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Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 01

By: Girls_cum_first



To the reader: This is a nine-part story of erotic romance leading to graphic sex. If you're not into a lot of dialogue, and that's what successful relationships are all about, then you should read elsewhere. Also, if you are looking for a quick jerk-off tale, then this is not for you.

I am so excited about my twelve days in the Caribbean that I started writing notes on the overnight plane home! The following is the result.

1. Julie

With an exaggerated sigh, the attractive brunette flopped down into the empty seat beside me, her bright red backpack clutched to her lap. When the last of the nearby passengers were seated I offered to hoist her bag up into the one remaining space in the overhead locker.

"No thank you, I can manage," was the cool rebuff. I gained small satisfaction as she attempted to force the bag into a space designed for half of it, hiding my smug grin as she flopped back down muttering comments about sardines.

For those readers well acquainted with Boeing 747s you might be aware of the two sets of twin seats situated at the very rear of the plane, whereas all the others are either in threes or fours. In the paupers section that is. Despite the noise from the engines, I prefer to reserve one of these knowing that I won't be disturbed by a parent and child but more likely to strike up an interesting intellectual conversation with a single person, hopefully of the female gender. So far, this particular encounter didn't look very promising, clearly my new Carl Hiaasen novel was going to be well read.

We remained silent as the plane slowly filled up, passengers scrabbling for non-existent luggage spaces, arguing over wrongly occupied seats. I stared out of the window through the morning mist hanging over Gatwick Airport as the baggage tender pulled away, while my neighbour fiddled inside her handbag, and repeated the sigh. I sensed frustration or anger and was quick to spot her remove her gold wedding band. A break-up or heading for a secret fling?

To my surprise, the strained atmosphere eased considerably when she attempted to obey orders to buckle up, I was sat on her strap!

"Sorry." I displayed my most charming grin of the day and lifted myself clear.

"That's okay. I hate these bloody things anyway." Her voice had a faint north-country accent.

For a moment she remained quiet, then, with yet another sigh, unbuckled and removed her suede jacket. Finally she settled, turned to me and smiled, studying my face. 

"Sorry about that, it's not been a good day so far."

"No problem, hopefully the next eight hours will be an improvement."

"They certainly can't be any worse. I'm Julie." She held out her hand and smiled. Her teeth were white and even, extremely kissable. I am a sucker for Hollywood mouths. 

"Hi Julie, pleased to meet you. Tom. Tom Graham. From Kingston, just outside London. I am an architect." For some reason, that little addition always seems to lead to an interesting conversation, and it didn't fail me this time.

"That's interesting, Tom, my father is an architect too." Her hand was slightly moist, but her grip was firm.

"You sound as though you are not from this part of the world?"

"You're right, Leeds actually, I left home at some Godforsaken hour, had a blazing row with my husband and nearly missed my train. And it was packed all the way down."

Now we were talking face to face, I had chance to fully appraise my travelling companion. Julie was clearly of slim build and a little younger than my 32. When standing, her crotch level with my eyes, she had seemed tall, but then at the time I was sitting admiring the view. She was wearing tight pale blue jeans with the obligatory rips at the knees.

"I haven't been to Leeds in years," I replied, keeping the conversation going, "That was when I was a Liverpool fan." I sensed disapproval and quickly added. "Not that I'm a football addict."

Fortunately she smiled, "My husband supports one of the Sheffield teams, I can't remember which. All I know is, he seems to spend more time there than at home."

My married companion on this Virgin Atlantic flight to Barbados was blessed with cobalt blue eyes and long curly brunette hair down to her shoulders. Above her full painted lips poised a fine Roman nose, her cheeks still red from the mile-long safari from the departure lounge. Her denim jacket folded in her lap, Julie revealed ample breasts contained in a light blue sweater. She will need to remove that, I mused, as soon as we hit the blast furnace that is the Caribbean in March!

A female voice announcing herself as the assistant driver for our journey apologised for the obligatory delay in departure and we both gave each other an exasperated look.

"They usually make up for lost time on this flight," I assured her.

Julie's persona was attractive, bordering on sexy and apparently travelling alone. The brain between my legs was already working on means to extend our friendship beyond this flight. Barbados is a venue for couples and families, with available single women hard to find. Those that you don't have to re-mortgage your house for, that is! And with several thousand dedicated cricket fans occupying the island, the competition would be fierce.

The plane started to taxi and the magazine on my lap fell to the floor between us. Julie, still defiantly unbuckled, leaned forward to retrieve it, the vee of her sweater exposing an inviting acreage of tanned cleavage.

She glanced at the cover, and looked up at me with an unbelieving expression, "Cricketing Monthly! You're not by any chance on the tour are you? The twelve-day one?"

I grinned and nodded. "Certainly am! You too?"

She nodded her head. The England cricket team were visiting the West Indies and a couple of the five one-day matches would be played in Barbados with the remaining game on nearby St Lucia. Those that had signed up would most likely be staying at the same hotels. Half the work done! Thank you mister tour organizer!

"I'm not really interested in cricket, it's my sister that's the real fan, she follows the team everywhere. And of course to go with it there's the sun, sea, and you know what!"

I laughed, this might turn out to be fun after all, "Yes, I think I know what! Is she with you today then?"

"Yes, Sara's the one in the green top, with the black collar." She pointed forward a few rows towards the middle aisle.

Immediately a reluctant chivalry crept into the picture, with of course brownie points in mind, "Wouldn't you prefer to be together? I don't mind swapping over."

I had unbuckled and half risen out of my seat when she put out a hand and stopped me. The plane still hadn't reached the runway.

"No, Tom. Thank you for the kind thought, but I prefer it this way. When we are travelling she talks non-stop, it's a nervous reaction. I booked this seat pretending there were only singles available."

I sat back down. "If you are sure. What about the poor people next to her?"

Julie laughed, "Oh, that's okay, she only talks to people she knows. Or fancies," she added with a grimace.

"Is she married too?" I asked, pointing to the indent on Julie's wedding finger. She blushed, but didn't remark on the absent ring. I puzzled on why a married woman would remove her proof of marriage while accompanying her sister on a cricket tour. My devious mind settled for the obvious.

"Still single, lucky girl, although she is dating some weirdo at the moment." She cocked her head, her eyes asking the question, "And you? I don't see a ring. What's a handsome guy like you doing on the loose I wonder?"

I laughed, "I lived with someone until recently, before that I was briefly married."

"What happened?"

"Quite simple really, she wanted a monogamous relationship and I didn't."

Her smile disappeared, "Oh, isn't that a bit unfair?"

"Not really, we both had an open relationship until she decided to move in and ruin things. Rachel and I even nearly got married and that would have been a disaster."

My neighbour replied as the plane inched forward in the queue awaiting take-off, "I know where you are coming from, you men seem to possess this primeval urge to fuck females, as many and as often as possible and, it would seem, more often as not when they are married." She looked at me with a glum expression.

I smiled at her openness, "It sounds as though you have been on the wrong end of such a situation."

She groaned to herself and looked away, "Tell me about it."

For the moment she didn't expand any further so, as the stewardess reminded her to buckle up again, I continued with my own saga.

"Rachel wasn't so innocent herself. Unknown to me, she had been having an affair with the sister of my previous girlfriend."

She turned her head sharply, "Your girlfriend was bisexual?"

"Yes, has been since her teens, although I didn't find out until we two became an item."

Like a giant eager bird, the plane was now hovering at the end of the runway and, as soon as the pilot stepped on the gas, Julie reached across and grabbed my hand, and closed her eyes. I clasped her hand in mine and remained silent, enjoying the unexpected intimacy. As soon as the 400 tonnes of aluminium and flesh had clawed its way clear of the tarmac I felt my companion relax, but I didn't release her hand.

She opened her eyes and grinned, "You can let go now!"

"Sorry, I was enjoying the moment!"

"It's me that should apologise, Tom, I hate take-offs. And if you must know," she added, "The moment was cool, you have nice hands."

I patted hers as I slowly let it go, "Are you sure? There can be lots of turbulence in the Atlantic this time of the year, and landing in Barbados can be quite bumpy too."

She took my fingers and stroked them softly, "Thank you, let's see what happens shall we?"

The seat belt light went out and we tipped our seats back to relax. Julie turned her head to me, her breath smelt of almonds, we were within tongue touching distance of each other. As if sensing my amorous thoughts she pulled back a little.

"You were telling me about your girlfriend. How long had you known her?"

"Ever since I was this high." I placed my palm about four feet from the floor. "For years we were platonic friends, shared all our secrets, even the same workplace for a while."

"So when did you fall in love with her?"

I laughed, "It was lust actually, she caught me in rather an embarrassing situation in my office. At least it was after hours." (See: A Desk Job in London)

She clasped her hands together and leaned closer again. I had known this woman less than an hour and already I wanted to kiss her soft lips. Little Tom, dormant in my pants up until now, approved of the thought. "Mmm, sounds interesting! I suppose you were shagging your secretary?" I was soon to discover that a similar situation with her own husband was causing her distress.

I smiled. If Julie expected me to be embarrassed at the question, she would be disappointed, I was totally cool with this woman. "Not quite, not then anyway." I acted a little coy, "And you really don't want to know. After all, we only met...." I looked at my watch, "…forty minutes ago?"

Her eyes shining, Julie squeezed my arm, "Come on, now I really want to know. I am a big girl, I do know about these things. I want to hear the man's side for a change."

I placed my hand over hers, my forefinger exploring her knuckles, "Okay, your call. The office was empty, I was on my own, or so I thought, and I had just received a very raunchy email from an old girl friend in Australia. And to make matters worse, it was Friday night and I had no date for that weekend. Get the picture?"

She gasped, non-too quietly for my liking, "Absolutely. You were masturbating!"

I nodded, quickly putting my hand over her mouth and peering at the seats around us, "Hush, don't tell the whole plane!" Fortunately, under the roar of the climbing aircraft, she wasn't heard.

"And this turned your Rachel on? Not that I am judging, I think it would have had the same effect on me!"

The idea of Julie watching me stroke my stiff cock was very appealing, especially if she was playing also, but of course I was reluctant to tell her so, not at this stage anyway. I was beginning to suspect there might be an opportunity in the next few days.

"Yes, so much so that she had been watching in the dark before she confronted me."

"So she was doing it too?" she whispered.

I nodded again. I couldn't believe I was sharing these intimate details with a complete stranger. The raunchy discussion was now having a disturbing effect on the contents of my groin.

"So what happened, apart from maybe the obvious?"

Confined as we both were in this tiny space thousands of feet in the sky, I felt completely relaxed in this woman's presence, and was beginning to believe our chat could lead to something far more intimate before the holiday was over. I wondered if Julie would be as keen to share the details of her own relationship.

"At first, we were both embarrassed, then we talked it through, and how we had fancied each other over the years and not done anything about it. Then, realising we were both still horny, we agreed it would be good to watch each other."

"What, you carried on?"

I nodded.

"Oh wow, my husband would never do that! Apart from me catching him looking at porn magazines a couple of times. Now, my sister over there is a completely different kettle of fish, apparently she does all sorts of weird things with her boyfriends. I always thought her to be a bit pervy."

"Really? Well I can recommend it. It can lead to greater things."

"Such as having it off, which no doubt you two did?"

Now totally relaxed, with the exception of the organ between my legs, I laughed, eager to share more, "Yes, over my desk as it happened…"

She turned up her nose in mock disapproval, "How romantic! Not my idea of a first shag!"

"…and then again in the car on the way home."

"Ah, that's more like it! Even I've done that! So when did you both choose to live together?"

"It was Rachel that decided. Last November when an old flame re-emerged into my life, wanting re-entry, so to speak. Rachel wanted insurance."

One of the stewardesses reversed her drinks trolley alongside us and we both opted for small bottles of red wine, accompanied of course by the obligatory peanuts.

When the red-skirted girl had disappeared into her kitchen just behind us, I toasted Julie, "Cheers! So tell me about your husband, he must be a very special person, or totally crazy."

From her expression Julie didn't know whether to smile or frown. "Why do you say that?"

"Allowing a beautiful woman, correction, beautiful sexy woman to wander off four thousand miles on her own."

She laughed, "Actually he's neither. We are just both glad to be out of each other's hair. We are, for the first time in years, taking time out to do our own thing in our own space, that's why I removed my ring by the way, just to imagine that bit of freedom, even if it's only temporary. Do you understand?"

I nodded, "Definitely, I was married once too you know."

"And anyway, as I said, I am not alone," she pointed down the plane, "I have my sister with me. If you can call her a chaperone, that is!"

I asked the obvious question, "Will your husband be faithful to you while you are away?"

She gave a grim smile, "I doubt it. He takes his secretary away with him on business trips, so I don't see what will stop him sleeping with her this time."

"What makes you think they are having sex?"

"Same room in the same hotel? Come on Tom, I'm not a child, I know about these things."

"Doesn't that concern you?"

"Of course it does. But isn't that a fact of life? All married men seem to have this desperation to screw around."

Boldly I took her hand and stared into her eyes, "Well, this man didn't, not while he was married anyway." I grinned, "I made up for lost time afterwards though."

She laughed, "I can imagine! You are a very attractive man."

"Thank you," I smiled disarmingly, "I do my best!"

She returned to the subject. "James and I should really sit down and talk about it, I really don't think he's aware that I know about him and Aleysha. And my sister has slept with him too, but she doesn't know that I know that. You and Rachel are so lucky that you were open about your relationship. Mind you," she laughed quietly to herself, "I am not so innocent myself."

"Oh?"

"I really shouldn't be telling you this, but the first time I heard about him sleeping with Aleysha I went out and shagged the first bloke I could find."

"Revenge fuck, huh? I hope he was a nice chap like me!"

"It was! And he was!"

"Remorse afterwards?"

"Not a bit of it, I enjoyed every bloody moment!"

I smiled. So I think did my cock, ever discreetly stiffening, "One night stand?"

She shook her head, "Three actually, David comes from Antigua and was in England on business. He took me to Devon for the weekend while James was away. It actually thrilled me to think that I wasn't the only one in my family that was getting screwed illicitly that weekend!"

"This David was a very lucky guy, catching you at the right moment, alone and vulnerable. And maybe a trifle horny too?" I gave her a knowing look, which she interpreted immediately.

"Tom, please don't get me wrong. Just because my husband is going to fuck his brains out these next twelve days, and I have taken my ring off, doesn't mean that I am available for the same."

I gave her my most innocent grin, "The thought never crossed my mind."

She laughed, "Liar!"

I grinned back sheepishly, "Well, at least I tried. The offer is there if you feel inclined to exert further revenge upon your husband."

"Thank you for the offer, Tom. Actually, I probably won't be staying in Barbados."

"David?"

She nodded, grinning from cheek to cheek, and poked her tongue at me. For one crazy moment I envisaged that same tongue laden with my sperm.

She continued, "If you want some fun, you can do worse than Sara, but you will have to be quick. If she hasn't pulled a bloke within a hundred feet of clearing customs, then she is not the sister I know so well."

"She likes her sex then?" The thought of not having to hunt for pussy on this holiday was intriguing to say the least.

"Put it this way, she went to Sexaholics Anonymous and failed. Dismally in fact. She ended up sleeping with the counsellor on the first day!"

I looked over at the back of her sister, she appeared to be in animated conversation with her male neighbour. Julie was right. "You don't mind her being like this?"

"If she is seeing someone, Tom, she is happy and out of my hair, so I can relax and enjoy my space."

I asked Julie if this was her first trip to the Caribbean.

"Yes, what about you?"



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 01



"If it's not too personal, what was your fair share?"

For a minute she was silent as the stewardess retrieved our trays and we settled back to endure the next seven hours or so. Julie turned her head to me, our eyes barely a foot apart.

She whispered, her sweet breath once again delighting my nostrils, "Since I am not going to the cricket and we are unlikely to meet again, I can tell you that before I got married I once slept with two men."

"Both together?"

She nodded.

"Even I haven't been there! Never been all that keen on sharing my women, not with men anyway."

Her eyes had gone misty. Clearly the memory was turning her on. But her sexual history came to an abrupt halt when she cried out, "Fuck, I'm getting wet!"

Julie's outburst caused amused heads to turn as she raised her hand to divert the condensation dripping from the air outlet above her head.

I passed her a couple of tissues and laughed, meaningfully glancing at my watch, "I know I have this devastating effect on women, but two hours could constitute a record!"

She dug me in the ribs but the air conditioning continued to drip. Later, much later, she confided in me that she had been a little wet elsewhere also!

The helpful stewardess suggested an alternative space for her in Business Class, but I quickly suggested switching seats. Julie came up with the better solution, "I will just lean in towards my friend, thank you," and promptly deposited her head on my shoulder.

She smiled disarmingly up at me, "Assuming you don't mind?"

I answered by placing my arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer in, "Try me!"

"Mmm, you smell good, mister stranger."

"You too. You realise this means I shall have to renew my offer?"

She wriggled closer, "Mmm, I'm flattered."

Julie slept while I settled into my book, occasionally nuzzling my lips into her hair, the scent of which stirred my senses, and close to causing a minor seismic event in my pants. Fortunately the cricket magazine concealed the best part of my lap. If she decided to relax her head down there then I would be in trouble.

I looked up as a blonde-haired female in a green top paused by our seats on the way to the loo just behind us. Immediately recognising her as the sister Sara, I smiled and she winked knowingly, her tongue appearing suggestively from between her lips.

Some thirty minutes later, my arm loosely around her shoulders, Julie stirred as we entered the promised turbulence, "Where are we?" she mumbled sleepily as the plane shook like a wet spaniel and once again she grabbed my hand tightly. This time I was determined not to let it go.

"Oh, about halfway between here and there, nearer there actually."

"Okay." She sighed and promptly nuzzled back into my shoulder, "Mmm, nice comfy pillow, sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all." Unthinkingly, I pressed my lips softly to her slender neck. She smelled of vanilla.

"Hey! I'm married, remember?"

I laughed quietly, "Since when has kissing a neck been grounds for divorce?"

"It leads to other things, as you well know."

"I do know. So do I have permission to continue? I quite like the other things!"

Julie removed my other hand which had subconsciously strayed to her lower thigh, "Go back to your book, mister."

"It's boring compared to the company I have."

"Too bad." All the same she snuggled in to me even closer.

Before she fell asleep again, I mentioned the wink from Sara.

"I told you she doesn't waste any time, Tom."

I didn't reply. Straining at my pants, Little Tom was telling me he wanted to fuck, he'd had little vaginal exercise of late. I wondered which of the two sisters would oblige him.

I must have drifted off too because the next thing I remember was a voice offering afternoon tea, we were about an hour out from Bridgetown. Julie roused from my shoulder which had now gone numb, and headed for the toilet as soon as the vacant sign flashed up. She had hardly disappeared when her sister flopped down into her seat beside me, her pert breasts jutting invitingly forward, "Hi, I'm Sara."

"Hello, I'm Tom," I grinned, taking the proffered hand and gallantly kissing the tip of her fingers, the nails were painted orange. I eyed up her slender body. She was of average height and displayed the upper half of two very well tanned breasts, inches from my face. I sensed she wouldn't have objected at all if I had nibbled at the clear outline of the two prominent nipples. This woman was sex on legs. I was to hear later that at that moment she was highly turned on from her conversation with her male neighbour. I wondered if I was the insurance.

I nodded in the direction of the toilets, "I have been hearing all about you from your sister."

She grinned, displaying a neat row of dazzling teeth, they must run in the family.

"All bad I trust?"

I smiled back at her in my most seductive manner, still holding on to her fingers, "Absolutely."

"That's good, I hate people to get the wrong impression of me!" She looked at the magazine on my lap, fortunately I was currently without erection, "So, you're on this tour too?"

I nodded.

"Hibiscus Beach Resort?"

"Yep," I continued nodding, with my most suggestive smile.

"Cool! You with anyone? Apart from chatting up my beautiful sister of course? You know it's dodgy sleeping with married women on holiday, don't you?" With the emphasis on the married.

"Nope, travelling alone for this one."

Her eyes widened, "Mmm, even cooler. Perhaps you and I can team up for the cricket, or something?" 

"I am here principally for the cricket, but the 'something' sounds interesting!"

Before she could reply to that, she looked over her shoulder, Julie was returning with a grim smile on her face. With apparent reluctance, she withdrew her hand, "I look forward to seeing you at the hotel."

"Hey you, out of my seat." She pulled at Sara's arm, "You sure don't waste any time do you, darling?"

Sara grinned at her, then at me, "Not so bad yourself, Sis."

"Sorry about that, Tom," Julie settled back into her seat. Her sister's tight round ass receded from view and for a fleeting moment I wondered when she had last had a stiff cock exploring that fascinating territory. The offer was clearly open for me to get to see more of her. What I had seen so far was enticing to say the least.

"No problem, thank you for rescuing me."

"Rescue? You didn't look as though you needed any help. I'm surprised you two haven't arranged a date? She had all of five minutes!"

"She was the perfect lady," I lied.

"Bollocks! If I wasn't here, my sister would have had you in that toilet with your pants off by now!"

I shook my head, lying to myself, "I know quality when I see it, that's why I'm buying you dinner tonight, in my favourite restaurant too, and not shagging your wanton sister."

"Thank you, Tom, and where may that be, if I may ask?"

"A place called Daphne's on the west coast, it's a branch of the one in Chelsea."

"Sounds nice Tom, but I think after a long day I think I shall want a quiet evening."

"No problem, we have eleven other nights."

"You don't give up easily do you? You sound as bad as my sister. And anyway I don't intend to be here for all of them. David on Antigua, remember?"

I nodded, "Please don't think I'm a sexaholic, Julie, It's just that haven't had a shag in weeks."

"Tom!"

"Sorry!"

She changed the subject.

"So what actually made you break up with your girlfriend?"

"We met another couple on holiday and…"

"You had sex with them?" she interrupted, grinning widely.

"Hey, slow down," I grinned. "And no, we didn't. We sort of watched them."

"What do you mean, watched them?"

I looked over my shoulder to make sure we weren't overheard by anyone queuing for the toilets.

"We were on the beach in Marbella and this couple were lying in the sun having a heavy grope."

Julie sat bolt upright, now fully interested, "How much of a grope?"

"Well, I would say pretty intimate, they were both snogging and wriggling on each other's hand."

"Nice, I had a boyfriend that liked to do that in a field. With the sun on our backs it was lovely and sexy."

"Did you fuck?"

"What do you think? Of course we did!" Julie grabbed my arm tightly, "So tell me about this couple then, I shouldn't really tell you, but this sort of thing turns me on."

I reflected that events were moving along very nicely thank you, sex-talk more often than not leads to the real thing.

"They were only a few feet away, and he looked up and caught me staring at them. I apologised but she totally surprised us by taking her hand away and exposing his cock."

"Wow, exhibitionists!"

"Well, I think the girl felt a little at ease as she could see I was aroused too. They must have guessed that Rachel and I were down there for the same thing ourselves! Like you in that field, we both loved outdoor sex."

Julie wriggled in her seat, I wondered if she was getting wet. "Cool. What happened? Did anyone else see?"

"No, they had a screen behind them so we were the only ones that could see what they were up to, she was quite blatantly stroking him in front of us."

"Bloody hell, you had sex with them, of course?"

"No, we didn't. I was so turned on I really wanted to, but unfortunately Rachel was a little too shy to do that in the open. She did open my zip though, and give me a bit of a rub, but inside my pants."

"And this girl actually kept on wanking her bloke while you watched?"

"Yes, they were doing each other, they were encouraged because they could see we were horny too. They must have been doing it for a while because in no time she jerked him off all over the sand."

"Wow! Tom, that's so rude! You have had a charmed life."

"Then they turned over and went to sleep, and we hurried back to our room for you-know-what!"

"Bet it was a good shag!"

"It was." My cock hardened at the memory of taking Rachel from behind over the balcony rail and our giggling as my cum dribbled out of her pussy on to the balcony below. I thought this detail a little too premature to share with Julie.

"And you and Rachel split up because of seeing that couple? No way."

"No, of course not. It's what happened later on that did it. All the time Alison, she was called, was playing with her boyfriend, her eyes were locked on mine and I just knew there was a spark there."

"I know the feeling, instant lust, just like me and David when we first met."

"Yep. Lust happens. You never know where it will strike next!" I raised one eyebrow.

She laughed and punched my arm, "So, what happened? I assume there's more to this story?"

"Yes, very much so," I grinned. "Alison and Michael were flying home the next day and, when our partners weren't looking, Ali and I swapped phone numbers."

"So you met up with her in secret?"

I nodded, "Soon after we got back, we met for coffee on our lunch break."

"And?" Julie wriggled in her seat with anticipation.

"The attraction was definitely still there. After a few drinks it did turn to lust and we both took the afternoon off and hit the nearest hotel."

"Lovely, I wish I had the courage to do that. Was it a one-night stand?"

"No, that was the problem, it went on for several weeks, the sex between us was rather special."

"And of course Rachel found out, or did you tell her?"

"Neither. It was quite comical really, because all the time I was secretly meeting Ali, Rachel was having a clandestine affair with the boyfriend."

Julie's jaw dropped, "Oh my God! So in a way you did swap?"

"I guess so, but unknowingly. It was the first time we had cheated on each other and knew then that it was time to quit."

Julie's eyes examined my face, "Her loss I would say, Tom."

"Thank you."

"You know what? James and I often talked about freshening up our marriage by doing something like that."

"What, being unfaithful? I could definitely help you with that! What are you doing tonight?"

"No, silly. I meant by meeting another couple and having some fun with them. You know, all together in the bedroom."

"So why didn't you? I can highly recommend it, even though it didn't happen with Ali and Michael."

"We didn't know anyone who would be like that and were frightened to ask our friends. We did try advertising on some adult website but with no response. Not serious ones anyway, just loads of single men."

"Perhaps your husband should have come along on this trip, we could all have teamed up with your sister."

"Interesting thought Tom, but that wouldn't have worked. Besides, he has already been with Sara, and don't say anything because she doesn't know that I know about it."

"Okay, I only suggested it because it's more fun in the tropics," I looked at her pointedly, "I think the hot weather and being on vacation loosens the sexual restraints."

Julie blinked at me innocently, "Oh, really?" During this conversation our hands had involuntarily wandered to each other's thigh. We snatched them away as a passenger passed by our seats.

"So what are your plans, Julie, apart from seeing this David fellow? Do you still fancy him?"

