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Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 01

By: sue_in_surrey



Hi, my name is Susan Marshall and I live in a little village near Woking in Surrey. This is the story of my life so far. While the sex has been exaggerated a little, and the names changed to protect the innocent, and even the not so innocent, the locations are very real and my story is absolutely true.

For ease of reading, and no doubt self-titillation (boyfriend's suggestion!), I have divided this into several chapters. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have writing it.

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Chapter One -- Mutual masturbation

I was very young when I was first introduced to Richard, my step-brother-to-be. He arrived accompanied by his father who, like my own mother, had recently broken up with his partner. With this in common, Rich and I became very close friends and for most of our adolescent years we became inseparable. We had no secrets from each other and discussed everything together. Tall and good looking with long dark hair, but intensely shy, he was the envy of all my girlfriends, but he never brought any home. In contrast I was the outgoing one, and teased him relentlessly, endlessly insinuating that he might be gay.

By the age of eighteen my breasts had filled out to a C and I was getting very interested in boys, and for that same reason, they in me. Rich, nearly two years older, still only had eyes for 'boys' things like racing cars and computer games. It was around this time that one of my school friends remarked that her boyfriend had noticed that my brother had a longer than normal penis. With a laugh I was able to confirm that I already knew that snippet of information, adding that I had once seen it pointing in a completely different direction!

Nothing more happened after the shower incident, I was spending quite a lot of time with one boy David that I really liked, doing my best to defend my virginity but failing dismally on a park bench late at night on my eighteenth birthday. He called it an amazing experience but knowing what I know today it was nothing to write home about, very painful and decidedly messy. We broke up after that, but what I had noticed was how much smaller he was than my later boyfriends, and way out of sight of my brother.

One Friday, about a year later, there was a power cut at college and we were dismissed early. I had been snogging with a tentative new boyfriend in the lunch hour and arrived home soon after feeling extremely horny and anxious to get out a picture of my favourite pop star of the time, and do what a girl has to do in the privacy of her own room. 

In the rush I couldn't find my front door key and scooted around the house to find the back door unlocked. I knew my brother was home, he was currently working night shifts at the local Tesco while on a uni break. I heard the TV playing and imagine my shock to find Richard sat on the sofa with his pants around his ankles, furiously rubbing away at a long stiff cock. And of course he was watching porn. From the explicit heterosexual scene on the TV I immediately cancelled any of my previous gay thoughts of him.

For a moment we both froze, my hand to my mouth, he trying unsuccessfully to ram his huge lump back into his pants. Before he could say anything I ran to my room in a mixture of shock and delight, dropped my own pants and attacked my pussy with relish! But before I could really get going there was a knock at the door.

"What do you want Rich?"

"Please can I come in?"

I pulled up my knickers, smoothed down my skirt and opened the door to a very shaken looking brother.

"You better sit down," I patted the bottom of the bed.

Hesitantly he perched on the edge of the duvet, looked at the floor and started to splutter. 

"Sue, I am so sorry, I didn't realise you..."

I patted his arm lovingly, interrupting his hastily prepared speech. 

"Hey, it's okay. What you were doing was perfectly natural. It's no big deal, even if it was a bit public," I grinned. The vision of that big cock was firmly embedded in my mind.

He looked up at me, looking only slightly relieved. 

"Really?"

"Of course, I do it all the time. If you must know, I was just about to have a go before you came in. I've been horny all day, so now fuck off please."

But he didn't budge, his eyes widening in interest. Then he frowned. 

"But why do you need to do that? You've got a boyfriend you sleep with."

I laughed at his naivety.

"You mean David? We broke up, he's a wanker."

"He seemed okay to me, you said the other day that he was a good shag."

"Yeah, but I know better now. Apparently a boy is supposed to make a girl feel nice when he fucks her. He only shagged me for himself. There's a new boy in class who turns me on loads more just by kissing. That's what we were doing at lunchtime."

Richard remained silent. He always did for a while when I discussed sex with him, I knew he was envious of my sexual experience, limited though it was. Although I would never embarrass him by asking, I was convinced he was still a virgin. 

"Anyway, I still like to touch myself, whether I'm having sex or not. It happens to feel nice for girls too you know, so bugger off please."

Still he didn't make a move. "I'm still sorry you caught me though, I wasn't expecting you home."

"Obviously not." I grinned pointedly at his crotch, "Nice cock though, that one would keep any girl happy!" I could clearly see the outline of it in his joggers, and my pussy was really tingling, now in desperate need of my attention. All of a sudden I wasn't so keen for him to leave so I started to tease him.

"Now if that had been Mina, she wouldn't have been as polite as me, I bet she would have stayed and watched you finish."

Mina was Asian and a friend in a previous class but had left school early. She was now a supermarket cashier who had recently told me that she had the hots for Rich, but he had missed the opportunity because she was now shagging some married guy who had chatted her up while doing his shopping. She was an incredibly sexy girl and a self-confessed bisexual, the first of many I was to meet over the next few years. Mina often came on to me equally strongly, I guess she must have sensed there was something lurking deep down in me wanting to be awakened. If I had been that way inclined at the time I would have gone with her like a shot. So I guess Rich and I both missed an opportunity there. Many years later however, when I did eventually emerge from the female closet, so to speak, I sought her out and we spent a very pleasant sexy weekend together, much to the envy of my boyfriend of the moment, and the ignorance of her own absent husband!

Richard surprisingly gave me a disgusted look. "She wouldn't like to watch something like that, she would think it weird, she's too nice for that sort of thing."

I hugged his arm tightly with mine. 

"Richard, dear brother, no one is too nice for sexy games, I happen to know that all boys like to wank, and sometimes it turns us girls on to watch them do it. I bet she would love to have seen you stroking that big cock of yours, and I don't think it's weird at all. I would certainly enjoy watching you.

His eyes flared. "You're kidding. Would you really?"

I grinned, "Yep, really." To tempt him I uncrossed my legs, giving him a quick glimpse of my panties. They were damp, but not visibly so. 

"You're not serious."

"Yes I am. David and I used to do it all the time before we started full sex. I would watch him stroke himself while he watched me finger myself, it was dead sexy. And fun too. I used to cum very quickly when I saw him shoot his cum into the air."

Immediately I said that I saw a distinct movement in Rich's pants. He knew I had seen it and placed his hands in his lap. Suddenly I wanted those hands to be mine, I wanted to see that magnificent cock close up, my hands wrapped around it, stroking it, making it shoot lots of cum, maybe even suck on it. I decided it was time to get personal.

"What do you think about when you wank, Rich?"

He looked at me in amazement. "God, I can't tell you that."

"Why on earth not? I am your sister, we have always shared."

"But not like this, this is different."

"No it isn't. I just saw you playing with yourself and am asking what you were thinking about while you did it, that's all. Or was it just looking at the porn?"

He remained silent, turning it over in his mind, my fingers had strayed under my skirt and between my legs, non-too discreetly teasing myself through my panties.

Mesmerised by my blatant action he relented, his cock clearly getting interested. "Okay, promise you won't tell?"

"Hey, we are sister and brother, remember? Secrets stay at home. And who the fuck would I tell anyway?"

"Okay, sorry. If you must know its Frances, that's who I think about a lot, especially in bed."

I looked at him in surprise, "Frances? My cousin? She's married!"

"I know, but one day she touched me up in the kitchen when she was over for Dad's birthday. She's given me funny looks ever since and I can't get away from the thought that she wants to go with me." 

On reflection, I guess I shouldn't have been shocked. Cousin Fran used to jump anything on two legs, male or female, married or otherwise. I wondered if I could arrange something, she would be the perfect one to take his long overdue cherry. 

So here we were, brother and sister sitting on my bed, me as horny as hell, and Rich was clearly still horny from his unfinished wank. I decided to go for broke.

"Do you ever think about me when you masturbate, Rich?"

He turned to me with eyes full of guilt and immediately coloured up. I knew it! He remained silent but the answer was provided very visibly by the lurch in his pants.

"I can't tell you that!"

"You remember that day we caught each other naked in the bathroom? I saw your cock all erect and I know you saw my tits."

He nodded slowly. To this day I still wonder if he had masturbated after seeing me half-naked.

I continued, unsure in my mind where I was taking this, "I spent many hours visualising you playing with yourself. You have a lovely cock, you know that don't you?" 

I glanced down at the lump in his pants, it must have been at full erection despite his efforts to conceal it. I plunged on and pointed to his groin, knowing he was nearly at my mercy. 

"Rich, since that day I often think about your cock, and I want to see it again, and it looks pretty obvious you want to show it to me." 

I pulled his hand away from his tented pants, allowing his cock to leap to its full height.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "Who has a tiger in his pants?"

He looked down, clearly undecided whether make the embarrassed part of him hide it, or the macho in him to leave it on display like a huge hidden tent pole. 

Almost out of my mind with sexual desire I went for broke, "Would you like me to watch you finish your wank Rich? I'll do it as well if you like." Not that anything was going to stop me, I was beyond caring what he thought!

With a sly look at his crotch I lifted the hem of my skirt, "Would you like to see me touch my wet pussy? Is that what you think about when you stroke that big cock Rich?"

His face full of guilt, he looked away, "Sue, we are brother and sister, this is wrong." 

But I could see he was weakening, and since he could no longer hide his erection he was gripping it as if trying to conceal it from my eager gaze, but two hands were nowhere near big enough!

"Would you do it if we weren't? Just you and me, a nice secret wank, no-one will ever know. Watch me touch my wet pussy, Rich."

For a moment he was still, then he nodded slowly. I knew I had him.

"Well there we are then, you seem to forget you are only my step brother." I raised the hem of my skirt, once again exposing my pants. "Come on, let's do it, I am so fucking horny, and it's obvious you are too." 

With that I leaned forward and started to pull down the front of his pants. Richard offered a token resistance but when he saw my skirt ride up further, fully exposing my knickers, he was distracted enough to allow me to expose him in full glory. Fuck, he was huge! I wanted nothing more at that moment than to grab that monstrous cock and take it into my mouth, even somewhere else, but I was aware he held this sibling nonsense dear to his heart, so I reluctantly resisted the temptation. Maybe another time, I consoled myself. As it happened that wasn't be too far down the line.

"There," I gasped as his amazing fuck-muscle pointed to the ceiling. 

Although I had seen it only minutes ago I still couldn't come to terms with its size. It seemed twice the size close up!

Richard looked from my face down to his cock and then back at me again, in a total daze. I took his hand and placed it around the long shaft and, as if on cue, it started to dribble at the end. God, the desire to lick it up was overwhelming, but I knew that could easily spoil the moment. As if he had sensed my thoughts, or even to hide his pre-cum, he smeared the slippery liquid over his cock head with his thumb, making it glisten in the sunlight streaming through the window. I felt my own little dribble of excitement ease into my pants and put a finger to the new damp patch.

"Come on," I urged, taking his hand attempting to move it up and down his shaft, "Do this for me. Look, I am going to play with myself too."

He watched in a dream as I lifted my bum and removed my soaking pants, my naked crotch now on full wanton display. Imagine my excitement when at last his hand started to move up and down of its own volition, his eyes glued to my fully exposed pussy, my lips already wet from seeing him earlier. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pulled up his pants, stuffing his erection back inside them.

"Sue, this is wrong, we are still family."

I sighed impatiently, my finger poised over my clit, "So what, who cares? What difference does it make? It's not as though we are fucking. Just pretend I am Frances, I bet she would watch you. I know she would love that big fucking cock." 

Probably fuck you too given the chance, I thought. Working on his soft spot for my cousin I teased him further, no way was this going to stop right here.

"In fact I caught her doing it with some bloke she was with when we went camping once. He had a big one too, perhaps she likes big cocks Rich?"

My brother remained silent, his eyes glued to my pussy. 

"I saw her pussy Rich, you would love it. It was smooth and clean shaven and her lips were all glistening wet from fingering, just like mine are, see?" With two fingers I obscenely spread my own lips, exposing my swollen clitty. "I watched them through a gap in the tent and came at the same time as they did, that was fucking horny."

Richard found his voice at last, "Didn't they hear you?"

"No, I did it quietly. In a way I often wish they had, they might have asked me to join in, Frances is into things like that."

His eyes lit up and his cock twitched in his pants. I was dying here. "Did you see them fuck?"

"No, as soon as I came I ran off. I remember wishing it had been me in instead of Fran, he had such a nice cock," I stared at the monster he was trying to conceal, "But not as nice as yours."

