you do."

She reached around me to prod the steaming pasta. "I am referring to the dinner of course," she added with a smirk.

I pulled her even closer to me pressing my erection into her belly, our warm bodies feeling the heat and desire for each other as we kissed urgently, our tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths for the first time, our pulses racing, passion mounting, my hands descending to the round globes of her ass. When we stopped to catch our breath she glanced down at the obvious outline of my cock, a tell-tale had appeared in the cotton. "God, how long have you been like that?"

"Ever since we met yesterday," I laughed, but she playfully pushed me away and turned back towards the stove, but not before I noticed her erect nipples pressing against her oversize t-shirt.

"Let's not spoil the food Tom."

We sat cross-legged on the floor with our backs to the sofa and ate silently, our hunger evenly divided between the meal and the increasing desire for each other. I pointed to a blob of sauce on her chin and before she could wipe it away I leaned forward and gently licked it off her face, softly placing it on her lips. 

"Too good to waste," I smiled, and we kissed slowly tasting and swapping the bolognese on our tongues.

"Mmm, saucy," she laughed.

"Me, or the dinner?" I licked my lips suggestively.

"Both, especially when tasted slowly."

We were silent for a while as we finished our pasta, each lost in our own thoughts, and knowing in our hearts we would not be able to hold back our passion much longer. When we had literally licked our plates clean, Les moved to the sofa, patting the space beside her invitingly. As she sat back on the seat her loose top rode up over her hips, her thighs just far enough apart to expose the curved crease of her pussy encased within the black leggings. Knowing what I had seen she grinned and took my hand and placed it on her thigh, but resisted my attempt to move it into more tropical territory. 

"Tom, I think you can tell that I want you very much, but there is something you should know about me before we get carried away."

"Well, if you are not a black-widow spider in disguise, and you said you are not a lesbian then I guess with that body you must be the British Library's top pole dancer?"

Instead of smiling she looked at me seriously, taking my other hand in hers. "Not as serious as that but pretty bad maybe in your eyes. You really might want to change your mind Tom and take that erection home."

I looked down at the ridge in my pants, more than ever determined that I would not leave this apartment in this condition. Les wanted to unload and suddenly looked very vulnerable and obviously wanted my approval as much as the holiday itself.

"Tom, I don't know how to say this, no-one but my Mum knows."

"Whatever you say you wont shock me, I promise. And I can keep a secret." Reluctantly I removed my hand from her thigh and hooked my arm around her shoulder. She sighed and rested her head on my chest, obviously keen to avoid eye-to-eye contact.

She took a deep breath. "Before I got my present job, I was sexually active."

"So? What's so bad about that? Lucky you, I say. I wish I'd been around then!"

"I mean very active."

"I don't understand. You like sex, so what's the problem?"

She waved her arm around the room which, on closer examination, was very expensively furnished. 

"Tom, how do you think I paid for this place?"

Slowly it dawned on me. "You mean…?"

"Uh huh, I was an escort girl." 

I started to interrupt, but she put her finger to my lips.

"Let me finish. I slept with men for a living, even a couple of girls. But I didn't do it for me, I wanted to give Mary a nice home and a private school, and so that I would never have to depend on any man ever again. I was a high class whore Tom."  

I stayed silent, gently caressing her hand in mine, my lips exploring her hair, my own heart racing.

"So now what do you think of your demure sexless librarian?"

I replied by lifting her head and kissing her slowly and, melting into my arms, she started crying gently, her soft lips sucking on my probing tongue. I slid my hand under her shirt touching her warm flesh for the first time and gently stroked the underside of her naked breasts. 

"That changes nothing. You are still the person I met yesterday, you are still the same person I want to take on holiday, and you are so very much the same person I want to make love with, preferably as soon as possible."

She smiled through her tears and we kissed deeply, our tongues duelling in a frenzy of passion. As my fingers encountered her erect nipples, her own found their way to the outline of my very erect cock.

"Mmm, someone seems to approve of my past." 

She squeezed me gently, releasing a small jet of liquid into my pants. In return I slid my hand up her naked thigh, my little finger finally nestling into the warm crease of her cotton clad pussy, already moist with the dew of love.

"Actually I approve of the Les that's here and now, and I think she approves of me." She squirmed as I pressed harder into her pussy, and she groaned as we slowly we fell back together on the cushions.

Without further ado we fucked deliciously on that cream leather sofa. It was urgent primitive sex without any foreplay, borne mainly out of frustration, and yet it was the most spontaneous and fulfilling fuck that either of us could remember in a long time. After orgasming deep inside her I silently prayed that latex doesn't deteriorate with age!

Naked, we laid together in silence for what seemed an eternity, each lost in our own private thoughts. I had just fucked a hooker for free (alright, ex-hooker), and I suspected that, like me, she hadn't had sex in quite a while.

Later, as we lay silently in each other's arms and as Little Tom was regaining his earlier glory and contemplating re-entry, Les pushed me away and grabbed some tissues to mop up the evidence of our union from the leather, and somewhere to deposit the condom. We stood naked face to face as I held her shoulders, my cock erect again against her belly. She had tears in her eyes. 

I whispered, "You're okay, you're okay by me. I don't care who you have slept with or how often, just as long as we can do this again."

Tenderly holding my cock, sticky in her little hand, she bent down and kissed the head, with one eye on the clock. "Tom, what I would really like right now is to take you to my bed and make love with this fellow all through the night, but I really have to go fetch Mary, my mum starts her shift at eleven."

Seeing the disappointment on my face, she again looked at the clock, then grinned. "I think it's five minutes fast. Do you think you can cum in five minutes?"

"Try me," I replied pressing her head towards my groin.

With a little help from my hand and vigorous attention from her eager lips I made it in four, the quickest blowjob I could remember. Her tongue laden with spunk, she mumbled something incoherent and waved toward her beer bottle. She took a long swig.

"Thank you Tom, much better diluted."

I replied, kissing her creamy lips, "I must remember to keep plenty of beer in stock!"

After dressing, I offered to wash up but she led me to the door and we walked together as far as her mother's building and parted with a soft kiss. "Text me tomorrow, and… thank you Tom."

It was nearly two miles to my home but I decided to walk and take in all that had happened in the last day or so. My first thoughts were to thank God for remembering to bring a condom, my second was to remember to buy some more, a lot more!

I was home by midnight via a quick double in my local. Jan the barmaid observed me with a bright glint in her Irish eyes. "You look happy tonight Tom, what you been up to then?"

"Nothing," I replied unconvincingly with a smug grin.

"You've been shaggin' you lucky dog!"

"What makes you think that?" I grinned sheepishly as she passed me a double rye-and-dry.

"You think it only shows on women's faces?"

"Is it that obvious?"

She returned to collecting empty glasses. "Anyone I know?"

"Nope. Just someone I met recently and going on holiday with."

"Lucky dog, where to?"

"Caribbean."

"Shit! Why didn't you ask me then?"

"I don't think George would approve do you?" just as her husband appeared from the kitchen.

"Approve of what," he mumbled, giving the bar top a cursory wipe.

"I suggested going with Tom here to the Caribbean, stop him getting into trouble."

"Good idea," he muttered, "Get you out of my hair."

Laughing, I sank the rest of my drink and went home to my bed thinking of the holiday to come and savouring the smell of her that still lingered on my body.

***

Next morning I sent Les a text.

"Hi sexy! Thanks for last night and especially for sharing. I don't care who you are or what you have done, ur a very special person and I want you on my holiday. Txx PS and in my bed!

Her reply was immediate "Thanks Tom, if it's like last night I look forward to both!"

"So when can we do it again?"

She evaded the question."Same pub at one?"

"Bit public for sex don't you think?"

"For a drink, silly!"

I spent the morning catching up on some planning drawings for my client in the City, and showed up in the pub a little early to find Les at the end of the bar and already well into a bottle of Bud, and of course dressed in her draconian work attire. I grabbed myself a beer and we found a little table in the window overlooking the square.

"I bonked your twin sister last night," I joked, frowning at her gear and wondering how her punters would feel if they saw her now.

"I'll have to ask her if you were any good, she's very choosy you know," she laughed.

"She was very special actually and the sex was the best I have had in yonks, she seemed very experienced in the art of delight."

"I wonder how that could be?" The smile disappeared from her place. "So?" 

"So." I replied, one eye raised in question, wondering where the conversation was going, hoping of course it would be an indication of the timing of the next horizontal meeting of our bodies.

"Listen Tom, I know what's on your mind."

"Just your normal horny male, one bite of the cherry, I want the whole tree!"

"No, what I meant was, how did you feel making love with a prostitute?"

"Well, for starters it wouldn't be the first time and, secondly I believe you said ex-prostitute?" with an emphasis on the 'ex.' "It really didn't cross my mind at all. I just saw you as a very sexy lady who had never really experienced some decent cock!"

She kicked me under the table. "I think you should know that part of my life ended two years ago."

"I realise that, but if I may ask, what made you give it up if it was so lucrative?"

"A girl I knew got badly beaten up by a punter and that was enough for me, and it was about the same time that I got offered this job," pointing to her badge.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's okay Les, I really have no problem with it, I'm thrilled that you took the courage to tell me, you didn't have to you know."

"I know, and I don't have any regrets because I did it all for Mary, and my mum got looked after too, before she got herself a new man."

She paused, looking at me thoughtfully. "You said you went with a prostitute Tom, when was that?"

A little embarrassed with the straight question, I answered softly, "I went with a couple of those girls while I was married, I thought that better at the time than being properly unfaithful, and God knows I had enough opportunities."

"That's what we were there for Tom. I don't think going to bed with an escort is being unfaithful. I hope you stayed safe."

"Of course I did, I have to admit that I hate the bloody things though."

"Don't we all Tom, but that's the world we live in. I must admit I miss that feeling of a man releasing himself completely inside me. So what happened to your marriage?"

"Well, I went from a very active sexual life, I was in the Navy for a while, into marrying a woman who had peculiar values in that department. She was a Methodist and believed that sex was purely for the procreation of offspring. After a few practice runs she suspected I was just shagging her for the fun of it, which of course I was, and more or less called a halt to the proceedings. She accused me of not trying."

"How long were you together?"

"Only two years and a bit, we split up eighteen months ago. I had one or two meaningless flings to let off steam, then met Lisa in Paris and that lasted until a week ago, it would seem now that for her it ended soon after Christmas when I introduced her to my old friend Rachel."

"Ooh interesting! Bisexual girl friend eh? Lucky man!" 

Les leaned forward and whispered, "So when did you last have sex Tom? Before last night I mean. You seemed to go at it like a man possessed, not that I minded!"

"Was it that obvious? New Year's Day actually, so..umm.. about six months I guess." I excluded a wild gothic creature called Katie from the equation, that was after all only oral sex in a car park. And no, she didn't even let me cum in her mouth.

"Mmm, thought you had been saving it up," she grinned, finishing her beer. "In my work I was very used to handling frustrated husbands!"

"I can imagine which bits you handled! I wish I had met you when I was straying from the nest."




24 Hours Ch. 01



I pointed to her empty glass. "Another one?" She nodded and I fetched two more Buds.

"So, how long had it been it for you Les?"

She took a swig from the bottle and stared hard into my eyes. "Would nearly a year surprise you?"

I gulped on my drink making her laugh. "I have been devoted to making up for lost time with Mary, she had spent so many evenings with my mum."

"So no one else then?"

"Just a fling with a married guy last summer, only I didn't know at the time that he was married, I just seem to attract those sorts. Until you came along the other day I had lost interest, or I thought I had," she added poking me in the ribs and grinning.

"It was totally unexpected for me too you know, I don't usually jump in that quickly."

"Spontaneous sex is the best Tom, and I never had much of that." She leaned forward, her lips almost touching mine, and whispered against my mouth. "And now I want more, a lot more. Do you think you will be able to handle me?"

"I think I managed ok last night!"

"That was just a warm up darling, you haven't seen me in full flow, and I do come with excellent credentials!"

"In which case," I replied, "would you care to show me your résumé this evening?"

She held up her hand. "No Tom, that's why I wanted to meet you here. Don't take this the wrong way, but I would like us to be celibate until we get on holiday, I want to repeat what we did last night, but ten times better, and for me that means saving it up again. Then I want to do something I have never done."

"What?" I replied, wondering what she could possibly have excluded in her previous employment.

"I want to have sex on the beach in the moonlight."

"Okay, in that case I think I might just be able to wait four weeks!"

"And no fingers or hands either, no masturbating."

"Oh shit, that will be really hard."

She laughed. "Good, keep it that way, save it for me. I will make it worth your while Tom. Just think of the reward at the other end," she added.

"I'm thinking of the reward at this end," I joked, pointing to my crotch. She giggled as I added, "I would much prefer lots of little daily rewards, on that big sofa of yours."

Her eyes pleaded. "Please, for me?"

"Ok, I'll try."

"Good, and we can still meet at lunchtimes to check on each other?"

"If I meet you in that gear all the time, then the problem's solved," I joked.

She looked down at her sweater. "You might find it hard to believe, but I have got some even mousier ones than this!"

"You better wear them then if I'm going to last four weeks!"

We had another beer and shared a sandwich while we discussed the travel arrangements, and then parted with a kiss on the cheek, hardly the farewell I expected from someone I had shagged heartily on her sofa some twelve hours ago.

Over the following weeks I buried myself in my work, interspaced with texts or phone calls from Les. Mostly they were about the holiday arrangements but others like "Tom I love your beautiful fat dick and want it in my wet pussy, hurry up the 28th" did not help me to concentrate on my work. If we got the slightest bit horny with each other on the phone we would agree reluctantly to hang up. We also met up a couple of times a week at the pub, all the time she was kitted out in her sexless librarian gear. If she did it on purpose to keep my ardour down, she certainly succeeded because never once did I touch myself except in the bathroom, and she assured me of the same although she admitted she hadn't felt so horny in ages

"I'm fucking randy Tom, and I want you to fuck me hard, real soon'  was another message received. Fortunately I was in a big meeting, otherwise I think I would have broken my promise! 

We chatted a lot about the holiday, what each of us was taking and the things we wanted to see and do, including of course the sex. 

I wondered if the two dozen mint-flavoured condoms I was packing would be sufficient. The check-out girl's eyes in the supermarket were a sight not to be forgotten!

Part 2 follows, and the climate heats up, as does the sex!



24 Hours Ch. 02



The ache in my muscles had subsided, who have thought that taking a leak could be so exhausting? I lay here still restrained but warm and comfortable and to be quite frank.... Bored. I can hear the click of the keyboard, ignoring me, you bastard, ok, so be it.

I arch my back and stretching my cuffed hands find I can with one finger reach my pussy, discreetly and with concentration I go to work. I realise the sound of the keyboard has stopped and I hadn't noticed, to far away I guess. You pull the blanket off me, I turn half on my back, trying to hide my wet hand, but you're not fooled, are you?

I hear your voice.

"Getting bored are you?"

Amused, 

"Thought I'd forgotten you?" 

I lay still, saying nothing, just getting wet from your voice goddamnit. You remove the cuffs from my ankles and wrists, leaving the blindfold.

"Out of bed" 

I slide of the bed and stand, you press something in my hand.

"Put these on". 

A pair of my panties, as I blindly slip them on I wonder idly what colour they are. You turn me, gripping both wrists in one hand you slip a rope between them and then three, four times around my wrists and two times in between, you knot the rope. I feel the rope again, this time on the soft skin above my elbows, circling, pulling tight and being knotted, I can feel my breasts pushed forward under the pressure, my arms virtually immobile, I must be the sexiest thing you've ever seen!

You lead me from the bedroom, down the hall and into what I know must be the living room, you release my arm and move away, I stand where you left me. I hear the sound of curtains being drawn, conscious of my appearance I ask.

"Are they open or closed?" 

You laugh .

"Guess".

I have no way of knowing where in the room I am, can I be seen from the street? This panicky line of thought is interrupted when you take my chin between your thumb and finger , say. 

"Open your legs" 

I obey.

"No matter what I do or say to you, you are to remain in this position, don't move a muscle, you understand?" 

I just nod, don't ask.

"Or what" 

I already know, just as I've a sneaking suspicion why you're making me wear panties.

I feel your touch, that incredibly light touch, that you're so fond of, ok, so am I, barely touching my skin, yet leaving a trail of erotic fire in its wake. You stroke my belly, my waist, my breasts, my cheek, I ignore the wetness soaking my panties and concentrate on remaining immobile. You move down to my thighs, starting on the inside, just above the knee and moving, oh so lightly, up, just grazing the sodden silk of my panties and back down the other thigh. I feel sweat forming on my skin, your fingers return, this time following the line of my panties, front to back, then slipping under the elastic. I feel you rise, your hand in my hair, pulling back my head, kissing me and at the same time two fingers, pressing, rubbing against my overheated pussy. I give in, don't care if you punish me, I press my pussy against your hand, try to swallow your tongue. You pull your face back, 

"Randy little slut, aren't you?" 

I can only moan. You slide of my panties, press them against me, soaking the few remaining dry areas and lead me back to the bedroom.

You released my arms, the slight sting as the pressure on my skin was relieved, a very erotic sensation. I feel straps on my wrists, which are pulled in front of me and then, the click of a padlock. You move me so I can feel the edge of the bed against my legs.

"On the bed on your knees". 

You say. I obey.

I hear the rattle of a chain and another metallic click and my hands are pulled above my head. Suddenly I feel very exposed, I try to pull my arms down to cover my breasts, knowing as I did that it was impossible, I relaxed, and just waited for your touch. The beds gives under your weight, I feel the inside of your thighs against my knees and realise that you are naked, your fingers stroke my belly, squeeze my nipples.

"Straddle me" 

You say. 

I lift my body as you slide beneath me, I feel your prick against my pussy, your knuckles against my thigh. With a moan, I gratefully impale myself on you, I start to rotate my hips, accelerating sensation. My arms are pulled taut, lifting me off you, you're still inside, but not far enough! I try to rubberize my arms, I'd tear them off, just to get you back inside. I feel you rising inside me, I hang still, harboring every last iota of pleasure, trying to get enough to ignite this agonizingly ecstatic tension. You're rising again, the heat rises, ignites and explodes, I throw my head back and scream, feeling your sperm pumping into me, I want to thresh my body but if I do I'll lose you, so I hang there still, containing the overwhelming sensation in my body. The waves subside, reality returns, I wonder idly if you'll punish me.

My arms are released, click and click, my wrists pushed behind my back and, click. You pull me down beside you, my head on your shoulder, breasts on your chest. 

"I might you know" 

"Might what?" 

I asked drowsily 

"Punish you" 

I don't answer, just slide my thigh over yours. I realise I'm falling asleep with a smile on my face. 



24 Hours Ch. 02



"But first I need to fetch my newspaper."

As he walks to the front door, she follows him on all fours. He instructs her to get in front of him so he can watch her ass as she crawls. When he reaches the door, he leans down, strokes her face and hair, and tells her to wait for his return. She grinds her cheek into the palm of his hand and lies down at his feet.

He opens the door and heads to the main entrance of the building. He retrieves his newspaper from just outside the main entrance. It is raining very hard out. On his way back to his loft, he runs into a neighbor. 

"Hey Bob." He says as the neighbor approaches.

"Hey. How's it goin'" Bob replies.

"Ok, this rain is a drag. I wanted to take my bike out. I guess we're stuck inside for the day." He replies.

"Would the two of you like to come by this evening for dinner? Judith would love to have you two over." Bob asks.

"Thanks. But, she woke up feeling under the weather and she staying in all day. I have her lying down as we speak and I promised her some tea. I need to get back." He replies.

"Well she is bound to get better." Bob states.

"That I'm sure of. Have a good day Bob" He replies.

He heads back to his loft. He opens the door; she looks up at him and smiles. He crouches down.

"I ran into Bob, he asked if we would like to come over for dinner this evening. I declined. I told him you were not feeling well. I didn't think you would want to sit around naked and not able to talk. So, I told him to stop by later and you would blow him." 

She shakes her head no. Her lips are tight and he can see she is trying not to laugh. 

"What is so funny? You can't picture lawyer Bob with his khakis around his ankles while you're blowing him."

She shakes even more with his commentary.

"With me banging Judith from behind with a plug in her ass"

She takes a breath and starts to laugh. 

"Stop laughing!"

She continues to laugh.

"Get the fuck up and on you knees!"

She quickly stops laughing.

"Kneel facing me with your back against the corner."

She quickly complies.

With her confined in the corner, he firmly grabs her by the throat. Tilting her head back and looks into her eyes.

Sternly he says, "When I tell you to quit doing something, I expect you to stop."

He pulls his cock out, and shoves it into her mouth. She naturally reaches up to take a hold of it.

"Hands by your side. I just want to use your mouth. The next time I say stop you will."

She nods yes.

"Good."

He pulls his cock from her mouth, placing it back in to his pants, and walks to the kitchen.

"Now come along. I'm hungry."

She crawls behind on all fours. He tells her she may stand in the kitchen while preparing his breakfast and he walks into the living room, sits down on the couch and switches on the television.

"I want two poached eggs, a large bowl of granola, double cappuccino, a tall glass of water, and cut up that large papaya. Make the cappuccino first. You can make some tea for yourself and you may enjoy your tea while preparing breakfast."

She begins to make his cappuccino, and then starts the water for the eggs and her tea. As she starts steaming the milk, he gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. As he enters, she turns and hands him his cappuccino. He thanks her and she smiles. She prepares her tea and lowers the water to simmer. She sips her tea before she begins slicing up the papaya.

"There are 20 hours of motorcycle and car shows recorded. We are going to have so much fun sitting around watching the television."

She rolls her eyes with his words. He reaches down, grabs the welt on her ass, and pinches it. She yelps and jumps with his pinch. 

"You will sit and watch television with me and enjoy it. And if I have to I will put my cock in your mouth."

She smiles.

He returns to the couch as she finishes preparing breakfast and he begins to watch one of the recorded car shows. He tells her to bring the food over on a tray and that she can walk to the couch. She walks over and places the tray on the coffee table. He tells her to kneel facing away from her, he secures her wrists behind her back with leather restraints and repositions her on her knee facing him.

With her kneeling before him, he takes a piece of papaya and consumes it.

"Mmm, Perfect! Are you hungry?"

She nods yes.

"I think we will start with some papaya." 

He takes a spear of papaya, leans into her, and slides the spear between her legs. She jumps as the spear slides along her clit. 

"Cold?"

She nods yes.

He takes the spear and offers it to her. She opens her mouth and he pulls the papaya back. He tells her to beg for it as he holds it above her. She lunges for it and he mashes it into her mouth. Juice drips from her mouth as she swallows the papaya. He offers her another piece of papaya and she lunges at it catching his finger with her teeth. 

"Ouch!" 

She looks up at him with sorry in her eyes. He leans into her, just inches from her face, and eye to eye. He reaches down, pinches her nipple firmly, and holds it. She squirms and squeaks trying not to make a sound.

"Now lets try this again." 

He takes another piece of papaya. 

"Open your mouth." 

He slides the spear half way into her mouth and then he mashes it into her face. She swallows what portion she can and wears the rest.

"Look at my messy little girl."

He picks up a piece for himself and eats it. 

"Mmm, fresh, sweet, and juicy. Just the way I like 'em."

She smiles at him.

"Want an egg?"

She nods yes.

He takes one of the poached eggs and eats it. 

"Done perfectly. Poached eggs are so much better then fried."

He picks up the other egg by the edge with his fingers. It is poached just enough to hold together. He tells her to open her mouth and she complies. As he lowers the egg, he can see the white straining to contain the yoke. He lowers the egg partially into her mouth and then he tells her to take a bite. She complies and the yoke sills out across her lips and down her chin and neck. She swallows and he tells her to open her mouth and he feeds her the rest of the egg. 

With her a mess, he sits back and enjoys his cappuccino as she kneels dutifully at his knees. 

"You know you're a very lucky girl. Because, you have a very happy dominant."

She smiles.

He picks up the bowl of granola and starts to eat it.