"I'm not sure, I will only know when I see him again. He might still be married for all I know. It was two years ago now, and things weren't too good then."

"Unmarried men are much safer," I smiled, again patting her thigh.

"But far more demanding, Tom."

"Ah, you noticed!"

By now I was hard as hell in my pants and suddenly I didn't care if she noticed it, but she had quickly fallen asleep again. I adjusted my erection so as not to alarm a passing stewardess and returned to my reading. Reaching the end of a chapter, I put down the book, closed my eyes and wondered where I would next ejaculate, into my hand or maybe, if I was getting the right signals, deep inside that of my female companion.

It was early afternoon local time when we landed at Grantley Adams International Airport and, being at the rear of the plane, we were last to disembark. Julie quickly teamed up with her sister, not before promising to meet up the next morning over breakfast. The first of the two cricket matches was still two days away.

As it happened I didn't have to wait for breakfast, we bumped into each other in the wait for our luggage, and she confided in me, "You won't believe this, my sister has found someone even before customs!" She pointed across the empty revolving carousel.

I grabbed her arm, looking over her shoulder, "You mean that guy in the red shirt, the one next to the blonde in a pony tail."

She nodded, "Yes, both of them!"

"What?"

"It's the couple she was sat next to in the plane. I forgot to tell you she's bisexual, Tom, just like your girlfriend." She gave me a sly grin, "Perhaps you should have brought Rachel along after all! You could have both scored with her."

"You were right, she certainly doesn't waste any time."

"Yep, you missed your chance there, buddy!"

"I don't think so." I gently turned her head to mine and lightly kissed her forehead, "The offer's still on, by the way."

Julie leaned forward, prolonging the intimate contact, her breasts pressed to my chest. She looked thoughtful as we waited for our cases. Sara caught our eyes and waved, then pointed at the two of us as if to endorse my offer. Julie gave her the finger and her sister laughed and blew her a kiss in reply.

In the taxi I pointed out several landmarks on the short journey to our modern hotel.

"Welcome to Barbados, Julie, the island of sun, cricket and sex."

She took my hand, "In that order?"

I laughed, "The locals think so, but my version is a little different."

She squeezed my hand suggestively, "I can guess which you put first!"

We checked in at the hotel, and while waiting for my plastic key, she tapped me on my shoulder, grinning mischieviously.

"I've changed my mind about that dinner," she looked at her key folder, "I'm in room 1015, call me at 7:30? Assuming the offer is still on?"

I grinned, "What do you think?"

We headed for our rooms, mine was 1045, a few doors along the same corridor, not too far if a state of emergency of a sexual nature occurred. We were silent in the elevator, both aware of the increasing sexual energy between us.

Inserting her key, she waved, "See you later, Tom," and blew me a soft kiss.

I nodded, "I'll be ready for you."

So will I, thought Little Tom, stirring in my pants. It was two years since he'd had any nookie in the Caribbean. He was about to get more than he expected. A lot more.

To be continued

© Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 02



Previously on Lost (ha ha!): Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner, Julie. Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, the unhappily married woman was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previous lover on an adjoining island. 

Meantime, Sara, although making it obvious she was interested in me, had hitched up with a married couple, so I had invited the attractive Julie to dinner on our first night in the hope that things might develop sexually between us. Our conversation on the flight out had been of a highly erotic nature.

We had arranged to meet in reception. 

2. Dinner for Two

After checking in and agreeing a time to meet, we had looked around for Julie's sister. There was no sign, we'd both laughingly assumed she had accompanied the married couple to their own hotel.

With time to lose, I partially unpacked, changed into shorts and a white tee shirt (England Cricket logo of course!) and headed downstairs to explore the hotel and its beach. 

Although I had frequented Barbados on many occasions, both as Naval Officer and as a tourist, this was my first stay on the popular south coast. My tour ended at the bar with a welcome glass of Banks, the award-winning local beverage. Immediately, I was amused, and indeed a little envious, when I spotted Sara sat with the couple she had apparently seduced on the plane. Also in their early twenties, they were both incredibly attractive and, from their body movements, it was clear that their conversation was of a highly intimate nature, the woman's hand resting at a very intimate position high on Sara's thigh. I would have given a few dollars to be a fly on their bedroom wall this coming night. 

The young man had his eyes glues to Sara's breasts, now even more revealed than they were on the plane. I didn't blame him! Sara caught my eye and grinned. I gave her the thumbs-up.

At 7:29 prompt I phoned Julie's room from the bar, hoping for an invitation to her room.

"Hi Tom, nearly ready, see you in reception, five minutes." I sighed, the evening was young.

I had changed into black chinos and red short-sleeved shirt, my bare feet covered by a pair of suede sneakers. If I thought for a moment I was overdressed I was to be proved wrong when my date arrived. Julie had tied her hair back in twin ponytails accentuating her swan-like neck. A floral deep-cut blouse emphasised her ample breasts and her slim thighs were fully covered with a bright yellow pleated skirt. She too was barefoot in a pair of leather sandals.

She kissed me on the cheek, "So, Tom, where is this Daphne place?"

I kissed her back, a little longer and closer to the lips than was truly polite, but she raised no objection, "I have a taxi waiting, come on, I will show you. It's about twenty minutes away."

We entered the frantically busy Bridgetown, passing by the replica of Nelson's Monument and the old harbour. Barbados, more than any other Caribbean island has retained a huge amount of its British heritage. No wonder BA and Virgin have full flights there every day of the week. In silence, Julie stared goggle-eyed as we passed beach after beach, the breaking waves glittering silver in the soft moonlight.

Daphne's lies on the west coast near to the famous Sandy Lane Hotel and specializes, as per its parent restaurant back home, in scrumptious Italian food. The stunningly sexy Barbadian girl on reception asked for my name.

"Sorry sir, I can't find any Graham, and we are fully booked tonight."

After admiring the stunning venue and gazing at the menu on the wall, Julie looked downcast. 

"Will you check again please? I booked several weeks ago."

Julie glanced at me in surprise but the receptionist looked relieved, "That explains it sir, you will be in the other book. Ah, here it is, Table 7 by the water. It's not quite ready, would you like to wait in the bar?"

"Do you like lager?" I asked Julie when we sank together into a huge sofa in amongst the indoor palms.

"Yes please," she replied, fanning her face with the menu, wafting Chloe in my face, "I'm so hot."

I laughed, "I knew that the moment I first saw you!"

She punched me lightly in the ribs and I ordered two Banks from the waiter.

"Cheers." We tapped glasses. "Here's to…" I paused, raising my eyebrows.

"Whatever," she replied.

"…Frustrated married women?"

She giggled, "Stop it, Tom."

"So Julie, what made you change your mind about coming out tonight?"

"Well," she took a long gulp of the ice-cold golden liquid, "Mmm, this is good! Is there nothing that's not perfect on this island?"

"Including present company, I doubt it! So why then?" 

Julie toyed with the condensation on her glass, "It was obvious that Sara was going to be gone all night and, although I do like my own space, I didn't fancy being on my own in a strange hotel. So here I am. Oh yes, and another thing, I liked the way you didn't persist. Well, not too much anyway."

"Thank you."

"On top of that, I have always been a little jealous of my sister."

"Why she should have all the fun?"

"Exactly." Little Tom, until now dormant in my pants, wondered how much fun she was considering.

The waiter escorted us to our table, perched right at the edge of the beach, the waves breaking barely an arm's length away, a welcome cooling mist of spray in the air.

"Now you know why I booked early," She thrust her breasts forward as I took her jacket and hung it over her chair.

"So who did you plan to bring here before you met me then?" she asked with a sly look, smoothing down her blouse.

"Nobody in particular," I grinned, my eyes focused on her newly exposed cleavage, "But I was a boy scout once."

"Always be prepared," she quoted softly. "By the way, my eyes are up here!"

I looked up at her face, her expression was innocent and vulnerable.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Tom, but I intend to enjoy this evening."

"To hell with your husband for a few hours?"

"Fuck my husband. Don't even mention him tonight."

"We'll let that Aleysha do that shall we?" I smiled. "She sounds Asian."

"She is. Nepalese apparently, and sickeningly gorgeous. I can see why James fell for her. Bitch!"

Julie gazed out at the beach and the crescent moon hanging on its back, "This is heaven, Tom, thank you so much. Do you know, in eight years of marriage James has never done this?"

I stared over my wine glass in amazement, "What, never taken you out to dinner?"

"Oh, he's done that, silly, those were good times because he usually had carnal intentions in mind. I meant somewhere romantic and tropical like this."

Julie looked out to sea, her eyes had misted over with tears. I reached across the table and took her hand.

"Julie, perhaps over the next few days I can show you more of what you have been missing?"

She smiled and lightly stroked the back of my hand, "That would be nice, Tom. But no bed bits…"

She stared at me for a long silent moment, her breasts heaving, "… not yet anyway."

"That's okay, and who said anything about a bed, there's always the beach!" I nodded towards the inviting sands.

She quickly withdrew her hand and broke her pretty face into a frown, "Hey mister, I have no intention of sleeping with you tonight."

I looked into her eyes, "Julie, there is nothing more I want from this evening than to enjoy your company, I had no intention of asking that question."

She sighed, "Thank you Tom, I just didn't want you to get the wrong impression, that's all."

"There was nothing further from my mind," I lied. In truth I desperately wanted to fuck this gorgeous woman!

"Besides," I grinned, "We have eleven more nights, and if after that you don't fancy me I shall have to revise my seduction technique!"

"Deal!"

"And if you must know, sleeping was the last thing on my mind, the evening is too beautiful for that!"

She had to agree, the delicious Californian Chablis, the moonlit sea, the hiss of the waves on the sand and the tropical air made for the most romantic occasion. Most women I knew would shed their knickers in a flash for this scenario. I should know, several had!

"I didn't say I didn't fancy you, Tom. It's just that I'm married. I don't have the type of relationship that you had with your girl friend Rachel."

"I understand, but I will tell you this. I have no intention of looking for any other women on this holiday, not even if your sister jumps on me!" In less than 24 hours that prophecy turned out to be false!

"That's sweet, but please don't hold back on my behalf, you have seeds to sow, you should go sow them."

"Talking of Sara, have you spoken to her?"

"Nope. She went off with that couple, luggage and all. I don't mind, I have the room all to myself now." 

Not for long, I hoped! "I saw her canoodling in the bar with them."

"Oh, so that couple must be staying at the same hotel as us then?"

"I guess so." At least someone would be getting some nookie in the building!

"If their room is anything like mine, three of them will be awfully cramped. What's yours like, Tom?"

"Not bad. Got a balcony facing the sea. Show you later if you like!"

"Yeah, sure!"

"I paid extra for a deluxe studio, it has an extra sofa bed."

"And now knowing your amorous intentions why on earth would you want a spare bed?"

I replied in a flash, "For you of course! Just in case your sister returned, with or without escort, and you could no longer stand her company."

"You think of everything don't you!"

"Of course I do. Oh, and I forgot, the main bed is wider in the deluxe rooms."

"Oh silly me, why didn't I think of that!"

We had finished our starter of flying fish on a bed of warm salad and I ordered a second bottle of wine. I toasted her with the remains of the first one.

"To this evening, Julie, thank you for being here. The most pleasant way to end a long journey. Well, almost." I added with a wink.

She giggled, the wine slowly making nonsense of her marital vows, "I am enjoying this too, you know."

"I have something important to say to you and please don't get me wrong." 

"Go on then, I bet it's something to do with sex."

I laughed, "We men are so misjudged!"

"And quite rightly so."

"What I was going to say was, in the very remote chance that sometime on this trip you should want some horizontal company, I will be thrilled to oblige. And it wouldn't be a one-night stand either."

"That's very kind of you, Tom," she giggled, "How do you know I don't like it standing up?" Now the wine was really talking! Beneath the table my cock hardened at the memory of the stand up sex in the shower with my wealthy client Kamile (Read The Turk)

"Your favourite position I would assume?"

She laughed, "Wouldn't you just like to know, mister! But all distant memories I'm afraid. Since we are on the subject, what's the most romantic place you ever made love?"

I thought for a moment and then remembered that horny evening on an island not far from here, "Two years ago on Young Island. She was called Susan, we had sex in a hammock in the moonlight on the beach."

"Oh God, that sounds so beautiful, I have never done anything like that."

I grinned and nodded my head pointedly beyond the lights of the restaurant. "I can supply the beach, but not the hammocks I'm afraid."

"Stop it Tom, don't you ever give up?"

"Wouldn't you be less flattered if I didn't try?"

She sighed and shook her head, "You know the answer to that."

"So, your turn."





Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 02



"What did you say?"

"It's not what I said, it's what I did. I still swear to this day he had an erection and he was fully aware what I was doing under the desk. I so wanted him to ask to see my pussy. I was that naïve."

She paused, breathing heavily and, although I already knew what was coming, I asked her what she did to get so embarrassed.

"I grabbed him, Tom. I grabbed his cock. I shall never forget the expression on his face."

"Wow."

"Fortunately for both of us his body blocked the view from the other girls." 

"Describe it, his face I mean, I know what mine will be." I put up my hands in mock apology, "Sorry, would have been."

She smiled at the suggestion, "It was a mixture of lust and shock. To make it worse I orgasmed at the same time, and he knew it!"

"Shit, that really was embarrassing!"

"Huh, that was only half of it. He pushed my hand away, put his own down there and turned to the class and asked if anyone else wanted a feel, because first he would have to get permission from his wife."

"Oh dear."

"Exactly. I nearly died. I ran to the restroom, I could hear them all laughing. When I looked in the mirror I was bright red."

"Did he do anything about it? You could have been expelled."

"No, thank God. Next day he carried on as if nothing had happened, but all the girls kept asking me what his cock felt like! I was quite the celebrity."

"I bet! I imagine it was a good orgasm too?"

"Oh yes, the best, I thought about him a lot after that."

"His bulge of course."

"Oh yes." She gently kissed my ear, I shivered at the moist touch of her lips. "Now yours, Tom."

I grinned, "My bulge?"

"No, silly, your story."

"Okay, but not here, it's getting crowded." Yet another couple had arrived to see what the appeal was, as if the sea was not always there! "Let's get the check and go down to the beach, there's a chair still out over there."

The soft covers had been stored away, but even without them the plastic beach chairs were comfortable enough. Treading barefoot on the warm sand brought back many pleasant memories. My cock twitched when I remembered my last fuck on a Caribbean beach, with the dirty Goth girl, Sooline. (24 Hours).

Julie and I sat cuddled side by side on the lone chair and she took my hand, "So?"

I grinned and looked down at her legs, her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh, she made no attempt to adjust it. If she studied my groin now she could not avoid noticing my prominent erection. I made no attempt to hide it, she must know how I felt. It was secluded enough to fuck here, I thought.

"So what?"

"You were going to tell me about the naughty thing you did that I would find unbelievable."

I stroked her delicate fingers, "Okay, but you still won't believe me."

"Try me."

"I once slept with three women."

"Lucky boy. One after the other?"

I shook my head, "All together!"

"That is unbelievable, two women is every man's fantasy. But three? No way Jose!"

I looked her in the eyes, "Well, it's absolutely true. But it did happen by accident."

"Go on, I'm intrigued. I don't believe you, but I want to hear." She rested her free hand low down on my thigh, I took that as a hint to explore the bare pale skin of hers, and not so low either! She looked down at the contact but made no move to stop my soft circular caressing of her smooth skin.

"It was New Year's before last and there were three women I was acquainted with who decided to get together for some girly fun. I had already planned to go out with one of them, Lisa, so they decided as it was a holiday to let me in on the fun."

"So they were all bisexual, like my sister?"

"Well, there was my very first ever lover Carol who was already having sex with my recent girlfriend Rachel, and that night they introduced the delights of girlie fun to my Lisa, my girl of the moment who used to work for Virgin."

"So you had sex with all of them? Where do you find the stamina, Tom?"

I laughed, "Ah, you flatter me. To be honest, I was with Carol most of the time while the other two got it on in the other room."

Julie shook her head, "I must be missing out here, my best friend Katie is bisexual and having the time of her life, everyone seems to be at it, except me!"

"You should try it sometime, maybe I could even introduce you to Rachel? You would love sex with her, she's wild when she gets going!"

"Bloody hell, Tom, sex of any sort would be welcome right now, and no…" she pushed my hand away which had been creeping higher up into forbidden territory, "… that is definitely not an invitation."

She smiled at my exaggerated look of disappointment, "But I wouldn't say no to another kiss."

I felt her melt in my arms as our hot lips engaged and once again our eager tongues explored each other's mouth. For a full minute we snogged hungrily, our tongues meeting in unleashed passion. Julie retreated when my hand discovered the underside of a partly-cladded breast.

"Fucking hell, Tom, I haven't been kissed like this in ages."

"More?"

Her eyes misted over, she nodded, and this time I pulled her to her feet and held her close enough for her to feel my erection against her belly. As we lost ourselves in another passionate embrace, I reached under her top to her warm stomach, moving upward to caress her scantily covered breasts. An erect nipple pressed urgently against my palm. Julie shivered as she rubbed her belly against my erect cock.

"Cold?" I asked, a slight chill in the air, but I knew the answer, this woman was fully on heat. It was just a case of where we would fuck, rather than when.

She shook her head.

"What then," I pressed, kissing her deeply, I wanted the answer from her lips.

She backed away, breathing heavily, and stared down at my erection. A damp spot declared my desire for her. I wondered how wet she might be. "I think you know, Tom."

I nodded, and started to unbutton her blouse, but she pushed my hand away.

She shook her head slowly, "Not here, Tom." She turned away from me, towards the sea. "And anyway this is wrong, much as I want to have sex with you, I can't do it. Not yet anyway."

I held out my hands wide, "We were only kissing, Julie, a little bit of tongue doesn't do any harm."

She laughed, "Don't you believe it! Isn't there an old saying, if a girl lets a man's tongue into her mouth its an agreement to let something else bigger inside her somewhere else?"

I thought back to all the women I had French kissed and had to agree with her, I had got most of them into bed soon after kissing!

Julie moved away from me, smoothing down her skirt and suddenly assured of herself, "Come on Tom, I think it's time you took me home. Hotel I mean."

"No problem," my words belied my salacious thoughts, "I'll get the restaurant to call a taxi."

"And," she laughed, looking down at my pants, "You better sort that out before we get back in public!" I turned away, and sorted, but not in the way I would have liked.

While we were waiting the five minutes or so for the cab, we stood silently, holding hands, both of us aware it would only take a spark for us to move up to the delicious final level.

"I knew this would happen, Tom," she declared as we sat side by side in the taxi, the colourful lights of the hotels and cafes whizzing by in a blur.

I grinned at her in feigned innocence, "What, Julie?"

"That I would meet someone I fancy and not be able to do anything about it."

I took both of her hands in mine, kissed them softly and looked deeply into her eyes, "You have to do what you feel is right, Julie. Either follow your heart, or stick to those meaningless words you once spoke in church."

She smiled, "They didn't seem meaningless at the time. And anyway, it was Registry Office, we couldn't afford a white wedding. I was pregnant at the time."

"Accident?"

"Absolutely. We would never have got married otherwise." She sighed, "All pointless because I miscarried at five months."

We were silent as a mobile steel band passed by.

"Tom, just supposing, and this is purely hypothetical, supposing I slept with you, wouldn't that count as revenge on my husband for screwing around?"

"That's for you to decide for yourself, and on the plane you said you had already done that, with this David? If I was you, and of course I am not, I could be thinking that while he is having all the fun why shouldn't I have my share?"

"Don't you think I haven't thought of that? And anyway, as I said, it's all hypothetical, you may be all talk and not fancy me anyway." She tried to hide a smirk.

Throwing caution to the wind, I took hold of her hand and, making sure the driver wasn't watching, placed it in my lap. My erection, although adjusted, had refused to subside. "If I don't fancy you, then what the hell does this mean?"

For a moment she froze as she felt the heat of my erect cock through my chinos, then she uttered the one appropriate word, "Fuck!" But she didn't remove her hand! Instead, her fingers curled lightly around the bulge. "Fuck," she repeated, "You're huge!"

"I thought you felt this earlier on the beach?"

She grinned, squeezing a little more firmly, "I did, but we were kissing then, what you had was a natural reaction. All guys get seem to get hard when they kiss. At least they used to with me."

"I make no secret of the fact that I want you, Julie."

She patted my erection, then withdrew her hand, "And if I'm honest, I want you too. But not tonight, Tom. I need to sort my mind out first."

Sex with this delightful married woman was definitely on the horizon, so I decided not to push my luck any further tonight. My hand would give my cock the exercise it desired for the time being. And there was always her sister Sara, I could not forget the invitation in her eyes on the plane.

We passed back through Bridgetown, the cruise ships had long gone on their way to another grateful island's economy, and the lights of the airport twinkled to the east as we approached our hotel.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Tom. I really enjoyed being with you, I hope I haven't disappointed you?"

"Don't be silly, I enjoyed your company too. Besides, I don't believe in sex on the first date, not since I was in my teens anyway."

"Oh? That's nice to know. You do come from a rare breed."

I looked at my watch, then grinned, "Next date in an hour then? By then it will be tomorrow!"

She punched me on the shoulder and kissed my cheek, "Nite-nite, Tom, see you by the pool as we arranged?"

"Sure." I watched her depart, her tight ass moving delightfully beneath the flowing skirt. She knew I was watching when she turned her head and waved. I headed for the bar, in the remote chance of some lonely pussy requiring late night attention. There were no females present accompanied or otherwise, and definitely no sign of Julie's randy sister and her married dates.

Reluctantly alone in my room, I showered and masturbated gently in the shower, wondering if my married friend was doing the same. For some idiotic reason I wanted to save my sperm for her, even if it took days. I knew from her body language she wanted nothing more than to be naked with me and cavorting beneath the sheets. I guess I had to respect her limited morals and be patient.

In the large bed, I fell asleep instantly with my hand gripping my hard cock, wishing it was hers.

The red digits on the TV informed me it was 2:55 a.m. when my bedside phone rang. Even in my semi-conscious state I discerned the caller could only be reception or my lover-to-be.

"Mmm?"

Of course it was the latter.

"It's me."

"Hello, Julie, what's up?"

At her next words I sat bolt upright, my head clearing instantly, Little Tom saying 'Yes!'

"Tom, I can't sleep."

To be continued.

© Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 03



My story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner Julie.

Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, Julie was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previous lover on an adjoining island. Meantime Sara, although making it obvious she was interested in me, had hitched up with a married couple and I had taken her attractive married sister to dinner on our first night in the hope that things might develop sexually between us. Our conversation over the delightful meal in romantic surroundings had, after two bottles of Californian Chablis, descended to a sexual level. We both agreed that we should have sex, but at a later stage when Julie had come to terms with her marital morals.

We were sharing the same hotel and had arranged to meet by the pool for breakfast, but in the middle of the night, the telephone beside my bed rang softly, the highly erotic conversations with Julie had kept me from sleeping deeply. I had tried masturbating without success, with my new married friend I wanted the real thing. It was about to happen much sooner than either of us had planned. 

3. Sex for Two

Hibiscus Beach Club, Barbados 2:55 a.m. (GMT-4)

"Mmm?" I had muttered sleepily into the mouthpiece.

Of course it was Julie.

"It's me."

"Hello, Julie, what's up?"

At her next words I sat bolt upright, my head clearing instantly, my cock saying 'Yes!'

"Tom, I can't sleep."

I laughed softly, "Nor me, I wonder why?"

I heard her sigh softly into the phone, "I want to talk, Tom."

I switched on the bedside light, looked again at the time, and frowned, "Go on then, I am a good listener."

"No, I meant face to face. I've just come off the phone to my husband."

Instantly awake, I leapt out of bed, searching for something to wear.





Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 03



"Obviously your husband couldn't either. He must feel something for you if he is going to come here."

"Don't worry, he wasn't serious, a quick blowjob from his slut will soon change his mind. I think he will actually be glad now that it's in the open and we have time apart to consider our next step."

I slid two fingers into the total wetness that was the cunt of a frustrated married woman. She squealed with delight.

"I want to fuck you," I declared, knowing those were the words she wanted to hear.

She grinned and lowered her head to my groin, "I know you do, but first I want to taste you, it seems ages since I had a cock in my mouth."

"Be my guest," I replied, settling back on the pillows, "But only if I get to fuck you afterwards."

"Don't worry darling, that's why you are here in my bed. Now shut up and enjoy."

Shut up I did, and enjoy I did even more. The only noise was her comments about my girth accompanied by the occasional satisfied groans from myself. Julia wasn't the best sucker of cocks that I have known, my married school-time friend and first ever lover Carol is the queen of blowjobs, but she made up for it with her enthusiasm. She sucked like a Hoover and as if her life depended upon it. Meanwhile I softly finger-fucked her pussy in time with her mouth, and she squealed with delight.

When I told her I was getting close she pulled away, her breasts heaving under her tee-shirt. I leaned forward and pulled the unwanted garment over her head. Two well-developed breasts came into view, her nipples were small but intensely hard. I gave one of them a casual lick.

"I want you to cum in me, Tom, so please fuck me."

"You sure?"

"Positive, I am safe, and I have a feeling that you are too. I so want that feeling again, it's been ages since a man gave me his spunk. I want yours."

As I leaned forward to penetrate her I kissed her hard on the lips, and her tongue immediately shot into my mouth.

"What about your husband? He's obviously been putting it about a bit."

"I wouldn't let him touch me without a condom. I knew about his philandering and pretended I wasn't on the pill at the time. So come on, please put this nice cock in me, it's ages since I had a new one."

Those words music to my ears, I pushed her back down on the bed as we laughed and pawed at each other, slowly getting lost in our very first prolonged deep kiss, our tongues lashing together in total passion. Our urgency belied the fact that we now had the rest of the 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.

Very soon we were both panting with sheer lust for each other, and the only item of clothing remaining were my blue boxers from which protruded my dripping cock.

I smiled down at her, "Before we fuck, there is something I need to do."

"What?" she grinned, guessing my intent.

"My motto is 'nice-girls-cum first', so enjoy."

She moaned softly in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

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 brunette, were trimmed into a small dense triangle, the pubis also lined with fine brown hair. Her lips, clearly 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 Julie 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 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.

"This is so nice, Tom, but I really want you to fuck me."

I leaned up and kissed her gently on the mouth, "Patience, darling, just lie back and enjoy."