Returning to the subject in hand, so to speak, I obscenely spread wide my lips, and slid a large finger deep inside, slowly starting to finger fuck my aching pussy. "Pretend this is Fran's pussy Rich, imagine she wants you to put that big cock of yours inside her wet cunt."

He still looked a little unsure, but the dirty word together with the thought of fucking my cousin prompted him to resume his stroking, albeit still through his pants. I teased him further.

"I know her husband is away a lot, so she must be gagging for it, she must be desperate for a lovely big cock like yours, filling her up with your hot cum."

He stared open mouthed as I inserted a second finger inside myself after lewdly licking it first.

"Rich, you really do fancy my cousin don't you?"

He nodded, his eyes fixated on my pussy.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck her? I just know she would love that big fat cock of yours up her pussy, and in her mouth. She asked me about you once and I can set it up for you if you want. She obviously fancies you."

I removed two sodden fingers and waved them under his nose before placing them in my mouth. I swear his nose twitched as he caught a whiff of my scent. At last his eyes flared.

"God, yes, I want to fuck her!"

"If she asked you to masturbate with her, would you?"

"Bloody right I would."

"Then it's easy Rich, simply pretend I'm her, and it's her pussy you are looking at while you wank that cock."

"Hmm." He weighed up the prospect. "Yeah, but if I did that with Frances we would probably have sex, and you and me will definitely not do that."

"Nothing further from my mind," I lied. To feel that delightful cock inside me was now my greatest fantasy, but it would take many years for that to become a reality. It was time to get down and dirty. 

"Come on Rich, I want you to wank that fucking big cock for me, look how wet my cunt is. I want to see you shoot your spunk, fucking loads of it." 

I am not over keen on the 'c' word, but I knew the lads liked it and I needed to shock him into motion. His eyes hadn't shifted from their focus on my rapidly moving fingers. In desperation I chanced on a bluff and, grabbing the corner of the duvet, covered my crotch from his gaze. He shook his head.

"What are you doing Sue?"

"If you don't get your cock out right now, I am going to kick you out and do this on my own."

And that did the trick. He lowered his pants and started to stroke his swollen shaft as fast as I had seen him playing with it earlier. I so wished my brother had just a grain of dominance in him and that he would throw me back on the bed and impale me on that stiff pole. His eyes were glued to my fingers flying over my clit and I decided to accelerate my orgasm in order to enhance his own, all the time encouraging him with further dirty talk. I didn't want him cumming and then running guiltily away before I had reached my own bit of pleasure. As it happened we delightfully came together. My orgasm was excruciating as my hips bucked up and down in total ecstasy while Rich paused for a moment, then shot three great spurts of semen high into the air, followed by some shorter bursts. So far in my limited sex life I had not really seen much cum, it was usually deposited into my mouth or a condom. Most of Rich's contribution had landed on to his stomach, but one splodge had splashed on to my leg. With a sheepish grin he quickly leaned forward and wiped it away. 

No more was said as we cleaned up in silence and Richard, pulling up his pants, returned to his room. I was still high as a kite and right away rubbed off another one before heading for the shower and doing the same again under the cascading water. Even after that my hunger for his cock wasn't totally appeased.

Later, and in silence together, we ate the dinner that Mum had left in the oven for us. She too was working a shift, at the local hospital, and my step-dad was away up north on business.

I fetched us both a Haagen Dazs from the fridge, ruffling his hair on return.

"You okay Rich?"

"Yeah," he muttered without looking up. "You?"

"Uh huh. I think what we did was really cool, and we didn't hurt anyone. No-one needs to know, do they?"

"I guess you're right. It was pretty much out there, but okay. In my room I thought about it and realised that we only showed feelings that we had bottled up. And as you said, we are not true brother and sister, and we didn't fuck or anything."

"That's right. We're just like a normal horny couple who fancy each other."

Richard frowned, "That doesn't mean we can have sex Sue."

That very thought at the forefront of my mind, I reluctantly agreed with him.


Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 01



"We will just stick with wanking then." 

He looked up at me in shock, "Shit! You want to do it again?" Absentmindedly I had placed a hand between my legs, feeling a distinct tenderness down there, but a distinct urge for more.

"Why not?" I ruffled his ragged hair, and slipped my other hand into his pants. He was all hot and sticky, and even though he was soft he still felt huge in my little hand. "Would you like me to get it hard again?"

I was playing with the idea that if I could get him erect again he might just be relaxed enough a second time for me to sit on him and do him on the chair. But he pushed my hand away.

"Sorry Sis, this has all come as a bit of a surprise, you are a lot more experienced than I am and I need to come to terms with what we did."

I turned away and poured us both a coffee. "I understand. Perhaps when you feel horny again?"

Much to my surprise he agreed. We cleared the dishes and I spent the evening studying for my upcoming exams. 

Snugly tucked up in bed, part of me wondered if he creep into to my room in the night, but I guess the afternoon's events were enough to keep his mind occupied for quite a while. I masturbated myself to sleep visualising his big cock in my mouth, with the knowledge that he too would probably be wanking, probably with those visions of my pussy, but attached to the body of my cousin Frances.

True to his word, the next time Richard got horny (like the next day!) he actually called me to his room, obviously now very keen to see me play again, and we masturbated happily together, squatting a few feet apart on his bed. Intuitively he knew I wanted to hold his cock so he kept himself out of arm's reach, but I made sure I was near enough to be within shooting distance! A blob of his hot cum landing on my thigh and dribbling towards my crotch was enough to trigger my own response. He watched wide-eyed as I massaged his spunk into my fiery pussy.

For a few happy months, especially when I was without a boyfriend, and the parents were not at home, Rich and I would cuddle up on the sofa glued to the porn channel and while we usually got ourselves off we still never touched each other intimately.

Until, that is... 



Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 02



In the first chapter I described how I caught my brother masturbating, leading us to start doing it together. This is how things developed from there.

Chapter 2 – Hand and Mouth

A few months after I first watched an unbelievable quantity of cum shoot from my brother's long cock, and we were regularly masturbating together, I met a hot American guy called Chris at a disco. He was blonde, very tall, six years older than I was at eighteen and engaged to an Australian hotel receptionist. After a few nights of delicious debauchery in a discreet London hotel, he declared that he would have willingly given her up for me if only he hadn't got her pregnant. Meantime, until they tied the knot, he considered that having sex with me wasn't cheating on her, and rather selfishly I agreed, especially as I had no plans at the time for anything serious. And he was particularly good between the sheets, and anywhere else I chose to grab his cock. I was enchanted, I couldn't leave it alone!

Most times we slept on the huge sofa at his flat in Islington, his girl friend Jane was still living in Wales, and the sex was amazing, not that at eighteen I knew any different! Many a time was I late for college after a hot dirty night with him. His stamina was unbelievable, and the fucking often went on well into the early hours. I met his girl friend just once and, with my limited teenage wisdom, thought that his sexual expertise would be wasted on her. On his large leather sofa he fucked me in every position imaginable, some still to this day I thought were impossible! At least he was loyal to Jane in that he wouldn't sleep with me in the bed that he had conceived his child and would eventually fuck his new wife. On the one special occasion I got him into my own bed, my brother was supposedly asleep in the next room. Supposedly! That moment I shall always treasure, Chris's cock pumping away deep inside my eager pussy, and Rich most likely listening and wanking furiously only a few feet away! At least I hoped he was. He later told me he heard nothing, but his face next day told me he was lying. I remembered fantasising at the time that it was his cock inside me instead of Chris's.

In those six short months of sexual education Chris introduced me into the art of giving and receiving carnal pleasure in so many undiscovered ways. My only reservations were, despite his numerous requests, I wouldn't have sex with him without a condom as I knew very well I wasn't the only one enjoying premarital games with him, nor would I swallow his cum. Those two treats would be reserved for the day I too got married to the man I loved. I had to keep something in reserve for someone really special. Also, I was relieved that Chris never brought up the subject of anal sex. I had previously broken up with another boy, who I met on holiday, because he was insistent on trying to get his dick into my tight little bum. Little did I know that a few years later I was to meet the man who would introduce me to that interesting diversion. I'm still not over mad on it though, not when I have a sweet smelling ever-lubricated pussy available to give me all the pleasure I need to make me smile each and every morning. 

Richard meanwhile, was still not seeing anyone and I still hadn't been able to fix him up with my cousin Frances for some secret extra-marital sex. I was convinced she would help him to cut loose. However, he seemed happy enough for me to share with him the intimate details of all my latest sexual exploits, especially those with Chris and, if I wasn't out shagging, we would masturbate together watching his favourite porn films. Although he knew how much I longed to do so, we never had any physical contact, not sexually that is. Sometimes, while we both rubbed away, we would lean forward and kiss me, but when I went for the full snog he would pull away, knowing no doubt that he would lose control and give in to my illicit desires.

One day, in one of our private sessions, and of course we were home alone, his eyes were glued to two lesbians cavorting on the TV, but mine were fixed on his long cock as he slowly stroked it towards that magic moment when he would proudly shoot as high as possible into the air. On these intimate occasions we would usually purloin a shot of dad's scotch, Dutch courage for Richard, more intense orgasms for me. Two nights previous to this, on the way home from a gig, Chris had taken me hard up against a tree in Hyde Park and we had nearly got caught! I was still horny as fuck with the memory. Today I had three shots of the scotch, my tongue was loose, my pussy soaking and Tom rigid as a telegraph pole. I so wanted that cock, it was now becoming an obsession.

"Rich?"

"Yeah?" 

My brother's long cock was in his hand, the usual pearls of pre-cum glistening at the end, I longed for the day when he would let me lick it off. He answered without turning his head, one lesbian's tongue was buried inside the other's pussy, both were groaning with exaggerated delight. I was not at the time bisexual, but the erotic scene was getting to me and made me rub myself a little faster.

"When are we two going to fuck?"

He did turn around then, eyes wide in shock.

"Come on, you know we are going to one day, it's inevitable."

He looked down at my pussy, pink and wet, two fingers buried inside. He remained silent and for a moment ceased stroking.

"Why wait Rich? I know you want to put that lovely cock in some girl's juicy pussy," I glanced down at mine, "Why not make it this one? She loves to be fucked by big ones."

Slowly he shook his head in disbelief at my openness, this was new territory for him.

"Sue we've been over this before, you know we can't, it would be wrong."

"Why not? We masturbate together and we cum together." Then I suggested an idea that I had been considering for some weeks, "Why don't we wank each other? That would be fun, imagine my hand wrapped around your cock, rubbing it up and down, and you could feel my wet pussy and make me cum. I would like that."

Obviously that suggestion intrigued him because for a moment his eyes dilated and he started stroking again, but still he declined.

"No Sue, I don't think so. Even what we are doing is wrong and perhaps we should stop. Now." But his voice carried little conviction, and he kept on wanking.

I grinned. "Easier said than done darling, I'm bloody close and you obviously need to do something with that thing, especially with what's happening on the screen."

On the TV one of the girls had inserted an obscenely long dildo into the other while they kissed hungrily. Aided by the scotch, I was as horny as hell and if I couldn't fuck right now then I wanted something different from what had become for us rather routine. As soon as I saw the familiar signs of his approaching orgasm, and as usual timing my own climax to coincide, I stood up and, holding my skirt in the air, turned towards him, my pussy only inches from his face. How I longed to press myself against his mouth! If I did I wondered if he would lick me? He looked up at me in surprise, his fingers, like mine, were moving rapidly in a blur. In my estimation he had only a few seconds left, the timing had to be spot on.

"You're really not going to have sex me are you?"

He looked up and firmly shook his head, but now wanking furiously, he wouldn't be able to stop me now.

"You're not going to touch my pussy or let me stroke your cock are you?"

"No Sue," he gasped, so very close now, "I told you."

He froze, he was almost there.

"Then do what Chris does when I have my period."

"What?…Oh God!"

Words could never explain the desire I had at that moment to slide myself down on to that delicious cock, I wanted so much to fuck my brother, but deep beyond the whisky I knew I would instantly lose my best friend and mentor. 

He uttered his familiar groan and, as he started to cum, I squatted down and quickly grabbed his arm, directing his spurting cock at my groin.

"Cum on my cunt darling, let me feel all your hot cream on me, just like in that movie we saw last week."

Both of us caught up in the sheer pornographic moment, I was delighted when he moved my hand away and deliberately directed stream after stream of creamy spunk onto my inflamed pussy.