"Do you want any?"

She nods no.

He continues eating and watching his show.

"That is enough for me. Are you sure you don't wants some."

She nods no.

He puts the bowl back on the tray, picks up the glass of water, and takes a drink. 

"Do you wants some water?"

She nods yes.

He offers her the glass, she places her lips on the rim, and he slowly raises the glass to help her drink. A bit of water slips from her mouth as she drinks.

"Do you want anymore to eat?"

She nods no.

"Ok. Lets clean up."

He places the dishes back on the tray and picks it up as he stands. With her wrist still restrained behind her back, he reaches down, takes her by the forearm, and helps her to her feet. They walk to the kitchen, where he places the tray on the counter. 

"You're a mess, lets clean you up."

He retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom. He turns the water on in the sink testing that it is not to hot and wets the rag. With some force, he washes her face, neck, and breast. She grimaces a bit. Nevertheless, he continues. As he finishes, he gives her a kiss.

"Now my girl is all clean. Turn around please."

She complies and he removes the restraints from her wrist.

"You need to clean up the kitchen. Empty the dishwasher and do the dishes. However, I want you to do it as quietly as possible. Every time you clank something; pots, silverware, dishes, whatever, I will smack you on the ass with a wooden spoon. And one other thing, you have fifteen minutes to get it done."

She looks at him with concern.

"Starting now. Remember. Quietly."

She opens the dishwasher and starts removing the dishes and placing them in the cupboard. She is very careful and methodical about it. Nevertheless, as she places a plate on top of another plate in the cupboard, it makes a clanking sound. 

"Hands on the counter and present your ass to me."

She complies and he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon. She squeaks with its impact. 

She continues emptying the dishwasher. Now he begins to tease her. He stands close to her as she works, sliding his hand on her ass and between her legs.

"Why is your pussy wet?" As if he doesn't know.

She gives him a look and a smile. 

She clinks a glass against another as she puts away in the cupboard.

"Assume the position."

She assumes the position and presents her ass to him. He rubs her ass and slides his fingers between her legs, he feels her pussy, which is soaked, and he slides two fingers into her. She arches her back opening herself to him. With his fingers inside her, he strikes her ass with the spoon. With the strike, he feels her pussy tighten around his fingers. He with draws his fingers and she continues with her task.

Quickly and quietly she finishes emptying the rest of the dishes from the dishwasher, all that is left to put away is the silverware. She looks at it troubling.

"Yes. Silverware. Now that may be somewhat of a problem. How are you going to put it away with out making a sound? I'm not going to smack you while you're putting the silverware away. I will simply count the number of times you make a noise. In addition, I want you to keep track. The difference between your count and my count will be added to the highest of either of our counts. So it is in your best interest to keep an accurate count."

She reaches down and begins to pick up the silverware basket. It clanks. 

"One"

She gently carries the basket and lays it down on the counter adjacent to the silverware drawer. It clanks. 

"Two"

She shakes her head as she opens the drawer. She removes the silverware from the basket as if a thief. However, she still clanks some of the silverware as she puts it away. 

"I hope you're keeping count. By the way, you have nine minutes left. For a every minute over the allotted time, you will be spending 10 minutes in the bath room bound on the cold floor in the dark."

She finishes putting away the silverware and she turns to him. 

He tells her to use her fingers to show how many times the silverware made a sound. She flashes him thirteen.

"Are you sure?"

She looks concerned. However, she nods yes.

"I hope you're right. Because, I didn't count."

She looks at him with dismay.

"So, it is thirteen smacks for you. Put your hands on the counter and present yourself."

She complies and he begins, counting off each smack of her ass. With each smack, she jumps.

"Thirteen. Now finish up doing the dishes and wipe up the counters. You have five minutes. When you're done join me on the couch."

As she finishes up in the kitchen, he returns to the couch and informs her that he is still counting. Try as she might, she is not able to finish with out making six more clanks. However, she does finish on time. 

"You made it with time to spare."

She begins walking to him, as soon as she is out of the kitchen he tells her to get on all fours, she quickly complies and crawls to him. She kneels before him when she gets to the couch. 

"Now, I want you across my lap."

She climbs on to his lap. He strokes her ass with his hand."

"I counted six more clanks and I'm going to add two for not being on all fours when you exited the kitchen."

He tells her to rise up a bit. He slides his hand between her and his lap. He places his hand against her pussy, slides two fingers into her and gives her a smack on the ass. With the smack, he feels her pussy tense up. He grinds his palm into her clit and continues with the other seven smacks, all the while his fingers probing her.

"Do you want to come?"

She nods yes.

"Well, you have to wait."

He positions her face down on the couch and hog-ties her wrist and ankles behind her back. He sits back down on the couch and places her head in his lap. He strokes her hair as they lay there watching the television. Another episode of "American Hot Rod." 

"Sweetheart. I'm going to spank you and rub your pussy during every commercial."

She eagerly shakes her head with approval. 

A commercial comes on, he begins spanking her ass and he reaches between her legs and rubs her pussy. She moans with his touch. He can tell that she is close to coming. As the commercial ends, he can hear her sigh as he quits playing with her.

"Never thought I would see you disappointed that a commercial was over. Should I use the TIVO to fast-forward through the commercials?"

She shakes her head no!

As they continue to watch television, he knows that she is waiting for the commercials. As the commercial comes on, he simply waits to see her reaction. A few moments pass and she begins to grind her cheek into his crotch. 

"I know it's a commercial." 

She continues to grind. He takes his hand and gives her a hard smack on the ass, then another. He turns off the television and unties her ankles leaving just her wrist bound. He gets up and grabs her by the forearm.

"Get up." Tersely

She complies and looks at him confused. He holds her firmly by the arm. 

"We are going downstairs."

He pushes her towards the staircase, manhandling her, and almost lifting her off the ground as he escorts her down the stairs. When they get downstairs, he unties her wrist.

"I'm not sure how long we will be down here. I want you to get the pair of shoes Laura wants. Just encase she shows up while we are down here. You can walk to get the shoes."

As she begins to walk off, he smacks her on the ass. She goes to her closet and he can hear her rummaging through her shoes.

"Sounds as if you have to many pairs of shoes?"

She pops her head out of the closet, looks at him, and shakes her head no. She fines the shoes and carries them back to him. He takes them from her, places them at the bottom of the stairs, and tells her to get on all fours and wait there.

She complies.

He walks over to his bondage bench and sits on it. 

"Ok. Sweetheart, I want you to crawl to me on your elbows and knees. As slow as possible."

She gets on her elbows and knees and begins her crawl. He tells her slower. She complies. She grimaces as she crawls across the cold hard concrete floor. She finally reaches him. 

"You're a very good girl."

He helps her to her feet. 

He has built the bench with her comfort in mind. It is padded and supportive. There is a dildo secured to the bench. He positions her on her belly with the dildo in her pussy. He places leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and fastens the cuffs to the bench with rope. He secures her torso to the bench using two belts: one low on her waist and the other right below her underarms. She is not going anywhere.

"Bob did say you were bound to get better. If he only knew how true his words were."

He kneels at her head, looks her in the eyes, and asks if she is ok. 

She nods yes and he gives her a kiss. 

He places a blindfold over her eyes. With her secured and blindfolded, he begins to tease her. He takes his fingers and lightly drags them down her back across her ass. As he crosses her ass, he takes his fingers and taps the dildo hard. She rolls her head and tries to arch her back as teases her.

He retrieves a flogger from the closet and begins to use it on her. At first, he lets the strokes fall softly across her shoulders and down her ass. He repeats these soft sensual strokes several times. 

Then he slowly increases the intensity. He begins counting has he strikes her. Each stroke is harder then the previous.

"...Seventeen...Eighteen...Nineteen...Twenty."

With the twenth strike, he stops and kneels in front of her and removes the blindfold. He looks into her eyes. They are a bit glassy.

"You're not going to say anything are you?"

She nods no.

"You're a good girl."

She smiles.

"Now, I'm going to put my cock in your ass."

Again, she smiles.

He pours some lube at the top of her ass and lets it flow down the crack of her ass. He takes a well-lubed finger, slides it into her, and slowly, gently strokes it in and out. He feels her relax around his finger. With his fingers, he can feel the dildo in her pussy. He then inserts a second finger into her and again slowly, gently strokes it in and out of her. He feels her again relax and accepts his two fingers. 

He pulls his cock from his pants and strokes it with some lube. He positions himself behind her and slides his cock around her ass hole. Then he places it against the opening and gently pushes just the head partially in and then he removes it. Again, he pushes it in, but this time the entire head. He withdraws and applies some more lube and places the head of his cock back into her. He grabs her by the hair and pulls it as he pushes the length of his cock into her. She moans as he slides into her.

As his hips touch her ass, the buzzer for the front door rings. 

"Fuck! It is Laura. God Damn it."

He withdraws his cock and places it back in his pants and quickly finds a plug and inserts it in her as a surrogate for him.

"I will be right back."

He rushes pass the shoes and up the stairs. He gets to the intercom and presses the button.

"Yes."

"It is Laura. Is she home?"

"No. She went out again. But, she did leave the shoes out for you. I will buzz you up."

He buzzes open the door and he can hear the entry door close behind her. He quickly goes to the bathroom and washes his hands. As he is drying his hands with the towel, he hears a knock on the door. 

He opens the door and there stands Laura.

"Hi, How are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm Ok. I have a date with a new guy tonight. So, were are the shoes?" She asks.

"Oh, Shit, They're downstairs. I will get them wait here."

He rushes downstairs, goes to the closet, and retrieves a different pair of shoes. He shows her and she shakes her head no.

He rushes back upstairs and hands the shoes to Laura.

"Ah, These are not the ones I wanted." She says.

She starts heading downstairs.

"I'm sure I can find them." She says.

To be continued...



24 Hours Ch. 02



Continuing the story of my recent holiday in the Caribbean. In Part 1 I met Lesilia (Les) in a library and I offered her the use of my spare ticket in exchange for her no-strings company. After testing our sexual compatibility, she agreed to accompany me.

Part 2 – The Beach

The day after my 28th birthday I arrived at Les's apartment with my luggage, and at long last I saw her dressed once again as her real sexy self, tight black jeans and an even tighter pink t-shirt, her nipples invitingly obvious. We hugged and snogged at the top of the stairs and if the taxi hadn't been waiting outside honking with impatience, I think we would have fucked there and then on the landing floor. Composing ourselves I helped her down the stairs with her gear and off we set for Gatwick Airport, excited, a little nervous and horny as hell. Neither of us had resorted to any sort of sexual activity in the last four weeks. With a twitch or two on the way, Little Tommy was counting down the hours to when he would be inserted inside the warm body sat next to me.

The Virgin Atlantic flight was only half full so we had a four-seater all to ourselves and were able to spread ourselves out. As we taxied out to the runway Les handed me an envelope wishing me happy birthday for yesterday, and kissing me on the cheek. I looked annoyed, assuming she was trying to pay me for the fare or some other part of the holiday, all of course having been previously paid for by my ex Lisa.

"Go on, open it," she urged. "This is my birthday present to you to enjoy as much as possible on our holiday. I know it's something you really want."

Puzzled, I slipped open the envelope. Inside and folded was an official slip of paper. It was headed:

Same Day Doctor Wimpole Street London W1.

"Whatever's this?"

"Just read it darling, if it gives you pleasure it will me too!"

My eyes glanced down over the printed information.

Miss L Baron

Flat 00, 00 Huntingdon Drive 

Kingston KT3 2NN

Results for Full Sexual Health Screen

HIV All tests negative

STD All tests negative

Signed J Watson BMA 12.07.06

For a minute, all right two seconds, I didn't comprehend. Then it dawned on me. Les had had a VD test done and come up trumps.

As I turned and grinned, she discreetly patted my groin. 

"Happy Birthday lover, now we can really have some fun."

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. The thought of unprotected sex for the first time in years turned me on immensely. 

"Thank you Les, this is the best birthday present ever."

"And I believe from what you have told me you must be in the clear too."

As the huge aircraft clambered its way into the sky, I whispered in her ear, "You cannot believe how much I want you."

"Oh yes I think I can," she grinned, discreetly squeezing my cock, "I'm halfway up the wall myself with waiting. The last time a man came in me, and I mean properly inside me, was when I conceived Mary. And you know how long ago that was."

Seeing my concerned look, she laughed, "Don't worry, no more babies for me, I'm on the pill." 

Time would prove that forecast incorrect.

I smiled, partly out of relief, I had no plans for offspring either. I steered away from the subject.

"These last four weeks, did you ever touch yourself?"

"Oh God yes, lots of times, but somehow I always stopped myself. What about you?"

"I got hard every time I thought of us on that sofa, and I guess that was most of the time, but I managed to make it go away by remembering you in your work gear!" 

She laughed and punched me lightly, and we settled down for the long journey.

Our flight was to Barbados where we would switch to an island hopper for the last short leg to our destination. In between endless attention from the airline staff we chatted mainly about our childhood and our various relationships along the way to adulthood. I discreetly touched upon the more intimate details of her escort work, but she tried to avoid the subject.

"Tom, I am not ashamed of what I did, but it's really something I want to forget about. It's my past now and I'm moving on. But I will tell you this, for a while I did quite enjoy my work, particularly as I was extremely choosy. I was getting paid phenomenal amounts of money to get down and dirty with some very nice sexy people. Once I spent the night with someone very very famous, and..." she held up her hand, "… I will go to my grave with that secret, so please don't ask, okay?"

"With your looks you could afford to be choosy."

"Thank you. It was the desperate girls with drug problems that would shag virtually anyone for money, that or a greedy pimp forcing them to work for their keep."

"You didn't have one then, a pimp I mean?"

"No way, I worked privately from home. A few newspaper ads to start with, but later it was mainly referrals. And it wasn't in the flat you saw either, I had a smaller one then, in Putney, much more discreet, with its own entrance. I learnt a few things along the way though," she smirked suggestively. 

Little Tom twitched at the thought of being on the receiving end of her sexual education.

"I can't wait to find out!"

After the plastic lunch Les preoccupied herself with the huge array of movies on tap and I settled down to a new Grisham novel.

"I know the ending of that one," she laughed mischievously, peering over my shoulder.

I reached for the nearest nipple and squeezed it non-too gently. "Just you dare," I challenged, peering at her monitor. "And I just happen to know the ending of that film, okay?"

"Ouch you bastard, how would you like your tit squeezed?'

"Very much," I laughed, "If I had one!"

A little later, somewhere out there in mid-Atlantic she turned away from her screen following a romantic episode, and planted a kiss on my neck followed by a surreptitious fondling in the depths of my groin.

"I am so bloody horny Tom, I want you so much."

I looked around for any obviously interested voyeurs, saw none, and slid my hand inside the waist of her jeans. The zip was partially open for comfort, so my fingers found her moist lips with ease. 

"And I want you too Les, especially this bit."

With half-closed eyes she searched my eyes.

"Just one thing I want to make clear. I am coming with you for the holiday and the sex. Nothing more, nothing less."

I nodded gleefully as she continued, "Like you said Tom, no strings. I don't need a full-on relationship, I'm not ready to settle down just yet."

"If sex is all that's needed to keep you happy, I think I can oblige!" I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and put them to my mouth, tasting her delicate nectar.

Eight endless hours after leaving the UK we started our descent into Bridgetown and Les made one final trip to the toilet sporting the bag of secrets that all women deem to carry, the contents always jealously guarded. We held hands the way people do as the plane descended over the sea, the land worryingly appearing only at the very moment the wheels made contact with the ground.

I gazed into Les's relieved eyes. "I was once told by a Jamaican pilot that take-off is a natural thing for a plane to do, but every landing is a controlled crash."

"Thank you Tom for saving that bit of information!"

We descended from the plane into the blast furnace that is the Caribbean in July, but pleasantly fanned by the ever-present trade winds. Grantley Adams airport was being reconstructed ready for the Cricket World Cup and we were escorted through a winding maze of canvas-covered scaffolding with security guards at every turning, until we finally reached the transfer lounge, and of course the bar. 

"Welcome to the Caribbean Les. Beer, Rum Punch, or Rum and Coke?"

My first Mount Gay Black Label in two years never touched the sides, the second had to be savoured slowly as we had an hour's wait for our connection. Caribbean Star are not noted for their punctuality and in the event it was five rums later that we took off for the short hop to St.Vincent. The sun had gone down when we scooted onto the little runway and a prearranged car took us to the ferry, which would transport us across the 200-yard gap to Young Island and our hotel.

We were the only passengers on the boat and, totally alone we hugged and kissed hungrily in the dark, the desire for each other now intense. She squeezed my aching crotch with her fingers.

"Soon darling, very soon."

I smiled back at her, "Keep doing that darling and it will be too soon!"

We registered at a large thatched building set amongst coconut palms and adjacent to a large pool, and were soon being shown to our chalet. The bamboo construction was almost totally hidden by a huge bougainvillea tree and consisted of a large central room with double king-sized bed, shuttered windows on two sides, a little kitchenette and a very modern bathroom. It was idyllic, and perfect for secluded uninterrupted sex. A bottle of champagne perched invitingly in a silver bucket of ice.

As soon as we were alone we started to strip urgently, our tongues proverbially hanging out and I was naked and sporting my eagerness in next to no time. 

Just as I was certain it was about to be the quickest fuck in history, imagine my surprise when Les stripped down, not to reveal some sexy underwear, but instead a pink bikini, and not too modest one at that. In an instant I realised she must have changed on the plane. Her reasons were soon revealed.

"I want a swim first Tom, that sea looked so inviting." She slid from my grasp and headed for the door, but not before planting a soft kiss on the head of my erect cock. "Coming?" 

I lewdly stroked my engorged member and looked at her earnestly. "I was hoping too!"

"And bring some towels," she called over her shoulder, leaving me bewildered and frustrated. "Last one in the sea's a ninny."

By the time I had found my trunks and coaxed my erection into them she was already out of sight. The path to the beach passed close to the busy restaurant, so for obvious reasons I clutched my towel in front of me and headed in search of her. Throwing the towels over a hammock I spotted her head bobbing some distance out, and dived into the warm water, swimming rapidly after her. I tried grabbing her but she kept dodging my advances and we fooled around like this for a little while before returning to shallow water.

"This is heaven Tom. Just look at all those stars." 

There was also a moon ready somewhere to complete the picture, but was temporarily hidden behind a heavy cloud. I agreed with her that the setting was very romantic, but at this very moment my mind was focused elsewhere.

I took her hands in mine, pulling us close together, my erection prodding her underwater.

"Bugger the stars, it's you I want."

We stood together, the warm sea up to our chests, and started kissing hungrily, our wet bodies glued together. Her hand slid inside my trunks and caressed my hard cock, in return I pulled her tiny thong aside searching for the moist lips of her pussy. She groaned against my mouth as my finger slithered inside her, and then surprised me when she blatantly asked me to fuck her cunt.

I kissed her ear and murmured, "Thought you didn't like that word?"

"Sex is different, so shut up and fuck me!"

Needing no further invitation I took my erection in hand and started to rub the head against her lips, searching for entry.

"No, not here, over there." She nodded toward the beach. Sensing my uncertainty she grabbing my hand and pulled me ashore.

"What's wrong with our room?" I asked, seriously worried that we might be seen. This wasn't exactly a nudist beach in Greece, where anything goes. Been there, got the postcard.

"We are all wet and I want it now, right now, here on this beach, I have been waiting so long to shag somewhere like this. Come on babe, don't tell me you're shy?" 

We adjusted our swimsuits as I looked around for any sign of company and, collecting the towels, headed for the hammock furthest from any signs of human activity. 

Les spread out the towels, removed her bikini bottom, climbed aboard and laid grinning in the semi darkness. Hung between stout stakes the hammocks were constructed from rope and canvas and, with the aid of timber spreaders at each end, were clearly designed for two, although I doubt for the dubious purpose we had in mind.

"Come on Tom, fuck me, fuck me hard with that lovely thick cock. I want you so much, and I want to feel your hot cum in me." 

Those words coming from her were such a turn on that I almost came on the spot. She spread her legs exposing her engorged sex and fingered her lips provocatively while I squatted down between her legs, my cock standing proudly, ready for action. The hammock swayed gently as we got into position.

"Is this what they mean by swinging Tom? She laughed.

Ignoring her, I moved my head down to her glistening pussy with the intention of tasting her for the very first time but she put out her hand to stop me, the other pulling my cock toward her instead.

"Tom, just fuck me, I am so ready for it, I really don't need that right now."

I didn't need asking twice and, lifting her legs over my shoulders, she fell back on the towel and I entered her in one long sweet stroke. She gasped as I thrusted firmly into her sex. I am not hugely endowed but I have been told that my dick is a little fatter than usual and I put that to good use as I opened her up. She gasped as I pushed all the way in and started to fuck her with long steady strokes. After all the waiting I knew I wouldn't last long but she surprised me by coming first and that was all that was needed to trigger the start of my own violent orgasm. 

We kissed hungrily, my tongue working in time with my cock as I plunged faster and faster in and out of her body, fucking her mercilessly, and she groaned out load when I released my cream deep inside her. The feeling of my hot sperm flooding her womb instead of the confinement of a rubber tube was exhilarating for both of us. 

For a moment we just lay there sweating and kissing gently, my cock hard and wet inside her, both of us trembling with relief. As we swayed gently in our novel bed I thought with some amusement that never before had I had sex with a girl twice and not yet sampled the taste of her pussy. In both cases our lustful needs had demanded otherwise.

We laid still, the beating of our pounding hearts slowing. Then came the moment that would change both our lives forever.

Above the hiss of the waves breaking softly on the sand, and our own heavy breathing, we heard a soft voice close nearby. We pulled one of the towels over our naked bodies and lay absolutely still, and listened. 

"Do you think someone's heard us Tom?"

Before I could reply, I heard what could only be a female giggle, followed by a long "shush." As if on cue the moon chose to appear from behind the clouds and there now fully visible was another couple lying together in the very next hammock.

And they were fucking. Just like we had been. The only difference was that the girl was on top of her lover. 

We must have walked right past them in the dark, intent only on our own randy purpose. I whispered that perhaps we should leave them to it and started to get up, but Les pulled me back.

"Hush. Let's watch, they must know we are here." 

That was quickly confirmed when the girl suddenly looked toward us and smiled. 

"They're getting off on us watching them Tom."

I rolled over on the towel and moved behind Les, one hand on her breast, the other exploring our combined juices as they flowed from her pussy. Instantly latching on to my voyeuristic move she reached behind to fondle my sticky cock. 

"Do you think they saw us doing it?" she whispered over her shoulder.

"There was no moon then, but they must have heard us. Perhaps we turned them on."

The girl still smiled at us as she continued quite openly to ride her man while I openly fingered Les, her legs overhanging the hammock and parted just enough to display her engorged pussy. The other guy, whose face was hidden from view, soon reached his climax and she collapsed down on to his body.

The girl then obviously said something to her man because he quickly lifted his head and upon seeing us exposed just a few feet away, pushed his girl off his body, leapt out of the hammock and quickly zipped up his pants. With one more quick glance at Les's naked form, he rushed off toward the hotel grounds. His lover, left stranded, had no choice but to straighten her dress, albeit a little less frantically, and follow.

As she passed our hammock she grinned with a quick "Hi." Les had by now covered her crotch with a corner of the towel, my erect cock still in her other hand.

"Wow," I gasped, "That was something else."

"Yeah, and this is also something else." 

Les pressed my fingers more firmly against her pussy and quickly orgasmed against my hand. We laid together quietly under the towel revelling in that wonderful post coital feeling, both of us aware that it was our first orgasm in four weeks.

When we were certain all was clear we put our swim gear back on and decided on another quick dip to wash the sex from our bodies, I told her that I couldn't believe what I had just seen. 

As we playfully splashed each other in the water, Les asked me curiously, "Have you never seen anyone make love before?"

"Only my ex girl-friend Lisa with another girl, but not a male and female together. Have you?"

"Oddly enough, considering my history, not as an adult. But I did several times when my elder sister brought her boyfriend home. I used to peep through the crack of the door."