She licked her lips, "Mmm, you taste of me."

Fingering her gently I asked if she liked the taste.

"It has to do, it's all I get these days," she replied in a whisper.

Before returning to the paradise between her legs I wondered if she had ever tasted pussy other than her own. I tortured her clitoris with soft circles of wet tonguing, and 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, urgently seeking that first explosive orgasm. 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. 

Julie 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, so that I could fuck her. 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. 

Julie shivered as, sweating freely, we both relaxed back on the pillows. With a gleam in her eye she crawled across my body, pulled down my boxers and reached for my cock.

"Come here mister, I want you inside me now!"

I grinned, "See something you want, miss?"

The greed showed in her eyes, "Yes", she hissed, grabbing my erection, "I want this hard fucking cock in my cunt right now and I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before."

Urged on by her dirty language I asked with equal vulgarity how long it had been since she had a stiff cock fucking her tight little cunt.

She paused to think, "About six months, Tom, nothing sensational either, it was my husband. This is going to be really special, so come on, fuck me please, my pussy is so ready for you."

Rolling on to her back, she pulled me up to her, between her open legs, her swollen pussy glistening in anticipation in the moonlight steaming through the partly open shutters. 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 night for you mister dick, ever since I felt you in the taxi."

"He was hard for you five minutes after we met on the plane."

She laughed, "Why doesn't that surprise me? That long? I did wonder why that magazine was on your lap so much!"

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. Her whole body trembled as I slipped effortlessly inside her. 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 and randy as Julie was at this moment. To say that she was up for it was truly the understatement of the year. The desire was literally soaking her, fortunately she was drier deeper inside, and I was able to achieve some friction around the head of my cock.

So I made love to this delightful randy married 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. Julie 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 the door and I chose the moment to suck on her engorged nipples, not really as large as acorns, more like swollen currants, and a similar colour. I wondered if her sister in her frustrated state was contemplating joining us. But there was no further sound.

"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, "Fuck me doggy, Tom, it's my favourite." She 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, causing 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. Julie 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.

For a moment, close to orgasm, I stopped to catch my breath, ready for the big moment.

"Why have you stopped? Please fuck me."

"Where would you like me to cum, Julie?"

"I said before, in my pussy please, put your hot spunk in me, really deep."

Breathing heavily, more turned on than ever by her words, I replied, "You sure? You realise that by letting me cum in you, you will really will be cheating on your husband?"

Julie, I sensed, was far beyond the point of caring, "Fuck him!"

I laughed, "I thought Aleysha was doing that?"

For a reply Julie pushed back hard against me and I resumed fucking her in earnest.

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 once again 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. Not that I've had much to judge by in recent times," she added with a grin.

"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 now," 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. I think you caught me at my most fertile moment!"

"It's a bit late, but we didn't think about protection did we?" I reached for my boxers to show her the outline of the rubber I had earlier placed in the pocket.

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, I haven't done it bareback since splitting up with Rachel."

"I have been waiting so long to do that 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. "If it helps, both Rachel and I got tested regularly."

She looked at me seriously, "From what you have told me, you both must have got to fuck a lot of people then?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Not really, it's just nice to know that protection wasn't always necessary when either of us wanted to have a bit of fun. In fact, neither of us had been with anyone else since last summer and that was with a young American couple I had previously met with an ex girlfriend."

"Wow, you swapped partners with them too?"

I nodded.

"And made love with them?"

I grinned, recalling the moment that Rachel and I had stumbled upon Alan and Denise fucking in the dark on a Floridian beach.

"My God, as I told you on the plane, I've heard of people that do that, swingers isn't it? But I never met anyone who actually did it."

"Do I sense a note of disapproval?"

Kissing me on the nose, she wriggled on my cock, keeping me firmly inside her.

"No, silly. More like regret." She looked wistfully at the ceiling.

"Do I sense a missed opportunity?"

She nodded, "I think so."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"It was about a year after James and I got married when my cousin Rita and her boyfriend came to stay with us. Over dinner she was flirting quite openly with him, showing off. We had always been very competitive when it came to pulling lads, and once when I was going through a lean spell she lent me one of her boyfriends."

"Lucky guy," I laughed, moving very slowly inside her soaking hole.

"God, that feels so nice, Tom. I love fucking so much. I've really missed it."

"I noticed. Nothing beats a frustrated married woman! So tell me about your cousin."

"Well, we had all got a little drunk and in the bathroom Rita and I talked about the old times and how much we used to enjoy sex. Then she surprised me by telling me that she had always fancied James and I retaliated by saying that I thought her boyfriend was dishy and the thought of him having sex with her in the next bedroom would turn me on."

"I've done that, heard another couple having sex in the next room in a hotel, real turn-on."

"Yes, me too. She then shocked me by saying I could borrow him if I liked if she could sleep with my husband."

"Spontaneous swapping, that can be so cool, what did you say?"

"I was a bit shocked and like a fool, I said nothing, she caught me off guard. All the same, the thought had got me wet and I grabbed James and we went off to bed. When we heard sounds of passion through the wall I told James what she suggested but he wouldn't go for it, he fancied her okay and said he would like to fuck her, but he wouldn't agree to me to having my share of the fun. Bastard! You know what? He wasn't even turned on by hearing them fucking, he covered his ears!"

"Did you masturbate?"

"You bet I did! Next morning, at breakfast I had a quick feel of the boyfriend's cock. He suggested meeting up somewhere for a secret shag, but at the time I was too scared to do anything like that."

"Considering your present situation, would you do it now?"

"Fucking right I would!" she reached down to stroke my sticky balls, "I mean, look at us two. We only met less than a day ago, and you have your cock in me already! And very nice too, if I may say so, Tom. Thank you."

"Shame you and your husband didn't go for it. If it had been me, I would have grabbed you and headed for their room like a shot. I have had group sex, Julie, and I cannot begin to describe what fun it is. I think it's fun sharing your partner."

She laughed, "I can imagine." Her eyes locked on mine, "Tom, do you ever watch porn?"

I grinned, "I'm a man, of course I do. In fact Rachel and I used to watch it together sometimes. It was great for our sex life. Why do you ask?"

"Would it seem strange if I told you that I watch it in secret? James doesn't know, he would freak out."

"Not at all, I've known many women who get off to hot movies. And as for James, it seems odd that he disapproves of porn but is happy to shag his mistress in secret. What sort of stuff do you watch? Lesbian?"

Julie blushed, "Sometimes. But I also like romantic sex, where couples flirt and have lots of foreplay and then make love, with lots of touching and kissing. I don't like the wham bang stuff."

"Me neither, sometimes the build-up can be more interesting than the sex act itself."

"Yeah, and what's with this cum-over-the-face business? I've always preferred it in my mouth or my pussy."

"I think it's just men trying to prove something, that's all. Do you really enjoy watching other couples have sex?"

She nodded, "Yes, I think I do. Is that weird?"

"Not at all, perhaps while we are here we can arrange for it to happen?"

"You mean prowl the beaches and play peeping-tom like you did?"

"Not really. We could simply meet up with another couple and have some fun with them, swinging couples are so easy to spot. This is an ideal place for it, people let go of their inhibitions in the heat and far away from home. Just like we just did, look how easily your sister hit on that couple, and we hadn't even arrived here yet!" I grinned at her.

My cock had slithered out of its wet haven and Julie reached down and grabbed it. "I know we just had sex, Tom, but I'm not so sure about fully swapping with another couple. But I do want to know what happened with that couple you met on the beach."

I smiled as I spread the cum leaking from her pussy on to her thigh, "Alan and Denise. We were staying at Vero Beach which is near Miami and were walking along the beach in the dark when we saw them lying on a towel half-hidden by some bushes."

"Is this the couple you told me about on the plane?"

"No, that was in Ibiza, and we only watched them masturbate. This was a few months later."

"Oh, okay, were they fucking?"

I laughed, "No, not at that stage, just kissing and touching. Rachel and I loved outdoor sex and were both horny anyway so we just sat down a reasonable distance away and started to snog ourselves, with one eye on the couple. They were aware of us too, so we didn't feel we were intruding on their privacy."





Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 03



Julie was stroking my slimy cock, making me hard again as I continued, "Then, just as it became obvious they were going to have full sex, we realised that they hadn't seen a group of people approaching from the other direction."  "Oh dear, what did they do?"

"They didn't, instead I coughed loudly. Alan looked up and I pointed to the approaching group. They immediately arranged their clothing and sat up as though admiring the view, not that there was any behind the trees!"

"I want you again," declared Julie, leaning forward and licking the sticky tip of my once-again hardening cock. "Tell me more while I lick you."

Julie curled up on her side and lowered her mouth over my cock, her tongue savouring the lingering after-cum still dribbling out of the end. I groaned as I was still sensitive after such a strong orgasm.

She lifted her head, a strand of cum trailing from her mouth, "So tell me then."

I was lost in the pleasure, my mind had wandered, "Tell you what?"

"About the couple on the beach."

"Oh yes. Alan and Denise. Well, once the people had gone he grinned at us and shouted thanks."

As Julie sucked on my stiffened cock I related how Rachel and I had got into conversation with the couple. They'd had a 6-pack of Coors with them and offered us a can each.

"At first they were a bit embarrassed but they warmed up considerably when I told them we were on the beach for the same reason they were."

My cock left her mouth with a plop, "So how come you had sex with them?"

"Well, all the time we were talking Denise had her hand inside Alan's pants and that turned Rachel on so much she grabbed hold of mine too, just like that couple in Ibiza. But this time Rachel was much more horny."

"Wow!"

"The atmosphere was highly charged, especially as we didn't know where this was headed, but when she released him from his pants we had a pretty good idea."

"I bet." Julie was squeezing the head of my cock, releasing some fuck juice. Seeing it, she greedily licked it up, and smacked her lips. "So what happened then?"

"Our girls went down on us."

"Fuck! Out in the open, just like that?"

"Yes, but Alan was worried we might get interrupted again, so we agreed to change location."

"Bedroom, I guess?"

"Yes." As Julie resumed her ministrations on my cock, I told her how, on the way back to the hotel, Rachel and I had discussed the possibility of the couple wanting to swap partners.

"What did she say?"

"Like me, she was very much up for it, she fancied Paul as much as I had the hots for his girlfriend. When we got to their room, for a while we carried on snogging with our own partners, slowly undressing each other. By the time we had all got pretty much naked you can probably imagine how sexually charged the atmosphere was."

"I can! How did you come to have sex with them?"

"It was Paul, who at the time had his cock buried in Denises's mouth, asked if we had ever swapped partners with another couple. I replied that we hadn't but now seemed a good time to try."

"Mmm, I wish that had been me with you. Did this Paul have a big cock?"

"I can't remember, Julie, but I do know that Rachel seemed to enjoy herself with it! The look on her face as she watched me shag another woman while being fucked herself, was a sheer picture."

"Did you guys use condoms?" Julie removed her mouth from my cock to ask each question, I was getting frustrated with the interrupted blowjob!

I shook my head.

"Wasn't that dangerous?"

"Not really, we all shared that we had taken the tests and both girls were on the pill, so we went for it."

"God, you are so lucky, I wish I had been there, it would have been like porn, but for real!"

"It was rather special," I admitted, my cock twitching against her moist lips with the memory of that horny afternoon on the couple's hotel bed.

"Did you go with them again?"

"Yes, twice. Once in our room, we had a bigger bed and once on the beach, a bit more secluded this time. And that time the two girls got it on, that was really cool to watch. They had started by playing with each other in the sea."

"Cool!"

"Then they came ashore and started kissing, the rest was inevitable."

Julie took me deeply back into her mouth, then, just as I was getting interested in producing some more sperm, she quickly released me.

"Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me like you fucked Denise in your bedroom."

I grinned, "You really sure about that?"

"Why? Was it something kinky?"

"Not kinky, just very adventurous. Come on, I'll show you what we did." 

I took her hand, opened the French doors and naked together we padded out on to the balcony. The setting moon no longer provided any illumination.

"Bend over," I commanded, pointing to the railing.

Julie caught on immediately, presenting her ass to me, "Suppose someone sees!"

"That's part of the fun darling. Legs apart a little please."

"Oh God, I can't believe I am doing this. Fuck me, Tom, fuck my cunt please."

Rampant cock in hand I entered her like a knife into butter and acceded to her request with several long sweet strokes.

As I fucked her and she continued to groan softly, I looked around to see if there were any observers or even any other couples exhibiting themselves in similar fashion. I guess at four in the morning it was too much to expect, all fifty odd balconies were deserted, although I fancied seeing a curtain move in the room next to us, our earlier sexual activity inside the room had not been all that quiet. Just in case, I turned Julie slightly so that the would-be observer could feast on the view of full copulation. I wondered if the person was male or female, or both. 

Neither of us lasted very long. Julie was frigging her clit as I pumped a liberal amount of spunk deep inside her cunt. For a long time we stood like that and Julie remarked that if anyone saw us now they wouldn't be able to see our private bits, I was so deeply embedded in her swollen pussy. I refrained for informing her that we'd probably had a silent watcher!

"You know what, Tom?"

"What?"

"This is the first time I have ever looked at the sea with a cock inside me."

I leaned forward and kissed her back, "Will you tell Sara what we have done?"

"Bloody right I will! I want her to be drooling with jealousy. Usually when we go on holiday it's the other way around!"

My spunk dribbled on to the deck as I withdrew from her and we returned to the room, collapsing in a heap on the bed.

Too tired to shower and with tears of passion and gratitude, we fell asleep wrapped together, naked and hot to the touch outside, wet and satisfied within.

In the early dawn 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. Julie moaned in her sleep as I sought her entrance and slipped easily inside her pussy, pushing slowly and purposefully into the warm wetness that still 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 doggy, Tom, I want to feel you deep inside me like last night."

She rolled on to her front and I followed, my cock still lodged within. I attempted to reach under and rub her clit as she started to slam back up against me and all to soon, with the assistance of more dirty language, 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 the way you fuck, Tom."

I replied, laughing gently in her ear, "I like the way I fuck too." 

Apart from my childhood sweetheart Carol, it was a long time since I had known anyone who enjoyed sex as much as this woman, and enjoyed talking dirty in the process. But then it was only our first night together, there were surely more to come.

And there was still her horny sister!

To be continued.

© Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 04



Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner Julie.

Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, Julie was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previous lover on an adjoining island. Meantime Sara, although making it obvious she was interested in me, had hitched up with a married couple and I had taken her attractive married sister to dinner on our first night in the hope that things might develop sexually between us. Our conversation over the delightful meal in romantic surroundings had, after two bottles of Californian Chablis, descended to a sexual level. Later that night, Julie complained she couldn't sleep. For the next couple of hours neither of us did!

4. Sisters Two

Bleary-eyed we went down to breakfast. Sara was sat at the beach side of the restaurant and waved to us.

"Now there's a rare sight," laughed Julie, "My sister alone at breakfast." The younger Sara grinned knowingly at us as we joined her under a coconut tree.

"Good shag you guys?" She put her hand to her mouth, "Oh no, I forgot, you were there for a chat, Tom."

Julie gave her a sisterly glare, "For God's sake, Sara, keep your voice down, and don't be so fucking coarse."

We all laughed, and I chipped in, "Actually it was three chats."

Sara clapped her hands, "Wow, you two certainly had some speech saved up!" She looked wistfully towards the bar where the waiters were hovering, "I could do with a long chat myself. There's a guy over there who looks as though he might be a good conversationalist!"

"Oh yes, and who's the poor defenseless chappie this time?"

"See the waiter drying the glasses? The one in the tight pants?" He turned towards us and smiled, I could see the appeal. "Yes, that one!"

"Bloody hell, Sara, don't you ever stop?"

"You know me Sis, an empty pussy is a lonely pussy, and I don't think she will be very lonely too much longer, I've seen him watching me when he thought I wasn't looking."

I don't blame him, I thought to myself, who wouldn't be attracted to Sara dressed as she was, tight shorts showing half her rounded bare ass, bikini top barely hiding her nipples and quite brown from somewhere recently sunny, or maybe the local tanning shop. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, emphasising her long neck. Even though I had recently had sex with her sister, I fancied her like crazy.

Julie sat down next to Sara, "Tom, please excuse my very rude sister, she isn't normally this bad."

I waved my hand, "Please don't mind me, I had a girl friend like you once, Sara."

"And you lived to tell the tale? Fuck!"

I looked over towards the breakfast bar, the distinct aroma of bacon wafting across my nostrils, "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving."

"That's what sex does for you," laughed Sara, "Now you know why I am only having fruit juice!"

"Go on then, Tom," said Julie, sidling up to her sister, "I'll follow you in a minute, we girls have something we want to talk about."

"No doubt how good a shag I was?" I laughed and, following a glare from my lover, I put up my hands, "Okay, I'm going."

When I returned with a loaded plate, the girls were still locked head to head, and laughing. Julie looked over at my meal, "That looks appetising, Tom, I want some."

Alone with me for the first time since that brief nocturnal moment in the corridor, Sara leaned closer, and cut to the chase, "You have a nice cock, Tom."

On my way to her sister's room for the supposed chat, she had reached under the towel and grabbed hold of it, I had been massively erect. I remembered the coolness of her hand and very briefly wanting to fuck her instead of her sister. But Julie had opened the door and caught her red-handed. Literally!

"Thank you Sara. Little Tom likes to please."

"What a lovely name! Not so little either!" She raised her sunglasses and stared at me earnestly, "You know that I want him, don't you?"

Even though my cock stirred instantly at the thought of getting down and dirty with this twenty-year old woman, I told her that last night's events with her sister had left me depleted and that the organ in question would not be worthy of her attention for at least a day.

She leaned forward, "Oh, I think my mouth would make you worthy, Tom."

I tried to ignore visualising that erotic picture, with little success. My cock stirred further. "Besides," I continued, "I am sleeping with your sister, I hardly think she would approve."

"Yeah, but she's married, and got her eye on her old lover. And you won't be able to shag her back home, she will be too far away."

"What about you, don't you live up north too?"

"No way, too fucking boring. I am in London, Islington to be precise. That anywhere near you?"

I could see the possibilities, now that Karen and I had officially broken up. "About an hour on the Tube, I guess."

"So there you are, Tom. You can fuck me here and fuck me back home, what more could you want?"

The forwardness of this young woman was giving me indigestion as I attempted to munch my way through a large pork sausage. I remained silent in thought, wondering what I might be letting myself in for if I gave in.

Sara pouted over the remains of her coffee. "Don't you want me then? You don't seem very interested."

I put a casual hand on her inner thigh and immediately, quickly making sure we were unobserved, she grabbed it and pressed it into her crotch. Although there was no sign of any dampness, I could feel the heat of her sex. I weakened instantly. 

"Of course I do, and I can feel how hot you are for me. And if you must know, I was thinking about you while I had sex your sister. And don't you dare tell her!" 

Sara peered under the table at my obvious erection and whistled softly. 

"And if your sister hadn't invited me to her room, I have no doubt you and I would still be up there, fucking like rabbits."

"Now that's the nicest thing I've heard this morning. You know what? I masturbated in your bed, Tom, thinking about your cock inside me. So I made a wet patch instead of you!" In order that Julie and I could enjoy some privacy I had offered Sara the use of my room, she had asked if I had been wanking in my bed prior to that.

I laughed, "Nice one, I must remember to smell the sheet when I go back up."

"Dirty bastard! I love it, you think like me!" She looked thoughtfully at her pineapple juice, "Tom, can I ask you something personal?"

"Of course, I assume it's something do with sex?"

She grinned, "You misjudge me! But yes it is. You don't have to answer this, but have you ever worn a girl's panties?"

My cock twitched at a past memory, "Why do you ask that?"

"I just think you might be kinky enough to do that."

I put down my knife and fork and decided to see if she truly was unshockable, "As a matter of fact yes, I have a friend called Carol, who was actually my first ever lover, I was only sixteen at the time."

"Cool, same age as I was! We have lots in common, Tom."

I paused, a little unsure of divulging one of my secrets which could well get broadcast around the planet.

Sara placed her sunglasses on top of her head, Sloane style, "Go on, Tom." She could sense my hesitation, "This won't go beyond this table, I promise."

I took a deep breath, "Okay then. When we got reunited a couple of years back she sucked me off through a pair of her white cotton panties."

Credit to Sara, she didn't even blink, this girl truly was as broadminded as her sister suggested, "What, right to the end?"

"Yes," I smiled at the memory, "She sucked my cum right through the material."

"Fuck, I would like to try that with you, not sure if mine are cotton though."

She grabbed my free hand, the other was by now fondling the panty-covered outline of her pussy inside the crotch of her shorts. Now there was some dampness. "Perhaps we could go buy some? Julie's going to see her friend on Antigua tomorrow while we go to the cricket. I expect she told you David's an old flame of hers?" I nodded. "I reckon she's going for a shag. Maybe we could do something ourselves then? I really, really want to fuck you, Tom."

"Friday it is then," I declared, one finger stroking the moistening vee of her crotch. Little did I know it would be sooner than that. Much sooner!

Seeing Julie approaching with her food, Sara leaned forward, beckoning my ear to her mouth, "I also want you to fuck me up the bum."

I grinned and whispered back, "Thought you didn't do that with strangers?"

Julie had stopped to allow a crowd of kids pass through the tables to the beach and Sara replied quickly, "By the time you do that, we won't be strangers, Tom, we will be fuck-buddies, you and I. Besides I've never had a thick one like yours up there!"

Julie sat down with an equally loaded plate, not before I removed my hand from her sister's heated groin. "What were you two plotting then? I saw you whispering! How soon you could fuck as soon as my back is turned?" She could hardly avoid noticing the healthy erection in my pants, and laughed at the sight.

"Whatever gives you that idea?" grinned Sara from behind her glasses.

"Because I know you only too well, darling, that's what. It wouldn't be the first time you have stolen one of my boyfriends."

"That was your fault, because you let me watch you shag them, it was inevitable they would fancy me too."

"Sara, no!"

I stared at both of them, Julie was not so innocent after all! "Wish I'd seen that," I remarked, returning to my meal.

I had an immediate vision of this gorgeous twenty-year old sitting naked in a chair watching my cock slide in and out of her sister's pussy, maybe getting to fuck her later too.

"Sara!" Julie repeated, giving her sister a stern look, "Don't even think of going there."

"Why not? That used to be so much fun."

"Whatever it was, I can only imagine," I grinned with a mouthful of egg.

"Tom, you don't want to know." She hissed at her sister, "Don't you fucking dare!"

I decided to be the peacekeeper and patted both their hands, "Now, now girls, if you two used to have threesomes, that's completely cool with me."

Julie looked at me furiously and glared at her sister, "You wish, mister."

Sara grinned, "No, we didn't do that, but we came pretty close."

"Sara, please!"

"Fuck off Sis, Tom's an adult, I'm sure he can handle it."

I took both their hands, "Sure I can!"

Julie turned away towards the sea as if she didn't want to be part of this conversation.

Sara gripped the hand I had failed to remove, "Long before she got married to that twat James, we used to watch each other fuck our boyfriends."

"Cool," I replied. 'Hot' thought my fully hardened cock. These two women were really something else. "Is this true, Julie?"

Julie, her back to us, her meal ignored, remained silent, her neck reddening as she refused to return our grinning stares.

"Of course it's true," laughed Sara, "Remember the first time, darling?"

Slowly, Julie turned back to us, her hunger exceeding her modesty, "I'm sure Tom doesn't want to hear about our past, Sara. I think he's more interested in the present, and the cricket."

"Bollocks, he's interested, just like any bloke would be, look at his cock!"

Following her earnest gaze I looked down. My appendage was indeed truly vertical in my shorts, it would have taken a blind person to not notice my predicament. Unfortunately everybody in the restaurant was fully sighted!

Julie peered around the table, "Shit, you recover quickly, Tom."

"And, being older than me and out of practice darling," laughed her sister, "If you fall behind I will always be glad to help!"

"I am sure I can manage thank you sweetie. And Tom, if you must know what we're talking about, it was all very innocent really."

"That's fucking bollocks and you know it," giggled Sara, "You showed me how to fuck, if you call that innocent!"

An elderly couple had settled at an adjoining table. "Sara, keep your voice down and let me tell Tom sometime in private, I'm sure the rest of the world doesn't want to know about our sex lives."

"I do!" I laughed. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and took a long sip of mango juice, "Look girls, for obvious reasons I can't get up just at the mo' so you might as well tell me, I can't get any harder!"

Julie composed herself, "Alright let me tell it, let's just keep our voices down, okay? Or we'll get ourselves thrown out of here."

"Suit yourself," sighed Sara, "But I think I could tell it better."

Julie stood up and, picking up her plate, pointed to the sea wall at the edge of the sand, "Better still, lets go down there where we can't be seen or heard, okay? And let go of his hand." Sara had been making little suggestive movements up and down my index finger with her forefinger and thumb encircling it. I so much wanted that to be my cock.

We settled down on the low wall with myself in between these two delicious sisters. Fortunately there were no passers-by, blind or otherwise, my erection clearly on view to all and sundry.

"So come on then, tell me more about you two watching each other."

Julie, her plate in her lap, tucked into her food. She leaned into me as I placed an arm around her and, not to be left out, Sara pressed a casual hand on my thigh. "You wouldn't believe it now, but Sara was once very naïve when it came to boys."

"I was only fourteen for fuck's sake, Sis."

"Yes, but if I remember, you were being an absolute pest asking silly questions about me and my boyfriends and what we did in bed."

"That's quite natural," I replied, "I was the same at her age, I wanted to know everything."

Julie shook her head, "When I was fourteen I had to find out for myself, Mum told me nothing. I got fed up in the end and suggested if Sara really wanted to know what goes on she should hide in the cupboard and watch."

"Cool, voyeurism at fourteen!"

"Yeah," laughed Sara, "But she didn't think I would take her seriously and one night I watched her make love to Colin from behind the curtains. She didn't know I was there until after he had pulled up his pants and disappeared out the door and gone home!"

I turned to Julie, "What did you say to her?"

"Actually, I was so surprised that I laughed. On reflection, I realized that it turned me on to know that I was being watched, so I let her do it a few more times."

"Did your boyfriend know?"

"No way! That would have spoilt it, but I made sure that we shagged with the light on for Sara to see what goes on."

"And I rubbed my pussy," laughed Sara, "I remember being so fucking wet, I wondered what was happening to me. I thought I had peed myself!"