"Is this what you want you dirty bitch?" he gasped as he squeezed out the remaining drops of milky fluid. "My hot spunk on your fucking cunt?" His totally unexpected dirty language brought my own slutty response.

"Yes you dirty boy with that big fucking cock, shoot all your lovely hot spunk on my pussy, watch me rub it in and make me cum." As I spoke I massaged his cream into the folds of my pussy, rapidly triggering my own intense orgasm.

For a full minute we froze in that highly erotic position, Richard's pulsating cock hovering above my inflamed pussy. We were only inches from fucking and, sensing I was about to impale myself on his pole, he pulled away. But before he did I grabbed his cock, my first touch!

"Oops, missed a bit!" He froze as I lifted a final dribble off the purple end of his cock, and licked it off my finger and crudely smacked my lips. It was very bitter, he needed to drink more water. But it was the very first taste of my brother! I was determined it wouldn't be the last.

"That's disgusting," he declared as he tucked a wilting dick back into his pants. I smiled to myself when I reflected that his appendage when soft was longer than Chris's when hard!

"Why is that Rich, it's no different from what we watch on the TV. It's just part of sex."

"Yes, but as I keep telling you, you are my sister."

"If that's the case, why do you let me wank with you then?" I was still fingering myself, I was still way up there and hadn't finished with myself just yet.

He had no answer to that and, kissing me on the cheek, stomped off to his room. My tummy and thighs were still drenched with his cum and, still ultra horny, I went to my room and used the creamy liquid to get myself off yet again, not forgetting to remove the video from the TV! Mum knew we both watched porn (but not together!) and was okay with it, but Dad was rather possessive about his collection. I once asked Mum if they ever watched it together but she refused to tell me. She did blush though!

Despite that episode, Rich and I were both content to continue our weekly masturbation sessions, bounded by his silly rules but, apart from that little touch on his cock, we still never had any sexual contact. That is, not until the following spring of '99. I was by then nineteen and my brother approaching his twenty-first and, by all accounts, he was remarkably still a virgin. And with that cock too! A mystery.

One memorable Tuesday the classical history class was being held in the college's main lecture hall, which had raised tiered seating. With only twenty students in attendance, the room was barely a quarter full. My boyfriend Chris had gone to Australia to meet his fiancée's parents and I was feeling rejected and horny and, frustratingly, most of my ex boy friends were now fixed up with other girls. 

I was sat in the back row next to my best friend Helen. On my right were Sophie and Paul who were an item and, completing the row, the class head Kathy and another girl whose name deserts me, but I do remember that she was the class lesbian. She kissed me quite passionately once at a party and I have to admit that for a moment I did enjoy the intimate contact. I was rescued by the appearance of her jealous girl friend, but not before I felt myself become a trifle moist. I often wonder where that evening might have led if we hadn't been interrupted.

It was a warm July afternoon, the subject piss-boring, and a few heads were beginning to droop. My mobile phone vibrated in my blouse pocket. It was a text from Kathy, "Look to your right!" I was shocked to see Sophie with her boyfriend's cock in her hand, and Kathy grinning beyond them. I nudged Helen to take a look. 

"Shit!" she exclaimed. "That's disgusting!"

"I think it's fucking cool," I whispered back at her, "I wish I had a cock like that to hold."

Sophie looked up to see us all grinning and waved her hand at us dismissingly.

"Fuck off!" she mouthed.

All the same, she didn't seem overly concerned because she carried on stroking him. Helen and I had previously caught them shagging upstairs at a party last month, and they were in no haste to ask us to leave the room! As it would turn out they became quite the exhibitionist couple, and eventually swingers. That particular party had been the subject of one of my masturbation sessions with my brother.

While the rest of the class were oblivious to the sexual activity taking place in the back row, three of us thrilled to the moment when Sophie's head ducked out of sight below the desk and on to what was by now a very stiff cock, and commenced a non too discreet blowjob on it. I was worried that the teacher would spot the missing head, or worse a bobbing one, and terminate the entertainment, but he seemed as bored giving his lecture as we were receiving it. I had to laugh at Paul who was coolly pretending to write in his notebook while receiving the ultimate sexual satisfaction from his girlfriend's mouth.

The effect on all of us was stunning, I hadn't had sex in weeks and I was suddenly as horny as hell and desperate to do something about it, and the lustful looks on the other girls' faces showed they felt the same. If we had been anywhere else I think we would have all ripped off our knickers and jumped on Paul, except the lesbian of course, but I could see that even she was interested in the proceedings. To make matters worse Sophie told us after class that he had cum in her mouth, and as she hadn't any tissues she had swallowed the lot, most of us going "yuk." That was something I still hadn't done to date. Also, Kathy admitted that, like me, she had been secretly playing with herself while we watched the sexy scene. They all giggled when I suggested that we should get more lads into the back row next time, and have a cock each, and then see who was chicken! 

When we left for home a few hours later, Helen, who lived near me and usually got the same bus, set off in the other direction towards town.

"Where you going Hel?"

She grinned, "Going to find Michael. I don't know what started those two off, but it's got me as horny as fuck!" 

Her new boyfriend was a psychology student she had met at a college party, she had beaten me to him by a yard! The fact that she would be fucking him within an hour had me desperately hoping that Richard would be at home and we could play together while I related the afternoon's events. As it happens my brother was in his bedroom working on his PC when I knocked on the door and put my arms around him from behind, planting a most un-sisterly-like kiss on his neck. 

"You will never guess what happened at college today, it was so fucking sexy."

He continued to frown earnestly at the screen despite my lips sucking on his ear lobe and my fingers twiddling his small nipples through his shirt. On the screen he had one life left and I guess saving that came before masturbation with his sister. I was already touching myself in anticipation of seeing his hard cock in his hand once again. I never got tired of watching him stroke it to completion.

"Go and pour the usual Sue while I finish this, then we can sit down and you can tell me."

Sipping our large scotches we sat side by side on the sofa while I told him about Paul's blowjob, and right on cue Rich's cock came to life. He once had a date with Sophie but his shyness had kept him out of her knickers. While I related the erotic events it was obvious he was imagining her mouth enveloping his own cock.

The drink taking effect, I reached out on impulse and placed a finger on his erection, then two or three, and finally my thumb, all encircling the outline of the head. For a moment both of us froze when we realised what I had done. He looked down at my fingers gripping his pants, as though it was a reptile about to pounce. It was the first cock I had felt in ages, and it moved to my touch! 

"What are you doing Sue?" he breathed tightly.

"Feeling your hard cock Rich, what does it look like? Don't you like me doing that?"

He made as though to remove my hand, then paused.

"No. Err, yes. I'm not sure."

I was sure all right, it was rising under my hand and I squeezed it slowly while finishing my story, telling him how I once fucked Paul myself before Sophie got her claws into him. Surreptitiously my fingers found his zip and, while I continued to rub his bulge, I eased his pants open and slipped my fingers inside. We both flinched when my hand came into contact with his smooth pulsating flesh. With a little difficulty I managed at the same to ease aside the crotch of my own panties, which had been soaking wet all afternoon. I giggled when I realised that he didn't know which of my hands to watch, the one on his cock or the other fondling my pussy!

Very half-heartedly he muttered, "Sue, I'm not sure we should be doing this. Watching was okay, but I reckon this is going too far."

The reader will have guessed by now that I wanted to re-enact what I had seen that afternoon in class. Ignoring him, I eased his enormous length out into the open and started to caress it lovingly. His gorgeous cock was now fully erect and seemed even bigger in my hand than in his. It was easily the largest one I had ever seen, even in the dirty movies we had watched together. Hot as hell, it felt so good in my hand. I sensed him weaken, most men do when their cocks are stroked.

"You going to stop me then?"

For a moment he simply stared at me, recognising the determination in my eyes. I learned later that this was the very first time anyone had ever touched his cock. A few girls had seen it but apparently had been too scared to make physical contact with it. Obviously that realisation struck him too, for he suddenly burst out laughing, "Fuck, no!" Sister or no sister, he wanted his cock stroked.

His laugh turned to a sickly grin as I enveloped his long shaft with both hands, and still some of it stuck out at the top! I could feel it throbbing in anticipation. At long last I had my brother's cock in my hands, to do with as I liked. Or so I hoped.

"Bloody hell Rich, it's so fucking big."

He looked down at his colossal pole, "Do you really think so? I haven't seen any others, not hard anyway. Only in porn."

"Well I've seen lots, and they don't come anywhere near this beauty. Just how big is it anyway?"

My boyfriend Chris boasted his was nearly seven inches, and that felt huge inside me. This was even bigger!

He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, I never measured it."

"Right!" I smiled, temporarily letting it go, "Don't go away. It's time we found out."

Extracting Dad's tape measure from the kitchen drawer I held his manhood upright while I placed the end in his pubes at its base. It was a metric one. The tape that is. 

I peered at the figure, "Twenty four centimetres, what's that in English?"

Richard did a quick mental conversion. 

"Nine inches I think, maybe nine and a half. I know twenty-five point four is ten, so it's not that."

"Fucking hell Rich, that's huge, no one's that big!"

I closed the tape and, still holding his monster cock, I unthinkingly placed a soft kiss at its tip, only then noticing it was slightly wet.

"Oh God." Richard flinched, but this time made no attempt to stop me.

Throwing caution to the winds, I kept my lips pressed to the swollen purple head and teased the slit open with the tip of my tongue, just as my boyfriend had shown me only a few weeks ago, and released another droplet of pre-cum. It tasted sweet. As he groaned with pleasure I slipped a discreet finger into my aching pussy, I nearly suggested that it should be his, but guessed I might be pushing my luck just yet. I silently promised myself I would have this big cock inside me one day, hopefully very soon, no matter how big it was. As it turned out I would have to wait another seven whole years for that pleasure.




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 03



My story continues a few years later. After my one oral attention to Richard and apparently crude suggestion to him, we went our separate ways, little knowing that our next meeting would change both our lives permanently.

Chapter 3: Richard returns

My course was a three-year one, at the end of which I was appointed to a primary school in Aldershot. In that time I had a succession of boyfriends, and probably more sex than the rest of the teachers added together! Two of my flings became serious enough affairs to enable us to live together, if only for a short time, but I soon began to realise that I was much too fond of sex too hold down a serious relationship for more than a few weeks. 

On school breaks I would go home to Reigate to see my parents and on rare occasions Richard was there too. He had grown more confident and, although we didn't discuss our sex lives in detail, he informed me that at last he had a girlfriend and that things were progressing for him in the bedroom. For a reason I was to find out later, he refused to tell me who she was. Despite my own current relationship I still fancied him, and at those rare family gatherings I would have dropped my pants in a flash at his word, in private of course!

A year into my job in Hampshire I met a hunk of a soldier called James. We fell in love, made love and conceived a child, all on the first date in the back seat of his car at the rear of the local football club. The child I miscarried after four months, and Jim I lost to a Taliban bullet two years later. He never forgave me for smoking while I was pregnant and, apart from a few happy months shacked up in his barracks, we never really hit it off after that. Shell-shocked at losing him, I remained teaching at the same school, gaining a little promotion in the process. I had also bought my own little terraced house in a secluded lane in a village outside nearby Woking. Disillusioned, I entered a two-year spell of self-imposed celibacy. 

Three months ago my brother at last met the girl of his dreams, and was engaged to get married to Clare in July. I first met her at Easter and was immediately convinced that she was not the right woman for him. She confided in me that Richard was still rather shy in the bedroom department, which for her, and just like me, was a quite a priority. She admittedly had the looks, he had been transferred north to a shore position at Rosyth in Scotland and was earning extremely good money, and I suspected she was along for the ride. He however was besotted with her, so I felt it wrong for me to interfere. All the same, I would have been surprised at the time if the marriage lasted a complete year. As it happens it didn't even get as far as the church.

A furious banging on my front door caused me to stagger sleepily to the window. It was my brother, looking very distraught and soaked to the skin. The sun had barely risen, partly hidden behind leaden July clouds. 

"Don't you keep your bloody phone on at night?" Richard knew only my mobile number.

I unlocked the ancient oak door, "Why, whatever's wrong Rich?"

I took his wet coat, he had had a long walk, my lane is too narrow for cars and it had been pouring cats and dogs all night. 

"Sit down while I make some coffee." He sank wearily into the nearest chair. 

"Nice place you have Sue." He hadn't been here before. "Clare and I could have had a place like this."

As I filled the coffee maker I reacted to the tone in his voice, "What do you mean by could have?"