"Did it turn you on?"

"I was 18 and horny, what do you think!"

"Were you a virgin then?"

"No way, but I still enjoyed watching her, until she caught me that is."

"What happened?"

"I forgot there was a mirror by the door."

"What did she do?"

"She told my Mum that I was a filthy perv bitch. I suppose she had good cause since I was masturbating when she caught me!"

"Wish I had been there, I love to watch too."

"Anyway I got my own back."

"How?

"I shagged her boyfriend one afternoon when she was at college! And I did things to him I know she never did!"

I laughed, holding her close in the water, kissing her in between sentences. "I think I can guess what!"

By now I was stiff again and ready for a repeat performance but we gathered the towels and headed back to our chalet, passing the restaurant on the way. I wondered what the diners would have thought if they had known that two couples had been copulating gaily in the open only a few yards away from them as they tucked into their lobster chowder!

Back in the room we showered together to remove the salt and, as we soaped each other, I asked her, "Do you realise we have made love twice now and still not had oral sex?"

Les was gently soaping my balls, my cock semi erect. 

"Tom, one thing you should know, I never need turning on, I am permanently horny, so you can shag me anytime without foreplay. I bet you don't know that I was horny as hell that day you came into the library. Probably why I agreed to meet you after work."

"What sparked that off? Reading dirty library books?"

"Ha ha, not that time. Being alone I do like to read pornographic stuff, especially erotic stories. But this time it was seeing a pair of kids snogging in the corner. I should have stopped them, but wanted to see how far they would go."

"And…?"

"They got as far as groping under clothes, then spotted me and ran! Poor kid was all stickedy-outey!"

I laughed and stroked my own cock lewdly at her. "Since you are always horny then, perhaps you would like to take a look at this?"




24 Hours Ch. 02



She shook her head. "Not yet darling, I'm starving and would hate to miss the restaurant before it closes. Later I will give you the best blowjob you ever had, and I don't mean a five-minute wonder. Then, after you cum in my mouth, I will keep you hard so you can fuck me again." 

We started to dress. 

"Les, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." She slipped on a little red thong.

"Do I get the feeling you are not bothered about oral sex?"

"I can take it or leave it Tom. I didn't like my customers to do it, although of course I was expected to do the reverse. I guess I just got out of the habit. And as you will have discovered I cum quite easily with a cock inside me."

"Oh."

"I did warn you that I was weird Tom, but if it hits your spot to lick me then far be it from me stop you."

"Long live weird people then if they are all like you."

She laughed and we set off in search of sustenance. The lobster had all gone but the kitchen served up a delicious goat curry following which we were too tired to do anything but stagger back to our room, and sleep. On the way Les gave the waiter a note to pass to the hamper couple that we spotted eating at a far table, inviting them to meet us for lunch.

And sleep we did, wrapped naked in each other's arms, but not before my thoughts strayed back to the couple we had seen on the beach. I wondered if we would get a repeat performance. 

I did get that blowjob, on awakening the next morning to a sensation that one dreams about every day, but only comes along once in a blue moon.

**

The moon wasn't blue, but the rising sun was streaking golden rays through the shutters, and her lips were wrapped around my hardening cock as I rapidly gained consciousness. She smiled when she saw I was awake. "Enjoy," she whispered and took my whole length into her mouth right to the back of her throat and held it there while she gently squeezed my balls.

Les paused for a moment, then pulled away. "Was there any of that champagne left from last night?"

I pointed to the magnum still in the bucket. "I think so, why?"

She lifted out the bottle and took a swig. "Perfect, still a little fizzy." 

Taking another mouthful she placed her mouth over my cock again, swilling the champagne over the head. The sensation was stunning, it was akin to being teased by a thousand tiny tongues all at once.

Slowly and expertly she sucked me off, pausing occasionally to dribble large gobs of saliva erotically on to the head of my cock. Gently she squeezed the end releasing from the slit several pearls of built up love juices, and smeared them over her lips inviting me to kiss her. Head spinning I nearly came there and then when she slid her lubricated lips across my own. When she felt that my climax was close she increased her sucking so that her face almost became a blur, and finally when she slipped a finger into my ass I lost all control and literally blasted my cum to the back of her throat. Very thoroughly she sucked every last drop from me and then did something so erotic I think I could have cum yet again. Placing her mouth above my cock she slowly dribbled all my spunk back down over the purple head and then, smacking her lips, licked it all up again.

I was so crazily turned on that I did something that I have never done before. I drew her head up to mine and kissed her hard, tasting my juices in her mouth. She groaned as we swapped the warm bitter liquid mouth to mouth. We kept on kissing until there was none left.

Only at this point did I become aware that I had two fingers in her pussy, and when we eventually broke apart I offered my tongue in their place. 

"Not now Tom, this was your moment. I will have mine later, I know you want to do it, don't worry!" 

Before I could reply she skipped off into the bathroom leaving me sticky and satisfied.

We had mango, pineapple and papaya for breakfast, served on our own little private patio, all the time touching each other intimately and talking about paradise, and of course sex. We discussed the couple we saw having sex and wondered which was their cabin, and whether we would get to talk to them about last night. We were soon to get the answer to that question. 

The rest of the morning was spent lazing in the sun on the sand, both of us eyeing the hammocks with a sly grin. An elderly lady was occupying the scene of last night's debauchery, if only she knew. I wondered with a smirk if we had left a sticky deposit on the canvas.

Les looked stunning in her little bikini, two triangles barely bigger than her aureole, and a not much larger one down below. I lay on my side admiring her lithe body, a teeny bit podgy in the stomach but the most gorgeous tight ass, her cheeks separated only by the merest thread of pink cotton. She smiled over her sunglasses when she saw the erection move in my pants.

Mischievously she looked around and then discreetly slipped a finger inside her pants and offered it me to taste.

"Mmm, you taste divine."

I was distracted by the clinking of plates in the restaurant. 

"But if I can't eat you just yet, I think I might settle for some of that over there," pointing to a colourful platter. I tend not to eat much at lunchtime unless the meal happens to consist of an available tasty morsel between a female's thighs, but as tempted as I was to drag her back to the cabin, the buffet looked so inviting we decided to abandon the sun for an hour or so. 

A whole group of tables had been monopolised by a day trip load of Canadians leaving us with the sole unoccupied one by the little plunge pool.

Soon after we had loaded our plates with every delicacy available we sat down and looked around at the other occupants of the restaurant. Almost immediately a pair of long Cameron Diaz legs suddenly blocked our view. They were topped by an impossibly short pair of bright blue shorts, a tanned belly sporting a ringed crucifix and perfectly rounded breasts barely concealed in a matching halter-top bra. The head of course was not that of Miss Diaz, but it did belong to the hammock girl from last night. All of this delicious scenery was absorbed in less than a second as she grinned at us and spoke softly.

"Hi, I'm Sue." 

I instantly fell in lust.

We pointed to the spare chairs at our table suggesting she might like to join us, and she drifted over to us barefoot, clutching what appeared to be a fruit salad in a tall glass of pink liquid. She was so friendly and outgoing that any embarrassment from the events of last night was non-existent. Sue didn't sit down immediately but moved closer, her tanned thighs within licking distance. I swear I could smell her sex.

"Where is your boyfriend?" asked Les, peering over her sunglasses.

"Just waiting for sleepy head to appear." She nodded back to the chalets. "We had a bit too much of this yesterday," pointing to her glass.

"Never mind," I laughed. "Hair of the dog I guess!"

Les caught me staring goggle-eyed at Sue, gave me a strange look and suggested again that she might like to sit down while waiting for her boyfriend, thus removing her crotch from my vision.

"Richard is not so much a boyfriend," Sue said as she settled into the seat opposite me, her feet accidentally touching mine. "More of a lifelong acquaintance, we've known each other since forever." 

She went on to say that they had taken their platonic friendship to a higher level only very recently and it was, she explained, not working too well, so they decided last night to enjoy the holiday as just the friends they used to be. I wondered if that had anything to do with the hammock incident.

Sue insisted we carry on with our meal since they were not eating but going on a tour as soon as he appeared. The subject of last night's events had to come up sooner or later and Les was the first to raise it, peering at Sue over her shades.

"That was rather pleasant last night." 

I nodded vigorously in agreement as we awaited Sue's reply.

"Yes it was lovely. No, I think exciting is the word," she grinned, "But I was so worried afterwards that you thought we were peeping toms and …"

"Hardly," I interrupted, "We did happen to watch you both too."

"Rich didn't know you were there until I told him." She giggled.

"I guess that explains why he ran off so quickly?" Les asked.

Sue nodded, sipping her cocktail, and explained that they had been on a heavy drink session yesterday afternoon on, eventually falling asleep in one of the hammocks. She had woken to see us both fooling around in the sea and, feeling decidedly horny, had started to make out with her boyfriend. By the time we had flopped down in the dark unknowingly close to them she had got him very interested. When she realised that we didn't know they were there she had really got turned on listening to us in the dark, and when the moon came out and it was obvious we could see them, she mounted him. For some reason he hadn't seen us or even heard us.

I was amazed at how open this girl was about her sexuality as Les replied to her, "Well if you must know, it turned us on too. We had only just flown in and were desperate for sex, you two at it were the icing on the cake for us."

Sue smiled. "Glad to be of help. I love to watch people having sex, and being watched too." 

We both nodded in agreement.

Sue pilfered a cherry tomato from my plate as I kept on the subject, "So where does Richard stand in all this? He looked a bit embarrassed last night." 

"He's a bit of a prude I'm afraid, got really pissed that I didn't tell him you were both there and..." 

At this point a rather lacklustre Richard appeared from around the bar, Sue waved to him to join us. She got up and kissed his cheek and introduced us.

"Les and Tom. These are our hammock neighbours Rich."

"Do join us Richard, fancy a drink of anything?" I asked, shaking a very firm hand. He was a tall lanky guy, dressed in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and blue jeans and like myself clean-shaven with dark curly hair. He looked decidedly embarrassed.

"Umm, just a beer please."

"Shall I make it four?" I asked, brows raised. Everyone nodded.

I returned with bottles of ice cold Banks to see that Richard had slid into the seat opposite Les, and they were already absorbed in conversation while Sue was fiddling with her mobile phone.

"Message?" I asked.

"Nah, just checking what time we are being picked up."

"Where are you going?"

"To the Pirates' set on the main island. You know, Pirates of the Caribbean? It was filmed there. I love Johnny Depp."

I laughed. "What female doesn't!"

"A lot of males too I hear. Come with us if you like, I expect there's room on the bus."

I was about to accept when Les interrupted to point out that we were both knackered after yesterday's events and suggested we take a rain check.

"Not surprised," Sue giggled, "You did both go at it like demons possessed!"

"I think she meant the travelling actually." I laughed, glancing at Les and Richard and saw that they were once again oblivious to our conversation. "But the other bit was well worth the effort too!"

"It was lovely," she replied softly, her bare foot briefly touching my leg, starting unbeknown to me a slow seduction that would peak at the weekend. "I hadn't been so horny in ages."

We continued to make small talk while the others were totally engrossed in some subject about antique books. Sue's blonde hair was curly and blowing gently in the breeze, her eyes a misty blue. She was a happy bubbly girl very much akin to Meg Ryan, but it was her lips that held my attention. They were soft and moist and I imagined for a fleeting moment the head of my cock pressed against them, urgently seeking entry, permitting the warm moist pleasure within. As she opened her mouth for a sip of her drink I wondered how my cum would look on her tongue. Little did I realise that within a few days I would find that out for myself.

"Tom?" She broke my thoughts with an admonishing look that said she knew exactly what I was thinking. "What are your plans tonight?" 

Before I could reply a waiter appeared saying that their transport was waiting by the ferry.

We said our goodbyes, suggesting vaguely we might meet up for dinner, but they weren't sure of their time of return. 

"Maybe we shall see you on the beach again?" Sue giggled suggestively as she reached under the table for her bag. I laughed with her, unsure of whether she was serious.

"I would love to watch you again," I whispered in reply, both our heads out of sight of the others.

"That would be fun," she grinned, her eyes glued to the obvious bulge in my pants.

I watched her tight little ass recede into the distance before Les kicked me gently, bringing me back to reality.

"Have you had enough to eat Tom?" she asked as we too left the table, me once again trying to hide an erection.

"Not quite," I smiled looking down at her groin, licking my lips suggestively. Sue's presence had totally turned me on and I had the urgent desire to lick some pussy, and that of Les happened to be the nearest to hand.

"Come on then, the drink has made me randy," she whispered into my ear, " I want you to make me cum, in the way that you want to do it."

Back in the room I did just that and took two hours giving her the extreme pleasure she desired, bringing her to peak after peak until my jaw ached and she could stand no more. All the time my body concentrated on Les my mind was focused on Sue, wondering if and when we would actually get as far as having sex together or whether it was just a fantasy and she was just flirting with me. Les, climbing down from a fifth orgasm, eventually read my thoughts.

"Do you think Sue was serious about the beach Tom? I heard you two whispering."

"I don't know, might be fun though, what do you think?"

"I would love to watch them do it again, maybe up closer this time."

"Then we would have to do it on the sand."

"No, the hammocks are better, gives us privacy if anyone comes along."

"I want to see her watching us too, but I'm not so sure he's as keen."

"I think he might be ok, he was telling me that he was due to get married at Easter. A couple of weeks before that he and his fiancée went to a party and she was seen to go upstairs with some bloke, you know the way people do, and he never saw her again."

"Poor guy. I know what it's like to get dumped."

"Rich said he is rather hesitant about anything to do with sex, unlike you," she giggled poking me in the ribs.

"Is that what you were talking about at the table?"

"Just a little. His passion is antique books, so when he knew about my job I couldn't stop him talking!"

"Did you discuss last night?"

"A little, but he hedged around it." 

She asked me what else Sue and I had been whispering about.

"Oh, just silly old sex, you know the way people do." 

"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" she laughed, and then on a serious note, "You fancy her don't you?"

Hesitantly I replied understatedly. "Yeah, I guess she is quite fanciable."

"Well, if I was a man I would certainly like to get into those little pants. You forget that I know men very well!" 

With a mischievous grin she surprised me with her next words, "I really don't mind if you want to fuck her Tom, there's something about Richard that fascinates me too, and…" as my eyes raised towards the ceiling "…no, it's not his cock!"

"Well, it certainly looked impressive from what I saw last night, and I did notice that he walked away with a hard-on after talking to you!"

"I saw that too. Do you know he almost blushed when I asked him how big he is, and he told me it's nine inches, but a little unused of late. I have to admit that I wouldn't mind being the one to get it working again!"

We kissed gently and laid naked in each other's arms, my cock resting against Les's back, but my thoughts were upon Sue. And evidently from the discreet movement of fingers between thighs, Les's were concentrated on Richard.

"Do you know, he is just the sort of guy I honestly think I could have a relationship with?"

With our thoughts dwelling on two other people, we fell into a contented sleep.

**

Richard and Sue hadn't returned in time for dinner, but we did meet up with them later in the bar, and Les and I were full of expectations. 

Right on cue it started to rain. 

"That's a shame," Sue smiled sadly, looking wistfully over her shoulder at the beach.

"It is," I agreed, going with the conversation. "The beach is so romantic in the dark."

"Yep, especially in good company!"

"So easy to get disturbed though."

"Only by others with similar ideas."

"Depends on the ideas!"

We were all laughing as the innuendos continued for a while. We admitted we were very horny at the thought of repeating the previous night's adventure, after a few drinks even Richard seemed to go with the flow and was clearly paying Les a lot of attention, as of course I was with Sue.

"Don't fancy doing it in the rain though," he observed.

"Why not?" said Sue. "All the more fun. I was at a party once and had sex with a bloke in his back garden and it was pissing down. We still had our clothes on with just openings for the vital bits!"

"You never told me about that," frowned Richard.

"You didn't need to know darling. It was a bit embarrassing really because everyone was clapping when we got back in, they had all been watching!"

We all laughed and Les put her hand under the table and discreetly stroked the outline of my cock. Sue saw what she was doing and grinned.

"When it's fine, shall we do it again then?" asked Les, finally approaching the subject that was at the forefront of all of our minds.

"I thought you would never ask," Sue replied to her, and I looked questioningly at Richard.

"Sod this fucking rain," exclaimed Sue looking out at the beach. "If only there was some cover out there, I'm so up for it now." 

Lewdly, she wriggled her hips back and forth in her chair. This woman was turning me on in a big way.

"Perhaps we could make a tent with the hammocks?" I suggested, "And lie underneath, be more private too." 

I had visions of us swapping partners beneath the canvas, eagerly watching as we openly fucked each other's partner.

"Nah," replied Richard, "Draw too much attention to ourselves."

More silence as we tried to think of a solution, all as keen as each other to have sex, and of course in sight of each other. I doubt two couples could have wanted sex more desperately than we all did at that moment.

Les's eyes suddenly lit up and she turned me. "How about pretending we are on the beach?"

"What do you mean? Like rigging the hammocks somewhere else?"

"No, silly. What about one of our rooms? With the lights out and the shutters open we could pretend, and we wouldn't get disturbed."

The idea of all four of us screwing on the same bed was not lost on Sue as our hungry eyes met for an instant, but Richard replied looked unsure. "Don't you think we would all be a bit too close?" 

"Not at all," retorted Sue, "I think it would be bloody sexy."

"Me too," agreed Les, who until now had remained silent. She grinned slyly at me, no doubt her mind concentrating on a certain nine-inch appendage.

"So?"

We all looked at each other, waiting for someone else to make the first move.

"I'm so fucking horny," sighed Sue, discreetly rubbing her bare toe along my calf.

"Me too," agreed Les giving my cock a firm squeeze. Two women touching me so seductively was almost too much to bear. I longed to have them both.

"No," muttered Richard, suddenly getting up. "I can't do this," and promptly stalked off to the end of the bar.

Sue, with a disappointed glare at his back, got up and apologised. "He still sees me as his long time platonic friend rather than his new lover and just can't get his head around me being so sexy with him. I think we were much better as friends rather than lovers." 




24 Hours Ch. 02



"I didn't get that impression on the beach last night," I grinned, but also disappointed that our anticipated foursome seemed doomed to failure.

"He didn't have much choice the way I felt," she laughed, her eyes following her partner. "I better go, sorry."

"No problem Sue," I replied quietly, also getting out of my seat. "We shall think of you two while we are having sex tonight."

She looked down at my crotch. "No doubt that will be very soon if your pants are anything to go by!"

She leaned over Les and kissed her softly on the mouth. Not wanting to miss out I enjoyed a brief exchange of tongues as I pressed my erection against her belly.

"Nice," she whispered. Then to us both, "Perhaps we'll see you around tomorrow?" and darted off in pursuit of Richard.

We hung around the bar a little longer.

"Another one?" I asked Les, hoping she would refuse, sex being the priority here.

"No Tom, all that talk has got me bloody horny, take me to bed and fuck me please."

Of course I did as requested, with great energy. Les was so unbelievably wet that for a moment I thought she had peed herself. Once again she resisted any prolonged foreplay and like a steel to magnet drew me deeply inside her. With her legs in the air I plunged deeply into her eager pussy while she frantically worked at her clit. I really wanted to time my climax with hers but due to the lack of friction she beat me too it, her hips lifting off the bed in ecstasy. I withdrew my cock from her sodden cunny and started to jerk off over her stomach, now so desperate to cum. But spotting my intention she sat up and leaned towards my groin, grabbing my slimy shaft in her little hand.

"No way are you doing that Tom. No one should have to masturbate when I am around!"

"You just did," I retorted.

"Women are different. My little point of pleasure is much smaller than yours!"

With that she lowered her mouth over my shaft, glistening in the moonlight with her juices. Unfortunately I was so close that I blasted off into her mouth after only a few deep sucks. Her eyes locked on mine, and my cock still completely out of sight in her mouth, she gulped and, to my delight swallowed it all. I stroked her hair as she continued to drain my cock, not a drop escaping her lips when, with a plop, she finally released me. We kissed softly, a faint taste of us both on her lips.

We cuddled down together under the sheet, naked and sweating lightly, the heat and smell of sex pervading the room. Les turned her head to me.

"Were you imagining that was Sue's mouth sucking you Tom? I noticed your eyes were closed."

"Not at all," I lied, "I was just imagining that she and Rich were watching us and doing exactly the same."

"Liar," she grinned. "I don't mind, I was actually fantasising he had his big cock in my pussy. Nothing against yours of course darling."

"Cool, I wish he wasn't such a prude, otherwise they would have been here in bed with us right now, and we would probably be fucking each other's partners."

"God, that would be so horny Tom, it's been a long time since I did that."

"Wow! A foursome?"

She laughed, kissing me on the nose. "Not quite, just three of us."

I had almost forgotten her previous life as a hooker. "Work then?"

"Work and pleasure. A guy and his wife. That VIP I told you about. He was work, she was the pleasure."

Despite his workout these past few hours Little Tom managed some renewed interest.

"You never told me you were bisexual Les."

"I'm not. His wife was a one-off for me. Her husband had been to me several times before, with her permission."

"Wow, that must be rare."

"You would be surprised the number of women who arrange a prostitute to keep their men happy, especially if they have access to his credit card."

"I wish my wife had been that generous, I would have been at your door every night!"

Les laughed. "You would have found me too expensive Tom."

"So what happened with this fellow and his wife, this threesome?"

"Nothing much to tell. She got curious about me and asked if she could watch me with her man. So, for an extra fee of course, she did just that. She probably thought she might learn some new techniques!"

My cock was once again hard and poking into the cheeks of her ass. "Did she join in?"

"Yes, sort of. We kissed and she sucked on my nipples while he shagged me, I didn't mind that, she had a nice touch."

"Did she do anything else?"

"She asked if she could lick me while I sucked him off."

"Fuck! And did you let her?"

"After further financial negotiations yes, I did. She actually got me off, which is more than most of the men did. I remember joking that I should have been paying her."

"Then that makes you bisexual." 

My cock was now seeking her wet cavity from behind, eager to make love to her again, but at a more leisurely pace.

"No Tom, I have no desire to lick, suck or fuck another woman, that was purely for money, just like all the male punters. But I can tell you this, the way Sue was looking at me earlier, I think she might be up for that sort of thing."

My cock had now found its target and slithered slowly inside. She groaned as I reached full penetration from behind and we started on a slow spooning fuck. But it was a token gesture and we both soon fell asleep, glued moistly together, little suspecting how events were soon to change our lives even further.

To be continued in Part 3. The sexual attraction for each other's partner reaches a climax



24 Hours Ch. 03



You stand there.

Legs spread apart.

Blindfolded face looking sightlessly ahead.

Not moving a muscle, not saying a word.

Just as I told you to.

Your wrists are roped together behind your back, a second length of rope pulling them high up your back before encircling your upper arms and torso, loops between your arms pulling the rope tight impressing its pattern into the flesh of your upper breasts and arms leaving you with little of no possible movement in your hands, making it impossible for you to protect your ass or lower body.

But you know this.

You've been standing like that like that for 5 minutes now and I've not touched you since I positioned you there, but you know you stay like that mute and still no matter what I do to you or if as now I chose to do nothing, just making you wait.

The desire to make you disobey me is getting strong now, I quietly kneel in front of you and insert my tongue between your legs then trace a line of wetness upwards to your navel. I feels your belly tense, your breathing quicken as I lick your navel. You taste salty but still you remain silent, immobile, almost defiant.

I move behind you now, touch your leg on the inside just above your ankle and draw my hand upwards along your inner thigh barely touching you, yet I notice your fingers are writhing my hand continues its journey along the crease of you ass just one finger now stopping only when it reaches the small of your back.

I do the same on the other leg carefully skirting but not touching your pussy. Your breathing is quite rapid now and your body is giving of a not unpleasant scent of sweat and musk. I wonder how long it will be before you crack, I don't want it to be too soon, I'll have to give you something else to think about.