I laughed but Julie frowned at her sister, "I don't think Tom needs to know that, darling."

"I think he liked hearing it," she replied, "Look at his pants!"

A distinct wet patch had appeared at the extreme of my erection. Sara reached forward and circled her finger over the slimy spot, then, with great show, put it to her lips. Julie simply stared and said nothing.

"I have no problem with that. That girlfriend Carol I told you about just now…" Julie pricked up her ears, "…she used to have such intense orgasms that she sometimes really did pee herself."

"God, that's embarrassing. Did that mean you had to fuck in the bathroom all the time? Or on the kitchen floor?" Sara asked.

"Not very hygienic," mumbled Julie as she wiped her plate clean with her last piece of toast.

I laughed, "We had ways around that, and as it happens it was only a tiny squirt."

Sara continued to tickle the tip of my erection with soft fingertips, a movement that didn't go unnoticed by her sister, "I had a boyfriend once who tried to piss on me, my tits actually."

"Sara, that's disgusting!"

"Sorry darling, I forgot you are eating."

I was in heaven, I had recently fucked the woman on my left, and her randy sister was openly stroking the tip of my barely hidden erection. There was more to come. With a furtive glance left and right she slipped her hand under my waistband and gripped my naked cock.

"Fuck, he's hot. And all wet too."

I looked at each of them in turn, "I'm sure I'm not the only one around here that's wet."

Sara grabbed my hand and pressed it to the nearest breast. That too was hot, from the early sun. I whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck you."

"I heard that," grinned Julie, but she pulled her sister's hand from my pants, "Sis, I don't mind if you want to sleep with my new boyfriend, but not in public please, and definitely not until I have finished with him." She put an arm around my shoulders and buried a hot tongue in my ear. "Talking about all this sex has got me horny again, Tom. I don't think I can wait until tonight."

Reluctantly letting go of Sara's breast I pulled Julie to her feet. 

Sara stood up too, her own eyes also wild with lust. She examined her hand which glistened in the sunlight with my pre-cum, "Then go fuck her, Tom, your cock clearly needs some more pussy. I can wait, but not too long. About five minutes!" she added, laughing loudly for all to hear.

My hands discreetly covering my groin, the three of us started to hurry through reception, when Julie turned to her sister, "And where do you think you're going miss?"

Sara grinned, "With you, Tom said just now he wants to fuck me. He can have us both."

Julie stopped her in her tracks, "No way, Sis, this is my show, you can have him tomorrow when I go to see David, but then you two have probably already planned that. Why don't you go and find your own man to play with? There looked to be plenty around the pool. Try that waiter guy, he's been looking at you again. You said yesterday that you fancy some black cock."

But Sara persisted and by now we were crammed into the elevator and it was Julie's turn to fondle me through my shorts. Needless to say the obligatory damp patch had enlarged considerably.

"Oh pleeeese," pleaded Sara as I pressed the number 10 button, "Just let me watch, like we used to?"

There was a long silence and finally Julie relented, "Would you mind that, Tom?"

I grinned, "Not at all, it'll turn me on knowing someone is watching, I've been there before. The only thing is, I'm not sure if I can perform again so soon."

This time Julie reached inside my pants, "Your cock says you're lying, Tom," she laughed. 

Sara took her arm, "So? It will be just like old times, darling."

"Alright Sara, as long as you keep quiet."

"I'll be quiet as a mouse."

"And maybe masturbate for us," I added with a sly look.

"Try and stop me! In case you hadn't noticed, I have already started!"

We looked down, Sara was indeed working non-too discreetly under the leg of her brief shorts, another hand caressing an exposed nipple. I swore I could smell the heat of her pussy, I wondered how she would taste. Meanwhile, as we climbed slowly through the floors, Julie continued fondling my cock. I whispered in her ear, but loudly enough for Sara to hear, "We are going to give your sister the best show ever."

Julie merely sighed and gripped me harder than ever and Sara, overhearing us, replied, "And you can both watch me finger fuck my pussy and listen to me cum."

As the elevator doors opened we forgot there might be people waiting to descend. The sight that greeted them was comical. With two women draped around my shoulders and a very obvious hard-on, I pushed between them. Fortunately Julie had removed her hand from my nether regions, but Sara had one breast completely exposed. The attractive young couple grinned and as we passed them I heard him mutter, "Lucky bastard." His female companion uttered some crude comment and punched him in the ribs.




Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 04



As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Julie and I ripped at each other's skimpy clothing, not that there was much to remove. Despite our speed, Sara beat us to it and, by the time we hit the bed, she was sprawled naked, legs apart on the sofa, two fingers deep inside her soaking cunt. This young girl had no modesty! Her eyes flared when she saw her sister reach for my rampant cock.

"You lucky bitch, I wish that was going into my pussy."

"I'm sure Tom will oblige you quite soon, darling."

"Fucking right he will! I can't wait. Do you realise it's now five whole days since I had a shag?"

Julie and I laughed at her outburst and as I laid back against the pillows, her soft lips descended slowly over my purple head, her tongue gathering a clear pearl of love juice on the way.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," moaned the observing Sara, her fingers working furiously inside her pussy. With the sight of her masturbating and that wonderful feeling of my cock totally inside Julie's mouth, I knew that, despite our early morning fuck, I wouldn't be able to last long. I shuddered as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

I don't know who was moaning the most, me or Sara, but it was enough to make Julie pause, "For fuck's sake, keep it quiet, Sis, I can't concentrate here."

"Sorry, darling, but from here I have never seen anything quite so erotic, that lovely thick cock in your mouth. Does it taste nice? Is he going to come soon? Are you going to let him spunk in your mouth, like you used to do with Simon? Did I ever tell you that he did that with me, and I swallowed it!"

Julie sighed deeply and looked resignedly at her sister, then up at my face, my cock was dribbling in anticipation of more to come, "Shall we let her?"

Of course I nodded, doing little to disguise my eagerness.

Julie pointed my cock at her sister.

"Come on then, don't say I'm not generous."

Within nanoseconds, Sara had leapt across the room and impaled her mouth on my cock. By instinct my fingers sought out her wet pussy and she groaned. After several rapid sucks which took me close to the edge, she paused, grinned at her sister and very softly pressed her lips to her mouth.

"Thank you sweetie. I love you."

I was in heaven as I watched the contact develop into a fierce kiss, Sara still clinging on to my cock. Despite its glamorous beaches and scantily clad women, Barbados, unlike its European counterparts, is a difficult place to pick up available pussy. Yet here I was, with little effort, within hours of arrival, with two falling into my lap. Literally. Thank you Virgin Atlantic!

The girls stopped to take a breath and I wondered who I was going to fuck first.

"Thank you, Sis, it means a lot to me, you sharing like this. This is just like old times."

I looked up at her in surprise, "You two have done this before?"

Julie smiled, more to herself than me, "Shut up, Tom, and enjoy." She looked at her sister, "The old routine?"

Sara grinned and nodded and when I started to sit up she pushed me back, "You are fine as you are sweetie, just keep that nice cock upright."

As if these two did it every day Julie climbed over my legs and, taking my cock from her sister, lowered herself on to it. Sara watched for a moment as Julie started to fuck me and then, with a wide grin, lowered her own pussy on to my face. My tongue immediately sought her opening. She was of course soaking wet as was her sister as she humped up and down on my eager cock. My eyes could only see a tiny rosebud of an asshole, and which I gave a tentative lick, my exposed ears told me that the girls, while busily occupied in fucking and face-sitting me, were still kissing. 

This was only my second threesome and the two girls were giving it their best. Clearly they had done this before, I wish I had brought my video camera! And they were sisters! Incest always made it more interesting! I was dying to see how far they would go with each other, and I wasn't long in finding out!

I tried to take my mind off my orgasm by busying myself with Sara's pussy. I held her lips wide while I tongue fucked her cunt, all the time juices flowing liberally out of her, making my face wet with her passion. She cried out when my finger wandered into bandit territory.

"What is it darling," I heard Julie mumble into her mouth.

"He just stuck his finger up my ass."

"Mmm, dirty boy, I wonder what else he might put up there?"

Sara giggled, "I hope to find out while you are away visiting David."

"Dirty girl!"

The thought that tiny little hole before my very eyes filled with my fat cock, and the manner of the girls' discussion, made me tremble in Julie's pussy. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I replaced my finger with something softer.

"Now he's got his tongue in there."

"God, I like that too. Why didn't you do that last night, Tom?"

"Grmmm," was my muffled reply as I reverted back to eating out Sara's cunt. I worked at her clitoris and if she was close to orgasm she showed no sign of it, she just kept rubbing her pussy up and down my face, as Julie continued to fuck me in a frenzy.

Then, without warning, came the episode that changed the course of my holiday.

We heard a jangle of keys and a cursory tap on the door. On our way to the room I had seen the maid working a few doors away, a very dusky female, very sexy, very young French Caribbean. And, by routine, I had noted no rings. Her badge named her left breast as Simone. If these two hadn't been around she would have been a test to my art of seduction. Some years ago in Hamburg, a chambermaid had caught me naked in the shower and, without hesitation after a wink from me, had ripped of her clothes and jumped me. And at the time I hadn't even had an erection! With her mouth she had quickly remedied that situation! I don't know what the German words are for 'fuck me' but I'm sure they're the ones she used constantly while I impaled her under the driving water!

"Who is it?" called Julie.

"Room cleaner."

"Sorry, you can't come in."

"I need to clean the room."

"Fuck off," Julie shouted, not too kindly, I thought.

"Or fuck us," Sara laughed, the maid had a body to die for, whether you were male or female. And a wonderful rounded ass that only black women can carry with confident poise.

"That's okay, I only need to change the towels then."

"No way," replied Julie. 

Sara added her own graphic contribution, "We are busy, like fucking. Get it?"

"Okay, sorry, I'll leave the towels outside if you like?"

Julie didn't reply so I eased my head out from under Sara's crotch and called out my own thoughts on the subject.

"Bring them on in if you would like to join us!"

"Tom!" Julie peered around at me in mock disapproval.

For a thrilling moment I heard the keys inserted in the lock and the door opened a fraction, but only enough for the towels to fall through the opening. As quietly as it opened, the door closed again, but not before we heard a soft Bajan voice, "Not today guys, too busy. Maybe another time."

"What were you thinking, Tom?"

"The more the merrier, Julie." I gave a strong thrust upward to remind her we were supposed to be fucking.

"We never did it with anyone else, did we Sara? Anyway, she might have been old and fat and ugly."

I laughed, "Not from what I saw down the corridor earlier, she was the opposite, young, slim and very, very sexy." And that ass to die for, I smiled to myself. I had never experienced black pussy, but I had heard rave reviews! I wondered if she would be the first?

Julie was not responding to my upward thrusting, now disturbed by the interruption at the door, but the thought of a third girl joining us had empowered my libido even further. So, pushing Sara aside I turned Julie on to her back, my cock still fully embedded in her cunt. She gasped as I started to pump into her with renewed vigour, supported by encouraging words from her sister.

"Go on, Tom. Fuck her hard. Fuck her dirty cunt with that big fat cock of yours." 

If that wasn't enough to rouse my sperm, then nothing would. I pulled Sara's head towards mine and kissed her hungrily as my cock moved urgently inside her sister. "You taste of me," she whispered as she sucked on my tongue.

"I want you," I whispered.

"Good," she grinned, "Then you can fuck me later, just like you are fucking her. I like to be underneath a nice hard man."

"Do you really think she won't mind?"

"I heard that," gasped Julie, my cock completely embedded inside her, "Just get on and fuck me will you? You two can have your fun later."

Sara laughed, "Are you close, Tom?"

"I have been for ages."

"What about you Sis?"

"Getting there, help me someone."

"I'm ready too," gasped Sara. She winked at me and, reaching down between her sister's thighs, rapidly rubbed at her clit, her fingers an inch away from my plunging cock.

For a minute, apart from gasping and heavy breathing, we were all silent as we concentrated on our orgasms, me fucking, Sara fingering, Julie receiving all the attention.

"Yes!" Julie's hips suddenly thrusted up at me.

I paused, extracted all but an inch of my cock and then with one almighty stroke, plunged back in, releasing a torrent of liquid into her shaking body. At the same time, she shuddered as her sister brought her to her own peak. Sara, her head buried in my shoulder and, concentrating more on her sister then herself, was a few seconds behind.

She bit into my shoulder as her whole body trembled, my cock was now still inside Julie, I could feel my cum starting to leak out. I felt a wetness on my cheek and realised that Sara was crying. I stroked her golden hair.

"You okay?" I whispered.

She nodded, "I always weep a little when I have a good orgasm."

"Good, I hope I can make you really cry later."

"And it really, really turns me on being watched by a complete stranger, like just now."

I tilted her chin up and looked at her with a puzzled expression, "What stranger? Apart from me, your sister couldn't see."

She raised her head and nodded toward the door. It was just closing!

"The maid?"

She nodded.

Julie sat up, freeing my cock, and looked shocked, "That fucking maid was in here?"

"Uh huh."

"Shit! What did she see?"

"Everything I would imagine, darling."

"Why didn't you say something, Sara?" I asked, idly caressing her breasts. Julie was stroking my sticky cock which, with this new revelation, was refusing to soften. Sara, not to miss out on the intimacy, was fingering the pool of cum seeping from Julie's cunt, then she presented a finger to her mouth, and loudly smacked her lips in approval.

"Because she didn't want me to. She put her finger to her lips and just stood still and watched. She obviously didn't want you guys to know she was there. You know me wel enough, I didn't mind at all!"

"She really stood absolutely still?" I gave Sara a knowing grin.

"Well, she did have a hand up her skirt, and come to think of it, it wasn't very still!"

"Just as well she didn't join us," smiled Julie, "I think Tom has his hands full as it is!"

I reminded her of the foursome I had with Lisa, Rachel and Carol on New Year's last year, " I think I could manage!" 

Sara's eyes widened, "You fucked three women in one night? God, I thought me shagging two blokes was pretty cool!"

"Actually no, I had oral sex from all three but I only had full sex with Carol while the other two got it on."

"Wow, perhaps we better proposition that maid for one evening then, we must find out her name."

"It's Simone, she had a badge on her chest."  "Ha-ha, trust you to notice that."

"Do you think she might be bisexual?" I asked hopefully.

"She looked pretty excited watching me fingering my sister. I have no doubt she is," replied Sara, her hand now taking over from Julie and idly fondling my cock.

"Phew," Julie flopped back on the bed, "Don't know about you guys, but I am totally fucked."

"Yes, we know that, you truly were," both Sara and I laughed together.

Julie saw the direction of my glance, her swollen wet pussy was glistening with leaking spunk in the bright sunlight. She pulled up the sheet in mock modesty. "Obviously you two…" she smiled, observing my hard cock in her sister's hand, my own fingers caressing her erect nipples, "…are up for more."

"Do you mind if we don't wait until tomorrow Sis??" asked Sara, "I've been gagging for a fuck, especially watching you two have it off."

"I have no control over who you fuck and who you don't fuck, darling. In fact I am happy with you going with someone I know rather than some guy off the street." She settled down in the bed, "And now if you don't mind, I am going to have a kip."

I replaced my shorts and Sara fished out a long tee shirt from her suitcase. Julie was asleep before we quietly left the room.

"Do you think you can manage one more go today, Tom?" Sara asked as, arm in arm, we walked the short distance to my room.

I placed her hand on my cock, miraculously I was still hard, "Try me!" I grinned, hoping my body was as good as my word.

But, before I got my cock inside this delicious girl, we were to get yet another surprise.

To be continued.

© Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 05



Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. After a romantic dinner I charmed my way into Julie's bed, joined the following morning by her promiscuous sister. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings.

Following the long flight and only two hours of sleep and many more of sex, Julie had requested Sara and I leave her to rest. Eager to satiate the lust for each other, the younger sister and I readily agreed and headed off to my room. It was still only mid-morning of our first full day at the Barbados resort. 

5. Sara

"Do you and your sister have sex together a lot?" I asked as we made our way down the corridor, "She never said anything to me about being bisexual." 

Sara shook her head, "She's not really. That was the first time since our teens that we have kissed like that, so you were very privileged just now. We've never had oral sex, we just used to kiss and finger until we came. She is not into pussy like I am."

We passed a couple in the corridor who gave us a curious glance. When I looked down I could see why, my erection was not too well concealed. I looked back over my shoulder and the woman did the same. We both grinned, the intentions of Sara and I were patently obvious!

"So have you been with many girls?" A typical male thirst for knowledge!

"A few, I have a regular girlfriend Linda back home" she laughed, "She's madder than I am! But just at this moment I want cock. Yours please."

With that, as we approached my room, she grabbed hold of the tent in my pants. In return I slipped my hand under her tee shirt and fondled her smooth round ass. She pointed ahead, counting down the room numbers.

"Tom, isn't that your room, with the trolley outside?"

"Yes, why?"

"The door's open."

What was inside that door was far more interesting. The breast called Simone was on her knees doing something important to my bathroom floor. Her skirt had risen over the top of her dark thighs, displaying a bright yellow strip of cotton covering her crotch, the crease of her pussy clearly outlined. And I swear I could perceive a narrow dampness. 

We stood still in the doorway, caressing each other and admiring the view, both of us instantly lusting after this young woman.

"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," Sara breathed lightly in my ear, rubbing my erection through my pants.

"More like a sight for a hard cock," I whispered back.

"You ever had black pussy, Tom?"

I shook my head, both of us still rooted to the spot "You?"

"No, but if they are all like this, I wouldn't mind!"

My fingers found Sara's wet pussy lips from the rear. I inserted one. Deeply. She was soaking wet, so ready for some cock. My cock.

For a few more seconds we watched the maid's ass wobble invitingly as she cleaned the floor, the yellow g-string straining at her crotch. Sara inadvertently moaned as I inserted two more fingers into her soaking love canal and, with a start, Simone turned around and gasped at the semi-erotic display in the doorway. Sara was grasping the very visible lump in my pants, and me with my hand out of sight under her tee shirt. Still kneeling, the maid quickly collected her wits.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to use the room?" She nodded knowingly towards the bedroom, Sara's hand on my cock clearly stated our lustful intentions.

"Yes please," I replied, "But there's no rush, carry on with what you were doing." The view was too good to spoil.

"Yes there is," whispered Sara fiercely into my ear. "I want to fuck! Like now!"

"No problem, I have finished anyway." Simone grinned and made to stand up but one foot slipped on the wet floor. Sara grabbed her hand to steady her. Still holding on, she stared into her face, their eyes locking in acknowledgement of their mutual bisexuality. If I wasn't present I am sure they would headed straight for the bed. 

She spoke softly, their lips inches apart, I so wanted them to kiss. "You are welcome to stay, Simone, we would both very much like you to, I think you know that."

Simone was breathing heavily, whether it was from the near fall or from sexual desire, I wasn't sure, but her breasts were rising and falling under her uniform. She remained silent, her eyes glancing at me then back at my prospective lover, clearly undecided.

Still clutching Simone's hand, Sara pulled it forward and pressed it against my cock. To give the girl credit she didn't pull away in shock, in fact she did the opposite. When Sara switched to stroke Simone's breast, the maid's hand remained on my pants, her fingers delicately tracing the outline of my erection. The atmosphere was electric. The right words and I knew all three of us would be fucking in an instant. 

I spoke the wrong words, "We both want to fuck you, Simone," I spoke frankly. Intuitively, from the scenario in Julie's room, and the way the maid was returning Sara's glances, I was firmly convinced she was bisexual.

Still shaking, and still gripping my cock lightly, the dusky teenager spoke at last.

"I…I can't, my boyfriend would kill me. You two are lovely and sexy, but no."

She made to move away but Sara grabbed her arm, "Let's see if you really mean no. Tom, show her your cock."

I hesitated, worried that Sara was maybe pushing things too far to the extent we could get thrown out of the hotel if the girl complained. But to my surprise and delight the maid took things into her own hand, literally. Reaching out with her free hand, and grinning, she unzipped my shorts and out sprang one very healthy erect cock.

Simone's eyes widened, and she made no further move to pull way. "Fuck," she exclaimed, "That's so beautiful."

Sara laughed, "I wouldn't call cocks beautiful, but they do have their uses!"

"I disagree, this is a lovely cock."

I joined in, "Anyone would think you haven't see one before, Simone. They all look pretty much alike you know. They just vary in size, that's all."

"Not a white one I haven't. Not hard like that anyway."

For those readers who have not sampled my earlier scribblings I too would not call my appendage beautiful. Pink, circumcised, comfortable inside most pussies and your average six point something inches. What seems to attract women to it is the g-spot-rubbing upward curve and its thickness. More I am told than the average. Not having seen many erect cocks in the flesh, I have to take the females' word for it.

"Well?" asked Sara, "Want it?"

From Simone's eyes I could see she was sorely tempted. Sara started to stroke me gently, and my cock twitched gratefully in her little hand. The maid's eyes flickered, she was nearly hooked.

"Your boyfriend doesn't have to know, does he?" I asked her huskily.

For a moment we were all silent, Simone was clearly torn between lust and loyalty.

"Look you guys, I am so tempted to do this and, as you guess after what I saw in the other room, I am pretty horny, but it's all a bit sudden. Can I have a little time please?"

"Sure," I laughed, nodding towards the bed, "We will be on there, waiting for you."

Simone smiled, flashing her white teeth, "I meant a little longer than that, how long are you staying?"

"Another eleven nights. We don't mind waiting."

"Good, and anyway I would get the sack if I stopped now, I still have seven more rooms to do."

"No problem," replied Sara, "I have something to keep me occupied for the time being." She pointed my cock at Simone, "Just think what you are missing."

"Oh yes, I can guess what that is," Simone giggled, watching my cock twitch in Sara's fist. She bent down to retrieve her bucket, once again displaying the exotic rear view, this time fully intended. Then, for full effect, she paused and provocatively wiggled her ass. Seize the moment, the devil in me insisted, but Sara, reading my thoughts, grabbed my arm. She informed me later that she had also discerned the faint wet strip in the yellow panties.

"Before I go, can I ask you both a favour?" Simone looked up at us both with an innocent smile.

"Sure," I replied, "anything." Especially if it involves that hidden pussy, I thought, grinning inwardly.

"Please don't think I have changed my mind, but I have never touched a white cock before. I don't want anything else. Can I please?"

"Okay by me," Sara and I spoke in unison.

Without hesitation I moved forward and presented my erection to Simone, "Be my guest, enjoy!"

But she didn't stand up. To my intense surprise and, still kneeling, she pressed her purple lips to my swollen helmet, Sara looking on with amusement. My cock chose that very untimely moment to leak some pre-cum, but she didn't recoil. I reflected that I must have tasted of a cocktail of pussy and spunk. For one delicious second she slid her lips over the head and sucked off the clear liquid. Then she grinned, "Thank you, Tom."

"I bet that wasn't the touch you expected," laughed Sara.

Breathing heavily, I replied, "No, it wasn't. You may touch as much as you like, Simone!"

"My pleasure," I quickly kissed the top of her head as she quickly withdrew and Sara took me in hand, trying to lead me away, "Do I taste any different to your boyfriend?"

She grinned, licking her lips suggestively, "Mmm, I'm not sure."

"You can have a longer taste if you like, or taste longer! Take your pick."

"Thank you, that was enough for the moment." She looked up at Sara who was looking on bemused, one hand idly moving under the hem of her shirt. "I can't leave you out can I?"

To my delight, and obviously Sara's too, she lifted the tee shirt and briefly pressed her lips to her pussy. Sara immediately groaned and clasped her hands around Simone's head and held her there, but the maid wriggled clear and the moment quickly passed.

"Your first white pussy too?" Sara grinned down at her.

"Absolutely! And now I really must go. Have fun you two." And in a flash she had collected her gear and was gone.

"Wow!" exclaimed Sara, "One wildcat."

"I was right about her being bisexual then," I said as we moved towards the sofa, stripping off our meagre clothing, "The way she kissed your pussy just like that."

Sara laughed, "She didn't just kiss it, she stuck her tongue in it! I wanted to fuck her, Tom, and I know you did too! For a moment I thought you were going to get a full blowjob."

"Maybe I still am," I replied, holding my cock out lewdly to her. "I know one thing, I bet she will masturbate in the next empty room."

"Tom," she replied with an impatient tone, "Ever since I saw you on the plane, I have wanted you to fuck me, and that's what I want right now. We have plenty of time later for me to suck you off, and for us to fuck the maid. And both will be worth waiting for."

Fucking Sara was so different from sex with her sister. Where Julie was quite submissive, this woman was an animal. Today I still get excited remembering how, as soon as we were totally naked, she jumped me like a horny leopard. We started over the arm of the small sofa, only because it was nearer than the bed! We realised we both stank of sex and, locked together at the groin, headed into the bathroom where we worked ourselves up to a frenzy in the shower. Naked and wet on my bed she did indescribable things to me no woman has ever done before, not kinky Kamile, or the dirty Carol, nor anyone else I care to mention.

With the eyes of a voyeur, I watched her snake beneath me, her body swimming with our sweat, her hot skin glistening in the sunlight filtering through the shutters. Eyes tightly shut, her face contorted in a rictus of delight, her hips bucked in violent spasms, faster, faster still, lifting both our naked bodies from the sweat-soaked sheets peeling back from the corners of the king-size bed. She squealed with delight when I chewed lustily on a passing nipple.

In a daunting display of female fertility, she suddenly slipped from underneath me and slammed me on my back with a force that shook the walls. Sara then looped one leg across my body and mounted me like a jockey intent on winning the Derby, strands of damp blonde hair lashed against her face, her eyes wild with lust, in tune with the gallop of her passion. When she finally reached the finishing line, with a finger deep in each others asshole, every muscle in her body tensed, her head fell back and, as I succumbed to my own liquid release deep inside her, she let loose a blood-curdling shriek. For a brief moment I visualised Simone listening and playing with herself while cleaning the next room.

Panting like a dog Sara pressed her lips to mine, climbed off her exhausted stallion, fell backward on to the sodden mattress and pulled my face into her sweating sex, my own creamy contribution already leaking out. I obliged her obvious request with eager tongue and fingers until she cried out again. This time my ears enjoyed the protection of her thighs!

I pause, erect, while I remember the sweet aroma of her pussy, tainted slightly with my own liquid contribution. 