"We just broke up, wedding cancelled."

A cup slipped from my grasp, bouncing unbroken on the wooden floor, "Oh fuck, what's happened?"

I sat down beside him and placed my arm around his shoulders, trying to feign a respectable amount of surprise. It was never going to be a marriage made in heaven, or in the bed for that matter. Even so, two week's notice was shabby to the extreme.

For a moment he was silent, lost in his thoughts, then he turned to me with tears in his eyes.

"We both went to a party on Thursday and while I was talking to an old friend she was seen going into the garden hand-in-hand with some bloke."

"Shit! The bitch!"

"When someone eventually told me, I took a look for myself, but they had gone."

I kissed his hair. "Poor Rich. What did you do?"

He sighed deeply, "I went home, tried her mobile but that was on divert. I was worried she had been abducted or something, especially when her sister rang asking for her too. When I described the man that had been seen with her, she blurted out that it must have been her ex-boyfriend."

He looked sadly into my eyes, "She's gone back to him Sue."

"How can you be so sure?"

"All the time we were together, she never stopped talking about him, comparing me with him, and not only in the bedroom. I guess I should have known."

Perhaps size isn't everything after all, I thought to myself. Rather selfishly I sat opposite him with fond memories of that nine-inch cock. Here was I, next to naked in the flimsiest of dressing gowns, alone with my brother for the first time in seven years, and he was once again unattached. Suddenly I had a yearning to hold a nice stiff cock again, and preferably the one within arm's length! 

I stand corrected. Size does matter! Particularly his size. Suddenly I wanted to do all those naughty things we did together back at home. In the years since those horny times I had regularly got myself off to that memorable vision of him shooting his cum on to my pussy and breasts. But now was not the time to get horny with my brother. Step-brother, I kept on reminding myself. As we sipped at our hot coffee I questioned him about his sexual relationship with Clare.

"I know you think I'm a bit backward in that department, but she wasn't my first proper girlfriend, Sue."

What I did know was, that at twenty-four years old, he had still been a virgin. And with that cock too! What a waste for us poor girls!

"I'm interested, tell me more." 

"Umm, you know when I did that spell at sea?"

"After the academy you mean?"

"Yes. We had a stopover in Cape Town and I met a local girl, and we went to bed together, first date too."

"That's cool Rich, surprising for you."

He put down his cup and, with a concerned look, asked me if I was okay with him sharing this very private episode in his life. I leaned forward and took his hand and reminded him that I had once shared with him every detail of the night I lost my cherry to my first serious boyfriend David. Not forgetting all the times we had masturbated together watching porn. And of course that delicious first blowjob!

"So tell me about this girl, was she black?"

"Sort of olive really, she had a Dutch father and an African mother, huge breasts and long black hair. I met her in a bar and we got a little drunk, or rather I did. Then she put her hand down there," pointing to his groin.

"Wow, she was forward. Were you hard?" My head was swimming with fond memories of feeling that big cock for myself. 

Richard, now 29, was still young enough to blush, "Bloody right I was, she was incredibly sexy and had been coming on to me all evening. I was still hesitant though, I was worried she might be on the game." That thought had already entered my suspicious mind.

"I don't think that would have mattered Rich, not for your first time, There's a teacher at the school where I work who goes with women like that. His wife's got a problem and can't fuck, so instead of having an affair, and nearly with me as it happens, he pays to get rid of his frustration."

"Well, I can tell you she wasn't like that. Apparently she had caught her fiancée screwing someone else and wanted revenge. Some coincidence huh?"

"It's a small world Rich. More coffee?"

"Can I get a shower first? I've been driving half the night and feel real scruffy. I brought you a pressie by the way."

He produced a bottle of white burgundy, my favourite vintage too. My brother might have his failings beneath the sheets but he did have an excellent memory. As my eyes wandered towards his crotch I wondered if he still remembered that blowjob years ago? I had to resist the temptation to follow him into the bathroom and offer to soap his back, distinctly aware that two years of celibacy were beginning to catch up on me. 

While he was shaving I fried up some breakfast and later, after I put on some war paint we decided to go for a walk. The clouds were thinning, promising a hint of sunshine. We found a bench in the park, I was distinctly in the mood to hear more of his unlikely sexual exploits.

"So, tell me more about this pros...girl, what was her name?"

He glared at me defiantly, "I told you she was not a hooker Sue. She was called Loren, said she was lonely and simply asked me if I would like to go home with her."

"Obviously you didn't do the old Richard routine and say you would think about it?"

"No way! I wasn't going to refuse an offer like that! I think I was more horny than I've ever been."

I took his hand and laughed. "You might recall I've seen you horny Rich, so she would have been a very lucky girl. So what exactly happened?"

"Outside the bar she gripped my pants you-know-where and said she liked the feel of it."

"Sensible girl, who wouldn't!" I knew exactly how she had felt. I was imagining his long cock in my own hands, and believe me it took two hands! Down below I felt the first twinge of excitement in ages.

Richard's eyes scanned the park and he put his lips to my ear as if the old woman walking her dog a hundred yards away could hear us, took a deep breath and whispered, "Then while we were waiting for a taxi she said she wanted to fuck me."

"So you got the hint then?" I laughed.

Richard laughed too, "Yes, even I am not that dim. We went back to her apartment in some tower block downtown, she couldn't wait to get my clothes off. She had me inside her before I had time to get all my clothes off."

"Wise girl!"

The mental vision of my brother's cock deep inside a stranger's pussy was making me feel uncomfortably hot down below, even though the morning was unseasonably cool. Eagerly I asked him to continue.

"So did you just shag her and that was it?"

He looked at me sheepishly, "Actually, it was the reverse, she shagged me. She pushed me down on my back, kissed the end of my dick and got on with it."

"Just like that? You mean you let her do all the work?"

He grinned shamelessly, "Yep, she said that was what she wanted. So I let her."

"Didn't you do anything else, like push her on her back? Some doggie sex? Even oral?"

"Nope, none of that. She didn't want it. She simply humped herself up and down on me until I came, then she got dressed, made me a coffee and ordered me a taxi back to my ship. Just like that!" 

"Fucking hell Rich, can't you get anything right? Didn't you even kiss her?"

"Of course I did, in the taxi while she was playing with my cock."

"But what about foreplay?"

"She didn't seem to want any. I had a climax and she had one too. At least I think she did, she was playing with herself while I was inside her."

This woman had to have been on the game, no matter what he said or even believed at the time. Nevertheless he had at last got his cock inside a woman's pussy, whatever she was. 

The dog walker had decided to settle onto the seat beside us, so with a non-too discreet sigh we resumed our stroll around the park and, as the rain threatened to return, we settled for some covered seats outside a little café on the edge of the nearby pond. A bored waitress headed in our direction, reluctantly taking our order for two iced coffees. I grabbed Richard's arm tightly and pulled his face close to mine, and resumed our conversation.

"My darling brother, all women like foreplay, they like to be kissed, snogged actually. They love their pussies licked, and they enjoy nothing more than being shagged in every position possible. For God's sake you've seen the videos. And if you care to remember, most girls like sucking cocks too. You could at least have asked her to suck yours. Remember you and me?"

He pushed me away with a satisfied smirk, "I already did all that with Frances."

I stared back in amazement, "My cousin? You fucked my cousin? You really did it?"

He looked away sheepishly, "Uh huh, we didn't actually go all the way, not the first time, but we did everything else, blow job too." He turned to face me with a smile, "Not as good as yours though," he quickly added. So he did remember!

"Shit, she never told me."

"I wasn't going to tell you either, it was our secret, but I guessed you would find out one day. That was the girl I told you about when we met at Dad's that time." 

For ages I had tried to get that sex-mad daughter of my Mum's brother to go with Richard, they were so well suited, if you believe that opposites attract, even though she was married at the time. I knew they both had the hots for each other, but never seemed to connect up. Then I lost contact when she got divorced and moved to France with some new guy.

"You really are a dark horse Rich, so how did this thing with Fran come about?"

"She was staying over at Dad's one night when I happened to look in, I think you were away on holiday at the time."

I looked at him in amazement, "You had sex with her in our house?"

Richard laughed, "Of course not, the place was full of people, but I was about to go off to sea in two days and she suggested I call round to her place first, it was pretty obvious what for."

"Fran was always very obvious about sex Rich. So why didn't you fuck her the first time? Don't tell me you were shy with cousin Fran?"

"She said she wouldn't do it under her own roof, she considered that to be immoral, but we did do everything else."

I had to laugh at my cousin's definition of morality, knowing that she had screwed most of the boys in her class at school, and admitted to me that she had already cheated on her husband more than once. Not that I blamed her, he was a wanker and a wimp. The surly waitress reappeared with our drinks, banging them down unceremoniously on the wooden table, splashing the liquid on the surface. Rich continued as he watched her retreat back inside the cafe, her ass wiggling seductively.

"But you did sleep with her eventually?"

"Yes, we kept in contact secretly texting each other while I was away. She made it obvious we were going to do it next time we met, and that time with Loren in Cape Town had got me wanting more, so as soon as I hit British soil I got us a room for the afternoon in a secluded hotel in town. That was really something else. To this day I still feel a little guilty though, despite the fact that she was breaking up with her husband."

"I wouldn't bother, you wouldn't have been the first in there."

"I know that, I just didn't want her to get caught."

"Well, I think it's lovely that you got it on with Fran. It probably did you good to go with someone who you knew you were a bit shy."

He smiled, "Yes, it took a few sessions with her to get me going."

"Oh, so it wasn't a one off?" I was surprised. Apart from her husband, my cousin had always been very much a one-night-stand type of girl.

"Not at all, we did it four times I think, maybe it was five, always at the same hotel, and the last one we stayed together all night, her husband was away somewhere on business. I think I was in love with her at the time."

The thong I had put on was already soaking from the vision of my brother fucking my sexy cousin, I was quickly regretting not wearing more substantial panties. I asked him if the sex had been good, knowing the obvious answer.

"It was fucking amazing Sue," he grinned, "I can't imagine why I waited so long!"

My pussy now beginning to take control of my brain and I retorted boldly, "You wouldn't have had to wait all those years if you had taken up my offer, Rich."

He looked away to hide his expression. "I know that, but it would have been very wrong at the time."

At the time? What did he mean buy that? Had he changed his opinion about us sleeping together? I couldn't pursue the matter as he was quick to continue.

"Do you know that Frances was bisexual?"

"Of course I do, everyone knew, she even tried it on with me a couple of times. Why do you ask?"

He grinned, "We nearly had a threesome."

I blinked at my brother, everything was always nearly with him, and at school the girls had nicknamed him the 'nearly-kid'.

Another couple had arrived at a nearby table, thus doubling the waitress' possibility of tips. She actually broke into a smile!

When they had settled I whispered excitedly, "When? With who?"

"That one whole night at the hotel, she chatted up the girl who came to turn down the bed, she was very, very sexy, and only in her late teens. I think I actually fancied her more than Frances."

I laughed, my brother wasn't so innocent after all. "What happened? You said nearly."

"Well, Fran and I had just got back from a meal around the corner and we were down to our underwear getting ready for you-know-what when there was a knock at the door and a voice called out 'turn down bed please'"

"As they do. Must have been a posh hotel, Rich."

"It was, the Kensington something or other. Anyway, I was about to say no thanks but Fran had already spoken to the girl earlier asking for more tissues and, muttering something about her seeming very nice, went to the door and let her in."

"That sounds so typical of Fran, every opportunity! Did you have a hard-on?"

"Of course I did, but I managed to grab a towel in time."

"Just as well, that monster might have frightened the poor girl for life!"

Richard laughed, "Actually she was more interested in Fran."

"So she let her in then?"

"Yes, the girl was Polish and called Karolina, very innocent looking and clean if you know what I mean. While she sorted the bed she couldn't keep her eyes off Frances. Apparently girls are into each other quite a lot over there, far more than here."

"Perhaps Polish men are not so hot in that department. So did they fuck?"

Richard gave me one of his admonishing stares, "God Sue, you are so obvious sometimes. No they didn't. But there was this instant connection between them. One minute they were just staring at each other, the next they were kissing like mad, hands everywhere. No words said, nothing. By some instinct they just knew."

I sighed, recalling the numerous approaches I had received from various women, but the spark wasn't there, I hadn't been ready. "It happens, Rich. What did you do?"

"I just sat there gob-smacked on the bed and watched."