The cane feels cold and smooth in my hands, I crack it against my palm warning you of it presence. I see you flinch and your lips tighten you know what's coming but not where. I draw the cane across your soft belly, You tense yourself, bite your lip, now you know.

I strike once, not hard enough to wind you but the red line slowly emerging on your skin testifies to its effect as does the catch in your breathing, yet you remain still. I strike again, another red line forming an X. I think how this temporary disfigurement enhances rather that distracts from your beauty. I kiss you where the lines intersect.

Stepping back I consider which part of you to give my attention to next. Your nipples are so hard and protruding they just beg for attention, gripping each nipple between the thumb and index finger of each hard I begin to roll them slowly increasing the pressure as I watch your face. You bite down on your lower lip and I see you fight your body's desire to thrust you pelvis forward. I release the pressure, I don't want you cracking yet, I have more plans for you before that. 

Your back is damp now, I lift your hair to one side and kiss you just below the base of your neck. you feel the cane between your legs and tighten your buttocks in response, I draw the cane slowly out along the parting of your ass letting you feel each irregularity on its surface, you tense in anticipation of pain, but this time I spare you. I notice the cane is slick with your wetness, since you like the cane so much I think you should ride it for a while.

Sitting relaxed cross legged before you I rise the cane to your pussy taking care that it is seated between your lips and slowly increase the pressure, I watch you rise onto your toes with one foot and then the other the muscles in your throat start to stand out, your lips part. I wait until you start to lower your head and a slight tremor appears in your thighs then I lower the cane, hear you gasp with relief.

I stand walk to the chair, sit down and roll a smoke. I looked at you, still unmoving silent. I'm proud of you but still I make you wait until I've finished my smoke.

Making no attempt at stealth I remove my shirt and go to you, sliding one hand behind your back and one flat on your belly I press my chest against your breasts and slide three fingers of my hand between your thighs, pressing against your wetness. You moan, I lift and insert one finger. You crumble. 

Your mouth kissing my chest, your body pressing down on my hand gasping small incoherent sounds. I pull your head back by your hair.

"I think that constitutes disobedience, don't you?"

You try to avoid answering but I still have you fast by your hair.

"Yes."

Holding you by the ropes across your back I guide you to the bed, throw you face down and quickly bind your ankles to the bed posts.

Sitting besides you on the bed I stroke your ass.

"That will cost six strokes of the cane." 

You lay still.

"And because we don't want to scare the local wildlife you are to accept it in silence." 

You say nothing.

"If you are too noisy I'll simply gag you and give you twenty strokes." 

I hear a muffled. 

"No."

"Or if you think you'll be unable to remain silent." I pause.

"Tell me now and I'll gag you and only give you six."

I can almost hear you thinking. if you tell me to gag you you'll be unable to ask me to stop but the idea of twenty strokes also scares you, you could ask me to stop now but you don't want to but this will hurt but you don't want to chicken out, quite a quandary.

I wait.

"Gag me." 



24 Hours Ch. 03



The story so far: I was left owning a spare ticket of two for a holiday in the Caribbean, and persuaded a total stranger, Lesilia (Les), to join me, purely for the holiday and some no-strings sex. On our first night on the beach we met up with Richard and Sue who happened to be engaged in a discreet moonlight coupling at the same as we were performing a similar exercise in an adjacent hammock. The attraction between each other's partner grew to the extent that we all hoped to repeat the first-night incident, and much more.

Part 3 -- Sue.

The next day the weather was rather indifferent and while Les lazed around the pool I set foot on St Vincent armed with camera in search of my rare bird, the West Indian Whistling Duck. We had only caught a brief glimpse of Richard and Sue. I think his fear that our warming friendship would run into something deeply sexual involving all of us together, and kept us apart. Meanwhile we lapped up what sun was available, ate like horses and fucked like rabbits. Thanks to Les's questionable experience, we performed sex in a different position each time, many of them unique to me.

Passing through the reception area one morning I did manage to catch a moment alone with Sue who reminded me that Saturday night was disco night, and perhaps we should all meet up for that. She indicated that if the previous gig was anything to go by, it would be great fun.

"Especially if you two are there," she added, grinning widely. 

"I shall look forward to that."

"So shall I Tom." She kissed me softly on the lips and pressed her bikini-clad breasts into my chest. I started to grab her ass to pull her close but she pushed me away.

"Too public Tom!" 

I reminded her that wasn't a problem the other night, but she just laughed and padded off to the beach in her bare feet, deliberately wriggling her tight little bum as she walked.

On the Thursday afternoon, following some earlier laboured trawling the precipitous paths in search of the nesting place of the endangered bird, a large grey duck plopped right down in front of us on the beach and gazed at us nervously as it perched on a vacant hammock, causing it to rock gently. 

When eventually it flew away and I had given up trying to follow its path back to the main island, Les remarked, "That bloody bird does exist then. So it wasn't an excuse to get into my pants after all then?"

I frowned. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that duck was not the duck I want. My duck has much longer legs, is brown in colour and lives in the trees. Wrong duck!"

"Oh duck!" she laughed. 

Before leaving home I had pre-booked a day trip to Barbados for tomorrow and, after checking with the airline that there were seats still available, we intercepted our new friends on their way out to dinner, asking if they would like to join us. Sue was immediately attracted to the idea but Richard, as usual, seemed reticent.

"Come on," I persisted, "The fare is only about $US90 return each."

"That's peanuts," agreed Sue, with a pleading look at her man.

At first he declined but, with the aid of the local liquor Sue eventually persuaded him to agree. 

**

Next morning saw us all on the first flight out of St Vincent, and a friendly taxi dropped us in Bridgetown in time for a breakfast of eggs and bacon, an item sadly missing from the menu at our resort.

We all had a happy time that day, and although sex was never mentioned and even Richard seemed more relaxed, a certain tension was apparent in the air. 

Les remarked to me quietly, "We are all going to shag like crazy soon, or go bloody mad!" 

We explored Cave Shepherd for T-shirts and celebrity hunted along Sandy Lane beach and our friendship blossomed. It seemed natural for me to hold Sue's hand and for Rich's arm to be around Les. In the darkness of the underground tour of Harrison's Cave we gently kissed, sensing that behind us the other two were taking our cue and following suit. I sensed the Sue, like me, wanted to go much further, but it was too public.

As is the norm for the Caribbean, our return flight was late, the small propjet had flown in from Jamaica, this being the fifth stop before terminating in Grenada, and was full, and noisy! We doubted the hotel would cater for us this late so we snacked in Kingstown, hamburger and chips, accompanied by the inevitable rum punch! By the time we reached the hotel we were all tired and, after prolonged hugs and kisses all round, crashed out after promising to meet up for the disco the next night. No further mention had been made of setting up a foursome.

**

Saturday dawned grey and windy, it was the approach of the hurricane season, and after a light breakfast we decided to stay in bed expecting, as indeed it worked out, a very late night ahead. The sun appeared in the afternoon but our friends were mysteriously absent. We discovered later they had returned to their favourite pirates haunt, rain or no rain.

For the disco, the restaurant tables were all placed around the walls and the floor had been dusted heavily with talc so we could dance barefoot. There were a lot of new arrivals this day so we were fortunate to acquire a quiet table in a fairly secluded corner, a very useful acquisition as it later turned out.

Les wore a long colourful Caribbean dress she had bought yesterday in Bridgetown, straight cut across the chest but not enough to hide her reasonable cleavage. Her red hair was tied back into plaited ponytails and she was sporting two huge dangling earrings, her fingers as usual covered with silver rings of every description. I was sporting cream chinos and a bright yellow polo shirt that Sue had bought for me. It was printed in black with the motto, 'I am a diver and go in deep.' 

We were on our third rum and coke when our friends spotted us, and I ordered margaritas all round.

We sat around the table watching the room slowly fill up. The disco would be under cover with the dancing area out in the open next to the pool, I wondered how they coped if it rained. We chatted generally about what we had been up to, me and my ornithological ramblings, their pirates adventure, until Sue whispered conspiratorially in my ear. 

"Don't you think the beach looks inviting tonight? And it's not raining either!"

"I wish!" I replied. "Too dodgy though, too many people about, we will have to find somewhere else." I winked at her.

Until the disco got into gear we kept the drinks flowing, the girls staying on margaritas, the men on beers, and of course the conversation naturally turned to a sexual nature, all of us getting noticeably hornier by the minute. When the band did eventually arrive and struck up with a concocted mixture of Caribbean and Western music, people got in the mood and drifted out on to the floor. Richard grabbed Sue for some indescribably noisy piece, while Les and I were content to sit it out and watch. Averting her gaze from Sue, Les shouted above the music into my ear.

"I think from the look in her eyes, you are going to get lucky tonight Tom."

I grinned and shouted back, "If I do, then I think you have some nice cock available for you."

When they returned Sue grabbed me by the hand. "Can I borrow him Les?"

"Sure," Les grinned, and before Richard could sit down she grabbed his arm too.

"Come on mister, you're not missing out on this," and we all headed out into the sweaty throng of dancers.

The music had switched to calypso and I gyrated uncomfortably with the rhythm as I admired Sue swinging her body easily to the music. The immensely sexy girl jerked her hips suggestively towards me and I clumsily returned the gesture. As soon as the music softened to soul and several couples had headed for the bar, she drifted into my arms and we swayed together near the band, our charged bodies pressed tightly together, flimsy clothing barely separating our sweating bodies, but serving to conceal my excitement. My throbbing erection was pressed hard against her tight belly.

I nuzzled her neck, my lips finding her ear as once more I had to shout over the music, "I fancy you."

"I already knew that," she yelled back, rubbing her scantily covered flesh against the rigid outline in my pants. I swear my cock could detect the heat of her lust waiting to be unleashed.

As we drifted away from the band she pulled on my arm, indicating a quiet darkened corner.

"Come on, let's go over there."

Out of sight of the tables and the band she threw her arms around my neck and planted her lips on mine, her tongue probing eagerly into my mouth, our bodies urgently grinding together as if in a dry fuck. As we snogged heavily in the semi-dark, my fingers strayed under the top of her dress to her nipple, erect and ready for attention. I briefly cupped her breast, lifted the little acorn to my mouth and gave it the gentlest of kisses, promising more. Meanwhile she had grasped hold of my cock through my pants.

"I want to fuck," she mouthed to me silently, her eyes misty with desire. 

"I want to fuck you too." I whispered back. 

The band had ended its number, the dancers were leaving the floor, only the drummer was left in sight of our hideaway.

"Do me now Tom." She reached into the waistband of my chinos for a better feel of the object of her desire.

"What, here?" I looked around the room with some apprehension.

"Yes, right here," she hissed. "No-one will see. Come on, I want you so bad." She lifted the hem of her skirt. "Feel how wet I am."

Not that it needed any guiding, but she took my hand and placed it between her naked thighs. I was delighted to discover that Sue was pantyless and indeed soaking wet. Under their own volition my fingers gravitated straight into her slick pussy. She trembled at my touch while she lowered my zip and non-too-gently extracted my cock. I wasn't exactly dry either. Breathing deeply with her passion, she pulled it closer towards its natural destination.

She pleaded, her eyes begging, "Come on Tom, I need you inside me, now! Please?"

Like a dog scenting a bitch in heat, I needed no further encouragement and, propping one of her legs on a convenient bottle crate, I placed my cock head at the entrance to her sex. 

Just as she started to lower herself on to me, I spotted a movement behind her, and froze. Two of the musicians had come into our space for a smoke and were clearly, but silently, interested in the sexy spectacle about to be enacted before their very eyes.

Reluctantly I pulled away from her, careful not to expose our private parts to the new audience.

"What's wrong Tom?" she groaned into my mouth. Reaching between us she grabbed again at my cock, engaging it back inside its home between her wet lips. "Please don't stop now."

I whispered, "We are being watched. The band."

She turned and grinned at one of the guitarists. "Fuck them, I don't care...pleeeese? They won't mind."

With that she eased her delightful cunny back on to me and, seemingly without a care in the world, started to hump on the head of my cock.

As far as voyeurism goes I am the first one to join in, and if the guys had stayed where they were I think I would have carried on, but when they started to manoeuvre themselves into position for a more graphic view, and with no little consideration to the surroundings, I called a halt to the proceedings.

Sue groaned, reluctantly smoothing down her skirt while I zipped up. "Okay Tom, but this is strictly a rain-check, I have to have you soon, very soon."

I took her arm. "Don't worry, I am sure we'll find a way to fuck before the night's out."

The musicians grinned as we passed by them and back into the bar area. I was amazed that we had only been out of sight of our partners for less than five minutes.

As we returned hand in hand to the table I posed the obvious question, "What do we do about the others?"

She pointed toward our corner. "I think that problem's already solved." 

Les and Richard were not, as I expected, engrossed in conversation about antiquarian books. They were in fact snogging as heavily as we had been a moment or so ago. Even in the dim lighting I could see his hand discreetly exploring her breast, and one of hers was out of sight below the tabletop. They were in a virtual replay of our own recent fooling around.

"Wow!" was all I could manage as we drifted closer, slowly enough for them to spot us and collect themselves. 

I really don't think they had noticed our absence and, grinning to myself, I wondered what Rich's reaction would have been if he had known that moments ago I had started to screw his girlfriend just a few yards away. As we sat down Sue cut no ice and grinned at the other two.

"Sorry Les, I seem to have given your man a problem with his pants." She squeezed my cock through my chinos as if to prove the point. It was a miracle there was no stain there.

"Well, first of all Sue," retorted Les with a broad grin, "Tom is not my man and, secondly, I think I might have gone one better than you."

She then surprised us both by turning and exposing Richard's lower half, his erection also very evident in his low cut pants, the pink circumcised head of his long cock just peeping out above his belt.

Sue laughed. "Boasting again Rich, that's going to get you into trouble one day." 

Les placed her hand in his lap to hide his embarrassment. "Now where the fuck do we go from here?"

I knew very well where the fuck Sue and I wanted to go, but the decision had to come from someone else, preferably her own partner. As we sat down close together I swear I could smell her sex! Or maybe it was her smell coming from my pants!

There was an embarrassing silence as we all stared at Rich, waiting for him to speak. 

"I was afraid of this, it's ending up like some sordid wife swap and..."

"No its not Rich," interrupted Sue, squeezing me even tighter, after checking the adjacent tables for onlookers.

"...the sort of thing they do behind curtains on council estates."

"But we're not wives, we are free spirits and free to fuck who we like."

Les joined in, "I agree. And anyway, how can it be wife swapping if none of us is married?"

I could feel the frustration building within Sue, it was time to put my oar in. "Can't we just think of this as some no-strings fun among good friends?"

The girls both nodded eagerly, both as anxious for sex as I was, and even Richard managed a half-smile, his erection hadn't budged an inch. And he could afford a few inches of budging!

"Well, I guess if you put it like that. It's just that I don't want us all going down there." He pointed to the beach. "I want to be with her in private." He stared long and hard at Les, she patted his cock in reply.

Then, through the alcohol, inspiration hit me. " Hey, how about we do it like this?"

"What?" they all chorused, Sue gripping me even harder in anticipation.

"Okay..." I paused for dramatic effect. "...Richard, may I have the pleasure of borrowing your girl friend for tonight please? And you can borrow mine."

For a brief moment he looked puzzled, and then grinned with a relieved expression. 

"Fuck, why didn't I think of that?

The girls clapped their hands in delight. 

"But only if you return the goods in the same condition you found them!"

"What? Do you mean horny Rich?" said Sue laughing.

The need to have sex very soon now lay very heavily on us all, the dreaded tell-tale had arrived through my pants and both girls quietly admitted that their skirts were soaking behind, Sue in particular, being without underwear. 

Our hasty departure from the restaurant did not go amiss from the band, a few lewd remarks from them and we were past and hurrying to our chalets, Sue and I hand in hand to hers with Les and Rich racing off to mine. We had all agreed to meet up for breakfast at nine the next morning. Little did we suspect that they would be too busy talking all night to get around to sex!

Sue and I literally fell together on the bed, laughing and pawing at each other, and slowly got lost in our very first prolonged deep kiss, our tongues lashing together in total passion, while our hands ripped at each other's clothing. Our urgency belied the fact that we now had the whole night to discover each other intimately. As we kissed I was half on top of her, pressing my erection into her thigh with slow thrusting movements as though I was already inside her pussy.

Our mouths parted and she let out a long breath and then, pulling out from underneath me, quickly moved off the bed to stand next to it. She shed her skirt and top in one swift motion and jumped back onto the mattress. We were kneeling facing each other now, her lips again sought mine and she reached down to start pulling my pants off too, her hands more often trying to stroke my cock than making any progress at undressing me. Very soon we were both panting with sheer lust for each other, and the only item of clothing remaining were her bra and my black boxers which were doing nothing to hide my strong arousal, the rest of our clothes now in a heap on the floor.

Gently pushing her back on the bed again, my hand slid into the warm juncture of her thighs to continue my exploration of her delightful body. Her fine pubic hairs, which guaranteed her to be a true blonde, were trimmed into a small triangle, the pubis also lined with fine golden hair. Her lips, easily visible through them, parted easily in the wetness and warmth of her arousal as my fingers started to move more insistently. I jumped when I felt her toes reach out tease my erection.

As Sue moaned and pressed herself up against my hand, I inserted a gentle finger into her opening, being careful to stay away from her already engorged clitoris. With my free hand I stroked the soft swelling of her breasts while my finger moved in and out of her naturally lubricated pussy. The urge to continue what we started in the bar and plunge my cock deep within her was almost overwhelming. Inserting another finger I leaned down to put my mouth near her clitoris and lightly dragged my tongue across it while I worked inside her. She tasted so sweet as my tongue lingered over her open slit, but I couldn't do what I really wanted to do in this position. Sliding down the bedspread I moved down between her thighs and spread them wide to give myself better access. She passed me a pillow to place under her bum.

I returned to the paradise between her legs and while I tortured her clitoris with soft circles of wet tonguing, I slowly began to finger fuck her soaking cunny. Her breathing accelerated and her hips gyrated as she pressed herself up against my mouth striving for the satisfying pressure of my tongue. I fingered her more quickly as she seemed to enjoy the sensation of my fingers moving roughly within her. While my free hand switched from one sensitive nipple to the other, my tongue alternated from moving briefly against her clitoris, flicking lightly in time with my stroking hand, then away to her upper thighs, savouring the leaking juices of her passion.

Sue was groaning and tossing her head back and forth in pleasure, calling out my name, urging me on, continuously requesting that I let her cum. Finally I relented, concentrating totally on her sensitive button, and when at last she was near orgasm, I focused on keeping the rhythm she wanted, fingers deep inside, thrusting, stimulating the furry surface of her g-spot, my tongue attacking her clitoris. 

The end came quickly as suddenly she stopped breathing, her body frozen as if in electric shock, and then erupted in moans of pleasure, her thighs clamping down on my hand. Grinning like the proverbial cat, I helped work her down from her orgasm, mercilessly and ever more slowly driving my fingers in and out of her to keep the sensation intense, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. 




24 Hours Ch. 03



Sue shivered as we both relaxed back, sweating freely on the covers. With a gleam in her eye she reached down for my cock. 

"Come here mister, I only got a little of this fellow earlier, I want the rest of him now!"

She pulled me up to her, between her open legs, her swollen pussy glistening in anticipation in the moonlight. Pulling her knees up slightly she reached down between them putting my cock in line with its target. She gazed at my aching erection, leaking slowly at the tip. 

"I've been waiting all week for you mister dick, ever since I saw you on the beach."

"He's been hard for you ever since."

Instinctively I held myself up on my hands as she rubbed my tip once on her clitoris and then slid me down and into her waiting haven of sex. With a groan I lowered myself until I was fully inside her, and her arms went around my neck pulling me tightly to her breasts. She was incredibly wet and the heat around my cock was amazing as she pushed hard up against my thrusts. Of the women that I have been fortunate enough to share my bed with, I have never known anyone so incredibly turned on as Sue was at this moment. The desire was literally soaking her, the effect not dissimilar to that of fucking a heated water-melon (Gentleman you should try it; very handy when without a sex partner! But do remember not to put it back on the shelf afterward!). Fortunately she was drier deeper inside, and I was able to achieve some friction around the head.

So I made love to this delightful randy woman for the first time, driving deeply but leisurely inside her. I slowly drew one of my legs up and this subtly changed the angle at which I entered her, forcing my strokes on to her g-spot. Dragging her arms from around my neck I gathered them in one hand and pressed them hard above her head into the soft pillow as I pushed into her with more passion, her eager thrusts meeting mine stroke for stroke. Sue hunched her head forward in pleasure, both of us panting and groaning, and the bed, not to be left out, began to squeak loudly. We paused when we heard a noise outside and I chose the moment to suck on her engorged nipples, not really as large as acorns, more like swollen sultanas, and a similar colour.

"Mmm," she groaned, "bite them."

Holding her breast firmly I took a nipple gently between my lips and slowly drew forward grazing it with my teeth until it plopped out of my mouth. I repeated it with the other nipple and switched back and forth chewing a little harder each time as she resumed her movement on my cock.

"Wait." she said, and pushed me off her body and turned over on to her hands and knees and then eased her ass back towards me, guiding my hard cock back into her from behind. As we renewed our lovemaking she grabbed the headboard, almost kneeling up on the pillows, her hands gripping the heavy wooden frame, and I pulled her back forcefully on to my cock, forcing her to gasp. She sensed my urgency and we began to move much faster than before, my pounding deep into her cunny meeting her eager thrusts back toward me. By now we were both oozing so much love juice that they combined to drip down over my balls on to the bed cover below

Our sweating bodies moving together, accompanied by our panting and moaning, was the only sound as we moved faster and faster, the sweat pouring off us both. Sue reached back and stroked my balls lightly as she leaned forward into the pillow, her head turned trying to watch me between her thighs as I shafted her from behind, my cock glistening with our juices each time I retracted. Realising my need to cum, she began to squeeze her muscles around me as I pumped rapidly in and out, and I reached around in search of her clit.

Gasping out loud, I thrust into her one last time and, unable to survive the pleasure she was exerting on me, my cock swelled once and exploded deep inside of her. I discharged my spunk deep into her pussy as she rocked back against me, cooing with pleasure. My knees almost collapsed as I slowed down, enjoying the feeling of the steaming hot wetness I had just delivered inside her trembling body.

As our panting slowed, I pulled out from her and rested back on my haunches, breathless, watching my cum seep out between her lips on to the bedsheet.

Our bodies glowing with sweat we both lay down facing each other, and I lifted her leg to reinsert my cock in an effort to contain our remaining love juices, amazingly I was still rock hard. We kissed tenderly as we held each other closely, and I moved gently inside her, squelching deliciously inside her spunky pussy.

"That was amazing Tom," she whispered. "That was really up there, I just knew you would be good."

"I can honestly say that was the best ever for me." Of course I would have said that anyway! 

"I just hope you are on the pill," I added as an afterthought. "That was about ten million sperm I just put in there."

She grinned, "If I wasn't then we have just created the most beautiful baby!"

"It's a bit late, but we didn't think about a condom did we?"

She grinned at me cheekily, "Not the occasion for condoms Tom. Not with sex like that!"

"I must say that it felt fabulous to really let go freely inside you instead of a boring old rubber."

"Well I'm happy because Les told me that you both got tested before the holiday. Added to that I have always played safe, and Rich always wears one."

Kissing me on the nose, she wriggled on my cock, keeping me firmly inside her.

"I had been waiting so long to do it naked I thought tonight would be appropriate. I'm so glad we did. Anyway I don't see how you would get one to fit this fat thing," she laughed, squeezing her vaginal muscles against the organ in question.

"It does give Durex a problem," I joked, kissing her back on the lips, forcing them open searching again for her tongue. 

Kissing passionately we started moving together again, facing each other, side by side. Our combined love juices squelched loudly inside her pussy, making us both laugh. This time around the sex was far less urgent, more a deep loving expression of our new friendship as we continued to kiss and fuck. Our bodies trembled and moved together as one, both aware that this was very start of something very special between us. I increased my pace as I sensed the approach of her orgasm. When she cried out and started to shudder and wriggle on my cock, I released yet more cream into her warm pussy.