For a while we slept, spooned naked and moist on top of the sheet. I dreamed of Simone being there too, my cock deeply embedded in her Bajan cunt while she sucked on Sara's eager pussy. The dream obviously had an effect on my anatomy because an hour or so later I woke to find myself half inside Sara from behind. Her moaning had woken me.

Refreshed from my short sleep I took control this time and, lifting her leg, I rammed hard into the randy twenty year old with all the force I could muster. "My turn to fuck you, bitch!" I gasped as I slid a large finger into her ass.

She replied in kind, "Oh yes, fuck me you fucking bastard, give me that fat cock, fuck my hot cunt."

Roused by her language,I pulled out, slammed her on her back and, as she raised her legs in the air I pinned her arms back on the pillow behind her head.

My thrusts were orchestrated by her cries of "Fuck me, fuck me," and my equally bawdy replies of "Dirty little cunt slut." She pulled one hand free to play with her clit as I continued to pound into her. We were both swimming with sweat, her hair a tangled mess. I let her cum first, her back arching into the air as she shrieked with the ecstasy of her climax. I slowed my fucking to ease the sensitivity of her orgasm, and when her breathing slowed she made an interesting request, "I want you to cum porn-style, Tom."

I was pretty close to that stage so I asked what she meant.

"Cum on my face and in my mouth."

Grinning, I pulled out of her and sat aside her waist, my balls swinging against her tits.

Her eyes widened when she saw how swollen my cock was, the shaft slimy with the fruits of our sex. 

"Do it Tom, cum for me. Give it to me, babe. Spunk on my tits and face."

"Not sure if I have any left," I gasped.

I wanked hard for her, and she leaned forward and slipped her lips over the head, teasing my pee slit. She pulled back when she sensed the approach of my orgasm, and poked out her tongue with perfect pornographic poise. With a groan I unloaded a small quantity of sperm onto her nose. Sara screwed her eyes shut but she needn't have bothered, the majority of my cum was well aimed, directly into her mouth. With her small finger she removed a tiny dollop of spunk from her chin and took me in her mouth again, her cheeks moving in and out as she extracted every final drop.

Opening her mouth, her tongue cradled little hollow of cum which she duly swallowed with an exaggerated gulp. She poked out a clear pink tongue, "Yum-yum, all gone, another bit for bigger tits."

"By the size of yours, you have swallowed loads!"

There was really only room for one in the shower, but somehow we squeezed in together and managed to soap away the evidence of sex.

"That was a lovely fuck, Tom, thank you."

"Thank you too, Sara. There's plenty more where that came from, but you might need to give me a day or two, you and your sister have drained me."

"Oh, I do hope so because if you keep doing that I have no intention of going with anyone else while we are here." 

"Nor me, apart from your sister, assuming she wants a second go."

Little did either of us know how wrong those statements would turn out to be!

Julie's room was empty when I helped Sara pick out a bikini, naturally it was the skimpiest one, all strings and triangles, and a translucent red! Since I wasn't expecting further turbulence in the groin area in the near future I had settled for my tight Calvin Klein swim trunks.

"I'm starving after all that sex, Tom. Let's go see if we can find my sister."

That was not too difficult, she was at the same table we had vacated a few memorable hours ago. Her question to us was the same as that uttered earlier by Sara, "Good fuck guys?"

"Fabulous," we both replied in unison.

We all ate a hearty lunch from the overstocked buffet and spent the afternoon on the beach. While Sara flirted outrageously with me most of the afternoon, even at one stage flashing her pussy, Julie confided in me that her guilt stuff had come up.

"I know my husband is cheating on me, Tom, but does that give me the right to do the same? What we did last night and this morning was lovely, and that with my sister this morning revived a lot of memories. But can we cool it for a while until I have adjusted to things and sorted out my feelings for David?" While Sara and I were going to the cricket, Julie had decided to visit an old flame on the not too distant shores of Antigua.

I smiled at her, "Of course, Julie. I was surprised we did what we did so soon anyway, perhaps I should have refused your persistent advances!" I grinned at her.

"You seduction technique is very good, darling. It seemed to work with my sister too."

"Ha-ha, I doubt that, she tells me she had the hots for me on the plane."

"That doesn't surprise me in the least. Anyway, it seems as though you two have hit it off?"

"Yes, what amazes me is how sexually advanced she is for a kid of twenty."

"Don't forget, she started early, as you now know."

"Do you mind if she sleeps with me again tonight?"

"Of course not, I am used to it. Last holiday we spent together, her bed was never slept in, and she was the one that was supposed to be chaperoning me! Anyway, tomorrow I am definitely going to visit my friend David, I just booked the flight." She flashed the LIAT printout from the hotel computer.





Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 05



"I knew you would ask that," she laughed into the pillow, "Five, including you, but nothing as thick as this one."

She wriggled her ass and I pushed in a little further.

"Fucking hell, you feel huge!" I paused. "But don't stop."

Another inch, she screamed, "Oh God, what are you doing to me, Tom?"

"Just fucking your horny ass," I smiled at her back.

Briefly, I stopped again and slipped my hand under her to her pussy, but her own fingers were already there!

"Why have you stopped? Please fuck me, baby, fuck my ass."

"You sure you're okay with this?"

"Yes," she gasped, "How much to go?"

"Halfway."

"Fuck, I feel full up already!"

"Enough? I can work with this if you like."

Apart from Sue, 'this' was the furthest I had got inside a girls ass. On the two previous occasions the two originally eager woman had screamed, demanding withdrawal. Even inside Sue it had hurt but bless her heart she had grinned and bore it. Once fully inside however, there had been no stopping her. After returning home we'd had anal sex nearly as often as pussy sex.

Sara, who later disclosed that, not wishing to miss out on sex for menstrual reasons, had her first anal cock at the tender age of seventeen and was clearly up for it with mine, despite it's thickness. "Give me the rest, darling, I want to feel all of your lovely fat cock in my ass."

Spreading more jelly on the remainder of my shaft I eased completely inside her in one long smooth stroke. She gasped out loud, but didn't reject me. I was in!

"Yes," she breathed, "Now fuck me, fuck me hard."

I half withdrew preparing for the first fucking stroke when Sara beat me to it and slammed her ass hard back against my cock. We moved rapidly together, her anus now fully comfortable with my girth.

As I sensed her fingers flying across her clitoris, I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled out of her, leaving a gaping round hole in her ass, exactly the diameter of my cock!

"What's wrong, you haven't cum already have you?"

"No, fucking nearly though," I laughed, sweating freely, "I have an idea." Memories of Susan on Young Island had come flooding back to me.

"Fuck the idea, Tom," she gasped, "I am enjoying this." She grabbed my cock attempting to replace it in its temporary anal residence.

"Do you own a vibrator?"

"Of course I do. It's in my bag over there, never without it." She turned her head and grinned at me. "Why, what do you have in mind, you horny bastard?"

"You'll see," I grinned.

She let go of my cock, "Quick then, go get it."

My cock swinging in the air, glistening with the jelly in the moonlight, I rifled through her bag, quickly locating the familiar shape of the plastic phallus. This one was purple with a cock-shaped head to it, Sara was clearly prepared for all emergencies! With her outgoing sexuality I doubted she had much occasion to make use of it though. I briefly tested the battery, it buzzed happily in expectation of entering familiar territory.

Seeing me armed with the plastic weapon, my own throbbing organ pointing towards her ass, she grinned, "I think I know what you're going to do, Tom, I've never done this before."

"Enjoy!" I smiled, re-entering her willing asshole.

She told me later that she was expecting me to get her off with the toy by teasing her clitoris. Imagine her delight when, while fucking her in the ass, I gently inserted the nine inch length of plastic fully into her soaking cunt. Despite the proximity of my thrusting cock, it slid into her like a knife into butter.

"Fuck," she breathed, "This is what it must be like having two cocks in me."

I told her that I found it hard to believe she hadn't done that. Especially with her fondness for anal sex.

We moved slowly together, cock and toy both fucking her. "No, but it's on my list. Julie has done that you know, before she met James, did she tell you?"

"Yes, she told me lots of things, she's not so innocent as she pretends."

"Have you done it, Tom? Two blokes, one girl?"

I grinned, and related the night when my best friend Martin and I had picked up two girls in a bar in the West End and taken them back home with us. We were still in our teens at the time. The older girl, it turned out she was married, got cold feet and left, but the single Marion had been horny enough to take us both on, me in her mouth, Martin comfortably banging her pussy.

"Wow," gasped Sara as cock and plastic fucked her slowly, "That must have been cool. Did you mind seeing each other's cock? Some men are very shy about things like that."

I laughed, "Not at all, when we were at school we use to masturbate together."

"Wicked!"

"And a couple of times we did it in front of the girl next door."

"Fuck me!"

"It was a pretty horny moment, I must admit."

She looked round at me impatiently, "No, I meant fuck me, Tom. You've stopped."

The memory of the intimacy of once holding my friend's cock had made me pause. It hadn't been the first time. I was only fifteen at the time. Childhood experimentation. I resumed pounding Sara's tight ass, the vibrator doing wonders in her pussy.

Lewdly I took it out and licked the end.

"You horny bastard, Tom. I love it. I wonder what else you like to get up to? What did you do to my sister last night?"

"Ah, now that would be a secret!"

"Was she a good fuck?"

"She was okay." I knew where this subject was heading and quickly changed the subject, "Would you like me to switch it on now?"

"The vibrator?"

"Yes."

"Oh God, yes please."

"We will probably both cum very quickly," I warned her, the vivid memory of the extraordinary climax in the same situation with Susan.

"Go on then, I'm ready."

I turned the milled knob and instantly her whole crotch came to life as though an electric current were passing throughout, and very quickly two things happened at once. Sara went into an immediate orgasm and panted, resembling a steam train leaving Waterloo. She later confessed that she had wet herself slightly; she passed off the wet patch on the covers as female cum. I delighted in the rapid vibrations permeating through the walls of her cunt and along the length of my cock. 

I ceased fucking and simply exploded in one of the most intense orgasms ever experienced. Only two girls sucking my cock had ever exceeded this indescribable pleasure I was getting inside Sara's tight little ass. I felt the warmth of my semen flooding past my cock, seeking daylight as though intruding on her privacy.

"Fuck," she gasped as her knees collapsed, releasing the hold on my cock which was now sensitive as hell.

"Fuck is the right word for it, that was sensational."

"Fuck, fuck fucking fuck, you cannot know how fucking amazing that was, Tom," she cried into my shoulder.

"Pretty good for me to, Sara. So glad you like it up the ass. I owe you an apology, I spunked up there too."

She looked around at me as I flopped down beside her, "If I wanted to stop you I would have. I've never let anyone do that before, it feels lovely and warm, just like in my pussy, but somehow more naughty." She clenched her cheeks as she felt my creamy donation seep out on to the bed. The maid would be busy in the morning, I reflected, no doubt she was used to it. In fact, after seeing us so horny earlier that day, Simone would expect it!

I remembered the expression on the face of the maid on Young Island when she realized that four of us had slept together in the one big bed. Not that there had been any desire for sleeping! I was determined to return there and put the idea to Sara.  

"Fuck the cricket!" she laughed, her fingers idly smoothing my spunk over her thighs, "Let's go there tomorrow and shag some nice people!"

I reminded her that our main reason for coming to Barbados was to support the England team.

Sara giggled, "You speak for yourself." 

Little did we know that we wouldn't have to travel the 150 odd miles to Young Island for the type of sexual fun we both yearned. It was waiting for us in quantity here on Barbados! Firstly in the form of some very familiar people! Followed by a delightful Canadian couple eager to explore the swinging lifestyle.

To be continued.

© Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 06



Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met a married woman called Julie, and her twenty-year-old sister Sara. After a romantic dinner I charmed my way into Julie's bed, joined the following morning by her promiscuous sister. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings. Having tired out Julie, I followed up by satiating my lust for the younger Sara, experiencing anal sex for only the second time. We had tried to tempt the curious Simone to join in the fun, but to no avail.

Today were going to the cricket!

6. Déjà vu

Sara and I woke the next morning without, miracles of miracles, any further sex. Just long gazes of appreciation for what we had experienced the day before. Both of us with orgasms at levels believed, up until then, to be entirely impossible.

I brought two cups of black coffee back to the bed. "How's the bum?" I asked.

"If you want the clinical version, Tom, it feels like I had a crap backwards but..."

"First time I've heard my cock called a piece of shit," I interrupted, sipping appreciatively at the hot liquid.

"... but I would like to do it again, especially the vibrator bit. That really blew my mind."

We showered separately, knowing that together we would have fucked in the tiny space and that would have made us late for the start of the match. As it was, the umpires were out on the pitch by the time we found our seats in the popular stand. Ian Botham, sorry, Sir Ian Botham was studying cracks in the pitch and relaying them to satellite viewers worldwide. As we waited for the teams to emerge my mind dwelled upon Julie, who would now be well on her way to Antigua. I wondered if she would get as good a fuck from her old lover as she did from me, and that really would signal the end of her marriage.

West Indies won the toss and, after a rain delay, the game started, the English batsmen quickly playing themselves into trouble, accompanied by much vocal derision from the locals. The couple behind us were obviously friends of the man and woman two rows in front, and a noisy animated conversation struck up between them. The noisy banter, all part of the occasion, didn't annoy me, especially with a good half of the support coming from English spectators. Sara however, was uncomfortable with the chatter and, tapping the large Bajan female in front of her, enquired if she and her husband would like to switch with us so they could be nearer to their friends.

Settled in our new seats, I turned to look at the female now sat immediately next to me. She was white and very familiar. She should be, I once fucked her! Just the once.

She sensed my inquisitive glance, and turned, her eyes widening, "Tom? Tom Graham?"

I smiled, "Hi." What the hell was her name? Shit. If you fuck someone you are obliged to remember her name, aren't you?

She grinned at my predicament, "Young Island, July 2007?"

Then it clicked. Long time school friend of my ex-lover Susan. Correction, bisexual school friend.

"Sophie?"

She nodded, and her husband Paul leaned forward and took my hand, "Hi Tom, it's been a long time."

"Hi guys, last time I spoke to Sue, she told me you two had broken up?"

He laughed, "That was a sex thing, Tom. It didn't work out."

Paul and Sophie were dedicated swingers and their lifestyle had led each of them, albeit it would seem temporarily, to pastures new.

I introduced Sara as my new girlfriend of twenty four hours.

Sophie whispered in my ear, "She must be special, Tom, I seem to remember they were usually long gone by breakfast!"

I turned and explained to Sara that soon after I arrived on the little private island off the shore of nearby St Vincent with my fuck-buddy of the moment Lesilia, we had met Susan in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were all making love in adjacent hammocks and she had been with whom I had assumed to be her boyfriend but was in fact her brother. A few days later we swapped partners with them, for a full 24 hours.

The next day Sophie and Paul had arrived unannounced at the resort. Sophie quickly revealed to Sue that they had come to the island hoping to find another couple to share in their liberated sexuality. Although nothing happened between us on holiday, and Sue was by now permanently glued to my cock, we did swap partners with them soon after arriving back home. Paul fucked Sue, I fucked Sophie. Just the once. All in one bed. The memory of that, and the obvious interest being shown by Sara got me hard. And I missed the first wicket to fall. Not that I cared, one lover to my right, an ex-lover on my left.

"Are you guys still in the scene?" I asked her.

"Of course," she grinned, "I heard you are no longer with Sue though."

"Much water under the bridge, she is engaged to some guy in the city."

"That's a pity," she looked wistfully across the ground, I wish she was here now, she was great fun."

I pinched her arm lightly, well aware of the fun she was hinting at, "It doesn't have to be Sue, you know," I whispered, cocking my head towards Sara, "She's bisexual too."

"Don't tempt me, Tom, I haven't been with another woman in ages, that's why I miss my best friend. She's very sexy though," she whispered.

Our attention was diverted to the pitch where Freddie Flintoff had come out to bat amid tumultuous applause. He was soon to return to the pavilion, yet another Englishman with his tail between his legs. This match was heading for disaster!

I leaned across to Paul, "Where are you guys staying?"

"At the Hilton, for two nights , it's the only place we could get a room, we only flew over this morning."

"Only two nights?"

"We're staying at Young Island and came over for the two matches."

My ears pricked up. "Have you met anyone there this time?"

"Nah, the place isn't what it was when you were there, Tom. I think the authorities cottoned on to what was going on, someone complained."

"How on earth can they stop people shagging?"

He laughed, "On the beach they can, they've installed CCTV."

"You're joking!"

"Yes, and because of that the place is half empty, word got around."

Although Sara remained silent and concentrated on watching her favourite batsman, she whispered that she was intrigued with the conversation and wondered if Paul and I were trying to set something up and, if so, she wouldn't be averse to a little partner swapping herself.

"I'll try anything once, Tom, and I can tell you have the hots for her." She had spotted the slight movement in my pants when Sophie had touched my arm. I grinned at her and turned to Paul. As if sensing my thoughts he asked, "What are you guys doing this evening, Tom?"

"Nothing special."

"Liar," Sara again whispered into my ear, "You promised you would fuck me on the beach!"

"I heard that!" laughed Sophie, "Been there, done that!"

"What do you have in mind, Paul?"

"I thought we could all have dinner together, back at our hotel?"

"Yes please," Sara whispered again, "Especially if dinner means shagging. He's nice! Is she a good fuck?"

I nodded lightly, I knew otherwise but didn't want to spoil the party. I was amused at the thought of Sara's seemingly endless desire for sex. "We would love to. What time?"

"Come back with us after the match, you can shower in our room."

Sara shook her head, "I will need to go back to the Hibiscus first to put on some knickers, folks."

"You can borrow a pair of mine, darling," grinned Sophie, "we are about the same size." I was of course hoping that neither girl would have use of the garments. I don't know what surprised me the most, the present conversation or the knowledge that Sara was commando in her khaki shorts.

"I get hot sitting down for a long time, Tom," she explained later.

"You are hot in any position, darling," I'd replied, "especially with my cock up your ass!"

Sophie had cut her previously long black hair into a cheeky bob, "It got in the way of blowjobs, Tom," she disclosed during the course of the day, "And by the way, I fancy your new girlfriend." She had a little kissable button nose set between smoky grey eyes, her lips were fuller than two years ago. Collagen I suspected. I looked forward to seeing them wrapped around my cock once again. The memory of our one and only fuck, alongside Sue and her husband became clearer. Alcohol had led us to the bedroom for a routine swap. 

There had been nothing memorable. Lick pussy, suck cock, fuck, cum. Quite the routine for swapping couples, similar to marriage! The fun part is the knowledge that you have your cock inside another married woman with your own partner's permission. Sophie's blowjobs were, I remembered, commendable!

I wondered how Sara would fare with her first swinging experience, as was obviously going to happen. For me, the real event would be to watch Sophie make love with her, as she had with my ex girlfriend Sue. The only difference was, apart from a fumble with the Goth Sooline, Sue at the time had been a bisexual virgin. These two girls, although then years apart, were very experienced.

During a drinks break, Paul and I stood with a beer at the back of the stand, while the girls remained sitting, discussing important non-sexual subjects such as shoes and handbags. Of course, we discussed the possibilities for the coming evening.

"You guys safe?" I asked." Last time we didn't need condoms."

He grinned, "I remember. Same again? We had the tests last week. You?"

"Ditto, two weeks ago."

"Shame you guys split up, Susan I mean. Sophie couldn't stop talking about Sue's cunt, and your cock. Bastard!" he grinned.

"I think you did okay with her," I replied. No one complained after sex with Sue.

"Don't tell Sophie, because she doesn't know. I fucked Sue at a party once, long before she met you. She seduced me in the bathroom, I remember we broke the towel rail when I had her from behind up against the wall."

"Yeah, she told me. Did you know she fucked her own brother?"

"No?"

"You remember Richard, on holiday?"

He scratched his head, "Sort of. Was that the guy everyone said had a nine inch cock?"

I remember being gobsmacked at the first sight of the huge appendage, "That was him, he was Sue's brother. Nine-and-a-half according to her."

"Fuck!"

"Ask Sophie sometime, she will tell you all about it. I was totally envious."

"Don't know why, from what I can remember, Sophie raved about yours."

"Thank you, not so bad yourself, according to Sue."

The reader too can find out more by reading Susan's version: 'Sex and a Single Girl' by 'Sue-in-Surrey'

"Your Sara looks very up for it, where did you meet?"

"On the plane coming out, I screwed her married sister first! Last night I fucked Sara in the ass."

"Cool, I love that, but she's not so keen," he nodded towards where we could see the girls engrossed head to head, and giggling. We assumed the subject was sex, the coming evening was looking very promising. Aware of Sophie's lack of sexual enthusiasm, I was more pleased for Sara because this would be her first partner swap.

The cricket restarted and we all sat back down, this time with the girls in the middle. I was next to Sophie. From the looks of our neighbours there was little doubt that earlier conversation had been overheard, and with considerable amusement that we now had different partners. High with excitement of anticipation of tonight's events, we settled back to watch the cricket, each lost in our own thoughts. Mine were concentrated on the woman to my right, her hand resting lightly on my knee. Sometime during the course of the match she whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me tonight, Tom, I haven't forgotten that lovely fat cock of yours."

Sara later confided that Paul had made a similar request of her.

In the lunch break we headed for the bar and split up with our temporary dates. While Paul no doubt discussed with Sara his prowess with females (I'd heard no complaints from Sue), Sophie and I caught up on the missing two years. Sue had continued to occupy her bed for a few months after we parted, and Paul had managed to weasel himself into the occasional threesome. They had swapped partners only once since our meeting.

"Why did you break up with him, Sophie?"

"Well, firstly I knew he was shagging Sue behind my back..."

"I'd like to shag you behind your back!" I laughed, "Sorry, go on."

"Then we met a married couple from Manchester that we really clicked with. Daniel and Katie. So much so that we swapped partners for a whole day and night, like you and Sue did on Young Island."

"I can recommend it!" I smiled, running my fingers up her bare arm.

She shivered at the intimate touch. "God, you're turning me on, Tom."

I laughed, "If this wasn't so public you would be able to touch my cock and feel how hard I am for you." The lunchtime beers had got me more horny for her, at the end of the day, a fuck is a fuck.

Not to be outdone she turned to me and kissed me softly on my lips, her body pressed hard against mine. She wriggled discreetly against my erection, "Mmm, I want that cock in me, Tom."

I kissed her back, "You will have it, I promise. Do you think Paul and Sara will be okay?"

She turned my head, "What to you think?" pointing towards the playing area. Our partners were leaning over the rail, arms around each other, deep in conversation. Just like any other couple except that instead of her arm around his waist and hand resting on his hip, it was in his pocket!

I laughed, "I think they are as up for it as we are. Now tell me more about the Manchester couple."

She sighed, "After the 24 hours thing we then stretched it to one week and eventually went on holiday with each others partner."

"Cool. Way to go!"

"Not really, Tom. I had really fallen for this guy, Dan he was called, then halfway through the week I found out he wasn't married to Katie, but to someone else."

"Shit."

"Exactly, and to make it worse, Katie was married too. Neither of their real partners was aware of what was going on."

I put my arm around her, "I'm glad you two got back together."

She wriggled closer, her perfume delighting my nostrils, "So am I, but it took a while. We both sulked for a month or two, in fact we nearly got divorced. The we met at a party."

"Wow, small world."

"Not really, my sister set it all up. Anyway he took me into a corner and asked me if I wasn't with anyone would I care for a fuck!"

"And?"

"He took me upstairs and we did it in the bathroom!"

"How long ago was that?"

"Last September, and neither of us have been with anyone since then, we have been too scared of falling for the other person again!"

"But what about tonight then?"

"Ha-ha, you are a good fuck, Tom, but I wouldn't want to live with you. And I don't think Paul would be capable of holding a twenty year old down."

"I did, last night," I laughed, "While I was up her ass."

She stared at me disapprovingly, "I don't like that, Tom. A finger maybe, but it's not my thing. That place is one-way only for me."

"Sara was only my second time, Sophie."

"And Sue was your first, she told me and tried to get Paul to do it but I wouldn't let him. You won't try it with me, will you, Tom?"

"Of course not. If I remember correctly your mouth and pussy will keep me well occupied," I lied.

"Promise?"

I pulled her closer and kissed her lips, "I promise. And anyway, one asshole a month is enough for me. It's fucking hard work actually." That forecast was as unreliable as the weather, I was to discover before the holiday was out. Sara's demands of an anal nature were considerable, but still well exceed by those of her vagina.

The umpires were back out on the pitch and we rejoined the other two. Paul had a big grin on his face and no doubt, if Sara had anything to do with it, something even larger in his pants He suggested that, since a sexual liaison between all of us was now inevitable, we should forgo the remainder of the cricket and head straight for the hotel.

Despite the need to copulate with our opposite partners, the three of us refused, each for a different reason. Sara was intrigued with the cricket, and it was obvious that West Indies would not take long to secure their deserved victory. Also I had paid an exorbitant price for the tickets. Anyway, Sophie declared she couldn't fuck on an empty stomach! We returned to our seats.

West Indies won the game thanks mainly to the big hitting of a guy called Chris Gayle. I won't go into detail, the scoreboard is available to anyone with a computer, and my American friends would not understand the complicated game anyway!

*

Dinner at the Hilton was, as one would expect of such an establishment, delightful. Conversely, the sex following it, on the double-king sized bed was, as expected from my previous encounter with Sophie, pure routine and, like the cricket, disappointing. 

The girls sucked on our cocks, that bit was okay! We licked out their pussies and made them cum, no complaints there! And, side-by-side, we fucked our opposite numbers on their backs. We almost came inside them at the same time. All very normal of a typical swinging session, a traditional formal fuck. 

What was more stimulating was observing my partner getting sucked or fucked, and of course the two women in a passionate soixante-neuf. The highlight of the evening was watching them suck our cum out of each other's pussies. Later, Paul and I both squirted a second quantity of spunk over the girls' faces as they licked away, eventually making each other cum amidst sounds of groaning and squealing.

Although offered, we didn't stay the night and, in the taxi on the way back to our own hotel, I asked Sara if she'd had a good time with her first ever partner swap.

"I don't know where your Sue got it from but he was a lousy fuck, Tom. I've had better attention from my vibrator. No wonder Sophie looks for other cocks. I enjoyed watching you fuck her, to be honest."

I smiled at her in the dark, "She's not much better at that either, Sara."

"Oh? You looked as though you were having a good time, and I know you came twice."