"Did you wank?"

Richard grinned, "No I didn't, I was too shocked, and anyway the whole thing only lasted a couple of minutes."

"Why, what happened?'

"The two girls fell on the bed beside me, Fran had the girl's tunic open and her own breasts were out of her bra but when I saw Fran starting to feel her up between her legs, the girl pushed her away saying she was still on duty and had to leave."

"That was a pity, you should have asked her to come back later."

"We did, Frances even asked me to show her my cock to tempt her even more."

I wished he would show it to me I thought. "And did you?"

"Yes, Fran got it out for me and pointed it at Karolina."

"What did she do?"

"She stared as though she hadn't seen a cock before and for a moment I thought she was about to change her mind. I wish she had Sue, I was so up for having both of them."

"I bet! Up being the appropriate word!"

"She bent down and kissed the end, and then ran off. Fran told me after that I should have grabbed her head and forced it into her mouth, but I'm not like that, Sue."

I patted his arm sympathetically, "I know you're not dear brother. Obviously she didn't come back then?"




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 04



Hello again, this is Sue. If you have read Parts 1 to 3 you will know of the secret masturbation sessions I had with my step-brother Richard, and ending our sexual relationship with a surprise blowjob. But years later, jilted and, just a little horny, Richard had returned, and I was two years into celibacy. Something had to give...

Chapter 4: Brotherly love 

It was nearly seven when I arrived back home from the parent/teachers meeting, my longing for some sexual action had increased steadily by the hour. In the car I calculated that it had been 2 years 2 months and 9 days since I had experienced a man, indeed my late husband, inside me. I knew in my heart this state of affairs could not continue much longer. I was hoping that, from my brother's attitude earlier today, we might at least refresh that long ago memory of masturbating together. Also, I hadn't cum in weeks.

Richard had fallen asleep on the sofa watching Sunday afternoon football. I didn't blame him, but I was not a supporter of the sport. He roused when he saw me, yawned and smiled, my big eyes lingering for a moment on his crotch. He wasn't hard but, as you will know by now, he was big enough when soft to create an interesting bulge. I resisted the temptation to reach down and touch it. Instead, I kissed his forehead. 

"Hi darling! Coffee, tea or me?"

He laughed, "Same old Sis! I think coffee first please, maybe with a drop of something in it?"

"Tell you what, you make it while I go change."

The 'first' bit had not gone unnoticed and as he set the coffee maker going I darted upstairs with twinkle in my heart, or was it my pussy?

While it was brewing (the coffee too!) I slipped upstairs for a quick shower and, being a warm evening, plumped for a beige midi-skirt and my favourite pink Top Shop tee shirt. I looked in the mirror with satisfaction at what I saw. The tight cotton displayed my little tits perfectly, my nipples prominent through the lacy half-cup bra, the loose skirt showed off my tanned thighs. Finally I hitched on a black thong, some fuck-me heels and touched up my eyes and lips. I was dressed to kill, and my brother was the target! His eyebrows hit the ceiling when he saw the transformation; he had already made the coffee and added some brandy.

"Wow Sis! Who's the lucky guy?"

I grinned, "You darling, if you play your cards right!"

As ever, he blushed at any suggestion of sex between us, and hastily changed the subject.

"Sue, I passed a rather cute little pub this morning, fancy a drink?"

I took a sip of the hot beverage and put it down in disgust, why is it that men cannot make a decent cup of coffee? The Goose and Feather suddenly seemed a very good idea. 

I had intended to seduce my brother on the sofa in front of a romantic film, but the thought of a few drinks in my tatty local refuge seemed a reasonable alternative. Anyway, I was anxious to hear more of his virginal seduction by cousin Frances.

Where Richard was tall, over six feet two, the daughter of my mother's elder sister was quite the opposite, barely five feet in heels and her body not an ounce out of proportion, except that her breasts were enviously larger than mine. Fuck, everyone's were larger than mine! Fran had thick curly auburn hair and the men simply fell at her feet, and on most occasions she fell with them, and the women too, even after she was married. But for some amazingly unaccountable reason she was never tagged as the village slut, possibly because she always fucked in someone else's village! 

She first fancied Richard when he was nineteen and at the time he chickened out, but as he did seem keen on her I tried on several occasions to discreetly to fix them up. About that time I was called away to college and assumed nothing had happened between them. How wrong I was! Sat in a secluded corner of the Goose I wanted to know more. Richard however decided to finish our conversation about his ex-fiancée Clare, it was almost as though he wanted closure from her. 

He plonked down two tankards of Hoegarten.

"A fine couple we make Sis, first you and Jim, and now me and Clare."

"Yes, but I did have the advantage of having a good time while I had Jim in my life, despite our ups and downs. Just the last two years have been a bit drab. But that was my choice. A bit different from you with Fran and Helen, and not forgetting your black hooker of course." 

"I keep telling you Loren was not on the game."

"Yeah whatever. Seriously though, didn't you and Clare make love very much then?"

He smiled at the recollection. "To start with she was insatiable, I could hardly get her out of my bed. And we both know what she was attracted to."

I grinned at the memory of his lovely stiff cock in my mouth, and rolled my eyes, "I can't possibly imagine what you are talking about!"

"Yes you can, miss. Anyway, this last two months or so she said we should wait until our wedding so we could enjoy the sex even more on our honeymoon." 

"She actually refused sex for that reason? That's bollocks! Did you honestly believe that shit?"

"Well, it has dawned on me now that she was probably sleeping with her ex all the time, so I guess it does seem rather far-fetched."

"I could never do that Rich, that's so cruel. What a fucking rotten bitch. I hope the cow rots in hell."

He took a gulp of his lager and sighed deeply, "You are talking about the woman I loved, Sue. Or did. And anyway, I distinctly remember you sleeping with someone else's fiancée."

"That was different, Chris had every intention of marrying her, and I stopped seeing him as soon as they tied the knot. He had already got her pregnant and I guess he felt he was being pressurised into marriage without time to think. For him it was just a final fling before settling down, for me it was an eye opener, I thought I knew all there was to know about sex until I met him. The same sort of thing with you and Fran I would imagine?" Slowly steering him on to the subject.

My brother wouldn't be side-tracked, and nodded, "I guess if it hadn't been you, then it would have been some other girl, someone who might have got her claws in to him for other reasons, and wrecked his relationship."

"Exactly, my excuse entirely, and I stick to it!"

Rich suddenly put his hand to his mouth. "Oh God!"

"What?"

"The holiday, I haven't cancelled it. Whatever is Norman going to think?" 

"I'm sure your uncle won't mind." His father's brother lived in the Caribbean and had set up the honeymoon holiday for them, the deposit being their wedding present. "You can sort it out tomorrow."

We were on our fourth round of drinks when Rich looked at me with a strange smile.

"What?" I questioned his silence.

"You don't seem all that surprised at me and Clare breaking up, Sue."

"To be honest, I'm not. I thought all along it was a poor match, Rich, but it wasn't for me to say anything. After all look at my record."

He smiled. "I wished you had. Helen did."

"Helen?"

"Yeah, I bumped into her just after the engagement."

"Bumped as in horizontally on a mattress?"

He grinned sheepishly, "Well, we did end up there eventually, and it was only once, a sort of farewell shag if you like."

I grabbed his arm and whispered conspiratorially, "I much prefer the hello type of shag myself!"

Richard ignored me and carried on, "She warned me I was doing the wrong thing marrying Clare, but I assumed that it was Helen wanted me for herself, although she is still married. But getting divorced soon," he added quickly, as if making excuses for her infidelity.

"In which case you should wait, she is a much better match for you darling and, from what you have told me, far better in bed."

"I know you are both right, but that's enough about my sad woes Sue, What about your life nowadays? Any nice men to help keep that little cottage bed warm?"

I shook my head sadly, "I told you there's been no-one since Jim, although I've had many offers. Sex has seemed meaningless since then."

He laughed, "I never thought I would hear you say that. Don't you even...you know?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Don't be silly, I'm not that shut off." 

He clapped his hands, "That's more like the sister I know!"

The alcohol was making me bold. "Rich, do you remember the fun we used to have together?"

He grinned, no sign of the old embarrassed brother any longer, "You mean the day you caught me wanking?"

"Yes, and all the times after that. I still play with myself when I remember the last time."

"Me too, I always go hard when I remember you sucking my dick."

I smiled, "It made my day doing that for you. Tell me, why didn't you cum in my mouth instead of over my tits? I really wanted you to do that, all my boyfriends always did."

"You know why, you're my sister, and for the same reason we didn't fuck, although it was obvious you wanted to." You don't know the half of it, I thought.

"And I know you needed to Rich. For fuck's sake you were nearly twenty. That's why I tried to set you up with Fran."

He grinned, "Well, you did, in a way."

He held up an empty glass, it was my turn to buy a round and I was beginning to feel a little light-headed, but happier than I had been in ages, I was sure this was going in the right direction. As I passed the opposite dark corner on the way to the bar I spotted a couple of my students snogging and groping each other, oblivious to everybody. With a little envy I reckoned they would be fucking before the night was out. This little scenario, plus the drinks I had already consumed, was giving me the need to do so too, and it appeared that my brother was the only candidate available. God, if only he knew how much I wanted his big cock inside me right now, I was steadily getting hornier by the minute.

I sat down with the drinks and boldly rested my hand high on his thigh, just below the outline of his cock, leaving it there waiting for the effect. Baby steps! I felt a twitch from higher up. 

"So, tell me what happened with Fran."

He looked at me with a resigned air, "There's little to tell really. She was at Dad's retirement party and we happened to be alone in the kitchen, that's all."

I squeezed his thigh, my hand imperceptibly higher, "That's not all! Go on, tell me."

He grinned, looking down at my creeping fingers, "This is a bit like old times isn't it? Tales to tell."

"Yes," I replied impatiently, "So fucking get on with it will you?"

"Okay, keep your hair on Sis. We had volunteered to clear up the dishes, I was washing, she was drying and funnily enough we were talking about you. Did you know she knew about our little games together? Did you tell her about that?"

"No way, I wonder how the hell she found that out? Helen knew, I guess she must have told her."

"Well anyway, she thought it was very out there and said she wished her brother was like that."

I laughed, "Don't see how she would have had time, she was too busy fucking her own boyfriends. So, go on."

"She suddenly put the teacloth down and put her arms around me from behind and grabbed my dick."

"Nice! I remember she did that to you once before."

"Yes, but this time she was serious, she hung on to it and rubbed it and kissed my neck."

"And?"

"She whispered 'I want you big boy.'"

"I know how she felt" I replied, the alcohol now talking freely. My fingers were stroking the inside of his thigh, millimetres from his cock-head. I wished his were doing the same to me.

Richard seemed to ignore my comment, "Then she said to me, 'Your sister tells me you want to fuck me.'"

"Wow! So she did listen to me. What did you say to that?"

"I didn't, I was shit-scared someone would come in, the house was full of people, and she was married for God's sake. I sort of moved away, but she wouldn't give up and kissed me quite hard, and was rubbing my dick quite hard. That was really nice, and I was getting an erection."

"I'm not surprised! So when did you get it on with her?"

"I already told you. She knew I was off to sea in a couple of days and before she drove off she said to call round to her house, her husband would be away. I knew what she wanted!"

"And obviously you did!"

"Only just. As usual I nearly chickened out, but I had told my friend Simon about her and he said if I don't go and fuck her he would go instead. And just to make sure he drove me to Fran's house and rang the bell and almost pushed me through the door. She thought that was very funny."

"I hope you thanked him afterwards."

"Bloody right I did, she was amazing. I always knew what I was missing Sue, I just lacked the courage. Until then."

"Good for you." I wondered if he would have the courage tonight with me.

"As I said earlier we didn't have full sex, she wouldn't do that in her husband's house, and I was worried he might come home early or something, but I made up for that when I got back on the next shore leave."

"I hope you were discreet."

"Oh we were, I would go to the hotel first, it was one of those big ones on the Bayswater Road, and then phone her with the room number." 

I could feel my brother's cock moving slightly with the memory of his time with my randy cousin, the head was nudging the side of my palm. It was now time for my own boldness. As it happened, it didn't require much effort, I think he was nearly as ready as I was. 

I looked down at his groin, in shadow below the table, "So how is monster dick these days then? Not been getting much exercise recently by the sound of it. Apart from Helen of course."

To my utter delight he simply looked down at my wandering fingers and gave me the craftiest of replies. 