With tears of passion and gratitude we fell asleep wrapped together, naked and hot to the touch outside, wet and satisfied within.

In the night I opened my eyes to find I was lying behind her, my arms around her chest, her nipples hard against my palms. My cock was erect and pressed into the crease of her ass. Sue moaned in her sleep as I sought her entrance and slipped easily inside her pussy, pushing slowly and purposefully into the warm wetness that resided there from a few hours ago. Once fully inside her I lay still, enjoying the heat of her and, as I softly caressed her nipples, I was thrilled to feel her move her hips back against me, inviting more. 

Ever so slowly we made love, side by side. I lifted her leg over my thigh as our hips worked together in unison and gradually the intensity of our desire urged us to fuck a little faster. Whereas she had been quiet before she started to mutter. 

"Fuck me Tom, fuck my pussy with your big fat cock." 

I attempted to rub her clit as she started to slam back against me and all to soon another orgasm overtook her and as she lay there trembling with passion I managed to scrape up a little more semen to deposit inside her welcoming pussy. Very quickly we fell asleep again, but not before I heard her whisper, "I like how you fuck, Tom."

I replied, laughing gently in her ear, "I like the way I fuck too." 

It was a long time since I had known anyone who enjoyed sex as much as this girl, and enjoyed talking dirty in the middle of it. But then it was only our first night together, there were surely more to come.

**

We woke to the ringing of my mobile. A distinctly tired-sounding Les asked if we could make it an hour later. 

"I wonder what they have been up to?" smiled Sue through sleepy eyes.

"If they did a fraction of what we did last night, they will still have had a wonderful time."

Having brewed some tea I passed a cup to Sue as she sat up on the bed, her breasts looking invitingly succulent in the bright morning light. Her eyes followed my stare and she attempted to cover them, grinning with false modesty. She took a sip from her cup and then, putting it down on the little bedside table, she gave me a serious look. 

"Come here Tom."

I sat back on the bed beside her, my cock hardening in expectation of more sex, but she took my hand and looked earnestly into my eyes. The sheet had slipped, once again exposing her pretty tits, the strong aroma of stale sex wafting up from down below.

"Tom, would you believe me if I told you that last night was the most wonderful sex I have ever had? And I've had my share too."

"Well," I replied, moving my hand down between her legs, "This is the most delightful pussy I have ever tasted or made love to and, if you must know..." 

I held up my hand as she started to reply, 

"...I have never known anyone move the way you do when having sex, there is nothing better than a woman fucking back at you."

My finger had slipped into a very wet pussy as she started to reach for my growing cock, then suddenly she pushed me away and leapt from the bed. 

"No Tom, we mustn't be late for the others, and look at the state of us, we stink of sex. Let's go shower." 

I admired her tight ass, a glimpse of matted blonde hairs peeping between the round cheeks, as she headed for the bathroom. She turned and paused at the door, staring at me thoughtfully as I absent-mindedly stroked my cock. Her own fingers had strayed between her thighs.

"By the way, am I dreaming, or did we do it again in the night?"

"If you can't remember, I'm not telling you." I laughed and pointed to the bed. "Maybe you had a wet dream?"

"Yes, very wet," she smiled, pointing to the obligatory wet patch. "Seems too much there for a dream though."

Of course we showered together, and the resulting mutual intimate soaping of each other roused us to the point that we had a stand up quickie in the little cubicle under the cascading water. This time it was more of an urgent satisfying prod, and somehow cemented this new relationship that was starting to form. As we dried each other off we agreed that our affair would continue after we returned home.

"I want to have you in your bed Tom, and I want you to have me in mine."

"What about Richard?"

"He's not into threesomes," she joked.

" I am," I declared as I watched her sexily step into a clean pair of panties. "But prefer to be outnumbered by a different sex!"

She stroked my cheek lovingly. "Knowing my...Rich...I don't think you need to worry. I have a feeling that his own bed will quickly be occupied by a certain librarian!"

As we dressed we talked more about our partners. "I wonder if they had as good a time as we did Sue."

"Well, if she likes long ones she will have been in heaven. Personally he's just a bit too much for me. He hurts, no wonder his fiancée deserted him!"

"How big is he then?" I recalled the exposure in the bar last night, and took a guess. "Eight inches?"

"Nine-and-a-half inches, I measured him once," she laughed, squeezing my groin. 

"Much prefer a fat one though," she added, reaching up and kissing me, her hand grabbing my crotch. "More to grip you see."

As we left the chalet and headed toward the restaurant Sue whispered, "I want to do all that again before we leave here. I just wish it could be tonight, but we did promise Uncle Norman." 

Sue had explained earlier that her boyfriend's holiday had been organised by his uncle who lived on Bequia, a short island hop away. Richard and Sue had been invited to dinner and overnight with them, and were unable to retract.

She grabbed my arm. "How about tomorrow? We shall be back for breakfast."

"Yes please! But don't you think we better check with the others first?"

"I don't think that's going to be a problem, there is something I want to tell you about Richard, but now's not the time."

The other two lovers were already feasting on what remained of the breakfast buffet when we arrived. It was kisses all round followed by an embarrassed silence, until Les spoke.

"Well, all I am fit for this morning is a horizontal position, and I mean the sunbathing one!" 

We all laughed and suggested it might be tactful to split with our own original partners after breakfast, and we all agreed to laze together on the beach for a while.

"So how was your night?" I asked Les quietly as we settled in our loungers, although I already heard that they hadn't actually had full-on sex. We were pretty much out of hearing of the other two, but Sue kept glancing at me, winking secretly.

"Would you believe we just talked Tom, despite what you saw in the restaurant and me feeling pretty horny. Yeah okay, we touched each other a bit and relieved some tension if you know what I mean. But somehow it just seemed right to get to know each other before we have full sex. And I know we will, very soon, assuming you have no objection. There is something very fascinating about Richard that I would like to investigate further."

"What, the nine inches you mean?" I joked.

"Ha ha, no problem there. You forget I have met all sizes!" 

She then looked at me seriously and whispered, "And don't you dare tell anyone...you haven't have you?"

"No way. But you will have to tell Richard if you get serious."

"Don't worry I will, but now's not the time. Sue knows though, I told her the other day. Anyway I know something about him I bet you don't."

"What?"

"It's not for me to tell you. All I can say is that it leaves the way open for you and Sue, if that's what you want."

We heard the other two giggling over something before we settled down to read or sleep in the weak sunlight. Once or twice Sue smiled and blew me a kiss, then gazed at my groin, licking her lips with promise in her eyes. I returned her gesture with a crude curled tongue.

After dozing a little I awoke to see Les and Richard frolicking in the water. Sue saw that I was awake and beckoned me, requesting her bare back to be oiled.

"Les said there is something I should know about Richard?" I poured some coconut oil into the crease of her back.

"So, he's told her then. That's good. I'll tell you later, I'm not ready...mmm that's nice, bum as well please."

"I want to fuck you again."

"I know you do, and Rich really seems happy being with Les. When do you think we should ask them about swapping again? Assuming you can stand another night with me!"

"It wasn't swapping Sue, it was borrowing partners if you remember. Sort of cementing new relationships."

"Oh, is that what it was? Then I think you left a load of cement in me!"

The others returned and Richard informed us he and Sue had to leave soon to get ready for their family visit.

I was about to ask him the big question when he picked up my very thoughts.

"When we come back, if it's alright with you two, I would like to spend a whole day with Les," he declared, taking her hand.

"And night too please," she added, grinning.

"Sounds cool, okay with me," echoed Sue understatedly. "Perhaps I can help you find your duck Tom?"

"Or something that rhymes with it more likely!" taunted Les.

Richard looked thoughtfully at her. "Fancy going out in a boat? Just the two of us?"

Les nodded vigorously. "Lovely. Perhaps we'll find a deserted island!"

"So how about we all meet up here for breakfast in the morning? If we can we'll be back on the very first ferry, I don't get on that well with Uncle Norman."

Reaching out for Sue I looked alternately at Les and Richard. 

"Don't know about you guys, but I thought last night was something special..." 

Sue squeezed my hand tightly.

"...And we are definitely up for giving it another go, maybe a whole 24 hours?" 

I paused, looking at both of them in turn. "So, who's up for it?"

I wasn't really surprised to see Richard's hand first in the air, we all happily followed suit.

"After breakfast then?" I suggested, and everyone nodded. 

"Twenty four hours it is!" we all chorused and glasses were raised. 

"Here's to fun!" I toasted.

"And sex!" added Sue, attracting a few knowing smirks from the nearby table as, with considerable reluctance she headed back with her boyfriend to their cabin to get dressed. I remember hoping that by now the sheets had been changed!

"You seem to have hit it off with him Les," I observed as we regrettably watched them leave.

"Do you think so Tom? I am very wary of men at the mo, and you know the only two reasons I came here with you."

"Sun and sex," I laughed.

"Exactly! So what happens if this develops? Do you mind that I am attracted to him?"

"I intend to sleep with Sue again if that answers your question." 

"By the look of the rings around your eyes, you two didn't do much sleeping!"

"I hear you two were awake all night, but for the wrong reasons."

"It doesn't have to be sex every time Tom."

"Well, the first date is special I guess."

Les laughed, "You forget I have had loads of first dates Tom, if you can call them that!"

I studied her face. "You look pretty good considering you were awake all night."

"Tom, it used to be my job to stay awake most of the night, sometimes even those guys only wanted to talk!"

"What a waste of a lovely body!" I laughed. "Anyway, what really attracts you to Richard?"

"You know what? Present company excepted, he's the first guy I've met who is actually interested in me and my work and not just my body. And he's one of the few men I've met who doesn't seem to be in love with the 'c' word."

"You used it the other night in the water," I smiled. 

"That was for sex Tom, I meant when it's used as a swear word, I find that disgusting."

"I agree. Actually I think the ancient derivative 'cunny' sounds just as nice, more feminine."

I ventured back to the earlier subject. "Anyway, what's so sexy about antique books?"

"Tom," she replied a little impatiently, "there is more to books than just reading them okay?"

I settled back on my chair. "Sure, so perhaps I can read mine now please?"

She peered at the title. 

"And no, I don't want to know the ending, thank you!"

She put her hand over my book. "So, my turn. What attracts you to her, apart from the blonde hair and tits?"

"She is such a happy free spirit and I think if I'm not careful I could easily fall in love with her. I know I am on the rebound and she still mourns her husband, but this one might just work out. But then again I'm not sure if I'm ready for that so soon. Besides, she's a great shag."

We both laughed and settled back to our sunbathing and reading.

That night we decided to deter from sex, both agreeing to save ourselves for our new partners. A healthy sleep was also prescribed.

In Part 4, you can read what happens when Sue and I split from the other two for a full day, with some startling revelations. 



24 Hours Ch. 04



Continuing the story of my Caribbean holiday in 2006. Previously, I had met up with a girl called Lesilia (Les) in London and offered her my spare travel ticket. On the beach we met another couple Sue and Tom having sex and, a few days later, we agreed to exchange partners for the night. The story continues a day later.

Part 4 -- Confessions on a cliff top.

Les and I awoke with a cuddle and kiss but she darted from the bed before I could make use of my morning woody. Somehow in the night I had avoided the temptation to seduce the naked body lying next to me. Possibly the thought of another night of sex with Sue contributed to my resistance. Even so, knowing how horny Les was in the mornings, I don't think she would have refused. 

She kissed the head of my cock. "Save that for your new girlfriend, I think you're going to need it by the looks she was giving you on the beach!"

I shaved while she showered. 

"Looking forward to your day with Richard?" I shouted through the screen.

She poked her head out around the curtain. 

"I'm really excited. He's rented a sailboat, and I discovered the other night that he's ex Royal Navy, should be fun. You know what they say about sailors! What about you?"

"Sue seems really keen to come with me bird hunting, see if I can actually find the nest."

"Ha ha, I think I know the bird you want to have in your nest."

"Yeah, sure."

Sue and Richard were already at breakfast, looking fresh and alert form their early ferry crossing. They had spent the night with his uncle on a nearby island. Where on that previous night in the disco we were a little apprehensive, today the eagerness was bright in all our faces. We were all about to embark on a new romantic adventure, and hopefully a very sexual one.

"Twenty four hours then folks," confirmed Richard studying his watch. "That's 9.22 tomorrow morning right here, shall we say 10.00?"

Jumping off the ferry we all shared a taxi into Kingstown and, before dropping Les and Richard off at the harbour they suggested we might like to meet up for dinner at some remote fish restaurant which had been highly recommended by the hotel manager. After stopping again to purchase some sandwiches and beers to-go, we continued up into the hills to the island's nature reserve where I was assured I would find my whistling duck.

After dropping us at the gates of the reserve, the taxi reversed back down the hill leaving us with only the sounds of nature. We stood silently hand in hand absorbing the lush mountain scenery.

"Hello, my girlfriend for the day," I smiled, pulling her close to me.

"Hello new boyfriend." She turned into the shade and peered at her watch. "I wonder what we shall get up to in the next twenty three hours and ten minutes?"

"I don't mind as long as sex is included in each of them," I laughed.

We kissed hungrily, our passion rising instantly, only breaking apart when the park attendant politely coughed behind us. The gnarled old man had emerged from his little hut brandishing tickets and requesting twenty East Caribbean Dollars each.

The gardens were immaculately preserved and very quickly we latched unofficially on to the back of a guided tour consisting of a group from a visiting cruise ship, tipping the guide for the intrusion. We soon learned the history of virtually every tree and plant on the island, but in our eagerness to be alone we soon got bored with the animated conversation of the other tourists, and ventured off on our own, finding a little path disappearing into the undergrowth.

Hand in hand we wound our way upwards through a contrasting mixture of scrub and Hibiscus, eventually emerging out onto a little plateau presenting a stunning view of Young Island far below, and the hazy outline of the Grenadines further beyond. Finding a small grassy patch we leaned back together against a young Tamarind tree and admired the view.

"What are those rocks behind our island Tom?"

"Those are two of the Grenadines, the nearest one is Bequia where you were last night, and behind it is Mustique, where all the celebrities hang out. There are dozens of others, all shapes and sizes"

For a while we sat lost in our thoughts, just holding hands, enjoying the closeness of each other, until Sue suddenly blurted out, "If I'm not careful I could easily fall in love with you Tom," and promptly burst into tears. 

In my experience women cry for the most unexpected reasons, but of course I sympathized by placing my arm around her shoulders and drawing her head close to my shoulder. With a little finger I traced the wetness on her cheek.

"Wow," I replied softly, "I think I could too, and I fancy you even more than yesterday."

She cuddled in closer as I voiced mild concern.

"But how can you be so sure? We have only known each other a few days, and slept together just once."

She looked up at me with watery eyes. "I just know Tom, it's happened before, and this has all the signs." 

She smiled as I softly kissed away the tears. 

"I am so happy, and I'm horny too, what more could a woman want?" 

As my mouth reached out for hers, her hand strayed down to my crotch which had already come to life with the closeness of her warm body against mine. 

"I was married once Tom, to a soldier, but Jim got shot in Afghanistan two years ago, just after he had been promoted to major."

"I'm sorry. Any children?"

"Luckily no, and we weren't getting on. All because I had a miscarriage soon after we were married, he blamed that on my smoking at the time."

"So what's this I need to know about Richard?" I asked as my hand wandered toward her breast. "I think you know my situation with Les."

"This is about us Tom, there is something I will tell you about Rich, but right now I just want to enjoy the moment. I want to show you how much I want you." 

She continued, gazing deeply into my eyes, "Do you believe a couple like us should be willing to do anything the other asks of them?" 

As she spoke her hand glided under the waistband of my shorts and wrapped around my hardening cock. I suspected the question was sexual.

"Yes of course. What do you have in mind young lady?"

"Well, I want to do something with you I only ever did with Jim."

I stared at her, fascinated, my cock eager to be involved. My hand slid slowly inside her bra.

"Tell me then."

She gave me another tight squeeze with her slender fingers. 

"You have to guess."

Sue grinned at me while I wondered what it could be that was so personal only to her and her husband. I tentatively suggested it could be sex of the anal variety.

"Nope, not that, never been there." She looked at me dreamily. "But maybe one day ..."

She licked her lips very provocatively, and suddenly I knew. "You want me to cum in your mouth!"

She laughed as I teased a stiffened nipple. 

"Everyone came in my mouth darling! What I really really want is to swallow yours, that's what will be very special for me."

I looked at her in amazement. "Wow, you only did that with your husband?"

"Uh huh. It's a big deal for me. Jim was once very special. I want you to be that second special person."

She leaned toward my lap and looked up into my eyes and started to unzip my shorts.

"I want to swallow your cum Tom."

"Fuck. What, right here and now?"

She cast her eyes around the landscape.

"Why not? No one can see us."

"Apart from everyone with binoculars."

"Who cares? Enjoy."

Carefully she extracted my rampant cock, already dribbling with excitement. 

"This is for you darling, I want to taste you. Last night you tasted my love, now I want to taste yours, and then keep it inside me."

Now at the stage where I had become too horny to care who might be watching, I lifted myself up so she could slide down my shorts and boxers, fully exposing my engorged thick manhood. The grass was very prickly so I stuffed my shorts back underneath me and laid back to enjoy the experience. As her soft lips slipped over the head of my cock I asked her what she had in mind in exchange.

"Tell you later, shut up and enjoy."

I wont go into blow-by-blow detail, forgive the pun, but it was by far and away the most exquisite oral sex I think I had ever experienced. She fondled and licked and tasted, she lapped and teased, and she sucked like no other, and despite my girth she managed to take me all in. Sue sucked on my cock with love and passion. On two occasions when I got close to orgasm she paid attention to my balls with her tongue instead. Once my desire for release had subsided a little she teased open my pee slit with her fingers and, squeezing my shaft, released some pre cum, lewdly licking it up with her tongue. 

"God, he's thick," she gasped, gripping me tightly in her little hand. "Think you would be better off with Julia Roberts," she joked.

"Nah," I laughed in reply. "Great mouth, but she was a lousy fuck. Give me Zeta Jones any day!" 

Sue replied by baring her teeth and non too gently biting the tip of my cock. Then she smiled up at me and dribbled some spit onto the head, swallowing my whole length once again. Eventually I had to beg her to let me cum. 

And cum I did when, without warning she explored my ass with a single finger, triggering the most staggering orgasm, my whole load jetting into her warm mouth in what felt to be one huge blast. She nearly choked as my spunk hit the back of her throat. After sucking me dry, she drew away and, staring intently into my eyes, made a deliberate show of gulping, swallowing down my sperm.

"See?" 

Sue grinned, opened her mouth and poked out her clear pink tongue. 

"All gone, yum-yum."

She stroked my sticky member, squeezing out a further dribble, grinning into my eyes as she hungrily licked her fingers clean. I kissed her softly, tasting my issue on her tongue. I was so lost in the moment that all I could say was, "Thank you."

"Mmm," she muttered, "You sexy beast, you came well."

I told her that was the best ever blowjob.

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"I do," I joked, "And each one is better than the last!"

"Better than Les?"

"No comparison," I lied, although it was a pretty close run thing. Les was somehow, how can I put it? Dirtier, a whole lot kinkier. She would blow Rich's mind!

"I'm so glad I did that for you Tom"

She read my thoughts, looking out to sea.

"I wonder if she's done it to Rich yet, out somewhere in that little boat. He really deserves someone nice and kind and sexy"

I pointed to the flotilla of little boats going about their business in the channel between the islands.

"Yeah, I wonder which one it is?" 

"Talking of binoculars, I wish you hadn't forgotten yours, we might have spotted them doing something naughty!"

I cursed myself for leaving them behind.

"Does that idea turn you on?" I asked, my fingers tracing a pattern over the wet crease in her knickers.

"You know it does, it blew my mind seeing you two on the beach. It made me so horny for Rich, he didn't know what hit him!" 

She giggled and removed my hand from her pants, my fingers had been exploring a distinct moistness within.

"Later Tom, later. I want to fuck you properly, but it's too uncomfortable up here, and we do have all night."

We unpacked our picnic lunch and ate together in silence, both intensely enjoying the close company of each other. 

"Tom? Can I ask you a personal question?"

I mumbled, with a mouthful of salad, "Sure."

"What's the sexiest thing you've ever done? No, I'll correct that. What's the rudest?"

"I think just now comes pretty close."

"Apart from that?"

"Umm. There's been a few, not sure which would qualify. Perhaps screwing my ex-wife's sister in the kitchen while she was upstairs asleep? But then we were both breaking up from our respective marriages, so it wasn't all that risqué."

Sue screwed up her face. "Nah, definitely doesn't count. What else?"

I scratched my head, then suddenly remembered that drunken night, one of many in my teens, in Barcelona.

"I went to Spain with a mate to see a big football match, and afterwards we pulled two local girls. Liverpool didn't score, but we did! All on the same bed too!"

"Now that's cool, I never did that. Tell me, did you swap over?"

"No, we wanted to, but we were too drunk to repeat the performance." I laughed at the memory. "By the time the morning came Martin and I were up for it again, but the girls had sobered and didn't want to know." 

During this conversation I was eating with one hand and caressing my hardening cock through my pants with the other. Sue's fingers weren't exactly unemployed either.

"So Sue, your turn. What's the sexiest thing you ever did? Apart from screwing me of course!"

She put down her sandwich and looked pensive. "Well, you know about my public display in that garden, that was pretty adventurous for me."

"You mean with the holes in the clothing? I would love to have been in that audience. Even better, the bloke with you!" Sue was referring to a spontaneous shag in the rain at some party.

"Yep, like you I was pretty drunk. It was real cool though. The applause when we came in somehow made it special, although it was bloody embarrassing at the time."

"Anything else? Something you haven't already told me."

She looked at me seriously, as if suddenly making up her mind. 

"Alright, but this is secret, just you and me, okay? No one knows except me and Richard."

"Cross my heart."

She paused, looking out to sea, and dropped her bombshell.

"I slept with my brother."

I choked on my drink.

"He was my step-brother to be exact." 

I stared at her, my mouth half open in surprise, a sprig of lettuce suspended on my tongue.

"You're joking?"

"No, really. Anyway it's not as though we were really related, that would be silly. He's my step-dad's son. I warned you I am weird."

"Wow!"

"You want to hear about it?"

I nodded eagerly. "You bet!"

She settled back against the tree. 

"As kids we were always very close, it was only since his fiancée went off with someone else that things changed, he seemed so devastated and lost."

"What happened?"

As we finished our sandwiches she told me that he had arrived on her doorstep after his girlfriend had recently dumped him for someone else. Sue had taken him to a pub to console him and they had got a little drunk and, both at the time being quite horny, had ended up spending the night in bed together.

"I guess I always fancied him so it was bound to happen sometime. Next morning he was obviously feeling very guilty, so I told him not to be so silly, we were both consenting adults and not true brother and sister. He was worried that it would spoil our friendship, but if anything it cemented it." 

She opened a third beer for us to share. 

"This hasn't turned you off me has it Tom?"

"There's my answer." 

I placed her hand on my cock, which had become aroused again at her revelation.

"Does it turn you on then to think I fucked my big brother?"

I hesitated. "I'm not sure, a little I guess."

She laughed, "I can see it does." 

My cock had stiffened once again to a pole while she idly stroked it. 

"Would it turn you on even more if I told you we did naughty things together as kids?"

"And just what would those naughty things be?" I teased, pinching the outline of the nearest nipple. 

A little sparrow landed on the grass, head cocked to one side as if also interested.

"Ouch! That hurt, you sod." She pushed my hand away, and settled back to tell me her story. 

"We used to masturbate together. One day, he was about 18 I guess, so I would have been 16 and a bit, I came home early from school feeling extremely horny and caught him masturbating on the sofa. It turned me on no end, his cock looked so huge."

"I bet!"

"I had only been with a couple of small ones up 'til then, at least I thought they were little compared with him."

"What did you do?"