"I think we all did. It's just that when I'm inside a woman I like her to show some interest, like fucking back at me. Sophie just lies there like a wet rag. Now I realize why I failed to recognise her at first, the one and only time we had sex was exactly the same, forgettable."

"Well, I know they have invited us out tomorrow, but I certainly won't climb over you to get to him." Her eyes gleamed red in the refection of the red traffic lights as we waited in traffic in the centre of Bridgetown, "But I have to disagree about Sophie, she is a different kettle of fish."

"Good lover?"

"The best, Tom. I have had sex with quite a few girls, but she is very experienced, she really knew how to tick my boxes."

"And your clit?"

She giggled, "That too!"

The driver was watching us intently in the mirror, no doubt it was that time of the night when back-seat cock sucking got into gear. Although I was tempted to ask Sara, and being the exhibitionist I now knew she was and I knew she wouldn't refuse, my cock hadn't yet recovered from its recent exercise at the Hilton. 

I spoke more softly, "She should be good, she has been fully bisexual since she was twelve."

I told her about the time in college that Sue and several other girls had watched Sophie suck Paul off at the back of class.

"She's known him that long?"

"Yes, they grew up together, do you know they were fucking at thirteen?"

Sara laughed, "No wonder they have gone stale then. Perhaps she should be a lesbian. All the same I wouldn't mind going with her again. Do you mind that?"

"Not at all, you are a free spirit, you must do as you feel. As long as I can watch again, that is!"




Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 06



"And wank over us again, no doubt? I liked you doing that."

"Of course," I grinned. "But this time I want to cum on your mouths as you both kiss."

"Dirty boy, I love your style." We drew into the hotel grounds. "Do you have any other surprises for me?"

"I'll think of something," I laughed as I handed the driver twenty US, telling him to keep the change.

"Will you do this for me then, Tom?" she asked as we tripped merrily through reception.

"What?"

"Something that didn't happen tonight. As soon as you are ready, I want you to fuck me properly, make me cum with your cock in me. And I promise to fuck back," she grinned.

"I don't think I will find that too hard," I laughed.

The same couple that had been waiting on the landing the previous night when I escorted the two sisters to their room were in the elevator with us. This time, his bemused expression went unpunished as his girl grinned at us. They looked a little worse for wear, courtesy no doubt of the local beverage. She surprised us by speaking bluntly, her voice distinctly French Canadian.

"Great place for sex this, isn't it?"

For once I was lost for words, but Sara as usual had an answer for every occasion.

"The elevator, or the hotel?" she asked sweetly.

I laughed, a foursome in a moving elevator would surely be a candidate for the Guinness Book of Records.

"The hotel," the redhead laughed. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties. Extremely attractive, very tanned and very fit.

Sara blatantly pressed her hand onto my stiffening crotch and answered, "It certainly is. Even better when there's four."

Her partner recoiled as though he had been struck, "Sorry, we are not into that sort of thing."

Sara merely grinned and held open the door for them as the elevator reached our floor. As they retreated down the corridor, I got into the swing of things (no pun intended) and called after them, "We are in 1045 just in case you are interested." The girl stopped and, without turning, waved a hand. The guy kept walking. He glanced back at us just the once as he pulled her non-too gently into their room. 

"I think we might have turned them on," I laughed.

"I know the feeling, Tom."

In my room, we urgently ripped at each other's clothing, determined to rectify the non-event of the early evening. By the time she had unzipped my chinos I was hard and ready in my boxers. Sara stood before me in the crimson panties she had borrowed from Sophie, the wet stain of her desire clearly apparent.

"So," she said, with a gleam in her eye, and tracing her finger up my erection, "How are you going to excite me tonight, mister?"

On inspiration I opened the French doors, grabbed her hand and let her out on to the balcony.

"I took your sister out here the other night. She said it would make you jealous, knowing you like outdoor sex."

"You had sex out here with her?" she looked at me incredulously.

"Over the rail there."

"Fuck, you must have made an impression, she would never do that with James."

I pointed to the deck, a dried stain was still apparent, "There's your proof, darling!"

Naked, apart from her panties she looked down at the beach, fringed by palms, then up at the façade of identical balconies. There were still lights on in many rooms. Two balconies were occupied, both below us and both by couples, ages unidentified.

She turned to me, her eyes full of sheer lust, "Yes please, Tom, fuck me out here too, I don't give a damn who sees."

Excited by her request and, unlike my far more nocturnal adventure with Julie, I realised there was a good chance of us getting caught. I studied Sara's youthful tits, the cleavage glowing with perspiration in the low moonlight. I could smell the desire rising from her groin. Suddenly I didn't care who saw us. This very mature twenty-year-old girl continued to excite me. I wanted to fuck her, no matter where.

As with all best laid plans, circumstances didn't allow us to get very far. We were kissing hungrily, my fingers lodged deeply in an extremely wet pussy, her hand gripping my cock, when a couple emerged from their room just two balconies away. The woman appeared to be wearing some sort of gossamer gown, her otherwise slim nakedness silhouetted by the moon. I swear I could make out her pubes through the sheer material. The man, wearing shorts, was bare from the waist up. They were turned away from us, and kissing. I wondered out loud if, like me, he had an erection.

"Do you think they are going to fuck?" Sara whispered back, hardening her grip on my cock.

"Not everyone's like us, Sara."

"Well, I don't care, I want to anyway."

Without delay, she leaned back against the railing, thrusted her hips forward at me and pulled the thong of her panties to one side. Her pussy lips were open, she was wet and ready, if ever there was a woman truly on heat, this was the moment.

"Fuck me, Tom," she whispered. "Fuck me now, I want you so much."

Briefly, I glanced at the other couple, they were still kissing, but their hands had started to wander into nether regions. This was getting more exciting by the minute.

I placed one of Sara's legs on a footstool and my cock dribbled with desire as I entered her with one masterful stroke. Her groan, intentional or otherwise, was enough to cause the couple to turn, their faces now clear in the moonlight. Of course it was the Canadian guys from the elevator.

The sounds of our copulating was almost as clear as though they were stood next to us, only a few railings partially breaking the view. The woman's hand flew to her mouth, the man stood frozen to the spot. Throwing all caution to the winds, and pretending we hadn't seen our neighbours, I continued fucking my Sara, both of us revelling in the voyeurism, my glistening cock on full view as it plunged in and out of my lover's eager cunt.

Sara had a clearer view of the embracing couple, "Don't look now, Tom, they are still watching us. I swear she has got his cock out. Fuck, this is hot!"

Of course, curiosity got the better of me and I turned to look and inevitably that gave the game away. I expected the girl to turn away or leave, but instead she smiled.

But when I returned the gesture, her partner grabbed her hand and, cock waving in the breeze, he pulled her back into the room.

"Nice while it lasted," grinned Sara, turning towards the doorway, "Come on, fuck me on the bed now, it's getting a bit cold out here."

I was lying on my back with Sara astride me, her hand moistening the head of my cock between her wet lips, when there was a gentle tap-tap at the door. I quickly donned a pair of pants, doing little to hide my erection.

"You think it's them?" Sara questioned my eyes.

"Or that maid," I retorted hopefully.

It was indeed the couple from the balcony, both grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi," the woman spoke, "We are Catherine and Bob, can we come in?"

Our visitors were still dressed in their balcony wear, she in nightdress, he in safari shorts. Bob still sported his hard on, so I guessed their decision to join us was a joint one.

Unable to hide a smirk, I held open the door, "Of course."

I followed their gaze to where Sara lay naked on the bed, her fingers unashamedly caressing her pussy.

"Would you guys like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes please," Catherine quickly replied, clearly nervous. Bob couldn't take his eyes of Sara. I swear I saw a movement in his pants.

"So what made you two change your mind?"

"What do you think?" Bob replied without turning, he was absorbed in Sara's nakedness, "Seeing you on the balcony, of course. Cathy and I have talked about doing this for ages, but the right opportunity never came up."

"Yeah," his wife chipped in, just now I persuaded him we might not get this chance again."

My erection had not gone unnoticed by her, "You sure about this, Catherine? It's a big step, you know, getting fucked by someone else's partner." I didn't want any post-coital remorse.

My words were meant to excite them both, and I succeeded. Bob's eyes still glued to Sara, he lowered his pants and moved towards the bed. Sara grinned at the sight of yet another erect cock. I turned to Catherine, blatantly stroking my own excited member through my pants, "You really sure?"

Looking into my eyes she nodded and slipped the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders. For a moment the garment remained hooked on her nipples, and then she was naked. Clearly nervous, she stood before me in expectation as I extracted my cock. Her eyes widened and she reached down to grasp it as I gently kissed her and fondled her small breasts.

"Come on, let's join them."

Sara grinned widely as we approached the bed, Bob's head was already lodged between her thighs! I thought what a thrill this was for her, her first ever foursomes, and both in one night! As for me, Catherine looked a far better proposition than the lame Sophie, especially the way she already had her mouth full of my cock and was wriggling quite happily on my exploring fingers.

It later transpired that the gorgeous Catherine was a television celebrity in their hometown outside Montreal and requested our utmost discretion. For that reason only I have not written about that night in great detail but I will just say that the sex was all that our earlier encounter with Paul and Sophie wasn't. Even though we wore protection, the sex was wonderful and they both participated actively. They fucked as though they had been starved of sex for months. Perhaps they had. Even though Catherine was not bisexual and we had sex with the lights out, we all thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected encounter. Bob and Catherine stayed most of the night and Sara didn't get her consolation fuck on the beach with me, it was no longer needed! When we suggested meeting up with them again Bob said that swapping partners had long been on their to-do list, now they had done that and were moving on. In other words, thank you for the fucking, but no more thank you. All the same, we exchanged phone numbers, Bob made regular trips to Europe.

Next morning, after they had discreetly returned to their room and as we were leaving for breakfast, my mobile rang. It was Sophie. Her mother was unwell and they were going to try to get a flight home later today with BA. After our delightful session with the Canadians, neither of us were overly disappointed.

"What about your stuff on Young Island?" I asked her.

"Oh, we will be returning, maybe you would both like to pop over and renew some memories?"

"We may have gone home by then," I lied.

Sara was listening in to every word. "Bang goes my sex with her," she said with a sad tone.

"Never mind sweetie, plenty more fish in the sea if anything like last night is an indication."

"Don't worry, I shall find someone!" she smirked.

Sara, unknown to me, already had something arranged! She stared at me without speaking, deep in thought.

"What?"

"Tom, can I ask you a favour?"

I grinned and pressed her hand to my groin, "If it's anything to do with this, go ahead, be my guest!"

She laughed, then frowned. "You know much I like sex?"

"I had noticed," I grinned, lewdly stroking the hardening outline of my cock, suspecting that a fuck might be on the cards.

"Well," she paused. "I like you a lot, Tom, enough to keep seeing you back home, if that's alright with you?"

I grinned and took her in my arms, she smelt of toothpaste and I licked her mouth, prising open her lips. For a minute or two we kissed, slowly getting aroused.

"But I'm not sure if we will be able to keep up at this pace though."

"I realise that, Tom, that's why I wanted to ask you something."

"Go on."

"You and your ex, Rachel wasn't it?" I nodded.

"You said that you both had other lovers."

"Yup."

"Was that why you broke up?"

I shook my head, "No we were both okay with that, that's what kept our relationship together. A previous girlfriend showed up and I had sex with her and I didn't tell Rachel. After that we didn't trust each other."

"Oh."

Sara's interest was as clear as day. "You want us to have an open relationship?"

She nodded, "Is that such a bad thing? I think I love you, Tom, but not enough to stop seeing other people. My mum is the same, she says her sex drive is still too much for one man to handle."

"You will have to introduce us!"

Sara sighed, "I'm serious about this, Tom. I tried it with a couple of other blokes and it didn't work."

"How old were they?"

"Same age as me. They were happy to go fuck someone else, but when I cut loose, they didn't like it."

"There you are then, they were too immature. Polygamy is good with me, I am grateful for all I can get."

She frowned, "What the fuck is polywhatsit?"

I chuckled, "Exactly what we are talking about, a relationship where the partners are free to screw around but still return to each other."

"Tom, if the sex is anything like the last few days, I shan't do much screwing around, sweetie."

I took her head between my hands, "Sara, things go stale, in time you will want to fuck someone else, just as I will. It's just human nature. And you know that, that's why you asked me isn't it?"

She nodded. "Yes, I guess so, I know how I am. Is it wrong I should like sex so much?"

"Not at all, I am grateful you do. I ask just one thing though."

"What's that?"

"If either of us goes with someone else, we talk about it, okay?"

"Agreed. What if it's spontaneous and I don't have time to ask? Most of my sex has been like that.""

I laughed, "That's the best sex, I'm always up for that. Then we just share with each other afterwards..."

"Cool, my boyfriends couldn't stand that though."

"...and fuck each other's brains out while telling."

"This is going to be fun, Tom. Thank you for agreeing, I didn't want to hurt you as you are such a nice guy." 

I held her close, "It will work, it did with Rachel until I ballsed it up. So, do you have anyone in mind already?"

She kissed my nose, and grinned, "At this moment in time, yes."

She knelt down, extracted my cock and parted her lips.

We were interrupted by a brief telephone call from her sister after which she sucked me as though her life depended upon it. "Cum in my mouth Tom, you haven't done that yet."

Of course I was pleased to oblige! Ten minutes later, following a big gulp she grinned, "Thank you for thinking like me, Tom, this is going to be fun. Who shall we fuck next then?"

That question was soon to be answered!

To be continued

(c) Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 07



Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. After a romantic dinner I charmed my way into Julie's bed, joined the following morning by her promiscuous sister. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings.

Sara and I spent the next few nights together in my bed and, at the cricket we met up with some old swinging friends. The foursome that followed was disappointing, unlike the chance meeting later that night on a darkened balcony. Bob and Catherine were from Montreal and anxious to try their first swinging experience. They were not to be disappointed!

7. The Maid 

In the middle of a delicious and unexpected blowjob my mobile rang. Nobody rings when I am away so I assumed it had to be important, or of course a female requiring penile attention. It was neither, it was Julie, the married woman who I had screwed on our first night here in Barbados. She was by now firmly encamped on Antigua with her ex lover.

"Hi Julie, what's up?" Sara ceased the expert suction on my cock, but as soon as she heard the voice of her elder sister she resumed her ministrations.

"Fuck him," growled Julie.

"Fuck who?"

"Fuck my husband, that's who."

"Why? What's he done now?"

"He's only been seen in our local pub with his arms around his slutty secretary."

"Indiscreet you mean?"

"Blatant I think is the word for it, only rubbing my nose in it. Fucking cunt."

Sara looked up at me, the head of my cock dribbling on her lips, and I grinned, "That's awful, who told you?"

"Brian, the manager, I used to work there. He texted me, thought I ought to know."

"What are you going to do about it?"

With a twinkle in her eyes, Sara licked away my pre-cum. I was perched on the edge of the bed, she was on her knees.

"I am going to live with David, Tom. We have both been cheated on and I am going to have lots of sex with him, and I don't care who knows."

"Good for you, have one for me."

She paused, sounding concerned, "Why, aren't you getting any? What about Sara?"

"The opposite, darling, she's right here with her head buried between my legs."

"God, doesn't she ever stop? Put her on will you."

Sara reluctantly lifted her head off my cock and took the phone, "Hi Sis, I'm busy."

"Never mind that, I'm sure Tom can wait. I've decided I am going to leave James."

Sara laughed, "So I gathered. Good for you, the wanker never deserved you in the first place. So has this anything to do with all the recent fucking you've been getting?"

I heard a faint giggle as I stroked the combination of Sara's saliva and my pre-cum into my cock, "I'd be lying if I said no, David and Tom have opened my eyes to what I have been missing."

Sara giggled, "He's opened my eyes too. And other things!"

"Oh really, so what have you two been up to then? Or perhaps I shouldn't ask?"

"Oh, nothing much really. Just lots of sex and a couple of foursomes thrown in for good measure!"

Julie giggled, "So, nothing new then!"

"You're wrong, darling, I'd never done that before. And Tom had me up the bum. Believe it or not, it was only his second time. If you remember his cock you can imagine why!"

"How can I forget? So how did he get that fat thing up there, or daren't I ask?"

"Loads of KY and my vib in my pussy. It was amazing, you should try that sometime."

I heard Julie laugh, "I might have to, David has a big one too! Look, I gotta go, Sara, he's taking me out for the day."

"Okay, have you shagged him yet?"

"Silly question! Byee."

Five minutes later, Sara greedily swallowed my cum.

*

We spent most of the day resting on the beach, we had a another full day's cricket to follow tomorrow. Sara and I discussed our sex lives, being twelve years older than her I thought I would have more to tell. I was wrong, this girl had the sexual experience of her equally active mother.

My twenty-year-old lover told me she had already taken part in female threesomes, fucked in public toilets, buses, and in the back of a taxi. Blow jobs, foot jobs and hand jobs were routine and she had been fucked in every orifice. Sara had been tied to beds and trees, but never fucked in the sea. I told her I would soon rectify that omission. Unknown to her sister she had participated in four amateur porn films which she promised to show me when we returned home. I was soon to discover she also had something else up her sleeve. Or should I say, between her legs!

We also returned to the subject of polygamy. We had earlier agreed that, if we were to continue our sexual relationship back home, we would be free to have sex with other partners. I already had another female in mind, but I didn't realise at the time it would be within 24 hours and someone totally unexpected!

That night we made slow passionate love rather than outright fucking, both a little exhausted from the last few night's sexual activities. But one incident I shall never forget. Early the next morning, Sunday, I crept out of bed for a pee, trying not to disturb the sleeping form beneath the duvet. Imagine my surprise to find Sara sat on the toilet openly stroking a very inflamed pussy.


My cock, already with morning woody, swelled further, "I thought you were still asleep?"

She grinned, "I was, but I needed to pee."

I studied her moving fingers, "You're not peeing, you're masturbating!"

"Both darling, I often do the two together. Come and have a look."

I peered into the pan, her fingers were teasing her clit, accompanied by the occasional squirt of pee which she rubbed into the folds of her pussy.

Stunned, but immensely turned on, I remembered I needed to piss too, and moved toward the shower where I would be able to pee with a hard-on, but Sara put out her hand and stopped me. "No Tom, do it here, I will make room for you." With that she moved back on the pan and with some difficulty I pointed my hard cock into the space created.

Sara then surprised me. As I started to piss she moved forward again, grabbed my cock and directed the golden stream directly on to her pussy.

"Fuck," she groaned, "This is nice," and promptly renewed her violent attack on her clitoris. She reached her climax before I had fully emptied my bladder.

"You are a very dirty girl." I laughed at her.

"I know." She stood up, her pussy dripping, "Sit down Tom, you've seen nothing yet."

Apprehensively, I sat on the warm seat, my cock pointing to the heavens, I assumed she intended to fuck me with her pee soaked cunt. Instead, with a wicked gleam in her eyes she squatted with her lips touching my cock and whispered, "I didn't quite finish."

As she spoke, she jetted a steam of urine over my erection while holding on to my cock, bringing back memories of a similar event in the shower room of my wealthy client Kamile. The sensation of the warm liquid turned me on and well before she had drained the final drops I pulled her down on to my cock and thrusted upward into her. In that position we fucked until we both climaxed, then kissed and washed in the shower.

"I thought you said you didn't approve of pee sex, Sara." I commentated later.

"I said that because I hadn't ever done it. I wanted to try something new with you, that's all. Are you disgusted?" 

"Not at all, a Turkish lady did that once with me in the shower, I was quite shocked then. Not this time though, you caught me off guard, that's all," I added hastily.

She laughed, "I noticed, you fucked me like an animal."

I fingered her pussy, "You are an animal, darling, the most fuckable tiger I've ever had my cock inside."

"I think we are exciting together, do you mind that I am a lot younger?"

I laughed, "That's the silliest question I have ever heard!"

She was thoughtful for a while as we dried each other.

"Have you ever peed in the sea, Tom?"

"Of course I have, everyone does that."

"Good, next time you do it I want to put my hand there, and you can do the same with me." 

I laughed, "That too I have done before, I fucked the girl in the water straight after."

"Cool, will you fuck me in the sea as well? I told you I haven't done that."

"My pleasure."

"...With everyone knowing what we are doing, but they can't actually see anything!"

"You're a wicked girl. Suppose someone has a snorkel?"

"Even better, we can watch him jack off under the water!"

At breakfast, Simone the sexy black maid passed by our table and grinned at us, I wasn't sure whether the obvious wink was meant for me or my lover. With our new polygamic pact I was now more determined to fuck this delightful creature, urged on by the fact that I had never slept with a black woman. Asian, yes. Eastern European, yes. Caribbean, no.

The Kensington Oval, being Sunday and despite the inclement weather, was packed to the seams. Rooftops and trees had keen bodies clinging impossibly to them. Our own seats were in the same stand as on Friday. It didn't seem like 48 hours since we had sat next to my old swinging friends, Sophie and Paul, and fucking them the same evening. Not that Sophie fucks, she lays back and receives cock like a queen, limp and uninvolved. Sorry Sophie, I like participation with my sex. According to Sara, she was much better with another woman.

On this occasion England won the toss and once again I won't bore my American friends with technical jargon. The rules of cricket are hard to understand this side of the pond, you guys have no chance.

For the first hour Sara was unusually quiet, sex hadn't been discussed at all, another subject for the Guinness Book of Records! In the drinks break she admitted to feeling a little under the weather. The day was unusually hot, the temperature and humidity both in the high nineties, and the famous Trade winds had taken Sunday off. But rain threatened and eventually disrupted the game.

"Tom I'm sorry, I think I shall have to go, the heat doesn't usually get to me, but maybe it's all these people, I feel quite claustrophobic. And anyway, with this rain, not much is going to happen."

"Then I'll come with you." I got to my feet.

She pushed me back in my seat, "No Tom, you stay and wait for the cricket to restart, this match is going to a be thriller, I know how much you were looking forward to it, especially as your friend is playing today."

Winston, the Jamaican bowler had, on tour in England, broken up with his girlfriend, and I had consoled him with British beer. Next day I'd fixed him up with an old flame and we had remained friends ever since. Tickets to big matches were the reward for supplying white pussy!

I phoned my regular taxi guy.

"Roger says he will be by the Sobers statue in ten minutes, Sara. I'll see you after the match."

She shook her head, "Don't forget I'm going out with the girls tonight."

I remembered that last night Sara had struck up conversation with some stewardesses from BA who used our hotel for stopovers. After assuring me she would feel better after a rest, she departed with a kiss. "See you, don't fuck anyone unless they are bisexual!"

"I promise!" How true that vow turned out to be!

As promised, the match went right to the wire and England won at last in a reduced-overs contest. During the lunch break I'd struck up conversation with my neighbour, a stevedore at the adjacent seaport. When the rainstorm cleared and the game eventually restarted he asked where my girl had gone.

"A little exhausted," was my reply.

"That's cool man, keep your woman that way, then she won't stray."

"Good idea." Little did he know Sara! "You married, Grafton?"

"Sure am, man. I keep her exhausted very night, that way she don't go nowhere. But from what I hear, black women are more faithful than your white ones."

I laughed at my new friend, "I quite believe you."

Strauss hit a six into the stands and the English contingent in the stadium erupted. When we were all re-seated he continued. "You go with a black woman mister Tom, you won't want anyone else."

Thoughts of the Bajan room maid aroused me, "Really, and why is that?"

He leaned towards me, not that in this noise anyone would hear, "They love their pussies licked, man. And I mean real licked, lots of tongue, the whole goods. You do that with a black woman, you got her for life."

"I'll try to remember that," I laughed, little knowing how soon I would put his advice 

to the test.

*

High with England's unexpected win, I'd returned to the hotel by six and checked Sara's room, she had already left for her soiree. After all the recent sex I was secretly glad of a night off and, dressed only in loose boxers and armed with an evening's supply of the local brew, switched on the plasma and sat on the bed to watch Sharon Stone part her legs for the umpteenth time.

I had just prized open my second Banks when I heard the softest of knocks on the door and frustratingly I froze the TV with Sharon in the midst of her lesbian kiss. 

I peered through the spyhole, it was the delightful dusky maid, the very one who a few days ago had blatantly displayed her moist knickers and, much to Sara's amusement, licked the head of my cock. 

I opened the door, this time her breast no longer had to remind me of her name. Simone was sporting a very short green pleated microskirt, the type that only black girls can get away with without looking sluttish, a bright orange tee shirt proudly displaying her perfect round C cup breasts, and a dazzling smile. She was barefoot. I studied her closely, she disclosed later that although dark, she was not one hundred per cent Caribbean. Although she had spent most of her youth on Barbados, she had been born of a French mother on nearby Martinique, and an Irish father. Her jet black hair was naturally straight, her eyes a startling sky blue.

"A little late to do my room, Simone?" Behind my smile, I pretended to show surprise.

She returned my stare with her own wicked smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in then?"

I stood aside, "Of course, where are my manners. Can I get you a drink?"

"If you have any cold cokes I would love a rum please." Everyone in Barbados drinks rum and coke.

By the time I returned with her drink and added ice, Simone had sat on the sofa, her legs crossed, her dark skin glowing in the low light, her sexuality filling the room. She stared at the frozen lesbian scene on the screen.

Aware that she was bisexual, I said, "Sara's not here I'm afraid, she's gone to a party with some friends."

She shook her head, "I know that, I didn't come to see her, I came to see you."

My body trembled, my cock twitched, "Oh. What about your boyfriend, where is he?"

"He's gone to the same party, where else?" She grinned mischievously.

While for a moment, while my mind was confused, my cock was totally conversant with the current events. It lurched in my pants, already half erect at the presence of this sexy young girl. Following her stare at my groin I suddenly I realized I was still only wearing boxers, and my erection was very apparent to all but the near blind.

Hastily collecting my thoughts, I turned my back on Simone, and with the remote released Miss Stone from her erotic embrace. "I better change, I wasn't expecting company."

She grabbed my hand, "No, Tom, you are fine as you are. You are dressed how I remember the other day, I like that." She patted the sofa. "Perhaps you will remember how I was?" She uncrossed her legs revealing her crotch, this time protected with a narrow red strip, much thinner than the one she sported the other day in the bathroom, but as yet without the damp patch. Her intentions now obvious, I planned to change that pretty quick! If only English girls were as forward as this, Sara excepted of course!