"Move your fingers a little higher and you will find out!" 

God! Was this my shy brother talking? I hesitated for a second, checked no one was looking, and slid my hand slowly over his immense cock. I gasped, he was stiff as a board and he seemed even bigger than I remembered it from my teens. I was touching my first cock in two years and I wanted, indeed needed, sex just as much as that very first night with Jim in his car. The night I got pregnant. I knew that I was once again very fertile and randy as hell, thank God my irregular periods had kept me on the pill, I was now certain it was going to be put to good use.

I squeezed the long ridge, feeling its heat through his jeans, "Bloody hell Rich! Doesn't this fellow ever go soft?"

"I seem to remember that whenever you were around it had little chance!"

I gripped it tightly, imagining it in my mouth again, and cast caution to the wind.

"I want to taste him again Rich, and this time I want you to cum in my mouth."

For a moment the old starchy Richard returned, startled and apprehensive, but just as quickly he grinned, "Fuck, I thought we had grown out of this. All the same..." His cock pulsed like a miniature heart under my grasp. I sensed that it had been some time since he had any sex.

"I assume Fran did that for you? But what about Helen? I know she was a bit indifferent about blowjobs, she told me she liked to get straight on with the sex."

He leaned forward conspiratorially, "Put it this way, they both let me cum in their mouths."

I grinned and whispered back, "Knowing my cousin, I bet she swallowed it too."

"I'm not sure. I don't remember her using any tissues or anything. But she did kiss me after that, just like you tried to that time."

"And?"

Richard grinned, "It was okay, the taste wasn't so bad after all."

"See, I told you. What about Helen?"

"She went to the bathroom so I guess she spat it all out. So tell me, if it's not too personal, what do you do Sis?"

"Try me," I laughed, "You might just find out!" 

I had only ever swallowed Jim's cum, but my own brother? Who knows? At that moment I was up for anything with him, even anal sex? I was curious enough to want to try that too one day, but the thought of that weapon up my bum made me shiver. I gave it another squeeze and he wriggled under my touch. 

"Fuck, that's nice, it's been ages since anyone did that."

"That would be Clare or Helen?"

"Helen. Clare wasn't a touchy-feely person."

I laughed, "It's been over two years since I touched one, and nothing as big as this."

His glass was empty and I poured some of my own into it. "I love oral sex, Rich." 

"Me too! I thought about you once when I asked Clare to suck me off, but she was totally against that, and I thought I was the prudish one. But it did remind me of us. I'll never forget what you did that afternoon Sue. Apart from Frances and Helen, I haven't had that many blowjobs," he confessed, "And yours was the very best and, as you probably knew, my first."

I continued stroking his impossibly long erection, feeling the monster throbbing strongly through his pants. We were totally alone in our corner of the pub, the teenage couple had already left and were no doubt preparing to copulate somewhere in secret. The lad was a student in a higher class at my school and I wondered if his girl would be seduced in the back seat of his little red sports car parked out the back in the dark. 

"Mmm, they really were fun times Rich."

Tom took my chin in his fingers and looked at me seriously, "I'm sorry I ran out on you that time, you caught me off guard with that kissing cum thing." If you remember, after the blowjob I had asked him to kiss the cum off my face.

I removed his hand and kissed the fingers softly, finally sucking erotically on the largest, "It's just as well you did run out sweetheart, because I was ready to have sex with you."

"I know you were." He took another swig and continued in a serious note, his words however totally lacking conviction, "I really don't think it's a good idea if I stay with you tonight."

In no uncertain fashion his cock was giving me the exact opposite impression and, checking we were still unobserved, I slowly lowered his zip.

"From the feel of you, I think it's a very good idea that you do stay, you could be dangerous out there alone with this thing."

Very discreetly I slipped my hand inside his pants and encircled his lovely hot cock and ever so slowly I stroked his impossible length. 

"Keep watch Rich."

He was wet with his excitement and I quickly leaned down and licked off a pearl of clear liquid followed by a gentle kiss, leaving a hint of bright red lipstick on the head. I was in no doubt that I was now ready to release two years of loneliness and frustration. I needed to fuck, and if it was with my brother, so be it. I was determined that this time he would not refuse. I kissed his mouth softly with the faint taste of his love juice on my lips, and thrillingly his tongue responded as mine slid into his mouth.

"I want you to sleep in my bed tonight Rich."

"I would like that, but I'm still not sure if this is right."

"Fuck right or wrong, we are both horny, let's just follow our instincts and have some fun. Feel how ready I am for you Rich."

With that I took his hand and, parting my thighs, pulled it up under my skirt and onto my sodden panties. In the past when on a promising date I used to leave them off, and tonight I wished I had. For a moment I held his hand there, the first time he had been anywhere near my pussy, apart from that frustrating time years ago when his cock-head had briefly touched my lips. Then without any persuasion from me his fingers started to trace the outline of my lips. I gasped. He was hooked! 

Grinning widely, he gulped down the last of his drink and pulled me to my feet.

"Come on then, you can't stay sat there in that state!"

As we stood I caught him taking a sly sniff of his fingers. In return I licked my own! 

Arm in arm we headed back to the cottage, and at a much greater pace then when we had set out two hours before. We ran the last few yards and it was debatable who would reach the front door first. I jokingly remarked that a certain protruding part of his lower anatomy would beat both of us to it, by nine inches! Minutes later we were lying naked together in my little cottage bed, my hand warped around his throbbing cock, his fingers investigating for the first time my very erect nipples. At long last we were about to love. 




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 05



My step-brother and I, after that wild night in my little cottage, had agreed, or rather he had insisted, that there should be no further sexual contact between us. We were about to embark upon the honeymoon of Richard's cancelled wedding. To the Caribbean! Our agreement was to be short-lived! 

Chapter 5 – Making new friends on a moonlit beach

It was mid July and Richard and I were heading southwest 40,000 feet somewhere above a very blue Atlantic ocean. We had agreed before leaving home that, while we were about to share the same room, the very same honeymoon suite originally reserved for him and Clare, there would be no sexual contact between us in what turned out to be an invitingly large king-size bed, reserved specifically for newlyweds! My brother wanted the holiday as a break from both work and the memory of his cheating fiancée and, after two years of near celibacy, I presumed I could manage another couple of weeks without sex. Ha ha, so I thought. I barely survived three days!

Young Island was gorgeous, it truly was paradise. Unlike most Caribbean resorts it was less of a hotel, more like a club with a half-circle of little chalets hidden amongst the tall palm trees and masses of bougainvillea, and all centred on a large fresh water pool. The combination of the heat and the sight of near-naked bodies cavorting in the inviting cool water instantly stirred my sexual senses. I knew I was in trouble from the outset. In addition to the conventional beach chairs the hotel sported hammocks all in one line at the rear of the golden sandy beach.

Richard has an exploration streak and had booked up for every excursion available, mountain cycling, paragliding, fishing, diving, even visits to other nearby islands. You name it, if it was available, Rich was on it. I suspected that he really didn't want to take any time out to stop and dwell on what might have been with Clare. All the sports events were on the main island of St Vincent just over on the ferry, and I accompanied him on some scuba dives and cycling, but was otherwise content to lie on the beach and wait for the first available hunk to drift into my life.

Although that was more of a dream than reality, one actually did, on the second day. Unfortunately he was attached to a very beautiful middle-aged lady clearly many years older than himself. They were both Scottish and visiting our tiny island on a day trip and we invited them to join us for lunch. After a few rum punches they let their hair down and advised us they were swingers and we would be welcome anytime at their hotel on Grenada for drinks, dinner and pastimes of a sexual nature. Despite my immediate attraction to the hunk Richard declined, advising that our sex lives were at present completely fulfilled. If only they knew!

The sight of other couples kissing and discreetly touching each other in the dozen or so hammocks, others quite clearly fondling in the water, sometimes got too much to bear and during the course of the day I made several trips back to our hut for a quick finger jobby. Richard assumed I was going to the loo and more than once suggested that the sea was much nearer! That drunken night back in my cottage with my brother had fully re-awakened my sexual needs and I now needed a man, I had some serious catching up to do. On the very next day, while Richard and I were accepting an invite to lunch with the resort manager Vaughan, my prayers were being answered. An available fat cock attached to a rather nice body was winging its way to me courtesy of Virgin Atlantic Airlines and due to land at four.

Vaughan was divorced and clearly a ladies man. He enjoyed entertaining and ran a fine ship, and even with Richard on my arm he came on to me quite heavily. Unfortunately he was not my type! I learned much later that the hotel was secretly a meeting place for swinging couples, thus explaining the attitude yesterday of the Scottish couple and the raunchy behaviour of some of the guests. 

The lunch was delicious and the drinks were free flowing all afternoon and inevitably we both got a little inebriated. As usual in this condition I was feeling randy as hell and was just considering going off and getting off so to speak, when Rich suggested we go to the beach and lie in the shade, he wanted to point out a new single female arrival who had aroused his interest. Unfortunately she looked barely out of her teens, but I guess in my brother's situation a pussy was a pussy, he had a lot of lost years to make up for. And so did I, I smiled resignedly to myself!

It had been raining and the sand was wet so we climbed together into one of the hammocks. Not your usual garden type you tie between two trees, but much wider and more robust in order to accommodate two persons, with a wooden beam at each end to spread the canvas wide. For a while Richard kept a lookout for his prospective female, but soon fell asleep. I laid awake reading a Patricia Cornwell and watching the sun go down, eventually drifting off myself.

It was dark, and Richard's erection was pressed into my back as consciousness returned. I wondered who he was thinking about in his sleep. Clare? Even my cousin Frances? Or maybe just the young girl he had seen on the beach. I fantasised it was really me that had got him hard, with the memory of that delicious fuck in my cottage bed. But more likely it was my schoolfriend Helen, he was on to a good thing there, if she could get her life sorted that is. He had visited her once more in her little bed-sit in Earls Court shortly before we left, and to all account resumed his sexual relationship with her in no uncertain fashion. She was separated from her husband, awaiting divorce. The next day I met her for coffee, our first meeting in years, and we had publicly hugged and kissed, a little more affectionately than appropriate for two ex school friends. But then in Earls Court anything goes! In those missing years she confirmed she had become bisexual, Frances being one of her lovers, and I suspected that with a night alone with her I could easily have become another of her conquests. Not that way inclined at the time, but definitely getting interested, I would have been desperate to substitute cock for pussy, especially after recently being on the receiving end of Richard's monster! With a possible relationship in the budding for her and my brother and, even though she knew about our previous juvenile cavortings I had kept the details of our recent incestuous shag to myself.

For a moment or two I was disorientated, then I remembered we had, in a semi drunken daze, fallen asleep side-by-side, and because of the shape of the hammock we were pressed together in the middle of the canvas. The heat of his cock permeated through his bathers onto my skin. If I didn't get out of the hammock right now I knew I would break our promise, right there and then in the dark.

Just as I was about to ease away from that highly tempting prospect I detected movement in the water. The moon had come out briefly to reveal a couple who, if they weren't making love, they were clearly soon about to do so. The moon disappeared again but not before I saw them start to wade ashore, hand in hand, in quiet conversation, and heading our way. Lying low, I watched them approach.

She was nearly as tall as him, and the erection in his trunks was clearly outlined against the pale sand. It was obvious they were about to fuck, but where? They certainly weren't heading for the chalets. I was soon to find out. Another flash of moonlight momentarily revealed their faces. I hadn't seen them before and since there were only about ten couples here I assumed they were new arrivals. They were both attractive, about our age and she had vivid red curly hair bunched up in a bun.

"No, not here, over there." I heard her murmur. She had grabbed his hand and was pulling him towards the hammocks.

"What's wrong with our room?" he replied equally softly, clearly worried their proposed antics might be observed. From my point of view they were about to be!

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

They adjusted their swimsuits and, picking up their towels, headed straight for the hammock next to ours. I was about to politely announce our presence when the moon once more conveniently disappeared and the thought crossed my mind that they, like the visiting Scots, might be swingers too, and wouldn't give a damn if they were watched. My pussy dribbled a little with the thought.

As if I wasn't feeling horny enough with my brother's lump prodding me from behind, the newcomers clambered into their hammock, removed their swimsuits and without further ado, started to fuck. Too much to bear any longer I carefully turned over, pulled down the front of Richard's Speedos and reached for his stiff cock and, sighing deeply in his sleep he turned on to his back, his huge erection pointing to the dark sky. Careful not to attract attention from our copulating neighbours I pulled my bikini crotch to one side and eased my hungry pussy on to him. Of course he awoke with a start as I started to draw him inside me, and being underneath me he was unaware of the similar horny interlude being acted out only a few feet away. Suddenly I didn't care if we were seen and I had a weird suspicion the others wouldn't mind either. Lust had totally consumed my sense of propriety.