"We were both very embarrassed and I fled to my room. I remember I was very excited though."

"I think I would have been embarrassed if my sister had caught me wanking!"

Sue giggled. "A bit later he came to my room and we talked about it."

Needless to say I was getting very turned on again. "Go on."

"He was as nervous as hell, but when I told him my ex-boyfriend and I used to watch each other do it, he grinned and we shut the door. I could see he was obviously up for it doing it with me, but he had doubts because he was my brother. Only when I began to talk dirty to him did he start to stroke himself. Just like you're doing now." She grinned.

"Did you do it as well"?

"What do you think? Of course I did! In fact I was halfway there, I'd been frigging myself before he came into my room!" 

Sue's fingers had unconsciously wandered inside her shorts and were clearly working on her pussy while she talked.

"Did you cum together?"

"Yes we did. I held mine back, not that I had to wait long! He shot it up high in the air, some of it landing on me. I never saw so much cum!"

We were both now masturbating gently as she continued. "We did it lots after that, I would tell him the things I used to get up to with my boyfriends while he wanked furiously, I so enjoyed turning him on."

"You're turning me on too," I breathed, a little pre-cum glistening in the bright sunlight. Sue spotted it and, with her little finger, lifted it off my cock and placed it on her lips.

"God, you're a bloody sexy bitch!"

"Thank you darling, I do my best!"

"So, did you ever touch his cock?"

"Yes, just the once. That's when it all came to an end."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Me and my mates saw one of the boys at school get a blowjob and I ran home so horny and wanting to play with myself, and hoping that Rich was there too."

"And he was?"

"Oh yes! And I got him so horny too, telling him what I had seen, that he let me hold his cock for the first time."

"Did you suck him?"

"You bet I did! His was the only cock I had seen and not given a blowjob."

I laughed, imagining a variety of boy's cocks in her sweet mouth. 

"Did you make him cum?"

"Of course I did, silly! All over my tits! He didn't think it right to spunk into his sister's mouth."

"Do you like it on your tits then?"

"Yes I love it! I had taken off my bra for him. He hadn't seen them naked before and he totally lost control, shooting spunk everywhere, with a great big dollop on my mouth." 

Sue had unbuttoned her shorts by now and I could just make out her fingers working inside her pants, and clearly enjoying relating her juvenile adventures to me.

"Go on."

"Well, he went all embarrassed and apologetic, but stood mesmerized when he saw me bring myself off with one finger and rubbing his cum into my breasts with the other."

"Fuck, that's cool, I would like to do that with you." 

I continued wanking while with my spare hand I stroked her tanned thigh.

"I told him that when my boyfriend did that he would kiss me after he came on my mouth, inviting him to do the same. That totally freaked him out and he stormed out of the room calling me amongst other things a filthy perv. We hardly talked for ages after that, and certainly never played together again."

"What a shame," was all I could mutter, my hand straying under the hem of her shorts, her own fingers at work close by, my cock enjoying the attention.

"It was for the good really because soon after that I found the guy I wanted to marry and my brother went back to college. That's where he met his fiancée."

"Did you see much of him after that?"

"Not a lot, I had my own life with my husband. I never dreamed in a million years I would end up sleeping with him!"

"So that was a one-off then?"

"Not exactly. We did it once more. You should know, you saw us."




24 Hours Ch. 04



"Pardon?"

"On the beach, last Monday."

For a moment I didn't comprehend, then it hit me.

"Fuck! That was your brother? Richard is your brother?"

She smiled at me sheepishly. 

"Uh huh!"

"Bloody hell, that explains everything!"

"I thought it might. I suggested we use the holiday he had booked for his honeymoon. For him to get away and forget about Clare, and me because I really needed a break, and perhaps someone to fuck. After that first time at my flat we didn't do the sex thing again until we saw you two down there," pointing to the beach, "and I got horny and jumped his bones."

"Now I know why Richard was hesitant about going back to the beach, he didn't want to see me screwing his sister."

"Exactly. All a bit sad really," she continued, "because later that night we did something we have never done, we had a huge row and eventually agreed we should go back to being platonic and not spoil the friendship we once had." 

"Anyway," she smiled, resting her head on my shoulder, "All to the good because I've got you to fuck now, and I have a strong feeling that Les is looking after his needs better than I ever could." 

She looked down at the boats and then grinned as she saw my hand idly stroking my cock, her own fingers still busy. 

"Do you realize we're doing what Rich and I used to do? Do you want to watch me stroke my pussy Tom, while you wank that lovely cock?"

I nodded and she quickly lifted her bum and removed her shorts and pants, exposing her swollen pussy, the fingers of one hand already working inside her, the other hand rubbing at her clitoris.

"Did you have a sister Tom?"

"Yes, five years younger, she's in Australia with her family."

"Did you ever fancy her?"

I paused to think.

"Well did you? Did you ever long to see her tits or pussy or catch her playing with herself?"

I cast my mind back to the time I saw Helen snogging with her boyfriend in the garden and had pangs of jealousy. 

"Yes I did, she was lovely, far sexier than any of my girl friends at the time."

"Look at me Tom, imagine this is your sister's pussy and you're watching her rub it while she sees you stroking your stiff cock." 

I joined her in her fantasy and started wanking furiously. She could see I was very close to climax, her pussy juices swirling through her fingers. 

"Would you have fucked your sister Tom, if she had asked you?" she breathed.

"Yes!" I gasped. 

She beckoned me forward. "I want you to cum on my face Tom, pretend it's your sister."

I placed my cock within inches of her nose and when she put out her tongue to lick the head I could hold out no longer. 

"Come on brother darling, spunk on my face, give me your fuck juice."

I exploded exactly as requested, covering her face with streams of semen and, just like the porn films, a blob landed on her eyelid.

Sue was groaning loudly as she continued to frig herself, and I spread my spunk over her face with the head of my trembling cock. Her tongue shot out gathering a bead of cum from the tip. As if by telepathy I knew what she wanted me to do next and leaned forward to lick a little portion of cum from her chin and presented it to her lips. Opening her mouth she sucked in my spunk-laden tongue and we kissed wetly. 

As we started to snog I felt her shudder with the approach of her climax, so I repeated the process and as I scooped my cum off her cheeks towards her mouth I whispered, "Cum for me dear sister, I want you to cum now while you taste your brother's spunk," and I kissed her again with more semen on my tongue. Sue shook violently as her orgasm wracked her body, our mouths locked hungrily together, both of us totally enraptured in the frenzy of our passion.

"Wow," we both gasped together as we separated, breathing heavily and gazing deeply into each other's eyes. I thought to myself that I had never experienced such a strong sexual attraction for any female before. Intuitively we both knew this was the start of something intimately special.

I breathed on to her lips. "I want to fuck you Sue."

She grinned, glancing at my wilting cock. 

"Just at the moment I don't think he's in a position carry out that request!"

I laughed with her. "I am sure you could rectify that!"

She ignored my remark. "Last night on the ferry to his uncle I had a chat with Rich."

"Uh huh."

"I wanted to make sure he was okay with me and you having sex, and also to warn him of the remote chance that Les might only be here for the ride. I don't want to see him hurt twice."

"Very noble of you Sue."

"Don't be cross Tom. We all came out here to have sex, except him. I just want to be sure, after all he is my brother."

"So what did he say?"

"He said he hasn't had such a happy night in years, and they didn't even fuck! So who am I to interfere?"

I hugged her semi-naked body. "That makes four of us then."

"Wait, there's more."

"Now what?" My cock was refusing to decline completely in anticipation of more sexual detail. I was not to be disappointed.

"Being a woman, I asked him what he would like Les to do with him that I didn't."

"I might be able to give you the answer to that," I laughed, knowing Les's history. "The list could be endless!"

She kissed my cheek and continued. "For the first time in his life he actually started to open up to me about sex, his girls at college, a prostitute he went with in the Navy, how Clare was frigid in bed and, best of all, a pretty graphic description of the sex they didn't have last night, but she has promised very soon."

"You think this frankness is down to Les? Just from one night?"

"Why not? Look at you and me." Absentmindedly she was holding my cock while I caressed her breast.

"True. So how did you feel with him opening up like that?"

"It just makes me want you all the more Tom. I masturbated myself to sleep last night!"

"So why doesn't that surprise me? I wish I had been there to help. Didn't Rich hear you?"

"For obvious reasons we slept in separate rooms, we were at his uncle's don't forget."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I went to sleep with a hard-on thinking of you, and from what I have learned from Les, I think she is ready for a relationship which is not totally dependant on sex. Richard could just be the right guy for her."

"I hope you're right Tom, if they have what we have they can't go wrong, can they?"

We kissed softly and, after helping each other dress, laid down to absorb the warm sunshine.

"Never had anyone put my knickers on me before," Sue giggled. "Usually the other way round!"

We laid quietly holding hands for a while until Sue broke the silence.

"You okay with this brother thing Tom?"

"Of course I am, you were lucky to have a sibling so close. I never had that. I often used to fantasise what it would have been like if my sister had been a lot closer."

Sue turned her head towards me. "Do you have any other fantasies Tom?"

"Not really, apart from the obvious one."

"Two girls, one guy?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, you have one of them here, we just need to find another don't we?"

I lifted my head and stared down at her. "You didn't tell me that you're..."

Sue interrupted, shaking her head. 

"No Tom, I'm not bisexual, but I think I could be. I have this feeling I might like it. Maybe someone like me?"

"I don't think I could manage two like you!"

"Just think of receiving twice the pleasure Tom. I admire women's bodies quite a lot, not as much as men, but enough to know that I could be attracted to them." She smiled at me. "I guess we share the same fantasy huh?"

"Not fair, you have to have one of your own."

"Well, I do have one, I will tell you when the time is right. It's very personal and very sexy."

"Does it involve just me, or several people? I know you like the idea of group sex, from that night on the beach."

She shook her head. "No, it's not that." 

Much as I tried to coerce the details from her, she refused to tell me. What she did tell me surprised me.

"By the way, Les told me about her past."

"And?"

"I have no problem with that, and I told her so. I think she will be good for him, his sexual prowess is a little lacking, to put it mildly. But then perhaps he was holding back because I was his sister."

After we had taken some photographs of each other, some in very provocative poses, we gathered up our things and, with one last glance at the sea, wandered hand in hand back down the path, through the gardens and into the town. On the way down the park attendant suggested that I might find my errant duck further north up the island near a village called Barroullie.

Sue exclaimed, "That's the Pirates place I went to with Rich. Do you want to go there, or shall we go to the beach?"

"Sod the bird!" 

I grabbed her hand and we hailed a taxi. The beach was far closer to her bed! We arrived back at her chalet to find the maid in there doing her stuff.

"Wont be long ma'am," she smiled at Sue, so we hung around the verandah fidgeting and impatient to change for the beach. The girl must have misread our thoughts because she soon poked her head out the patio door and, very suggestively nodding toward the bed, remarked that the room was ready for us.

When she he had gone Sue laughed, "Bet she saw that sheet yesterday!"

"And something else," I grinned, pointing to the framed photo of Richard with his arm around Sue. "That bloke with you is definitely not me!"

"Oh shit!"

"Who cares? Lets go."

The beach was quiet and we dragged two loungers down to a secluded spot near the water, but well away from the noisy jet-skis. For a while we laid soaking up the sun and Sue spread some lotion on my back, with special attention to my inner thighs, her hand lightly brushing my balls. When she had finished, and of course aroused me yet again, she laid on her front requesting similar attention.

"My cream or yours darling?"

"I wouldn't have swallowed it all if I had known you wanted to use it for that, Tom," she joked.

We laid facing each other talking quietly in a very erotic way, turning each other on and confessing our growing feelings for each other. 

"Tom, do you believe that two people can form a sound relationship by just starting out with sex?"

"I don't know, shall we fuck again and find out?"

She slapped my arm and propped herself up on her elbows, full breasts dangling below, but I could see that while she was aroused, her remark had had an apprehensive feeling about it. The slim nipples on her full breasts were erect and, making sure no one was around, I leaned under her and roughly bit on each in turn, resulting in a squeal of delight.

My erection was as obvious as was the wet patch forming in her briefs and her eyes glazed over as she whispered, "Lets go to the room Tom, I need to make love." 

She put her top back on and, with towels wrapped around us for obvious reasons, we hurried as discreetly as possible back to the chalet.

**

I lay naked on the bed, my erection pointing to the ceiling, and she sat facing me.

"You are beautiful," I whispered as though the whole world were trying listen in. 

Twisting her legs up on the bed, she stretched out beside me on the lace cover, and we turned to lay on our sides facing each other, barely touching, but so close I could feel the warmth of her belly on my own like a soft desert wind, my breath stirring the soft golden hair on her cheek.

"I'm seriously worried I could fall in love with you," she replied.

"Then don't worry," I laughed, "Just do it!"

Reaching out she took my head, her fingers entwining in the thick springing hair at the nape of my neck, and drew it tenderly to her breast. I lifted my head and, as we gazed longingly into each other's eyes, she pushed me on my back and crouched on top of me, slowly guiding my eager sex into hers.

We made love softly and slowly without the urgency of the previous night, building to an emotional orgasm, eventually dozing off wrapped in each other's arms in an exhausted bliss.

* *

After showering away the day's salt, sand, sex and sweat from our bodies we set off into town to our dinner rendezvous with the others. As we approached the restaurant we could see Les and Richard sat at a corner table holding hands and totally absorbed in each other.

Sue held my arm. "Wait Tom. I haven't seen Rich look like that in ages, those two are seriously in love. Let's leave them."

We discreetly backtracked to an interesting looking eatery we had passed en-route. After the day's activities we were both famished, Sue quickly devouring a seafood curry while I settled on Creole flying fish.

The two lovebirds were still canoodling when we passed by on our way back to our little island. Sue, grabbing my arm, led the way through the bar on to the poolside. The moon was high, our bellies full of food, our hearts full of desire, our loins aching once again with lust. 

"Come on," she grinned slyly, "let's go this way." 

We picked our way through the bushes out onto the beach. "And what do you have in mind young lady?"

"I haven't been in the sea today Tom."

"Surely you're not thinking of..."

"Come on, lets skinny dip, no one's around!" 

Before I could finish she had pulled her top over her head and dropped her skirt, only a black g-string retaining her modesty. 

Sensing this was all too familiar I looked around for any sign of company. "Umm..."

"Come on, you weren't too shy the other night with Les." 

She ran off down to the inviting water, discarding her thong on the sand at the last moment.

"Damn, why not!"

I quickly stripped, threw our clothes behind a rock and, covering my crotch, ran self-consciously after her. Naked, we swam and fooled around in the warm sea, then stood chest high in the water kissing and fondling, eventually falling back together on to the sand with the surf breaking over us. All caution cast aside I was about to enter her when I noticed we were about to receive company. We quickly scrambled back up the beach to our clothes.

Drying ourselves rather unsuccessfully with our skimpy underwear we were barely dressed when the couple wandered past, grinning at each other knowingly.

"Kiss me Tom," she pleaded, leaning back against a low rock, and we felt each other's desire through the thin clothing as we snogged heavily. Sue looked towards the line of hammocks and when I thought she was going to suggest a repeat performance of the other evening she pulled away from me and held my face between her hands.

"Today we made beautiful love. Tonight Tom, I want to fuck. I want you to fuck my brains out, in any position you like. Are you ready for me?" She patted the front of my slacks and grinned, "Oh yes you're ready alright!"

Richard and Les were just arriving back arm in arm when we passed through reception.

"Hi Tom, hi Sue!" smiled Les. "Fancy a drink?"

I paused, but Sue dragged at my arm. "Sorry Les, we have some important business."

"Randy gits!" laughed Rich at our receding backs.

As I opened the cabin door, I wondered if those two would finally fuck tonight. 

She lay naked on the bed as I licked and sucked at each of her toes, jumped when my tongue licked the ticklish soles of her feet and continued up her slender calves, creating a trail of saliva. I pressed little kisses on the velvet skin inside her thighs careful to avoid her pussy lips, the aroma of her desire strong on my nostrils. She groaned when suddenly I lifted up her legs and dragged her toward me, spreading her open wide. Letting her see the lust in my eyes, I plunged my tongue as deep as possible into her soaking cunny.

"Make me cum Tom," she pleaded as two fingers replaced my tongue and I licked happily on her swollen clitoris. Her hips bucked up and down as her orgasm took control and she screeched with pleasure in her release. As she climbed down I licked her softly, tasting her new juices as they flowed from her shaking pussy, my tongue tickling down to the tender flesh between her pussy and her asshole.

"Oh Tom." She writhed under my ministrations. "That's so lovely, more please, more." 

My tongue sought her little puckered opening, the tip softly teasing and opening her secret place. 

"God that's nice," she panted. "Don't you dare stop." 

As she continued to tremble I licked my little finger and slid it gently into her ass, my tongue returning to the wetness of her pussy. Again her body trembled and she climaxed as I finger-fucked her ass and plunged my tongue rapidly in and out of her slippery honey pot.

Giving me little chance to catch my breath, she gasped, "Now fuck me Tom, fuck me hard."

Even though I was aching to plunge inside her and, as she had requested, fuck her brains out, I teased her a little longer.

"Not yet my darling. I haven't even started yet." 

I reached up to kiss her deeply, and her tongue shot out to taste the juices of her climax on my lips.

"God," she gasped, "The taste of my pussy turns me on."

"Not the only one," I muttered as I turned her over onto her front, kneeling before me, her head now buried in the pillow. I pushed two or three fingers into her soaking hole, really going for her g-spot while I gave her little love bites all over her bum cheeks until she came yet again with a whimper. 

Attacking her pussy and her anus with tongue and fingers from every angle possible I think I must have got her off six or seven times when I finally threw in the towel, my tongue and jaw almost numb with the action. I flopped on to my back to catch my breath.

Sue however had other ideas, she was bouncing up and down on the bed, climbing over me, craving more. 

"Tom, if you don't fuck me now, I am going to fuck you. I want your fat cock in me, in my cunt, fucking me hard."

Her words immediately stirred me from my temporary exhaustion. I grinned at her, rubbing my cock crudely at her face.

"What was that word you said, you dirty little bitch?"

"Cunt darling. Cunt, cunt, cunt. I want you to put that hard cock in my juicy wet cunt and fuck me. Pleeeeese."

Although not enamoured with that word, the way she spoke it and the sight of her legs wide apart, her pussy streaming moisture, aroused me beyond all belief. I turned her on to her back, lifted her legs over my shoulders and eased myself into her inch by wet inch. Every time she tried to push up against me I pulled out a little only to drive in a little further. 

"You're a fucking tease," she gasped, "I love you, you horny fucker."

She was so wet that she accommodated me easily and we started to move together in earnest, meeting each other stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, all the time she trying to increase the pace. I was in such a horny state that I could control my orgasm no longer and, groaning out loud, released an urgent load of semen deep into her belly.

Locked together and shaking, we turned on to our sides and she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking my cock and cum inside her, and we kissed gently. 

"I want you to know Tom," she panted, "Those orgasms were out of this world, I never knew I could cum like that."

"Which one was the best?" I gasped.

"Oh definitely the one with your tongue in my bum." She looked concerned. "Did it taste alright?"

I kissed her nose. "It was perfect, it tasted of you, that's all that matters. If you can swallow my salty cum, why shouldn't I lick your asshole?"

She laughed. "That's true. In which case you better cum in my mouth again very soon!"

We were quiet for a minute or two, winding down. Then she frowned.

"Tom?"

"What?"

"Did you mind me saying that word... you know?"

"What, cunt?"

"Yes. I never said it before, not even with Jim. Although we might have whispered it at school, you know the sort of thing, just fooling around with words."

I kissed her softly, mellowing her concern. "Of course not, but why tonight?"




24 Hours Ch. 04



"I have never been so horny in my life as just then, and I wanted to use every word I could think of to excite you and turn you on. I don't really like the word myself, but it just seemed so bloody appropriate."

"It certainly did the trick darling, and I love you for being brave enough to use it."

"Thank you." She giggled. "And for the record, my wet cunt loves your stiff cock in her!"

We both laughed and looked down to where her pussy was still clinging on to my wilting member. She groaned when I gently fingered her little hole and asked her if she had ever had anything else up there.

"Only my gyno, and that fucking hurt!"

"I can imagine."

Suddenly she sat up against the pillows, releasing with a silent plop one very gooey well-used male organ.

"Tom, part of me wants to keep you at arm's length, but the curious woman in me wants to get to know you better. Who are you really?"

"Just your simple divorced male floundering along his destined path, but now discovered the sexiest woman on the planet."

"You're sweet." She slithered off the bed. "Any beers left in that fridge?"

I opened two and pointed to the damp bedsheet.

"Oh shit," she giggled, "That woman will think we are sex maniacs."

"And?" I questioned lifting my eyebrows. "Feel like proving it?"

Unfortunately, neither of us was in a fit state for an immediate encore. We swigged at our beers and agreed we had had enough for a while and suggested a shower and quick visit to the bar for a nightcap. 

We sat with our arms around each other on a low wall at the edge of the bar watching the waves lap endlessly in their cycle of whoosh and hiss, flow and ebb. A gentle breeze wafted the warm air through our hair.

"I would like to sleep with you tonight Tom."

"Oh okay. What have we been doing so far then?" I smiled into her eyes.

"I mean sleep-sleep. Cuddle in together and just be, does that sound weird?"

"No, it just sounds sort of like you. And you I like, very much."

We kissed gently and returned to the cabin and were asleep within minutes of undressing.

**

In the next and final chapter, new sexual experiences for Sue and I, before returning home.



24 Hours Ch. 05



The exchange of partners was nearly complete. Sue and I had now spent a whole day together, full of adventure and sex, as had Richard and Les. On a clifftop we had shared many secrets and fantasies, and in this final chapter we acted them out.

 Part 5 – Secrets and anal sex

It was now Wednesday morning and Sue and I were already well into our breakfast when Les and Richard appeared smiling hand in hand. They waved, selected their cereal and juice and joined us. By the looks on their faces we knew they had had sex at last. There was no awkwardness, we all knew what was happening between us, two new friendships, now developing into sexual relationships. When Les went in search of coffee I followed her, leaving brother and sister alone to catch up on events. 

"I suspect something has happened to change your thoughts about relationships Les?"

"Yes Tom, and it's not just the sex, Rich is just... so different, so kind and gentle, so much in need of love and I think I can give it to him. Plus a few tips about you-know-what," she laughed.

"We saw you in that restaurant last night and could see that something special was going on."

"Oh, is that why you didn't join us? So what about you two?"

"Sex with Sue is quite extraordinary. I think she is hesitant about us getting serious though."

"Never mind, enjoy it while you have it. By the way, I haven't told Rich about me yet...you know."

"God, I forgot about that. You really should."

"I know. I will, when the time is right. Come on, let's join the others."

On the way back I told her that I now knew about their true relationship, and that I was okay with it.

We were sat next to our new partners sipping coffee when Sue spoke with a gleam in her eye. 

"So, would I be right in assuming that an extension of yesterday's loan would be appropriate?"

We all laughed and nodded and I replied, "The last 24 hours seemed reasonably acceptable, so why not?" 

Sue dug me in the ribs.

Richard and Les, apparently even more exhausted than their previous night together, decided they wanted to stay on the beach for the day, so we elected to do the car hire thing and engage in some exploring. 

"You sure you are looking for birds?" laughed Les.

The north of St Vincent is very mountainous and sparsely populated, and on the way Sue showed me where she and Richard had visited the Pirates' film set. Not now much to be seen there apart from some decaying plywood buildings, a jetty and a fibreglass bridge, all very familiar once re-watching the film on DVD. 

For the first time sex was not the principal thought on our minds that day. We were however basking in the new friendship we had for each other and there was rarely a moment we weren't holding hands or had our arms around each other. I knew I could easily live with this woman but I was still unsure of Sue's emotions. At least we knew we were compatible in the bedroom, and on cliff tops, beaches, wherever! I had already confessed my desire to fuck her on the grass in the pouring rain with just holes in our clothing for the vital bits, just as she had previously experienced!