Nervously I sat down, much as I lusted after her youthful body, I still couldn't believe that this teenage girl had come here to fuck, and on top of that, Sara might by now be coming on to her boyfriend. The physical attraction between them in the restaurant had been plain for all to see.

"Simone, tell me what's going on here, before I get the wrong end of the stick."

She giggled and placed her hand softly into the hardness in my groin. "I think I would like to get on the right end of this stick." The warmth of her flesh permeated my boxers and I jumped at her touch. Somehow, I maintained an air of calmness, although the blood was racing through my cock. Was this a set-up and her boyfriend would come crashing through the door at any moment? And yet the other day she did suck the end of my cock with obvious pleasure, if only briefly. I had cottoned on to the bisexual part of her when she had kissed Sara lightly in the groin. Sara told me after that she had actually stuck her tongue in!

"Before we go any further, Simone..." I looked down at the vertical tent in my pants, "... and it's clear that I fancy you, but I want to know what's going on." 

The reader might think I was ignoring a gift horse in the mouth but this girl was not that far advanced from the age that she was licensed to fuck. I only had her word for it that she was eighteen.

Simone let go of my cock, took a sip of her drink and moved to the bed, and I sat beside her against the pillows, our hands residing high on each other's thigh. Her flesh was burning hot.

She then went into a long explanation, "I happen to like sex, Tom, and yesterday I got talking to your friend Sara........."

*

A day earlier in the Beach Bar

Mart was cleaning glasses when his girlfriend sidled up to him and placed an arm around his firm waist. At 21 he was nearly three years older than her and at least a foot taller.

"Hi Sim, what's up?"

"Nothing honey, I just finished the ninth floor, thought I would say hello before doing the tenth."

"That's cool, I might be late tonight, big party coming in for the cricket tomorrow, a lot of TV people."

She cast her eyes around the restaurant, "It's certainly quiet now, I couldn't do your job, too boring."

Simone stood on her toes to kiss her boyfriend and pressed her hand affectionately into his groin. She started in surprise.

"Mart, you have a hard-on!"

He laughed, pushing her hand away, "Thinking of you sweetie."

"Liar! You were staring at her again, I saw you before I came in."

He grinned sheepishly, trying not to stare at the blonde sitting on the sea wall, "Well, there's not much else to look at around here today, and you have to agree she is rather attractive, for a white woman that is," he added hastily.

"Fucking sexy is my word for it!"

"Ha-ha, so you fancy her too?"

The conversation paused while Martin served a customer. As soon as he was out of earshot, she continued.

"I fancy her boyfriend actually. I didn't tell you that I walked in on a threesome the other day."

"Wow, tell me more, did they ask you to join in?"

Simone nodded. She dragged a stool behind the bar, perched her little bottom on it and unzipped her boyfriend's fly. While she fondled his dark cock she told him how she was invited to join in the erotic sex session in Julie's bedroom but declined, only to sneak a look a few minutes later. She had watched the man's cock slide in and out of the brunette while the blonde got her own pleasure on his face. 

The blonde girl called Sara had looked up and spotted Simone in the doorway and silently beckoned her to join in the fun, but Simone had shaken her head and put her finger to her lips. Sara had grinned when she realised that Simone was masturbating under her skirt. As soon as they all apparently climaxed together Simone had silently closed the door and returned to her work.

"Fuck, I wish I had your job. What did you do? Masturbate?"

"Not then, but you know me, I wanted to. But a few minutes later the blonde and the man had caught me on my knees in the bathroom of their other room. I had these panties on." Simone hoisted up her skirt.




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"Wow, that was a nice horny sight for them!"

"I realised they had come to the room to fuck and was really tempted when they asked me if I would like to join them, especially when the man flashed his cock at me."

"Was he hard?"

"Like a pole! The blonde girl got it out for him and pointed it at me. A lovely fat white cock, Mart, as you know it's something I've never experienced."

She omitted to confess that she had very briefly sucked the tip of the white man's cock, followed by a quick lick of the girl's pink pussy flesh.

"I told them that my boyfriend wouldn't approve and then fled."

All the same, she had been sorely tempted to join them as she fancied them both but had great fear of being caught, especially as she had more rooms to do. As she had closed the door she had tasted a wetness on her lips. It was the man's pre-cum! In the next room she'd idly touched herself wondering what the full load from a white man would taste like. With a glass to the wall she had listened to them fuck, timing her own orgasm with theirs. 

Martin gripped her arm as she caressed his ever stiffening cock. "I wouldn't have minded if you had, Sim, because I quite fancy this blonde woman, I've seen her eye me up a couple of times."

"I had noticed," she grinned, gripping his black rod more tightly.

As if on cue, Sara got up from the table and passed by the bar on the way to the loo, flashing them both a knowing grin as she passed, Martin's hand-held cock was out of sight below the bar.

"I think she knows I was talking about her," he laughed, knowing that an orgasm would soon overcome him if his girlfriend did not cease her stroking movement up and down his cock.

"You better hurry up then, I quite fancy her myself!" laughed Simone. She glanced left and right, then, lowering herself out of sight, took his stiff member into her mouth, tasting his liquid excitement. She sucked him hard for a full couple of minutes and he was milliseconds from flooding her mouth when he saw Sara returning from the bathroom. Quickly Simone stood up, her face flushed with excitement, her dark lips moist with his pre-cum. Sara tactfully avoided looking at them as she returned to join Tom. Martin saw she was still grinning when she sat back at her table..

"We'll finish this later sweetie and talk about what to do."

Mart gripped his sensitive cock and grinned at his girlfriend of fifteen months, "I have to finish myself off now, fancy a quick trip to the bathroom?"

"We daren't, Mart, if we get caught we will both get the sack. You go, I will wait here and serve any customers."

Mart dashed off and returned five minutes later with a big grin, and a considerably smaller cock! Simone was serving a couple of rum punches, when the customers had returned to the beach she resumed their earlier conversation.

"So what about it, Mart? Shall we do it?"

Martin grinned at her question, the intent clear in her eyes, "This will be new to us, we haven't done it with white people before."

"You really fancy some white pussy then?" She pointed to the back of Sara, "That white pussy?"

"Of course I do, just like I can tell you want your first white cock. What's his name?"

"Tom."

Martin and Simone's relationship, in common with many couples of their age group, was very much open. She discovered and acted out her bisexuality at the young age of twelve with her best friend at school. Following many years of fumbling and oral sex she finally lost her virginity to a boy at seventeen and met up with Mart a few months later. They had been lovers ever since. 

As in the rest of the civilised world the Credit Crunch had struck hard in the Caribbean, particularly within the teenage sector. Drinking, smoking and drug taking, previously excessive, was now out of the equation. Already very promiscuous, the two lovers were encouraged by friends to explore their deeper sexuality, attending private parties and sex clubs, and eventually swapping partners within their intimate circle of friends. There had never been, until now, any question of white people being involved. It was thought that they had big mouths and would be less discreet.

Some more customers came to the bar and Simone smiled, "I'd better go, sweetie. Shall I see what I can fix up?"

"Yes, it could be fun."

*

A few hours later Simone intercepted Sara outside her room, she was alone.

"Can I come in for a moment, Sara?"

Sara immediately assumed that the maid wanted sex and patted the bed beside her as she sat down, but Simone remained standing.

"Much as I would like to, I can't stop, Sara, I am already behind with my work, I came to ask you something."

Sara took her hand, "Go on."

"I hope you won't be embarrassed."

"Ha-ha, I stopped being embarrassed after my mother first caught me masturbating!"

Simone gulped and took a long breath, "Do you want to fuck my boyfriend?"

Sara's eyes widened, that very thought had been foremost in her mind for several hours, but she decided to be cautious, sensing a trap. "Why do you ask that?"

"I have seen the way you look at him, and just know, that's all."

"Do you mind that?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"So why are you here, Simone?"

"To tell you its okay for you to sleep with Mart if I can have sex with your boyfriend."

"What, Tom?"

"Yes, I have never had a white cock, and I know he fancies me."

Sara laughed, "As it happens I have never been with a black guy either, apart from a blow job in a cinema once." She sighed at the memory, recalling the mess on the seat.

"Well," Simone grinned, "There we are then." She leaned forward and kissed Sara fully on the lips. Sara, still a little stunned, gripped her shoulders and whispered in her ear.

"I have never been with a black girl either, why don't you stay?"

*

Tom's bedroom, present time

"And did you stay, Simone?" I asked her with a sly grin.

By now she had extracted my cock from it's meagre covering and was stroking it gently. I had one hand around her shoulders, the other was exploring her inner thigh, my little finger barely touching her panty crease. My first touch of her skin had excited me no end. I had, at the tender age of 32, discovered the ultra sleek silkiness of a black woman's flesh. I leaned forward and licked the faint sheen of sweat lodged between her small round breasts, before softly presenting my lips to hers. We kissed slowly, exploring each other's mouths, her lips felt full against mine, whilst her hands explored the girth of my cock.

She pulled away and shook her head, "I still had rooms to do, but I did fancy her, Tom. I've been with girls before."

Something niggled me and I held her at shoulder distance, "So how did you know I would be here alone this evening, Simone?"

"Your friend told me this afternoon."

"Sara?"

She nodded, and licked her full lips. I so wanted them around my cock again, this time with all six and a half inches inside. I looked into her face thoughtfully, "That's odd, she became sick at the cricket and went back to her room to bed."

Simone grinned slyly at me in reply, "She did, I was in bed with her!"

"Fuck!"

"Exactly! My first white woman, Tom." She looked down at the wet weeping head of my cock, "And now, hopefully, my first white man."

"No hope to it, darling, you've got it. Period!" I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with hunger. She tasty faintly of garlic, but her tongue informed me of her urgency to have sex. I stopped again and she raised her eyes in question, I wanted to know more about this afternoon. The thought of black and white girls in bed together excited me just as much as having Simone next to me ready to fuck. Well, almost!

"Did you and Sara...?

She breathed heavily into my mouth, "Yes we did, we licked each other, if that's what you're asking, and we both had lovely orgasms, very different to what you men do. She tasted lovely too, just like me. Black or white, it doesn't make any difference." Her head moved down to my cock, "Now I want to taste you. And see if you are different, I only got a little bit the other day, now I want it all."

I was about to reply with some crude comment but she put a finger to my lips and silenced me as she first licked the pre-cum off the tip and spread it down the shaft of my trembling cock. I delved into her low-cut top and cupped a warm breast, bringing a nipple to my lips. She sighed when I sucked on the little erect bud.

Simone fucked in that enthusiastic amateurish way that only an 18 year old can, breathing hard and biting my neck as we humped desperately against the edge of the bed, her eagerness almost to the point of being embarrassing; hardly surprising when I learned later that she had been a virgin up until only a year or so ago! I remember apologising for ejaculating too quickly. Well, wouldn't you in that situation? A sexy black girl, clearly on heat and desperate for her first white cock? Although my motto is 'girls-cum-first' she clearly enjoyed pleasing me and suggested it would be her turn shortly. 

We removed the remainder of our clothing and soaped each other in the shower, slowly getting aroused again. Then, after drying each other off and covering ourselves in Paco Robane, she loved the smell, we sat naked watching some soft porn on the TV, slowly caressing and masturbating each other towards the next round. Simone's pussy really intrigued me, and I was reminded of the words by the older Grafton at the cricket.

"Caribbean women love to be licked," he had advised, "Lots of tongue."

She was quite hairy down there, but the curly tight black pubes were trimmed to modest bikini lines. Her lips were a deep purple with bright pink smooth flesh inside, my first black pussy. While she remained glued to the screen I buried my face in her scented haven and took my first lick of her Bajan honey pot. She tasted sweet and divine.

I looked up at her face between her pert little tits. "Have you heard of Alphabet Sex?" I asked her, my face wet with her scented juices.

She looked at me curiously, "No, what's that?"

"Lie back and enjoy, you will see."

With my fingers I exposed her little clitoris. The tip of my tongue traced a shape on the hard pink button. She shivered and I repeated it.

"That was the letter A", I explained. "I will repeat it ten times, then letter 'B', and so on."

She groaned with the increased contact of the letter 'B', "Fuck, this is nice."

I grinned up at her contorted face, "So what do you think will be your favourite letter?"

I poked my finger into her pussy while she considered the possibilities.

Then she grinned, "I think 'W' will be nice."

We didn't get that far, she exploded on the letter S! I had a job keeping her still, her orgasm so intense, but as she wound down I slowly worked through to the letter Z where she asked me to remain until she came again. I remember her lack of surprise when I probed a gentle finger into her tight little asshole. She shared with me later that she lost her anal virginity only days after her vaginal one. I vowed to fuck her in the ass before I left the island, a promise I regrettably never kept, Sara's pussy kept me too occupied! 

She kissed my wet face passionately when I returned from her steamy private jungle. This was the type of safari I enjoyed, the pussy cat very well tamed!

"Caribbean films have proper fucking," she remarked a little breathlessly, pointing to the obviously faked screen coupling which had half her attention.

"I'll pay if you want see some real fucking," I suggested, picking up the remote, but she shook her head and grinned and, holding my stiff cock erect, installed another condom with her mouth, and promptly climbed on top of me. She kissed my lips wetly and we both gasped as she slithered down my pole.

"This real Caribbean fucking!" she grinned in my face, "And thank you for the alphabet thing, I must tell Mart about that."

And real fuck it was, in anyone's country! For a while her tight pussy assaulted me from above while I supported her bouncing breasts, she squealing in delight when I chewed on the nearest nipple. Simone then leapt off me and presented her ass in the air and for a moment I wondered if she wanted me to take her anally, but she held open her bright pink pussy lips in invitation. I took her sweet young cunt deeply from behind while she rapidly frigged herself to a third noisy orgasm. I don't climax easily again so soon with condoms so, while she calmed down I took the opportunity of once again exploring her intriguing honey pot with my tongue, my nose buried in the musky aroma of her curly pubic hair, finally teasing her tiny clitoris to another, but quieter, orgasm.

Most girls I know love to be kissed while having sex and Simone was no exception. She glued herself to my mouth when I turned her over on to her back and swiftly entered her again, this time holding her legs in the air, with her hands held down overhead on the pillow. My tongue made love to her mouth in time with my deep thrusting lower down. In this position her youthful vaginal walls were gripping me tightly but when she sensed I was ready to cum she pushed me away. 

"Cum! I want to see you cum!" she cried and pointed to her dark sweating breasts.

Immediately catching on, I whipped off the condom and she watched intently as I squirted my cream up the length of her body, making sure I covered those gorgeous young dark tits, one spurt settling neatly under her chin. To cap the erotic occasion she put one finger into a small dollop next to her right nipple and placed it between her lips! This girl obviously watched too much porn at home! 

Before now I have jetted my spunk over deeply tanned bodies, but seeing my cum plastered over the glowing dusky skin of this young horny woman made me squeeze out the final drops with even more determination. She was still high as a kite, and with sheer delight I watched her massage my spunk into her tits with one hand, paying careful attention to her engorged nipples, while with the other she frigged herself off into yet another grateful climax. To add icing to the cake, she finally leant over me and licked the remainder of the cum off my shrinking member.

"If all the women on this island like sex as much as you do, I think I shall come and live here," I laughed, still a little out of breath.

She replied, her tongue exploring my shaft and which still refused to slacken most of its rigidity, "From what my friends tell me, I am quite normal. We all love to have sex, as often as possible. And not just with our own boyfriends."

After a quick fondle in another much needed shower we both fell naked, body to body into an exhausted sleep; after all she had been working, and I'd had to struggle through a day's thrilling cricket viewing!

We fucked yet again when she woke me at dawn, pushing herself back on to me after finding me erect. Being a morning person it didn't take much persuasion to fill her with some freshly brewed man-juice while she joyfully played with herself. While lying together, our juices seeping out onto the already dampened sheet, my brain returned to its allocated position in my anatomy and I solemnly considered the stupidity of not using my one remaining condom; but Simone assured me she was clean and on the pill. Also I felt further relief knowing I was safe myself.

"Cum is much nicer without rubber," she declared, heading for the bedside coffee pot while clutching a tissue between her thighs.

I soon forgot the condom issue (forgive the pun) and was standing shaving in the bathroom when this delightful teenager surprised me yet again by squatting down and delving into the front of my boxers, feeding my limp cock into her mouth.

"This is to say thank you for my first white cock."

Despite the early morning encounter I hardened instantly on her tongue. "You said thank you last night Simone, three times to be precise."

Erotically she held the head of my cock against her tongue as she looked up at me, vigorously shaking her head, "No, no. Yesterday I wanted to fuck, you wanted to fuck, and we did fuck. This..." she paused, with a long lick over my balls and up the length of my shaft, "...this is to say thank you mister thick white cock. Now I'll give you a Bajan blowjob."

For the uninitiated who have never been to the Caribbean, a local blowjob is cocksucking a la crème. Apparently, as today I discovered to my pleasure, the woman (or male if that's your choice) performs half the job before her man prepares her some breakfast, his reward for that being 'full' completion afterward. Then she sends him satisfied off to work. After ordering room service, Simone used fingers, tongue and mouth, not forgetting the little finger in my small round hole, and quickly brought me close to the point of no return. At the knock on the door she stopped and hid in the bathroom while our breakfast was wheeled in.

"Now we eat!"

Confined to that small room, I remembered struggling through croissants and coffee in total discomfort and frustration, but the wait was well worth it. Half an hour later she sat on the bed as I held her head, fucked her mouth and exploded into her throat with a pent-up force way beyond anything I could ever have imagined. And that says a lot because I have had the pleasure of a few very sexy mouths wrapped around my cock. As she sucked out the last drops I had to ask her to stop, the excitement had turned into extreme sensitivity! And to complete the picture she merrily gulped the lot down with a huge grin! And poked out her pink tongue to prove it!

I took her hands in mine, "Simone, as you will probably guess I have had many, many blowjobs but I cross my heart when I say that was the best cock sucking I have ever known."

She grinned, licking the remainder of my spunk from her lips.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I'll tell you a little secret. Although I promised myself I wouldn't have sex until I was seventeen I sucked off my first boy when I was twelve. So I have had plenty of time to get it right."

"Wow, how old was he?"

"He was twelve too, in the same class as me. It only lasted a couple of minutes and it was very messy. But the boy, even though we didn't know what we were doing, obviously enjoyed it so much that we did it again. And again!"

"I bet." I laughed, thinking to myself I wish this girl had sucked my cock when I was twelve. At that age I was still exploring the wonders of self-satisfaction!

"Then he told his older brother about it and naturally he wanted his share and he taught me how to do it properly."

"Did he try to fuck you?"

"Of course he did, and his younger brother. It was only by giving them blowjobs that I managed to last out until I was seventeen. I promised him he would be the first."

"And was he?" Miraculously my cock was still hard, possibly assisted by the fact that, while she was talking, Simone was gently licking my balls!

"Yes. And before you ask, it was very good. He was already quite experienced because he had already been fucking other girls for a year or so himself."

As Simone sensed my increasing desire, she stroked me a little more firmly, "When did you lose your virginity, Tom?"

I recalled that night in the tent with one of my childhood sweethearts, "I was sixteen and Carol was two years older. Like your boyfriend's older brother she was more experienced than me."

With her spare hand Simone was softly exploring her wet pussy, I was still as hard as iron in her hand.

"Fancy another fuck, Simone?"

"I would love to, Tom, but I better get back home and see what Mart is up to, then I have to work."

"Sleeping, if he has any sense. He must be missing you."

Simone looked at me curiously, "I doubt that if he has the woman in bed with him that I think he has."




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"While the cat's away eh? Anyone you know?"

She giggled, "Someone you know actually." Her eyes were locked with mine.

Suddenly it dawned on me, "Sara? I know she kept talking about him."

She nodded, "Mart's fancied her since you both arrived here."

I laughed, "I think the feeling was mutual. So we've done a swap then? Is that okay with you? I sense from the look on your face it might be."

"We made a deal, Tom, I told him he could go with her if I could sleep with you. Mart and I have been having sex with other couples for some time now, it's great fun. Perhaps the four of us could get together before you go back?"

The thought of seeing Sara receiving a black cock in her favourite position from behind made me twitch in her hand.

"Obviously the answer is yes!" Simone laughed.

"Yes, I've done it before, it was really hot." I refrained from mentioning the other night on the balcony with Catherine and Bob.

She looked thoughtfully down at my cock, "Perhaps I can fix something up." She looked at the bedside clock, "Tom, I have five minutes and now I'm feeling randy again too. How about a quick wank?"

I grinned, I needed to cum somehow, "Two conditions. We wank each other and I get to cum in your face."

She quickly started to pump me faster as I fondled her sticky cunt, "Deal, I like that!"

We made it in four with her cumming on the end of my fingers, following which I climbed up her body as she wanked me off into her face. I kissed her wet nose as my cum dribbled down on to her tongue. She grabbed a corner of the bedsheet.

"Don't worry," she laughed when she saw the look on my face, "It's my job to clear it up. Yours isn't the only wet bed around here! We call this place Hotel Horny!"

She dressed hastily and, with a peep out of the door for the all-clear, she blew me a kiss and disappeared.

*

The next day Sara and I flew to St Lucia for the second leg of our cricket tour. Under cover of my jacket, she held my cock the whole way while we both shared our first experience of sex with a black girl, and she with a black cock.

To be continued

© Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 08



The story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met and made love with a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. In between those two delightful events, both sisters joined me for an unexpected ménage-a-trois. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings.

After spending a few horny nights together in my bed, Sara and I met up at the first cricket match with some old swinging friends. The foursome that followed was disappointing, unlike the chance meeting later that night on a darkened balcony. Bob and Catherine were from Montreal and anxious to try their first swinging experience. They were not to be disappointed! The following day, Sara and I both had sex with the vivacious black room maid, albeit on separate occasions.

8. A Sea Urchin called Helen

Sara's sister Julie remained on Antigua, obviously the spark was truly reignited with her previous lover, and Sara and I continued to fuck daily. And yes, we did get to watch some more cricket, the whole point of being here! This match was to be played on the second leg of our tour, on St Lucia where, on the last two days Julie rejoined us ready for the flight home. The two girls went off to the shops together, limited though they were in the little town of Castries. I chose to relax on the beach and grab the final bit of tan, and admire the scantily clothed female scenery.

Two familiar female forms who were sprawled on their backs nearby. I recognised them from Barbados, they were obviously on the same cricket tour. Neither of them could have been more than seventeen and had been accompanied by two lads of similar age. There was no sign of the male complement today.

I caught the eye of one of girls as she turned over to bake her back, her bare ass cheeks separated by the thinnest string of black material, framing the outline of her plump pussy deep beyond. I hoped some conversation might lead to an equally revealing front view! "Where are your boyfriends?" I asked.

"Gone to watch the nets, whatever that means," she replied with a strong New York accent, peering over her enormous designer sunglasses. They were tinted two shades of orange and reminded me of Elton John.

"It's where they practice for the match tomorrow," I explained, "You have a better chance of meeting the players."

"Oh."

She stretched out a formal hand, "I'm Helen and this is my cousin Janet."

The second girl turned her head and sat up without smiling, clutching at a loose bikini top. Not that she had much to hide, her sunbathing partner was gifted with far more than her share in the breast department.

"Tom," I smiled, admiring their young bodies, memories of my own youth flooding back.

"Hi, Tom, you enjoying the holiday?" They no longer had to squint, the sun had gone to lunch, hiding behind an ominous black cloud, one of many we had experienced this last week. I nodded with a grin.

"Thought so," grinned Helen, the one with the tits. "We saw you on the balcony the other night."

Shit!

"Yeah, with a woman," added the one without, with a hint of sourness to her voice.

Julie or Sara? Without thinking, I asked, "Brunette or blonde?"

"You mean you don't know?" laughed Helen.

I grinned, with a pretence of embarrassment, "Depends which night, they were different women."

"Oh, cool bastard! Blonde actually."

Of course, I wondered how long they had been watching. So did Little Tom. In my CK's he was taking considerable interest. 

"So how much did you see?" I asked, now truly curious, that third night in the Hotel Hibiscus I had taken Sara from behind over the balcony rail. Or started to, until we had company.

"You were fucking, you dirty bastard," spoke Janet in a matter of fact voice.

The sun reappeared and titless laid down turning her back on me. A rather nice ass I observed, making up for her lack of padding at the front.

"Yeah, we saw your dick," laughed her cousin, as though the sight of a hard cock had been an everyday event. I was sure that mine wasn't the first, especially with their looks, they were both slim and considerable sexy. And extremely fuckable, thought Little Tom, growing by the second.

I thought it prudent to remain silent and see where this was going, I hadn't screwed a seventeen year old since I was seventeen myself! Helen later informed me that her cousin was indeed seventeen but she herself was a year older. I wondered if I was going be thankful for that snippet of information!

She with the tits turned to face me, her breasts beautifully tanned, and so very kissable. I imagined my erection sliding between them in a glorious tit fuck. Lucky boyfriends! I wondered what else these girls had seen that night. I was soon to find out!

"Then we saw that other couple come out on their balcony and start to fool around too."

Catherine and Bob!

I nodded, "Yes, we saw them too." I omitted the fact that soon after their appearance the four of us were lustily screwing each other's partner in our one big bed! "We didn't see you though, where were you?"

"Room 1145, immediately above you," muttered Janet, trying her hardest not to be part of this conversation. "We could hardly miss you, we had a bird's-eye view."

"More like cocks-eye view!" laughed Helen. Suddenly, the way her eyes darted from my face to my groin and back again, I knew this girl wanted sex, and it would be a case of telling Sara after the event, rather than requesting permission as we had agreed upon back on Barbados.

Janet, her head half-turned, actually managed a weak smile, "What is it with these islands? Yesterday we sat and watched a couple making out in broad daylight. In front of everyone. After all, sex is supposed to be for the bedroom. Fucking disgusting is what I say!"

I shouted across to holier-than-thou, "If it's so fucking disgusting, why did you watch them then? And me and Sara for that matter?"

She muttered something under her breath and resumed her sunbathing.

Helen laughed, "Leave her alone, Tom, she's not getting any at the moment."

I gave her a salacious grin that said I could soon rectify that, but I fancied Helen much more, and I was getting signs that the sexual attraction was mutual.

"So this couple you saw making out, were they actually fucking on the beach?"

"No, not quite, I think they went to their room and did that. They were lying right where you are, Tom. But we didn't see his dick though, not like yours!"

I laughed, "I'm glad you enjoyed the entertainment!"