As my hips moved up and down on Rich I watched the other couple make love, she was hardly visible apart from the arms around his neck and, with their mouths locked together and his ass clearly in sight, he pounded up and down into her body. I grinned to myself as I timed my movements on my brother with the male stranger. Richard, who had quickly responded, was surprisingly thrusting back at me, his long cock now fully inside my eager pussy, assisted by one hand holding my ass and the other grabbing at my tits. All too soon I heard the stranger reach his climax, and Richard muttered something in surprise when he heard the nearby orgasmic groan.

"Shush," I whispered. "It was nothing, just a dog. Fuck me Rich."

The moon chose that very moment to reappear and the couple finally spotted us, or rather he did at first. Too far gone to care, I grinned and carried on humping my brother and to my surprise they both sat up to watch! When I saw them openly fondle each other's genitals, clearly turned on by our exhibition, I flipped and went for it big time and fucked Richard as hard as I could, rapidly rubbing my clit to make sure we both came together. And that result was achieved pretty violently.

For a breathless minute or two I sat motionless on his cock, my pussy oozing his cream, and smiled again at our sexy neighbours who were still sat up stroking and fingering each other in a post-fuck daze. Rich soon sensed however that something was going on and, sitting up quickly, spotted the sexy scene being enacted only a few feet away from us.

"What the fuck?"

Before I could say anything, he pulled up his bathers and, without a thought for me, grabbed a towel to hide his erection and dashed off toward the hotel. The other two, still naked, were grinning as I too rearranged my bikini bottom and followed him more leisurely, acutely aware of the cum dribbling out of my pussy. I managed a smile and a brief 'Hi' as I passed. The reader will, as I did, hastily conclude that, from their actions, this new couple were fully-fledged swingers. As it eventually turned out, I couldn't have been further from the truth. They, similar to us, were both as horny as hell after four weeks of agreed celibacy, and were too far-gone to give a shit. The sexy location simply added to the scenario.

"What the fuck was that all about?" my brother asked me angrily back at our chalet as he headed for the bathroom.

I shrugged my shoulders, "That was so hot Rich. Like us they were just a normal horny couple. I saw them getting it on in the water and when they got in the next hammock to fuck, I just knew I had to have some too. They saw us, we saw them, so where's the problem?"

"I don't mean them, I mean us. We agreed we wouldn't have sex again, ever."

I had removed my bikini and laughed as I patted my crotch with a tissue, he was still oozing out of me.

"I didn't notice you trying to stop me." 

"I was asleep," he replied sheepishly.

"Bollocks, you had a hard-on, and you can't fuck and sleep at the same time."

"Well, whatever. We did make an agreement."

I grinned at him slyly, "We agreed nothing would happen in this room, we said nothing about outside it."

He didn't reply.

"Okay, so what's the real reason you're angry? I know you enjoyed that quickie as much as I did. I have the proof of it in here." I pointed to my crotch.

Despite his attempted anger his gaze followed my finger, "It was wrong to watch them like that, they must have thought we were peeping toms."

"Rich, they watched us too. And they were getting off on it."

He turned to me, his face reddened, I hadn't seen him like this in ages, but I knew his anger was really pointed inward, he was unable to admit his willingness to let down his guard.

"Well, I think it was dirty, that's all. Sex should be private between two people, not in the open like that. Suppose someone had else had come on the beach."

He made to move towards the shower, but I grabbed his arm and the towel fell from his body, revealing his long pink cock, still glistening from our coupling and, as ever, deliciously erect.

"I think all four of us came on the beach if you must know," I smiled cheekily, staring pointedly at his groin.

"So, dear brother, if you disapprove, why have you still got a hard-on?"

He looked down in embarrassment as if surprised at his aroused condition.

"Fuck off." He strutted into the shower, slamming the door.

In the palm-covered restaurant next to the pool we picked at our dinner in a cold silence, my outrageously priced Lobster Thermidor going down in indigestible lumps. I resolved there was no way we could continue like this for another ten days in this atmosphere, and I was truly afraid matters might take a turn for the worse when the couple from the beach passed by our table, but thankfully Richard didn't appear to notice them. The attractive red-haired girl did give me a wink though, I wondered fleetingly if she was bisexual. Like me she was dressed in red, but she was nowhere as slim. Bitch! Her boyfriend looked a similar age as us, about 30, and was tall, fair skinned and handsome. God, I needed a man! I idly wondered if she would lend me hers? When we eventually departed our table the waiter passed me a note. 

"Nice meeting you guys!! Lunch tomorrow? Les & Tom xx."

"What's that?" asked a curious Richard.

I folded up the note, "Oh, just a recipe I asked the chef for."

Back in our room we sat down together on the bed. I was excited that the couple had made contact, I had a strong suspicion it was their first move towards some form of sexual companionship, but for that to happen I knew I had a lot of work to do on my brother first.

"Rich, we have to talk."

"God, that sounds like a pair of lovers about to break up."

"It's not, and we are hardly lovers. Well, only twice. First of all I apologise for jumping on you like that, but I was so horny and you were after all very hard." I teased him further, "I assumed you were dreaming about me, our night at the cottage?"

He grinned, the wine at dinner had relaxed him considerably, "Sorry to disappoint you, it was Helen actually!" My earlier guess had been correct. 

"Perhaps you two are right for each other. You know, opposites attract. Anyway, sorry again for earlier." 

"Okay, apology accepted. But we did agree not to. And in front of that other couple too, complete strangers."

"We could change that, and meet up with them?" I looked at him hopefully as I started to remove my make-up. "I saw them again in the restaurant, they seem to be a nice normal healthy couple, and they weren't wearing any rings or things. Just because they like to screw in the open doesn't make them bad people, Rich. We both need to make some friends darling, or this holiday is going to do my fucking head in."

Richard remained annoyingly silent.

"Look, you came out here since you had already paid for it, and I agreed to come along to keep you company, and hopefully have a bit of fun myself. I want that bit of fun now." 

"Hmm."

"I know you wish it was Helen instead of me, or even that bitch Clare, but you can't just mope around all day. Lets meet some people, make some friends and have some fun, yeah? Even the couple from the beach, it doesn't have to be about sex." Oh God, who am I kidding, I asked myself? 

"And if I do meet someone I fancy," I added with a smirk, patting his groin, "It will take the pressure off me wanting to jump on you next time I see you with a hard-on."

He looked up and smiled. "Alright Sis, I'm sorry too for being selfish. I have no intention of spoiling it for you, you deserve to meet someone new after so long."

As we settled down on the enormous bed he remarked, "By the way, did you notice that girl's breasts, the one in the hammock I mean?" This was better, at last he was warming to the idea.

I laughed, kissing him affectionately on the neck, "You mean you actually looked above Les's waist?"

His head turned to me, his eyes suspicious, catching me off guard. 

"How do you know her name?"

"I err, I heard him say it when they were screwing."

"Oh. Funny name for a girl. Perhaps she is a les."

"No darling, not from what I saw them doing!"

Richard laughed and turned over on his side with his back to me.

"I think I might check them out tomorrow and say hello. Will you come along?"

"I'll see. Nite-nite Sis."

I went to sleep with memories of the time I first met my late husband Jim at a disco. I was at the bar with Helen at the time and he bought us both drinks. Two hours later, after Helen had gone home with a lad I vaguely knew, we were parked at the back of the local football club screwing our brains out. I got pregnant that night and six months later we were married. At times like this I missed him immensely and often wept and prayed that his death in Afghanistan was quick and painless. Alone at night, even with my brother for company, I still miss him.

Next morning I got up early for a swim, there were just a couple of local people in the water, a guy raking the leaves from the beach, and a few joggers unseeingly spoiling the curved patterns he had created in the sand. In the water I looked back at the hammocks, recalling with a tingle last night's erotic events. I idly wondered how many other couples had put them to use for beach sports of the sexual kind.

From the brief moonlit glances and the later glimpse in the restaurant, Les and Tom didn't appear to be a couple deeply in love, they almost resembled, just like us, brother and sister. Could they be incestuous lovers too? I felt a twinge of excitement at their willingness last night to share their sexuality so openly with us. Their note was wide open to speculation and, as I absentmindedly stroked my sensitive clit underwater, I wondered if they were seeking more than just a casual friendship, and whether Les really was bisexual. On this island nothing would surprise me. As each day of this holiday passed I had got hornier and hornier, and I knew that before long I would be up for anything, even sex with a female for the very first time. 

The problem would be Richard, and as much as my body was demanding sexual contact I was not prepared to leave him alone to mope about Clare, the bitch didn't deserve his remorse. I laughed to myself as I irreverently hoped she would get herpes from the reunion with her ex boyfriend! My thoughts returned to Tom and Les and a vision of all four of us screwing again in the hammocks, but this time with opposite partners. I brought myself to a quick orgasm and waded back inshore.




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 06



Hi! Still with me on my little adventure? You will have read about my erotic introduction to Tom and Les, this is how things slowly develop. Also, showing up out of the blue, I introduce you to my bisexual friend from college, Sophie.

Chapter 6: A surprise visit from an old friend

Following the sexy interlude in the hammocks, and our subsequent formal introduction over lunch, we saw little of our new friends for a few days due mainly to Richard's determination to enlist for every tour of virtually every island in the Caribbean! We sailed through the Grenadines to Union Island, we flew to St Lucia, and Martinique, and we dived off Antigua. I would much rather have been exhausted having sex with Tom and Les! 

In between these trips I did manage to grab a moment in the pool with Tom telling him about the regular Saturday disco, the one the previous week had been very lively and Richard and I had watched several couples get horny on the floor, I was determined to do the same with Tom. In that brief moment in the water he came on to me very strongly, unfortunately it was too public and I had to back away, but not before he deliberately pressed his hard erection against my bare belly. I knew in my heart we weren't very far away from fucking our brains out. A little later, I told Rich that I couldn't hang out much longer.

"Then why not go for it Sis? I have it on good authority that Les has no objection."

As it happened things did progress rather nicely in the right direction when she knocked on our door that very evening after dinner, looking very seductive in a sheer black dress that stuck to every curve, and she had a few of those. Smiling to myself, my pussy gave a familiar twitch and I thought that if I failed with Tom she would be my second choice.

"Hey guys, we are going to Barbados for the day tomorrow, we wondered if you fancy joining us? I'm told there's still room on the tour."

Normally I would have refused, I was weary of shabby overheated airport lounges, but on this occasion I jumped at the chance of being close to Tom, and Rich appeared to be complete putty as far as Les was concerned.

"Err, yes Les, we would love to."

"This one is on me Rich," I declared before he could change his mind, and supplied my card details for Les to pass on to the tour organiser.

"Great you guys, see you at six in the morning!" She disappeared with a knowing grin, I was sure she could read my mind.

An hour later, changing some money at reception, I got the shock of my life.

"Hi Sue, what the fuck are you doing here?" I turned, half recognising the voice.

"Bloody hell! Sophie?" 

It was one of my college friends with her husband Paul and, unlike my best friend Helen, she had remained geographically close and we had remained in contact. She was still happily married to her long-time college sweetheart. 

After we had all hugged a few thousand times and I was assured by Paul that, in his normal physical manner, he still fancied me as much as ever, I led his wife to the bar while he continued checking-in.

Taking a sip from her rum punch, Sophie repeated her question, "So?"

"Actually I am here with Richard, we are on our honeymoon."

"Pardon me?"

"Only kidding." I laughed out loud. I explained about Richard's cancelled wedding, but for the time being, excluded the details of our incestuous encounter. Through Helen she was already aware of our youthful masturbatory escapades. 

Sophie smiled in that not-so-innocent way I remembered from college, "God, I wish I could be in your shoes, or your bed for that matter, with that lovely cock next to me." She had had the hots for Richard ever since I could remember and was one of the few girls to have actually seen his colossal appendage fully erect. True to form he had shied away when she tried to get closer to it.

I laughed, suddenly remembering that horny moment in college when four of us girls watched her go down on her new boyfriend Paul in the back row of class. I told her about our new friends Tom and Les and, remembering she was pretty much as broadminded as me, I included the hammock interlude, nervously waiting for her response. After all, liberated though we all were, it's not every day one fucks one's own brother! Or even step-brother. 