She laughed, holding her hand up to the clear sky, "Sorry to disappoint you Tom, no rain!" 

We lunched in a little fishing village which had recently become popular with the patronage of the film crews, and the afternoon found us sat in a little cove on the windy east coast watching the waves break over the reefs, the sea and birds providing the only sound of nature. We were at peace, never wanting to leave this spot. Romantically we carved out our initials on a palm tree, vowing one day to return and make love on this very spot.

"Talking of sex Tom, you realise tonight is our last night?" 

I didn't need reminding that she and Richard were due to fly home tomorrow.

"Never mind, I will only be three days behind, we can meet up say Monday?"

"I know. But right now I want to do something special tonight, something quite close to my heart."

I grinned at her. "I don't think my cock is long enough for that, you better try your brother!"

"Silly! You know what I mean."

"Are you sure about this? We have only known each other properly a few days."

"I'm talking about doing it in that hammock again, what did you think I meant?"

I reddened in the afternoon sun. "It was nothing."

She pinched my arm. "Come on tell me. No secrets please."

"Okay. I thought you were referring to what we discussed last night. You know? When I put my finger in your bum."

Her eyes lit up in comprehension. "Oh that! Of course I want to try that Tom, and I want it to be with you, but the moment has to be right for me."

I placed my arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, it's unknown territory for me too. Well almost, apart from a little prod." 

We both laughed and fell silent gazing out to sea. I was wondering just how I would fit my fat cock into that tight little ass when she broke into my thoughts.

"Tom, I'm frightened." There was a hint of moisture in her eyes.

"What, about anal sex?"

"No, not that. Holiday romances."

"What about them?"

"I've had them before and they were disasters."

I put an arm around her shoulder. "What happened?"

"I was 18 and on holiday in Ibiza and fell in love with this Dutch boy. We had lovely sex for two weeks, then I heard no more from him. Same happened again when I went with a girlfriend to Cyprus, and we shacked up with two Irish lads. We all screwed loads, then we both got dumped. Great sex, lovely holiday, thank you and goodbye."

"But you were young then, we all did those things, our eyes are more open as we get older."

"Well, I didn't learn did I? I fell into bed with Jim my ex husband and we got married too quickly. We had lots of rows and he got fed up and joined the army, and then got killed."

"I don't think that applies to us. I believe we have something a lot stronger than just a holiday fuck, don't you?"

"Yes Tom, I agree, but you are just out of a relationship and I am rediscovering sex. I'm frightened that we might be taking this too fast and jumping into something we might regret."

"Well, you go home tomorrow, we can take a break and think it over, maybe not see each other for a week or so?"

"No, I don't mean that Tom, I want to see you, I want to have sex with you. Lots of sex. I have so much time to make up for. I just don't think I am ready to commit to a man, any man, just yet. I think we should both be free and open to explore our sexuality for a few months, only then will we be able to see how strong our connection this week has been."

"Are you suggesting I should go out and find other girls to shag?"

"No I'm not, but at the same time I don't think we should go monogamous just yet."

I kissed her cheek affectionately. "Well, I think I'm ready."

Her eyes questioned mine. "Are you really sure of that Tom? You came out here with your new fuck-buddy Les, then switched to me, just like that."

I almost retorted that she had done exactly the same, but quickly remembered that Richard was her brother. Instead I smiled at her.

"I understand how you feel, just know that in my heart my cock is only for you." Little did I know that in less than a day that statement would be proved worthless.

"Tom, what's your definition of a fuck-buddy, I don't think I've ever had one."

"If Lisa the air stewardess was anything to go by, that would be a friend that you can call on when you need sex, with no strings attached, no rules. She was my last fuck-buddy, and that was a completely open relationship due to her being away so much."

"Meaning you had sex with other girls while you were with her?"

"Yes I did, and she did the same. With other guys I mean. That was what we had agreed. But we also had great respect for each other and always shared our experiences. That used to get us extremely horny, with the obvious results."

Sue kissed me softly, and with her lips barely touching mine she whispered, "In which case will you be my fuck-buddy, on those same terms? Always tell me if you have been with someone? And I will do the same."

"Of course I will! So who do you plan on fucking next then?"

She patted my crotch. "You of course. And soon please."

I returned my lips to hers and slid my hand up the leg of her shorts, but she pushed me away, pointing to the passers-by above us on the cliff path. 

"Not here silly, people will see."

"You didn't mind on the beach."

"That was night-time Tom, I don't mind that, and just in case you didn't notice, I happen to love sex in the dark."

We sat quietly for a while with our thoughts, my mind focusing on our recent cliff-top conversation.

"Sue, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Tom," she laughed, "I shared that I slept with my own brother, what could possibly be more personal than that? Of course you can!"

"You said the other day you are not bisexual, but think you could be. Have you ever fancied another woman?"

She was silent for a minute, staring out to sea.

"Apart from Les who I think I could fancy, but I know she is straight, there is one woman I could have gone with."

I sat up and grasped her hand, the interest obvious in my eyes. "Go on."

"When I was working in Aldershot there was another teacher Maxine, everyone knew she was bisexual, and she came on to me several times. She was a tiny little thing, scruffy blonde hair, no breasts, but such come-to-bed eyes."

Little Tom stirred with the thought of this woman with her head between Sue's thighs, her rear end exposed for my pleasure.

"Obviously you didn't go with her, what did you do?"

"With losing Jim I had gone completely off sex, otherwise I might have been tempted, she was so fucking sexy. She kept trying to touch me, you know, arms and shoulders and things. I just wasn't ready. She got promotion to another teaching job soon after that, and for ages I kicked myself for not going with her."

"Missed opportunities, we all have them."

"Yes, but that was the second time Tom."

"Oh, really?"

"This is really embarrassing. Even Rich doesn't know."

"Go on, I can keep a secret."

"Okay. When I was about fourteen my best friend Helen and me used to do rude things."

"What? Like flash your tits, or even your pussies?"

"Worse than that. We used to masturbate."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"So? I thought all girls did that. I know I did."

"We did it together, silly, that was what was bad."

"Oh I see." I scratched my head. "I don't think of it as bad. Me and my best mate Martin did that too."

Sue looked up at me in surprise. "God, I thought I had a weird secret, now you too. Tell me more you sexy bastard."

"You first, tell me about Helen."

We settled back on the grass as she divulged her years-old secret to me.

"There's nothing to tell really. We had often talked about periods and the funny feelings we got before them and how with our fingers we made ourselves feel better. Then she found a book about how to masturbate and we sat on her sofa and studied it together. One thing led to another and we ended up watching each other do it."

"That is so sexy. Did you both cum?"

Suddenly standing up and facing me away from me, she was silent for a moment, then looked back at my crotch, which was showing severe signs of stress.

"Yes Tom, we did, and we did it quite often, and came very time. I remember how I got those tingly feelings watching her play. I learnt a lot later that was what was meant by being horny."

"So what was the missed opportunity then?"

"One day when we were sat together on her bed and looking at pictures of boys' cocks, we were having our usual play, and she said that two of the girls in another class would often touch each other's pussy, and suggested we try that too."

"Mmm lovely, and did you?"

Sue's eyes were focused on the ground at her feet.

"No. That's just it. I chickened out. I really wanted her to touch me and my fingers were this far from her pussy..." She held her hands a few inches apart, "...when I pulled my skirt down and ran from the room. I was really annoyed with myself afterwards Tom. I was so ready to be touched down there by someone else and Helen would have been perfect."

"Didn't you have another opportunity?" My cock was now aching for attention.

"No, she was so ready for her bisexuality, far more than me, that she soon found someone else to do it with. Within a couple of months they were lovers, much to the amusement of the other girls and frustration of the boys, but we stayed friends. I wonder where we would be now if we had actually touched each other?"

She turned her head towards me, a hint of a tear in her eye.

"Have I surprised you?"

"Not really. My sister once told me that sort of thing went on at her school, and that was a girls' only place."

"And by the sound of it, at your school too. Tell me about this friend of yours, Martin did you say?"

Up until now I had only ever shared this with Lisa, but at this very moment I was horny enough not to care.

"I don't remember how it started but we used to masturbate together watching porn, and one day the girl from next door caught us."

"Hmm, interesting. Wish it had been me. Did she join in?"

"No way, not then anyway, believe it or not she was still a virgin, and at nineteen! She freaked out, threatening to tell her dad."

"Silly cow!"

"Then a few days later she had a change of heart and said she wouldn't tell her dad if she could watch us properly."

"And of course you did!"

"Oh yes," I laughed, "But she ran again as soon as she saw us start to cum! But her courage was up now and next time she got really bold. She said she would show us her tits if Martin and I stroked each other."

"Cool. And did you?"

"Yes, but it wasn't that much of a deal Sue, we had talked about it long enough. We had already smoked some weed for courage and she just gave us the opportunity to do it."

"Wow, I would love to have been there. So what happened?"

"Nothing much, we were so turned on that in no time at all we jacked each other off over her tits, and of course she ran from the room again."

Sue was now squeezing the very evident outline of my hard-on. 

"So what did it feel like, holding another guy's cock Tom?"

I laughed, pressing her hand tighter against my erection. "You should know, I would imagine you have held a few. It was a one-off thing Sue, a bit like what you missed out on with Helen, just something that had to be experimented with in our teens. We didn't do it again and I have not had the desire to go that route. Unlike you," I added with a smirk.

A spot of rain suggested it was time to head back. She grabbed my arm.

"Just one thing Tom."

"What?"

"Your friend Martin. Did you fancy sucking his cock? Or is that too personal?"

"No, you're okay. At the time I think he wanted me to, and to be honest, like you, I was very close to doing it. But if the situation was in the present time I'm not sure I would be very keen, it was very much a teen thing. I like pussy too much," running my hand up the leg of her shorts, "Especially yours."

We held hands as we headed back to the car, both silently digesting each other's confession. Before driving off I produced two Cokes from the cool box.

"Thirsty?"

"Only for you," she laughed.

The sun was low on the hills behind us as we reluctantly headed back to our hotel, yet again bumping into Richard and Les, arms lovingly around each other on the ferry. They were off out to eat somewhere, we agreed to meet up with them later in the bar.

**

Much later in the bar, following a cat-nap in our cabin, Richard looked at us all seriously when we had got our round of drinks. 

"You realise that Sue and I fly back tomorrow night?" 

We all nodded, and I replied that Sue and I had already discussed the subject and suggested we all meet up again as soon as possible after Les and I returned on Sunday.

"Well, we had a better idea. We thought of switching tickets," said Les.

"Can you do that?" I asked, Sue and I immediately interested.

"Already asked!" she replied. "As we're all Virgin they said okay, but they charge fifty dollars each ticket and we have to do it by nine in the morning.

"Okay, I'm all for that," I said eagerly, Sue nodding vigorously. "But who goes when?"

"Well," replied Richard, "seeing we are both gentlemen I think we should let the ladies fly on the day they were meant to, and we guys switch tickets."

Sue did a quick calculation and pouted her lips. "Oh dear, that means you leave with me tomorrow Tom. Your holiday is cut short."

"And mine is longer." taunted Richard.

"You crafty sod," I smiled, "You planned that well!"

"Yes, but look what you are getting as consolation," he grinned, pointing at his sister.

I took Sue's hand and, looking into her blue eyes I said lovingly, "As long as you are with me then the holiday will never end."

The others chanted "aaaah," and we all laughed. 

And so it was settled, I would fly back tomorrow night with my new lady, leaving Les and Richard another three days to find themselves in the sun. As a consolatory gesture Richard ordered a bottle of champagne and we toasted our new relationships. 

"Amazing what sex on the beach can do!" laughed Les.

"Talking of sex..." Sue stood up and took me by the hand, leading me away in the direction of the beach.

"Hey! Where you guys going?"

"Oh, just to see if there's a hammock to spare!" Sue winked at Les. "Wanna join us?"

Our backs turned, we could only imagine their looks of amazement.

I lifted Sue on to the most secluded hammock and insisted she sat with her legs dangling over the side. Despite the darkness I had never seen such a look of absolute lust in a girl's eyes as at that moment. I kissed her hungrily while I lifted her top up over her unfettered breasts. She moaned when I lowered my head to suck hard on each nipple in turn, my hand straying into the warm crease of her thighs.

Kneeling on the sand, I parted her legs, a red thong barely protecting her privacy, a hint of moisture forming a thin line down the centre of the fabric. We still hadn't had sex today and eager that I was to be inside her wonderful body she looked so vulnerable lying back on that hammock, her pert breasts pointing to the sky, her raised miniskirt exposing her tanned thighs. I wanted to enjoy the taste of her before I fucked her.

She lifted her legs over my shoulders as soon as she realized my intentions and I started to lick the insides of her thighs. I told her to keep an eye open for passers-by, especially in the unlikely event that our friends decided to join the fun.

Very gently I flicked the point of my tongue over the sensitive flesh where her thighs ended in her groin, my nostrils intoxicated with the odour of her sex. Easing aside the gusset to expose only part of her pussy, I ran a wet tongue up the length of one vaginal lip, and then back down again, returning to her groin. Repeating the process with the other lip of her pussy, I felt her start to shake and softly pressed my lips to the moist centre of her tiny panties, tasting the desire she was building up for the eventual entry of my very rampant cock.

"Lift," I whispered, and she raised her bum off the hammock for me to ease down her panties, down over her legs and I cast them aside.

"Lovely pussy," I sighed, gazing longingly at her scented haven of love. "I want her."

"Have her," groaned Sue, "She is all yours."

With that I lowered my face to her sweet cunny, my tongue passing from between my lips into hers, probing, tasting, licking and finally sucking. Holding her lips apart I set to work on her clitoris, my fingers working in time deep inside her with little fucking movements.

"Oh Tom, eat me, eat my pussy!" 

I needed no persuasion to engulf her with my mouth and as her juices flowed freely on to my lips I attacked her clitoris with my tongue, flicking it rapidly in time with my stroking of her g-spot. When I sensed she was close to losing control I eased my other hand underneath her and slid a large finger into her ass and rapidly fucked her there too. She groaned with delight.




24 Hours Ch. 05



"Bloody hell Tom, I think I'm going to want more than your finger in there, it feels so nice."

Covering her mouth to suppress a scream, her body convulsed and went rigid. Her thighs closed against my ears, her pussy and asshole clamped tight on my fingers. She stayed frozen for several moments, holding her breath to restrain the scream she so wanted to emit, then, as she breathed out in a long sigh she relaxed, a stream of pussy cum flowing into my mouth. Holding the sweet liquid on my tongue, I moved up her body to kiss her.

"I believe this is yours." 

She eagerly opened her mouth and I let her cunny juice flow on to her tongue, and we kissed hungrily, both of us totally lost in our moment of lust.

"Fuck me Tom."

We were in the perfect position for such a manoeuvre, my erection already pressing hard into her groin, her legs wide apart ready to receive me. All that was needed was for me to unzip my pants. I slid into her as easy as a knife into butter and for the first time that day we slowly started to make love. 

"Yesss," she hissed, "Fuck me hard, fuck my wet pussy. Shoot your hot spunk into my wet cunt you horny fucker." This girl was getting dirtier by the minute, and of course I was loving it.

As I increased my pace I found it difficult to control the hammock, which was swinging wildly with every plunge into her, and I was seriously contemplating lifting her fully into the bed. The decision was made for me when we heard soft footsteps in the sand.

"Quick." I whispered," Someone's coming." Another few seconds and it would have been me, I smiled grimly to myself.

We scrambled into the hammock together. Sue covered her breasts and I managed to pull my pants up over my bum and laid on top of her, hiding our genitals from view. 

"Perhaps it's Rich and Les?" Sue looked up at me hopefully, she was so keen that we all have sex together. I realized later that she simply wanted her brother to see her enjoying herself and that he could let his hair down in front of her also.

Unfortunately it wasn't them. As the footsteps approached in the gloom we could see that it was in fact the couple who had nearly caught us copulating in the surf last night. Tonight it was an even closer thing! Perhaps they had seen something, but had remained quiet, watching us in the dark.

The very tall guy spoke with an Australian accent, "Sorry to interrupt you folk, we didn't realize you were here." 

He was sandy-haired and dressed in jeans and t-shirt, his companion a tiny gothic-like creature with pixie-cut black hair, short black skirt and a bikini top barely concealing a tiny pair of breasts. Her eyes were an electric blue, and while she was barely out of her teens, he must have been pushing forty.

"That's okay," I replied with an embarrassed smile, "We were about to leave anyway."

Sue whispered in my ear, "No we were not, we were fucking!" 

From our position in the hammock that must have been pretty obvious to them. The Aussie chuckled and put his arm around the girl's waist. His own erection was very evident in his pants. 

"Please don't go on our behalf, we came down here for the same reason as you guys." 

His eyes glanced meaningfully downwards towards where Sue's crimson panties lay like a beacon on the sand.

It would be very fanciful of me to say that the unlikely couple climbed into the adjacent hammock and we all had mind-blowing sex in full view of each other, but he just grinned, took the girl's arm and moved off down the beach. Hearing new voices from another direction we decided that caution was now the order of the day, and in silence we dressed. An elderly couple wandered past, never giving us a glance.

For a while we just sat together with our feet on the sand, gently swinging the hammock back and forth, and when we heard a distant groan from the far end of the beach we knew that the Aussie couple had found a secluded place to vent their own carnal desires.

I was still horny as hell and wanted to finish what we had started but for some reason the moment was lost for Sue, I think the brashness of the tall guy had destroyed the magic for her. Anyway, we both felt in need of a drink, and returned to the bar. 

Les and Rich had gone to bed. Sue annoyingly got into a conversation with two newly arrived couples from Canada, so I settled back to watch some live cricket from South Africa. Brian Lara was at the wicket and entertaining the large crowd with another faultless display.

A large shadow descended over the table marking the return of the beach lovers, he with a very smug grin and she, in total contrast, appearing extremely bored. Upon further inspection he was clearly in his forties, and she couldn't have been a day over nineteen. In the Caribbean anything goes, the original sugar daddy was born here.

"Mind if we share?"

"No problem." I replied, adjusting the chairs and eyeing up the slender curves of his concubine.

"I'm Greg by the way and this is Sooline, but I call her Soo." He spelt it out.

The Canadian couples had drifted away and Sue focused her attention on the new occupants of our table.

"That's funny, I'm a Sue too!"

"That's cool!" He gave an ill concealed wink at her. "I only date girls called Sue, that way I don't call out the wrong name in the night!'

I laughed, but the girls just frowned.

He jerked his head back at the beach. "Sorry again if we disturbed anything down there." 

I grinned at him. "Nothing that we can't continue later."

"You know, we love outdoor sex too, the risk of being caught and all that."

"We know, we heard you." 

The conversation carried on pretty much between us two guys. I was not surprised to learn later that Sue was not keen on the guy, finding him loud and obnoxious, and truly dreading any suggestion of teaming up with them for anything of a sexual nature.

"Now, her on her own, that would be a different matter," she admitted later in the night with my cock pounding into her. I had to admit to agreeing with her. 

Soo didn't talk, period. Apart from frequent piercing glances at Sue and I, she looked totally bored out of her skin. Throughout the conversation she maintained an intense expression, hardly smiling at all. What could not be mistaken however was the strong sexual energy that was emanating from this strange little girl. If she had offered, and Sue was not present, I knew I would have willingly fucked her, nineteen or no nineteen. Little was I to know that offer was on the horizon. 

Sue was clearly eager to get to bed, but Greg insisted on buying one more round, and for the moment I was happy to wallow in the sexual aura of his girl friend. Her body language suggested to my bulging ego that he might have been the only one to have enjoyed their recent session on the beach. As I discovered next day through Sue, I was correct. 

Greg dispatched his girlfriend to go fetch the drinks and as she rose I was quick to spot a flash of black pubes. A blatant gesture to me I was sure, I didn't realise that it was meant for Sue too. I had earlier noted on the beach that her armpits were also hairy, a fashion quite acceptable in parts of Europe, and to me a very sensual touch.

New drinks on the table, Greg checked around that he was not being watched, and dipped into his shirt pocket. 

"Fancy a joint you guys? If there's anything as good as sex then it's a decent smoke afterwards."

"Or even during!" I laughed.

"And especially before a fuck!" 

Soo surprised us with her first words, and she was grinning. Obviously sex and the weed were close to her heart. She had a French accent, which explained the hairy pits. Naturally we accepted, passing the reefer between us.

"Fuck!" gasped Sue, "This is really good shit."

I followed suit, inhaling deeply. I agreed with a huge grin.

Soo grabbed the joint from her lover's hand, taking a huge drag and blowing the smoke erotically towards me and Sue.

"We got it locally this morning. Can get you some if you want."

"Thanks all the same, but we are going home tomorrow, too dodgy to carry into Barbados, even though we are in transit."

"No worries. So, you folks been here long?"

"Just ten days. You?"

"We got in yesterday, saw you guys on the beach last night, we did kinda wonder if you would be down there again tonight."

Sue raised her eyebrows. "You came looking for us?"

"Not really, we had it planned anyway."

Soo was staring intently at me, her startling blue eyes locked on mine, now totally silent after her outburst.

My new lover, getting a little high on the smoke, stared at Greg. "Are you two what we in the UK call swingers?" 

I couldn't believe where she was taking this, I was sure she didn't fancy the guy. It turned out that, like me, she was fascinated with his gothic girl friend.

Soo shook her head slowly and Greg took a long puff before answering. 

"Not really. We just happen to be open about sex, do it where we want, with who we want, go to parties once in a while. That's how we are in Oz. By the way, they call them swingers in Melbourne too!"

He looked at me curiously. "Why do you ask? Are you two in that scene?"

It was my turn to shake my head. I looked at Sue and when she nodded I told them how we had met last week, and that we had both arrived here with different partners.

"That means you really are swingers," he chuckled. "You've done a permanent swap!"

"I prefer temporary ones." 

Soo spoke again with her distinctly sexy French accent, and Sue was now the object of her unblinking stare. My cock stirred with the thought of being temporary with this young girl. Sue immediately spotted the movement in my pants and pinched my thigh with the distinct message that I had a sexual obligation to complete with her before pointing my cock in any other direction.

She muttered in my ear, the joint clearly taking effect, "I'm fucking randy Tom, I want to go to bed, and I want your cock in my asshole."

I sat bolt upright, Greg raised his eyes, seeing my look of surprise.

"Had an offer you can't refuse Tom?"

I laughed. "You could say that." I placed my hands in my crotch to hide my growing erection.

Soo suddenly stood up and looked at us both in turn. "Perhaps we will meet up again sometime?"

"Melbourne is a long way away Soo."

She smiled. "We live in Brussels, I am Flemish." 

"Yeah," continued Greg, lewdly grabbing her ass. "My company moved me across the planet so I could fuck this gorgeous sexy creature. And of course because of my job," he added with a raucous laugh. I have to admit that I wasn't over keen on the guy either, but with his frank Australian openness I guess he could grow on you in time. A sort of Crocodile Dundee without the Croc.

We parted with hugs all round and, as Soo pressed her lithe petite body to mine and clearly aware of my prominent erection, she whispered in my ear, "Pity you are both leaving so soon. I swim at six." When Sue asked me later what she had said I repeated it to her, for some reason leaving out the swim part.

As we left the bar Greg caught my arm. "Hey you guys, something to take to bed," and promptly pulled two more reefers from his pocket. "Something to remember us by when you hit the spot."

**

Sue was drying herself after a shower, I was sat in my boxers absorbed again with the cricket. The subject of anal sex clearly occupied our unspoken our thoughts.

"Tom?"

"Mmm?"

"You know what you did in that hammock?... you know...with your finger?"

I humoured her. "I do lots of things with my finger!"

"You know what I mean, when you put it in my bum."

"Uh huh." I pretended to half-listen as Brian Lara was poised on hitting yet another century. 

Impatiently, she grabbed the remote and killed the picture. 

"Well, one or two blokes have tried that before and I never liked it. I told them to stop, they were too rough."