Helen rubbed some oil into her cousin's well-tanned back and giggled, "Only half of it though, we know where the other half was!"

So did I, with Catherine's sweet pussy soon to follow!

"Where were your boyfriends, Helen?"

"They were asleep, totally wasted. Shame, because seeing you guys turned us on."

"Speak for yourself," muttered her cousin.

Persuaded by the keenness of Little Tom, I went for broke, "Were you masturbating then?"

"Mind your own fucking business, mister," spat the titless one. So they were!

The image of these two young girls fingering themselves while watching my cock slide in and out of Sara's eager cunt made my erection lurch visibly in my CK's. For a mad moment I didn't care if they saw. In fact I adjusted myself so that Helen had a side on view! She was not slow to notice it.

The girls started whispering together followed by a giggle, and I heard a faint, "Shall I ask him then?"

"Ask me what?" I laughed.

Without warning, both girls scrambled to their feet and squatted down on the very edge of my towel, close enough to touch, far enough away to escape. My adventurous mind wondered if they were considering a threesome! The transformation on Janet's face was remarkable, I wondered what her elder cousin had said to her to arouse her interest in what was to follow.

Helen put her mouth to my ear, her breath warm with a hint of garlic, "We want to see your dick."

Caught unawares, all I could manage was to ask why. I whispered back that a cock is, after all, just a cock.

"Because that other night it looked fucking huge and we want to see if it's real, and that room maid told us too!" she replied huskily. If I wasn't mistaken, this girl was on heat!

The reader may not be surprised to hear that I have been here before. Once in my young teens at school, a bunch of girls, egged on my girlfriend of the moment, had requested exposure of my unusually thicker appendage. Promised a hand job by the then thirteen-year-old, I had given in, only to be surrounded by peals of laughter. I was not amused, and my small fat erection had shrunk to nothing! 

On a much more recent occasion, on a near deserted train to Newcastle, I had fallen asleep only to waken with a tremendous and very visible hard-on. The rather attractive middle-aged woman opposite, with a bemused expression had, after checking we were unobserved, requested a more revealing view of my excitement. Aware that I had been without pussy for several months, and like a fool, I agreed. Cautiously unzipping my pants, I produced my erect cock, wrongly assuming that at some stage in the not too distant future she would be agreeable to having it inside her.

"Very nice," she had remarked, her eyes wide, "Much bigger than my husband," and with that she got off at the next stop. As a consolation I enjoyed a quick wank at the first private opportunity at my destination, while deliberating on what might have been! Especially as I had more to offer her than her husband.

Added to those two occasions I have received envious glances from lesser acceptable sources, at adjacent urinals.

Helen was being persistent and looked around the beach, "Come on, no-one will see."

But history had taught me a lesson. On this occasion, with these two young girls I would impose a special condition.

"If I show you my cock, you show me your pussies."

Little Tom, now fully erect in his confined space, was all but displaying himself, the head millimetres from exposure. He now wanted his fair share.

Helen laughed, "Just like me and my brother when were little kids, "Show me yours, and I will show you mine!"

Janet however was not amused, she tore her eyes away from the bulge I was now blatantly displaying and eyed me with distaste, "Fuck off, no way, mister."

I covered my erection with my hands, "Sorry, no deal then."

But her cousin persisted, "Come on Jan, no harm in that, after all the boys see our pussies all the time. And don't forget those photo shoots we did for that porn mag. Tom here is just another bloke. He's probably seen loads."

I nodded, but tactfully omitted that it was some sixteen years since I had seen a seventeen year old one in the flesh, the delicious cunt of Carol, moments before she'd slid it down on to my cock for my very first ever fuck.

Janet had her hands between her legs as if the bikini briefs were not enough to hide her treasure trove, "I'm not sure, Helen, what would Mike and Steve think?"

"Are you going to tell them? They didn't tell us about those two girls they were snogging after the cricket. This will be our secret."

God, I thought, anybody would think we were setting up a three-way fuck, this was only a cock flash! I put my foot down, "No pussy, no cock!"

Janet suddenly stood up turned away and, facing the sea, spoke to no-one in particular, "Sorry, I'm not going to do this."

Ignoring her cousin, Helen stared at me as I crudely stroked my erection, releasing a visible drop of pre-cum into the cotton of my KC's, "I'll settle for one pussy for one cock."

That was enough for her. She grinned, reached down and pulled the gusset of her bikini thong to one side exposing a beautifully shaven slit, the soft lips glistening in the sunlight. A small immaculately shaved triangle of pussy fur adorned her lower belly. I was hooked.

"Your turn, Tom," she grinned at the lust that had taken over from my normal eyesight.

Checking for onlookers, I eased the waistband of my trunks down over the length of my throbbing erection. Little Tom did me proud, he was at full mast, and no wonder, he was in desperate need of pussy. Sara's period had arrived and we hadn't copulated for three days, and her ass was a little sore from my recent insurgence in there. As a result I had been restricted to blowjobs.

Unable to resist a peep, Janet looked over her cousin's shoulder, and both girls' eyes widened as I presented my cock and balls on full show.

"Fuck!" was Helen's response. I was used to it.

"Shit, it's so fat!" exclaimed Janet, her hands between her legs. I wondered what she was hiding. "How the hell do you manage?"

"Do you mean as in fucking?" I asked with a grin, lewdly stroking a grateful Little Tom. With mouths both open they watched transfixed as I squeezed out a further drop of love juice. Helen gasped when it dribbled in a long strand down on to the sand.

She nodded, "Yes, Tom." Her cousin's hand was now moving imperceptibly in her crotch. She was more turned on than she would admit!

Helen, her mouth still open in what I took to be wonderment, shook her head, "How can you possibly get that in a pussy, Tom?"

"Try me and see," I laughed. Helen's young honey pot was still on view, she'd made no attempt to cover it up.

"Right, that's it!" exclaimed Janet. She turned around, gave her half-naked cousin a withering look and gathered up her towel and beach-bag. "I've had enough of this. You coming, Helen?"

Without removing her eyes from my cock, Helen replied, "No, I don't think so, Jan, I'm okay here for a while."

"Well, if Steve finds out, don't blame me." With a final glance at me, she stormed off. But she only got a few steps away. Thoughtfully she stared back at us both and then surprised us with a wide grin, "Have you got some condoms, sweetie?"

Helen looked up at her sweetly, "Why do you want those, darling? I thought you and Mike weren't getting on?"

Janet laughed, she was pretty when she wasn't pissed. "I meant for you, Helen."

Helen shook her head, "That's the last thing on my mind dear cousin, now fuck off and leave us alone."

As it happened it truly was the last thing on our minds!

"What was her problem?" I asked, after she was out of sight, "It's only a cock."

She looked at my appendage, still remarkably erect after all the banter, "That's not just a cock, Tom, that's a secret weapon! As for Jan, her boyfriend has been ignoring her since Barbados, I think he has another pussy lined up. Don't get her wrong, give her five minutes and she will be frigging herself silly. She's a bit shy, that's all."

Helen's openness surprised me, it must have shown on my face.

"Anyway, this is about you and me. You have a nice cock, Tom." She moved closer, I swear I could smell her sex, she was still holding her thong to one side. "I haven't seen many but this is the prettiest."

Pretty? A cock, pretty? That was a new one. I replied in kind, "And if I may say so, your pussy is very sweet."

She looked down at her delicious little slit and parted the lips, exposing the soft pink flesh inside, already awash with her sexual desire, "Do you think so?"

"Oh yes, I have no doubt. I'm sure I have seen far more of these than you have seen cocks, and yours looks very tasty."

"Tom!" she laughed with mock disapproval.

"Just an observation, Helen. I assume she has been tasted?"

She nodded slowly, and then came the moment which decided my fate for the next couple of hours. Sorry Sara, we knew this would happen, only not quite so soon! Helen looked at my cock, and asked the obvious question, "May I?" I nodded.

She wrapped a small hand around my girth, grinning up at me as she tried without success to make her fingers meet. Questioning her eyes, my hand gravitated to her groin, and she nodded. As my finger slipped into her wetness, her next words surprised me yet again.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Whatever gives you that idea?" I grinned, exploring her silky smooth flesh.

She laughed, "Oh, just this little thing in my hand has given me a hint." I had dribbled yet more pre-cum into her palm. She looked down, "Plus where your fingers are."

A couple with a young child chose a most inconvenient moment to invade our part of the beach and we quickly covered up.

"I fancy you, Tom!"

I stroked her dark curly hair, "I can see that Helen, but you are only seventeen..."

"Eighteen," she corrected me, "Two weeks ago."

"Okay, eighteen then," I laughed with a secret sigh of relief, "And I am thirty two, doesn't that worry you?"

"With that dick, Tom, who cares? Besides, my first lover was older than you. And he was far better in bed than Steve will ever be. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"I am nearly young enough to be your daughter, do you have a problem with that?"

I laughed, "No problem there, my current girlfriend Sara is only two years older than you."

As if by unspoken mutual agreement, we were already packing up our belongings and making haste back to the hotel, the desire for each other's body exceeding all common sense. Anyone with even an inexperienced eye could perceive the lust we had for each other and where we were headed.

"What about her? Your girlfriend? Sara wasn't it?"

I told her about the open relationship Sara and I had just agreed upon and Helen whistled, "I think I would like sex to be with more than just one person all the time. I would love a relationship like that."

I questioned her eyes as my arm gripped her waist, "Perhaps you are about to start one?"

In the elevator, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed me and my hands cupped her half-covered breasts for the first time, they were still hot from the sun.

Then she backed away, and studied me like the older man I really was, "Do you really want to fuck me? Or are you just being polite?"

I grabbed her hand and placed the palm on my erection, which I had hidden behind the beach towel, "You think this is politeness? Of course I want to fuck you, what sane man wouldn't!"

"Damn, you feel huge, just how do you suppose you are going to get this thing inside me?"

"We'll manage," I promised, "No pussy has rejected me yet!"

We reached my floor and the doors opened, and this time, as there was no jealous couple to greet us, I pushed her up against the corridor wall and thrust my tongue down her throat. She responded instantly by pressing her belly against my erection, and wriggling against it. What this girl lacked in years, she certainly made up for in enthusiasm. As we tripped along the corridor, she confirmed this when I asked her how many boys she had been with to date.

"I've slept with eight guys, Tom, and probably sucked off a dozen more. There's not much to do in the village where I come from."

"Wow, when did you start, if that's not too personal?"

"Blowjobs or fucking?"

I laughed, "Both?"

"I held my first cock when I was eleven, Tom, and sucked the same boy a year later."

"Wow! That beats even me!" We had reached my room, and I fumbled in my beach bag for the key, "What about full sex?"

"Fourteen, although neither of us really knew what we were doing."

As I held open the door for her, she looked reflective, "God, that's five years ago now, I guess you would call be an old hand at sex now! What about you, Tom?"

I have been asked that question so many times that I have the answer ready on file, "Not counting you, Helen, twenty-three. And I didn't get my cock sucked until I was thirteen."

"Fuck, you must be worn out!"

I laughed as I unlocked the bedroom door, "Not really, most of them were in my teens. I tend to save it up now, I haven't had sex for four days."

She laughed as she surveyed the untidy room, it hadn't been made up yet, "That beats me, "I nearly jumped on Steve as soon as I had seen you fucking your girlfriend that night."




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As I looked at the unmade bed I wondered what Sara's reaction would be if she caught us copulating on it. But recalling what she and her sister Julie had told me, she had seen it all before. Spotting the evidence of my early morning blowjob I discreetly pulled up the covers.

I stared at my new lover with total lust. As if reading my thoughts Helen asked me to kiss her and, as we lustily snogged, I forced two fingers into the slippery cavity of her young pussy. She had two hands working on my stiff prick.

Suddenly I heard a noise from the far side of the room, and pushed her away, only to realise it was the air-con kicking in.

"What's wrong Tom? Don't you want you to fuck me?"

"Of course I do Helen, if you must know I want to fuck the ass off you, but I am still a bit unsure. After all, you only wanted to see my cock, all a bit of innocent fun. And your cousin didn't approve at all."

Helen gave me a winsome look, pulling me back against her full tits, my cock prodding at her belly. "Fuck Janet, it's me here with you, not her, and I want your cock in my pussy."

Helen placed her hand under my trembling balls and stroked them gently, "Unless of course its her you want to fuck instead of me? I could ask her if you like but I think she might refuse because she has stiff plastic company of her own at the moment, probably inside her!" She squeezed hard on my cock as if to prove the point.

I changed the subject as I stroked her tight round ass, "How much did you two really see that night?"

"You want to know the truth?"

"Sure, I'm a big boy now!"

Helen leaned down and kissed the head of my cock for the first time, "Yes, I can see that!"

Licking her lips, she continued, "While you fucked your woman, Jan and I masturbated."

"So I was correct! Each other?" I asked tentatively.

"No," she laughed, "I guess that might happen someday, but not with her, too close too home. I'm not totally turned off by the idea, but I want it to be discreet, someone who doesn't know us."

"Sara is bisexual. I could arrange that."

"Hmm, I thought she might be, the way she looked at me the other day."

So my new girlfriend had been eyeing up the female talent as well as shagging her fist black guy! Suddenly I didn't feel guilty about fucking this teenager. I led her to the bed, but she remained standing, "I haven't finished, Tom."

"Go on."

"After I saw you that night, I was determined to find out more. Jan and I have been watching you for days. We sat near you on purpose on the beach just now."

We removed our small amount of clothing and with a soft whistle I admired her perfectly rounded breasts. Her nipples were small but hard as bullets. We stood naked together, each hesitant in that brief exquisite moment before our bodies would become one, thrusting together in aggressive lust, the outside world oblivious to our desire to consume each other in unmitigating passion.

We fell back together on the large bed, laughing, touching, kissing, her hand gripping my cock, my own fingers once again exploring the depths of her young pussy, just as I had all those years ago with another teenager named Carol. Then, in a certain tent it was simple single-minded fornication, two innocent teenagers banging away, learning how to assuage our sexual needs, without any care in the world. Today, Helen and I we were about to have secret sex, I was about to fuck someone else's girl barely hours after my new girlfriend and I had made a pact about open sex. Those thoughts were rapidly lost to me as we selfishly started to feast on each other's willing body, my lips wrapped around an enlarged nipple, her hand trying to draw my cock between the lips of her very available cunt.

"Please fuck me Tom, I have waited several days for this. Put your thick cock in me. Pretend I am that woman on the balcony, shall we go and fuck out there?"

Despite the exhibitionist that I am, I declined, "Too many people on the beach, Helen. Children too."

"Another time, in the dark maybe? It excited me so much that night, watching you fuck that Sara."

She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her now very lubricated slit, but I grabbed her hand.

"Be patient, Helen, I have something else to do first." Forcefully, I pushed her back on the bed and lifted her thighs in the air, exposing her glistening sex in its full glory.

"Mmm, a dominant man, this is new."

I imagined that many males would fuck this delightful girl upon request, but I wanted to give her a different pleasure first. I could see the moisture of her arousal and I could smell it too. The girl was totally on heat and wanted cock. My cock. But first I wanted the pleasure of tasting her. I know a lot of men lick their women purely out of duty to give them pleasure, but I also get off on that delectable taste of pussy, and each and every one is different. Helen's was no exception as in one movement I grabbed a breast and slid my tongue as deep as possible straight in to her delectable soaking slit of love.

Shit!" she yelled, heaving her hips upward as if to make me go in deeper. Inside she was silky smooth and of course extremely wet, her love juices seeping out on to my caressing lips. As I rapidly tongue fucked her, my nose came into contact with her clitoris, making her jump. I was astonished when she told me that was ready to cum.

"You horny bitch," I muttered.

"Tom, I've been touching myself on and off all day wanting you, and seeing your cock on the beach really got me going."

I attacked her pussy with tongue and fingers, and inserted a finger in her tight little asshole just as she started to shake.

"Fuuuuck," she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body. I had to hold her down to maintain mouth to pussy contact, my tongue continuing to enjoy servicing her clit, until she eventually cried out for me to stop.

I moved up her body, my mouth glistening with her cum and I pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue shot out, savouring her own flavour.

"You like the taste of your pussy then, Helen?"

"Mmm, I taste her all the time, it turns me on."

"Maybe one day you will taste someone else's?"

"Maybe, but just now I happen to like cocks. And talking of cocks," She reached down for my throbbing erection which had been secreting juices onto her thigh, "When are you going to put yours in me then?"

Grinning, I eased forward on to my knees, my cock at the ready, her pussy inflamed and waiting. Suddenly the memory of the last pussy to encompass my cock flashed before my eyes, Sara impaling herself on me on the toilet seat, and I suddenly remembered that I was unprotected.

"Fuck!" I groaned.

Helen grinned at me over her heaving breasts, "Yes please, honey."

"No, I didn't mean that, I left my condoms in Sara's room."

Helen sighed and muttered something incomprehensible She turned on her side, opened her beach bag and produced several foil packets, holding one of them up to the light, "What flavour do you prefer, Tom?"

I laughed as I rubbed my throbbing erection up and down her wet slit, "I don't care, I shan't be tasting it!"

I reached out for the packet but she retracted her arm and looked at me pensively, "Who have you shagged recently?"

I realised where she was coming from but still asked the question, "Why do you ask?"

"I hate these fucking things, I like the feel of a real cock in me, not some bloody rubber. I do get the tests done regularly, and so does my boyfriend. And anyway, he hasn't fucked me in ages!" 

Realising she was serious about going bareback, I excitedly counted off my recent sexual encounters, "Apart from Sara and her sister, I haven't been unprotected with anyone, and I trust them up to the hilt." I omitted my evening with the room maid Simone, who had assured me that being in the swinging scene, she and her boyfriend Martin were up to date with the STD tests.

Helen threw the packet on the floor, "Good. Will you now please fuck me? Just like you did with that other teenager in that tent, with that nice fat cock?"

Tempted that I was to experience that delicious feel of flesh against flesh, I was still uncertain about Helen, she could be just so horny that she was willing to take a risk. I climbed off the bed to retrieve the condom and sat on the carpet, my cock pointing to the ceiling, and tore open the foil.

"God, that's a sight for sore eyes," groaned Helen, her eyes looking down at my cock, and leapt off the bed and joined me on the floor. Before I could install the rubber, she had impaled herself on me, kissing me hungrily as she slid sweetly down my pole. We were both amazed at how easily I slipped into her. "Now fuck me you delicious bastard, fuck me hard."

I sighed, so much for caution. In that position she would be the one to do the fucking, and she did so, with abandon, bouncing eagerly up and down on me, achieving maximum penetration. All thoughts of safe sex had gone clean out the window.

But I was no longer eighteen like her, I was now a 32 year-old red bloodied male and wanted to fuck this bitch, hard. I pushed her off me, rolled her on to her back, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, pressed her arms over her head, and plunged back into her. She groaned at my sudden dominant invasion of her cunt as we humped violently together on the floor, both seeking urgent release, and it didn't take long to achieve. 

With the knowledge I was fucking my first eighteen year old in fourteen years, I was the first to cum and blasted my spunk deep inside her with all the force I could acquire. Realising she was close herself, I withdrew my cock and rubbed the spunky head on her clit, ramming first one finger, then two, none too gently into her asshole, making her scream again. I wondered if she would be heard in the rooms either side and then grinned when I assumed that, in a hotel full of young virile people, the sound would have been expected rather than frowned upon.

As we lay panting heavily, the sweat rolling off us, we sat up and leaned against the side of the enormous bed.

Helen gasped, "Fuck that was good. I really love older men, Tom."

"Thank you, what we thirty year olds lack in stamina, we make up for in quality!"

She looked over her shoulder and laughed, "A beautiful king-sized bed and we had sex on the fucking floor!"

"I was just being considerate to the maid," I joked, realising I was still clutching the redundant condom.

"Fuck the maid," she replied, and then grinned.

"I did, last week, in Barbados" I grinned.

She grinned, "If she's the one we had on our floor, I don't blame you! I quite fancied her myself."

"You could have had her if you'd asked, Sara did!"

"I remember her now, and her boyfriend behind the bar. I would much rather have screwed him!"

"Helen, you are incorrigible."

"If that's a compliment, then thank you, kind sir."

She then did something which drives me nuts, in a nice way.

She leaned over the bed to the retrieve the condom packet, presenting from the rear some very spunky pussy lips, and my cock immediately ceased its decent towards slackness. As if expecting my reaction to this erotic display, she didn't change position, and I moved in and grabbed her ass.

She groaned, "Oh yes, Tom, do me in there."

For an instant I wondered if she was expecting me to enter her asshole but, although still excited, my cock was not yet quite hard enough for that, and her pussy was so invitingly wet that I simply slithered into the recently vacated sticky cavity of her body. As she leaned over against the bed I gripped her hips and fucked her hard with the very recent memory of doing the same to Sara over the balcony rail only a few nights ago. I hardened and shafted her faster, all the time she was squealing and uttering words of filth, no doubt learned from her previous lovers.

I moved to put a finger up her ass, but she quickly pushed my hand away and pointed to her beach bag. As soon as I stretched across her and reached inside, feeling the outline of a small vibrator, I realized her intention.

Slowly fucking her soaking cunt, I inserted the toy slowly into her ass. When cock and plastic were both fully hidden from view I fucked both holes alternatively, cock in, vibrator out and vice versa. I reached under her sides and grabbed her swinging breasts, the movement forcing me even deeper inside her, the vibrator momentarily stationary in her ass.

"Tom," she gasped, "Which vibrator is it?" She had more than one?

I eased the tiny weapon from her cunt and examined it, "Thin purple thing with a black end."

"Good," she gasped as I returned it and hit rock bottom, "Turn the black bit, switch it on, I so want to fucking cum."

While I wondered to myself why this girl would keep a vibrator in her beach bag, I twiddled the knob, and together we immediately transcended up to another level. Through the thin membrane of her anus I now had a vibrating cunt and the feeling on my thrusting cock was sensational. Helen was cumming before me and not even touching herself and that triggered my own climax. I don't believe I could have shot my semen any deeper into a woman than at that moment.

I held my cock inside her, both of us enjoying the hot pool of liquid I had deposited deep inside her pussy. As the spunk started to seep past my cock she collapsed on the bed with me on top of her and we both wound down, both of us covered in a slick sheen of sweat.

For a few minutes we laid there silently, my cock twitching in her cunt, her vaginal muscles gripping me in reply, her ass suggestively moving against my belly. I did believe she wanted to go again, but for the time being I was beaten and slowly pulled out. Carol turned on to her back and, leaning forward, watched my spunk seep from her pussy. Concerned for the sheets, I made to reach for a tissue, but she stopped me.

"Let the maid do that, Tom, she must be used to what goes on in here!"

"All the same..." I objected, my fingers idly spreading the cum off her lips and on to her thighs.

"Tom," she sighed, "With the greatest respect, what we have done is nothing. You should see the state of my bed after Steve has cum, he shoots all over the place!"

"Really?" My spunky hand strayed to my cock, trying to imagine the scene.

Seeing me stroke my cock, my young lover picked up the vibrator, still buzzing away, and with it spread my cum over her clit. I wondered how many times she had masturbated with the toy? I started to wank with her!

Startled, we heard a knock at the door. It was the maid, but on this occasion she did not come in. Clearly this one was not interested in watching couples fuck their brains out!

I would love to tell you that Sara chose that moment to come back from shopping and catch Helen and I in mid-intercourse and make up a horny threesome. But it didn't happen.

In fact it was several hours before she and her sister reappeared and Helen had been long gone, but not before I received a delicious blowjob as farewell. We agreed that, with more cricket tomorrow and the plane home the next day, it was unlikely we would fuck again.

Helen had experienced her first truly fat cock and she now appeared to be satisfied on that point. I did wonder about her cousin Janet though. Tits or no tits, she also had shown considerable interest in my appendage! I acquired her phone number from Helen!

To be continued

(c) Tom Graham April 2009



Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 09



The story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met and made love with a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. In between those two delightful events, both sisters joined me for an unexpected ménage-a-trois. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings.

After spending a few horny nights together in my bed, Sara and I met up at the first cricket match with some old swinging friends. The foursome that followed was disappointing, unlike the chance meeting later that night on a darkened balcony. Bob and Catherine were from Montreal and anxious to try their first swinging experience. They were not to be disappointed! The following day, Sara and I both had sex with the vivacious black room maid, albeit on separate occasions.

To round off my Caribbean holiday, I was approached on a St Lucian beach, by two girls. The older of the two, the eighteen year old Helen proved to be very willing company of the horizontal kind! Exhausted and getting a little sore, it was now time to return home. 

9. Dirty Carol

On the return flight, the three of us sat together and compared notes. By all accounts Julie'd had nearly as much sex with her lover as Sara and I, and that was going some!

"Richard has asked me to come out here and live with him," she declared after a couple of stiff drinks.

"You're really serious about leaving James this time then?" Sara looked at her sister in surprise.

Julie nodded. "First Tom, and now Richard, there's a whole new world out there for me darling. But what about you and Tom?"

Checking that no one was looking, Sara squeezed my cock, "I think I might just dump Stuart and stick with this fellow for a while."

"Who's Stuart?" I quizzed her.

"History, darling," she laughed, "As from tomorrow!"





Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 09



"No, Tom, please stay, this doesn't change anything does it, Carol?"

"What do you mean?"

"You are obviously still bisexual, otherwise you wouldn't be here right now, and it's clear that I am too because Tom set this up."

"Do you think we can be lovers then, even though we are sisters?"

"Who cares? I remember I always fancied you anyway."

"I like you too, but do you think we should?"

This time I did leave the room, this was something for the two of them to sort out between themselves. "Going for some drinks, girls."

I gave them ten minutes when I heard one of them call out my name.

The vision that presented itself before my eyes made me put down the drinks. Carol and Sara were sat up together in my bed, their underwear placed pointedly on the covers, their breasts inviting attention. Legs apart, two available pussies.

They grinned at me and I extracted my cock. It's going to be a long night!

On those delicious words I end my story. The Caribbean is a wonderful place to have sex, but remember to take a female (even the property of someone else!) rather than banking on available pussy once there. As I have discovered on more than one occasion, if you have a woman with you, then you will probably attract another one. Read "24 Hours" and see what I mean. Like this one, it's a true story, only the sex was beefed up a bit! I hope you enjoyed reading it and welcome your comments, and votes.

The End?

© Tom Graham April, 2009