"You didn't stop me," I smiled up her, kissing her nose softly, my mind immediately off the cricket. Little Tom was warming to the subject.

"I know. It was 'cos I trusted you, and to be honest I was so turned on I think I sort of really liked it."

"What did you like about it?"

"It was so very, very private and personal, and it sort of tingled in there, bit like I tingle in my pussy, but... I don't know ... just different that's all, and very exciting, something new!"

"Is that what made you cum?"

"Oh God yes, it was just...so fucking rude and at the same time so lovely." She paused. "Have you ever done it with your cock Tom?"

"Umm yes, a couple of times I've tried, but it hurt the girl too much so I never bothered asking again."

"Not surprised with that fat thing," she laughed, grabbing my rising erection through my pants.

"But a friend recently gave me some tips, apparently it's a fantastic experience when you get it right. For the girl that is."

"Apparently? And would this friend be Les?"

"No, I laughed, "We never got around to it. The advice came from a woman I chatted with on the Internet. We never actually met, so I still have to put it to the test." I gave her a sly knowing look. 

"Hmm."

"What does hmm mean then?"

"I might be willing to give it a go." She looked into my eyes curiously. "You remember yesterday when we said we would do anything for each other, and that I had a fantasy?"

"I wondered what it was. You really want me to do that with you?" Of course I was fully erect in anticipation.

"Yes Tom, I think I do. I want our sex to be complete, I want us to make love each and every way we can, and if you get pleasure doing me in the bum then I'm pretty sure I will too."

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close and we kissed deeply. Rubbing her naked crotch eagerly against my exposed cock she whispered, "So?"

"So what?" I taunted her, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her tightly to me.

"So, are we going to do it then?"

"What, now?" I grinned, my cock twitching against her pussy, as if in answer to her question.

"Yes Tom, yes please, I want you to put your cock in my ass and fuck me, do it how you were told to by your friend."

Although madly keen to do this, I was a little apprehensive because I didn't want to hurt her, and as I slipped out of my pants I sought her very available pussy opening instead, but she immediately put her hand down and pushed my cock away toward her little hole. 

"I'm a little sore in there Tom, please do it in my bum, I know I am ready for it, I am so horny."

I slid down the bed and turned her on her side and placed a towel underneath her. Gently prising open her legs I softly licked her pussy to release some juices and let them flow freely out of her, teasing her nectar along the delicate flesh between her pussy and asshole. She shivered as I teased her tight little anus open with my tongue.

"Mmm that's lovely, all tingly." 

For a moment she tensed and then sighed as very slowly I substituted a finger for my tongue, sliding it gently into her, all the while dribbling saliva to keep her moist. When I felt her initial tension relax I inserted a second finger continuing to keep her wet with my tongue, her vaginal juices adding to the wetness. She played with her clitoris as I started a gentle fucking motion with my two fingers, her breathing became faster.

Asking her to wait I removed my fingers and, spreading some saliva on the head of my cock, laid down behind her and ever so gently worked the tip into her secret entrance, some of my pre-cum conveniently appearing to assist access. Furiously frigging her pussy and, with just the head of my cock inside her asshole, her orgasm hit her so surprisingly that I involuntarily jumped a little further in. She cried out in ecstasy as I tried to hold her bum cheeks steady. Luxuriating the tightness around my cock, I held my position just inside her, eager to penetrate further inside her forbidden hole. I smiled to myself with satisfaction when I realized that this was the furthest I had been inside a girl's ass without rejection.

"God," she gasped, "what are you doing to me? And whatever it is don't stop my darling."

"When you are ready, just say the word and you can have some more, okay?" 

Holding my cock steady a couple of inches inside, I could feel her gripping me, not wanting to let go.

"Ready darling, I think I like this. Love my bum with your cock, and please go slowly."

With my fingers I scooped the fresh cum juices pouring from her pussy and spread them around my shaft and, caressing her cheeks with my hands, I eased slowly further inside, Sue continuously urging me on. Her orgasm had helped her to relax. Each time I pushed further in I stopped, retracted a little, and then penetrated a further half-inch or so, adding water from a nearby bottle that I had grabbed.

With about an inch to go Sue, breathing heavily, abruptly waved her hand. "Tom, wait a mo."

I stopped, her body gripping my cock like a vice, her ass reminding me of the tight pussy of a virgin.

I leaned forward and softly kissed her neck. "Is it hurting?"

"No my darling, I love it. I just remembered I've got some KY in my bag."

Her handbag was on the floor, slowly we crawled comically locked together to the side of the bed so she could hook her toe into the handle and swing it within reach. We were now both on our knees as I partly withdrew and placed a huge dollop of the jelly all round my cock and asked her to move back on to me when she was ready. What a result! I slid back inside as easily as if it were her pussy, and was resuming a slow movement in and out when she spoke again, pointing to the wall.

"Tom look! They're fucking!"

Concerned that we were being watched (what again?), I stopped still and followed her gaze...into the mirror on the dressing table. She was watching our reflection! And what a horny sight! Our own porn show!

"Move down Tom so we can see better, I love doing it in front of a mirror. I want to see it going in!"

Together we wriggled backwards until I was off the bed and standing behind Sue, who was now high on her knees in front of me, my cock now well inside her tight hole and really starting to pleasure her virgin ass. In the mirror we watched as at last I started to fuck her slowly and deliberately, adding two fingers to her dripping pussy to add to her pleasure.

It must have taken at least ten minutes of careful penetration and another application of jelly to become fully inside her, at which point I stopped. 

"What do you feel honey?" I asked as she kneeled trembling in front of me, her face buried in the pillow.

"I don't know what I feel, but it's bloody amazing. Are you going to stop talking and fuck me now or what?"

"You sure?"

"Yes please. Fuck my bum, fuck your dirty slut in her asshole with your big fat cock."

Immensely aroused by her words I started to move faster within her, retracting to half my length and then filling her fully again. Sue was squealing and gasping with pleasure, my fingers moving inside her pussy in time with my motion in her ass. Curiously my fingers could feel the outline of my cock as I fucked her.

"My vibrator Tom," she gasped, reaching for her bag.

"God, you do come prepared" I smiled and, switching the toy on, slipped it into her sodden pussy. 

She giggled, "It goes with the KY Tom. Now please fuck me Tom, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, this is so lovely." To urge me on she started to rock back against me. "Do me in there like you do my pussy."

Sue was clearly comfortable with me fully inside her so I thrust into both her holes at the speed she wanted, and all too soon she started groaning loudly and shaking violently.

"Oh God don't stop, it's like I have two cocks in me." 

She let out a loud screech and I paused with a concerned look into the mirror. Our eyes met, her face was contorted with lust.

"I'm cumming...oh fuck!"




24 Hours Ch. 05



I thrust harder into her and she screamed as she orgasmed violently. She was so totally consumed by the ecstasy of the moment that it took all my strength to hold her still and stay inside and continue the fucking strokes. Gradually I slowed my pace, allowing her to luxuriate in her magical moment, but I was now on the verge of my own climax and, with the tightness of her ass gripping my cock, finding it difficult to hold back any longer.

"I'm cumming too," I gasped, starting to draw out, but she pushed back hard against me.

"No Tom, cum in me, cum in my bum," she groaned. "I want to know what it feels like, give it all to me."

I needed no further encouragement and, with a few more deep thrusts, I exploded my sperm deep into her ass with a groan to match her own loud cries.

For a full minute I held her there on my cock, leaning forward to kiss her tenderly on her neck. As my cum started to leak out I pulled gently away, her enlarged hole brimming with cream. Shaking uncontrollably, we collapsed on the bed together in a pool of sweat and semen and kissed tenderly as we slowly caught our breaths and gazed lovingly into each other's eyes.

She kissed my nose. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever done Tom, thank you so much. I love you."

"I love you too," kissing her back. "It was pretty damn special for me as well."

"I need a drink," she declared suddenly and, while I grabbed two bottles from the fridge, she rushed off to the bathroom. I had a sudden concern that perhaps the fucking had disturbed her bowels, but she returned quickly with a smile and aloe cream in her hand.

"Just a bit tender there I think," she smiled.

We sat in silence as we touched each other, words at that moment could not express everything we wanted to say. Eventually I spoke, "Do you realize I have just fucked a virgin?"

She laughed. "From what you have told me, so have I! And it was much nicer than when I lost my other virginity."

I held her close as we kissed deeply, surrounded by the strong aroma of sex.

"So tell me, what did it feel like to have a cock in there Sue? Be honest, because all my previous girl friends were revolted by the idea."

"Then they don't know what they missed. I can't describe it Tom. It was just the most wonderful feeling ever, I felt so full, so complete. What did it feel like for you?"

"It felt like the tightest pussy I have ever been in, a real virgin one." 

She giggled. "Perhaps next time we could try it the other way around?"

I froze as she held up the sticky vibrator, but quickly sighed with relief when she explained. 

"You know, fuck me normally and put this up my bum?"

"You mean you still like my cock enough to have it up you yet again?" 

She fondled my shrunken member. 

"I would like that thing inside me all the time if it was possible. Tell me, did you really enjoy it, or did you do it just to please me?"

"I did it for us, because it felt so right. Until now I never realized how much pleasure it could be, both for a man and a woman." 

I whispered a silent thank you to my Internet friend for her expert advice.

In the shower we sponged each other and kissed and caressed as we talked of what might lay ahead in the future for us. Ten minutes later we were both cuddled together in a deep contented sleep, but not before she shared with me.

"Tom?"

"Mmm?"

"When I said earlier that I love you..."

"Yeah?"

"I meant that I don't love love you, not that way. I love you as my new friend. Does that make sense?"

I reached around her and cupped a soft breast.

"Yes it does. I understand. What you mean is you love me like a fuck-buddy."

She placed her hand over mine, pressing me into her breast. "Exactly. You okay with that?"

"Very." 

I withdrew my hand, and turned on to my back. 

"Nite-nite Sue."

"Nite-nite dear fuck-buddy."

* *

Like every male over ten years old I normally greet the new day with a customary flagpole between my legs. Thanks to the booze, the smoking and of course the sex I awoke this morning with a rare half-mast and with a head that was buzzing. 

I peered at the clock, 5.40. It was just getting light, and Sue was still well out of it. As my head banged I knew that a dip in the sea would be the solution to my hangover, but I was easily tempted to go take a pee and crash back in bed.

'Swim.' I aimed my cock at the toilet pan, peeing away the night's beverages. 

'Swim'. The words echoed in my aching head 

Take a swim my brain was telling me, the hot body lying supine in bed was trying to persuade me otherwise.

As I shook away the final drips her parting words drifted through the haze. 

"I swim at six."

Sooline, the sexy gothic teenager was waiting for me in the sea. 

In my hand my cock stirred, wanting to know more, and tucking it into my bathers, followed it in the general direction of the beach.

Squinting against the bright Caribbean dawn I could see the usual walkers, joggers performing their early morning ritual. Scanning the water I quickly spotted her, out deep, off to one side of the bay. If she had seen me she didn't wave, she seemed to stay in one spot, gently paddling her arms to stay afloat. 

Like iron filings drawn to a magnet I made a beeline in her direction, my hangover miraculously left behind. Her eyes soon locked with mine and long before I even reached the water I knew we were going to fuck. By the time I was waist deep I was hard and ready for her. Soo's face was as expressionless as last night, but there was no doubt about the intent within her eyes. When I moved in to kiss her she turned her head to one side, my lips finding instead the long pale neck below her cropped hair.

We were both paddling well out of depth and together we moved inshore so we could stand. Apart from the foiled kiss, we hadn't yet touched. Reaching shallow water she grinned impishly and raised her arm out of the water, her hand clutching her bikini bottom, her hairy armpit exposed to the rising sun.

Message received, I licked my lips, lowered my own trunks and pulled her toward me, my hands grasping her ass. Without further ado she grabbed hold of my cock and, without any hesitation, pulled me into her. In this salty water she was tight and dry to start with, but once deep inside her I was welcomed with her own slippery lubrication. Hands gripping each other's ass, we started to move together. Against the cold of my cock the interior of her pussy was burning hot. 

Soo looked hard into my eyes and silently mouthed the universal invitation to sex, "Fuck me."

To the uninitiated, intercourse in the sea can be a painful experience, the salt being very abrasive to both parties. From bitter experience, the solution is to stay inserted as deeply as possible, then restricting the in-and-out motion to short but fast. As we humped frantically together, with only our chests exposed above the water, I looked over her shoulder at the beach. I dreaded seeing Sue suddenly appear or even Richard and Les, but all was well. Only the joggers came anywhere near the water's edge, and if it was obvious what we were doing, they didn't seem concerned. Perhaps sex in the sea is now old-hat!

We fucked as fast as the restriction of the sea would allow, knowing that once the salt water crept in the fun would be over. I was fascinated by the determination of this girl to screw just for the fun of it. I sensed that she didn't fancy me all that much, she just needed someone different to fuck, and I filled the slot, to coin a phrase. Tentatively I reached between us to finger her clit but she shook her head placing my hand back on her ass. And again she shook it when, on approaching my orgasm, I started to pull out. Instead, she gritted her teeth and pulled me closer. Given the green light I quickly exploded inside her and we both muttered a grunt of satisfaction.

Easing herself off me she kissed me on the cheek and just as suddenly she swam away, a small blob of semen rising to the surface in her wake.

Recovering my trunks, I allowed my cock to subside and waded back to the shore. Starting back up the beach I looked over my shoulder to see her swimming out toward the diving raft, no doubt leaving a further trail of my sperm behind her. I idly wondered what the fish would make of it. Again in my stupidity I had rashly engaged in unsafe sex, but much later back home I was relieved to be expertly advised that salt water is not only a good contraceptive but pretty good at anti infection too.

Back by the restaurant I took one last look, she was sitting on the raft and waved to me. I returned the gesture and hurried back to Sue's cabin.

You would think that, as I entered the shower, I would have felt very smug and satisfied, but I didn't. Even though she was now my fully declared no-strings fuck-buddy, I had still in a way cheated on Sue. Part of me also regretted that I hadn't made Sooline cum. Perhaps I could ease my conscience by making it happen for Sue.

I lifted the bedsheet off her sleeping body. Fortunately she was on her back and it took little effort to part her thighs exposing her sex. Since we didn't have vaginal sex that night, her pussy was only barely moist and smelled sweet.

I licked her softly and thoroughly as she slowly came to. The more she regained consciousness the more rapidly I licked, my tongue tracing the letters of the alphabet, with the result that she orgasmed before she was fully awake. I was quickly rewarded with a little squirt of fresh nectar. When she had finished shaking I moved up beside her body and kissed her with the taste of her pussy on my lips.

"Morning Sue, coffee?"

"Mmm please."

She had sat up, her breasts all perky in the morning light and I kissed each in turn as I passed her coffee.

"That was nice Tom, what did I do to deserve that?" Little did she know!

"Lisa used to like me to lick her awake," I answered truthfully, "so I thought I would try it with you."

"You didn't fuck me though."

"This one was purely for you." Although my cock was still semi-hard, and to this day the sight of her naked body never fails to excite me, I wasn't sure I could perform so soon after my recent marine encounter.

She smiled and headed for the shower.

Following a leisurely breakfast Richard and I headed to the airport to organise the ticket swap, leaving Sue to enjoy the beach. Les, being in a similar overhung condition to me, couldn't face the sun, and relaxed in the shade of the bar.

At lunch we all shared a large buffet and Sue seemed very preoccupied and a bit irritable, no doubt with the thought of returning home. After four rum punches Les plucked up enough courage to tell Richard about her previous nocturnal employment, apparently much more to his amusement than shock.

"Les, my naivety and your experience should prove for an interesting time ahead, if last night was anything to go by." Apparently she had kept him awake all night, this time for a different reason. 

Les laughed, now relaxed after her confession, and put her arm around her new lover. 

"And for everyone's information, size does matter!"

"Yeah," agreed Richard, "She could hardly walk this morning. Not to boast, of course!"

"Well, I must say I am satisfied with what I found on the beach." smiled Sue, patting me lightly on the groin.

We all laughed, and gently kissed our new partners.

As we waited for our taxi Les cornered me about the scream she and a hundred others must have heard in the night.

"Was that someone being murdered or did you hit the spot Tom?"

"Actually, we had anal sex, it was a first for both of us."

"First time? And how old are you Tom, 28? Where have you been all these years?"

"Okay miss pro, we don't all have your experience," I taunted.

She glared at me. "Don't you bloody go telling anyone. I don't mind the other two, but no one else okay?"

I held her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "I promise. And anyway, if it hadn't been for you in that library I wouldn't have met Sue and... ah, here's the taxi."

Richard and Les came with us to the airport where we had all had a snack together, and they waved us goodbye. 

"Have a safe trip you two," stuttered a tearful Les, kissing us both. "And no mile-high stuff either!" 

"And don't you go screwing any strangers on the beach!" I retorted.

In the little airport lounge, while we waited for our flight, Sue turned to face me, taking my hand in hers.

"Tom, when I said yesterday I am not ready for commitment, I don't want you to think that this was just another of those holiday romances which ends right here at the airport."

"It never crossed my mind Sue, we can always do it on the plane!"

She punched my side. "Be serious for a mo. Something happened this morning over on that little island that confirms what I said yesterday about us not committing just yet."

Bugger! She knew about my early morning swim. But what she said next caught me right off guard.

"Tom, when you and Rich went off to do the tickets, Sooline, you remember her from last night?

I nodded cautiously. I remembered her from this morning!

"Well, she came to my cabin and fucked me."

I uttered a genuine gasp. That little innocent scrap of a girl was insatiable. I waited to see if she had divulged about her earlier encounter with me.

"How on earth did that come about?"

"Quite out of the blue she came up to me on the beach and sat down with two bottles of beer. I said hello, but she just looked at me with that pan expression of hers and started to stroke my foot."

"Interesting."

"Nothing was said, but there was this instant spark. We both knew immediately that we wanted each other, just like you and me at the disco."

My cock was stirring. 

"What did you do?" 

"She looked me in the eyes and raised her own in question. I just nodded and she took my hand and led me to my cabin. I couldn't resist her Tom. We had sex in total silence."

"Bloody hell!"

"Well, more she had sex with me, she just took over. Funny thing Les spotted us on our way over and gave me a huge grin. I hope she doesn't tell Richard."

"Don't worry, I know she has been with other women herself, she'll keep mum."

Sue looked at me sheepishly. "I guess that makes sense of what we discussed last night, about any serious relationship."

I decided to come clean. "I suppose I have to agree, because she fucked me too."

For a moment Sue just stared at me expressionless, but instead of looking shocked she burst out laughing.

"We are a pair aren't we!"

"While you were still asleep this morning I went for a swim."

"I know, she told me."

"You said she never spoke to you."

"She didn't until then. There was nothing to say. We both wanted the same thing, and instinct took over. Afterwards she did open up a little."

"Aren't you angry Sue?"

She took my hand and stared deep into my eyes. 

"Why should I be? We have agreed to take this thing slowly and enjoy ourselves, even fool around a little like this morning. And then when we are ready, if we are ready, then we can commit. Okay?" She kissed me lightly on the nose. "I love you Tom, but not enough to be monogamous, not yet anyway."

"I accept that. Soo was sheer lust, on any other day I would pass her on the street and not bat an eyelid."

"It's holidays Tom, we let our hair down when away from home. It's the freedom from the responsibility of normal life that makes us adventurous. I love that feeling, that's why I came out here with Rich, and the same with you and Les."

I veered away from the subject. "She was your first time wasn't she, did you enjoy it?"

"Not as much as I think I could have done. I knew I was going to go with a girl one day, the opportunities kept falling into my lap after losing Jim, so I thought it was about time I grabbed this one. But I am sure I could have done better. I will be more selective next time. It's something I needed to get out of my system, but she wasn't the right person Tom. I don't want wham bam when I do it for real."

She did do it for real, and I helped to organize it, but that came much later.

Our flight was called and when we were buckled into our seats we continued the conversation.

"Sue, why do you think that girl came on to us like that? I don't know if it was the same with you, but she didn't seem to be exactly ecstatic while I was fucking her."

"I asked her. She told me she is bored with Greg and simply likes change, but hasn't met anyone yet who totally satisfies her."

I laughed. "She certainly got change this morning!"

"Apparently they have an open relationship, and that works for them."

"Sort of like what we are talking about? Though I don't think I could never get bored with you!"

"Yes, that's exactly it. We can be like them, both have lots of fun, and still be there for each other."

She gave my cock a surreptitious squeeze, and continued, "I must admit that although she is not raving beauty, deep down she is incredibly sexy. I don't blame you in the slightest for not fending her off. I was certainly unable to do so. So where did you actually fuck her? In one of the hammocks?"

"Didn't she tell you?"

"Nope, she just apologised for seducing you, and that left her horny for me. She did say you didn't suck her off though." She giggled softly, "But then neither did I!"

"It would have been difficult, I didn't have my snorkel with me!"

"You did it in the water?"

"There were too many people on the beach."

"I've never tried it in the sea, I did it in the bath once with my boyfriend. My mum was really pissed off, there was more water on the floor than in the bath!"

"So, are you going to meet up with her again?"

"I don't think so Tom, for a start she lives in Belgium, and I don't really fancy her all that much. What about you, did you swap numbers?"

"No way. I like someone who takes an interest when you are having sex with them. It was an impulse animal thing, she had a hole to be filled and I obliged. It was one of these holiday things you talked about."

"So Tom, are we still going to be fuck-buddies then?"

"Of course." I cast one eye toward the toilet. "How about starting now?"

"No way, not in that smelly thing!"

We peered down on our little island as the twin prop flew us the short hop back to Barbados, finally to rendezvous with our flight back home. 

For most of the overnight flight we slept in each other's arms and arrived back to a misty humid dawn at Gatwick where we both got the train to London. I was hoping Sue would come home with me, it seemed an eternity since we had had sex, but she had to be in Manchester that afternoon for an interview. However she invited me down to her flat near Guildford two days later for a long weekend. Those three days were spent lovemaking in every position conceivable and anywhere that happened to be convenient. We even managed anal sex again, this time underwater in the bath! We continued to live apart and although we had given each other the space to see other people, neither of us did so, our weekends together were sufficient enough to keep our libidos in check.

Over the following months we met up several times with Les and Richard, the most recent to celebrate their engagement and yes, Les was pregnant again! 

"This time the father stays!" she declared.

"Damn right," grinned Richard. "Don't want her wandering off to some desert island with some horny creep." 

We all laughed as we toasted their happiness with champagne. Sue made a show of wanting to take the empty bottle home.

"We have found a new game to play with these," she grinned.

Our relationship changed status when one day when Sue was staying over at my flat. Karen the younger sister of my ex girl friend, arrived on my doorstep demanding to know why I hadn't invited her on my holiday, and started coming on to me quite strongly, only easing off slightly when Sue appeared.




24 Hours Ch. 05



That was enough to prompt Sue to move in with me a week later. Apparently fucking other girls was acceptable, but not in her face! Very soon after that she was to meet up with Karen again under very different circumstances. For obvious reasons only she can relate that part of the tale really well, and no doubt she will, soon. Enough to say that my fuck-buddy is now a fully-fledged bisexual woman and, with her permission, I got to enjoy some hot sex with her new girlfriend.

Although now living together, we have not committed ourselves to a fully monogamous relationship. That doesn't mean that we are going out openly to look for other people for sex. More like finding a third party or couple to join us and share in our lovemaking. Apart from Karen frequenting our love nest, we are still looking!

So that's the end of my Caribbean adventure, most of it was true. I hope it brightened your day, or days, however long it took to read it.

Should you and your partner plan an amorous visit to a certain beach in Latitude 13º07' North, 61º12' West, please do check out the hammocks beforehand. You never know who you might meet in one!

POSTSCRIPT

I never did find that bloody bird. Well, not the one I was looking for.

This story is dedicated to Sue, Les and Richard. I love you guys!

Sue has promised to write her own version of events. Watch this space!

(c) TG 2008