I needn't have worried. My friend peered over her glasses, a mischievous smile on her face, apparently totally unfazed by my admission, "I'm really surprised you two hadn't fucked much sooner. You and Richard were always so close, I often wondered if you two were lovers, especially as you weren't truly related." 

I took her hand, "Please keep it to yourself Soph, only you and Helen know about the masturbation thing, and even she doesn't know we had full sex, it only happened the first time a couple of weeks ago."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, and Paul doesn't need to know."

She took a long sip of her drink, "God, these people know how to make a good cocktail!"

I laughed as she continued, "I hear that Richard has been seeing Helen."

"How did you know that?"

"I bumped into her last week in Smith's, ironically we were both looking for the same book, that new one by Wilbur Smith?"

"How is she?"

"Looking forward to getting rid of that asshole of a husband, I think your brother would be very good for her."

"My thoughts entirely, she certainly loosened him up you know where!"

"Just as well, he was always a bit slow in that department. How was he with you, if I may ask? It must have felt amazing with all that cock inside you."

"It did." I placed my hand on hers, "Surprisingly, that first night in my cottage he was very attentive, I have Helen and Frances to thank for that."

"Wow, he is a dark horse! He had sex with your cousin. Isn't she married?"

I nodded, "She was, gone to live with some guy in Spain."

I explained how she had seduced him and the near threesome encounter in the hotel. Sophie, who was widely known to be bisexual herself, widened her eyes at the mention of the Polish maid. 

"I would have bolted the door and thrown her on the bed," she laughed.

"So would I," I replied daringly. I then went into detail of how I had literally raped Richard when I discovered Tom and Les fucking in the adjacent hammock, I could see Sophie painting the picture in her mind, clearly it excited her. "God, I wish I had been there, Sue."

"So do I Soph, so do I."

I sipped at the remainder of my rum punch, then a further surprise awaited me.

"Your new friends, are they swingers too?"

My glass paused at my lips, "What do you mean by too?"

She grinned from ear to ear, "Bloody hell Sue, I thought you knew?"

I shook my head in disbelief. "Knew what?" But I already had the answer.

Her smile disappeared and for a moment became serious, waving her arms in the air, "You know what this place is don't you? Isn't that why you're here?"

"Umm, yes and no." I knew she and Paul had always been party-mad and I once accepted an invite to one of their pyjama do's. To this day I don't know if she is aware that I had that horny night seduced her then boyfriend into a quick shag in the bathroom. I recalled not feeling guilty at the time because she herself had been seen sneaking off down the garden with a mutual male friend, both full of sexual intent.

Sophie waved to the barman and ordered another round, "I honestly thought you knew. We've been swapping partners for years now. It's great fun."

"So this is why you two are here then?"

She grinned again, "Of course it is! And with you and Richard around perhaps we don't need to look any further. What do you think?"

I adored the boldness of my friend. Already she had my brother mentally undressed and cavorting on the end of his big cock! Sophie, despite her solid relationship with Paul, had never made a secret of her desire for my brother but, as usual at that time and, even though I knew he had fancied her (all the boys did!), he had proved too shy to make a move. And I wouldn't have said no to Paul either. According to her he was an expert lover, he had to be to hang on to her! For a brief instant, realising that these two wanted to have sex with us, I regretted agreeing to tomorrow's excursion with Tom and Les. Suddenly there were two men available to me! For an exciting moment I wondered if, before the holiday was over, we would all wind up in one big orgy? My brother excepted of course! However, I had to decline, for the time being anyway.

"Sorry Soph, I'm really flattered by your invitation but I think we are pretty committed to seeing where this goes with our new friends." I grinned, "You should have been here two days ago to ask us then, but there are lots of other sexy couples here though, if that's what you really want." 

I pointed discreetly to the corner of the restaurant. "There's Mike and Rita over there, they might be available, they came on to us quite strongly on the beach yesterday but as usual Rich was the problem." I laughed at the memory. "She couldn't keep her eyes off his dick!"

"I know the feeling. Where is big boy by the way?"

"Gone to bed. Alone I might add! We've been touring all day, and tomorrow we are off to Barbados with our new friends."

"Lucky you, I hope you all get it on."

"I plan to, he's gorge, and definitely up for it!"

She stood up, "Good luck then, maybe when our men are preoccupied we two could hitch up on our own sometime?"

"I would really like that. Let's call it a rain check shall we?" 

I kissed her softly on the lips, knowing exactly what she was implying. It was clear that a girls-only session was being suggested, and I hugged her tightly, thrilled at the body-to-body contact. It was hard to imagine my friend not being bisexual. At that very moment I was so tempted to invite her and Paul to our room but, although I remembered Richard fancying Sophie like mad, I knew he would throw a fit, especially as he had in no uncertain manner now warmed to the charms of Les. I was a little disappointed that she didn't invite me to her chalet for a ménage-a-trois. I put that down to her wanting my brother to be in the picture also.

I returned to our room, vexed that Jim and I had not seen the signs with Sophie and Paul all that time ago. My late husband had once suggested that, to invigorate our failing marriage, we find another sexy couple to share in some private bedroom fun. We had dined out with Sophie and Paul several times and never once suspected they were looking for exactly the same thing, all the time it had been staring us in the face! To make matters worse, when we got back home from one night out with them, we both admitted in the middle of a particularly hot sex session that we had both fancied them like mad!

As I climbed into bed I told Rich of my meeting with Sophie but limited the content of our conversation. As I turned out the light I had visions of a naked Sophie lying on one bed sucking Jim's cock while she watched me slide down onto Paul's stiff pole. As I drifted off with my fingers between my thighs, their faces slowly transformed into those of Tom and Les, our new, and apparently very available, sex partners-to-be. In the space of a few hours two couples now fancied us. And one of the girls was bisexual too! This holiday was definitely looking up!

On the short flight early the next morning, Les made a strange request, asking to sit next to me. I assumed she wanted to clear the air about what was building up into an interesting development between the four of us. I was partly right. She spoke quietly to avoid being overheard, particularly by our male partners.

"Sue, I think I can see the way this all heading, the four of us."

I smiled, "You think?"

"I like Richard a lot, and it's plain for all to see that you have the hots for Tom."

"You seem very cool about it, you must tell me if you want me to back off."

She took my hand, "No, no, it's not that. I came out here with an open mind, and I really don't want to get into a serious relationship with Tom. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, but not at the quantity that he wants. I find him a bit too demanding if you know what I mean."

I laughed, "He can demand as much as he wants from me! I have some catching up to do, I've had a couple of lean years."

"Seriously Sue. I have something I want to share with you, and I don't know how to put it to your boyfriend."

"Go on. It's safe with me. I have a secret of my own too."

"Up until two years ago I was a prostitute."

I grinned, "So? Aren't we all?" 

"I mean guys paid me to have sex." 

"So, what's the problem?" She looked astonished at my indifference.

"It's only considered the lowest form of life for a woman, that's what's the problem."

I looked around to make sure we weren't overheard and, grabbing both her arms, whispered close to her ear, "I would have thought having sex on the beach with one's own brother would be a good candidate for that position."

She paused for a moment, absorbing the information, her eyes slowly widening in astonishment. 

"You mean Richard is your brother?" She exclaimed non-too quietly, then looked around at the other passengers, realising she might be overheard. 

I squeezed her arm, "Shush. Right pair aren't we!"

She continued in a whisper, "That night on the beach, you were fucking your brother!" It was more of a statement than a question. "Shit! And I thought I was carrying some stuff!"

"I don't feel guilty about it Les, we were both lonely, a little drunk, and it just happened. First time a couple of weeks ago, and then when you both first saw us."

Les laughed. "I don't blame you, he is rather hunky. But what will he think of me?"

We paused while the pretty black stewardess handed out some fruit juice and peanuts.

"If I may say so, some of your experience will help in the bedroom, he is a little lacking in that department. And I don't mean the length of his dick, assuming you get that far."

She giggled softly, "I was already aware of its size!" She placed her hands on mine, her warmth passed right through my body, "You're very cool about me Sue."

"And the same here. The only emotion I feel with you is envy,"

She looked at me quizzically. "Why?"

I grinned, "I wish I had got paid for every time I've been fucked!"

Les laughed out loud, and a few passengers glared at us disapprovingly, "How does the song go? Money never bought me love? I still don't know how to tell him though, I really like your brother, umm boyfriend, and I don't want to balls things up."

"Tell you what, I'll break the ice tonight. I'll think of something, okay?"

Les kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you Sue, I'm owed a decent relationship, perhaps this is the one."

"No problem. By the way, say nothing to Tom about me and Richard, I would like to break that to him myself."

"Sure. I would love to see his face though!"

We landed in Barbados in time for breakfast and were given a few hours to spend exploring Bridgetown, one of the few places in the Caribbean with any decent shops. We all stayed together as four friends getting to know more about each other as each hour passed by. Little intimate gestures between each other's partner, such as holding hands, did not go amiss, nor was disapproved of. Even Richard accepted that we were all graduating to the next level, a sensual bond. 

After a typical Caribbean lunch at an apparently famous beachside hotel we were taken inland to Harrison's Cave, some prehistoric grotto. Somehow Tom ended up in the front seat of the underground tram with me, the other two immediately behind. As we descended into the mountain in the dark our lips met softly for the first time, the electricity of a first mouth-to-mouth contact never fails to thrill me. We were desperately hungry for each other and the passion started to show in our kissing. Out of the corner of my eye I was thrilled to see that Les and Rich had followed suit. It had started! I was now certain that tonight we would all fuck.

In the dark I desperately wanted to feel Tom's cock for the first time but, expecting to be plunged into underground floodlight at any moment, I had to resist. With his hand high on my bare thigh, he obviously had the same thoughts! I so wanted him to touch me down there, it was driving me crazy. For the last two days I hadn't masturbated, subconsciously saving it up, determined that my next orgasm would be on the end of his tongue. I wondered if he had been saving it up too, I had visions of him flooding my mouth, my pussy, wherever he wanted to cum. As we returned to the surface he again took my hand, and looked at me longingly. My eyes said 'fuck me,' his response, ill concealed in his black shorts, confirmed his reply in the affirmative.

In the afternoon we were guided around a nature reserve, arms around our lovers-to-be, the desire for each other continuously building. Despite my horny state I was a tiny bit apprehensive. For me in the past it had always been sex at first sight. Many a time had I fallen in love with a guy, only to be ditched after the sex. Was this just lust once again for me, or could there be more? It was so hard to tell at this stage, especially when my pussy was running my brain. Clearly Les and Rich had something going well beyond what I wanted with Tom. I just wanted to fuck and, from the state of his pants most of the day, Tom had the same objective.

On our return to the airport, and to the disapproval of the boys, Les and I again sat together in the minibus, this time at my request. For a while we sat in silence as we admired the palm covered coves each with it's own little undeveloped beach. Finally Les turned to me and spoke quietly. 

"What's on your mind Sue?"

"Les, how would you feel if I asked Tom to sleep with me tonight?"

She took my hand and whispered in reply, "Listen, I have absolutely no objection to you fucking my boyfriend, it's obvious you are both as horny as hell for each other. Just get on with it and get him out of my hair, he's been like a caged lion ever since he met you!"

I'm sure I felt my pussy weep a little with joy, and I leaned forward and kissed Les's cheek. "Oh thank you, you are right, I have been up for it all week too."

"You're welcome Sue, I get like that sometimes. But what do we do about your brother? We two haven't got to that stage yet."

For a moment my shoulders sagged and I regretted my selfishness but she gripped my hand, "Don't worry, I'll think of something. We find each other great company and that's a start."

She turned away and looked back out of the window, it was suddenly raining again. I heard her murmur, "Anyway, it's not as though I don't fancy him."

I replied just as softly, "Les, you will fancy him even more when you see the size of his cock!"

Les turned back to me and laughed, "I have seen some big ones in my time Sue, but I wasn't so stupid as not to get a feel when we were in that cave. I agree, he does seem very interesting down there!"

"If you really want him, he is easily seduced, Les."

"I'm the world champion at that darling, but I won't jump in until he is ready if you know what I mean, I don't want to spoil things. I know you and Tom want to fuck and get it over and done with, but I'm different that way. I've had hundreds of one-night-stands, it was what I was paid for!"

"I understand, I know he will honour you for that."

"That doesn't mean that if he throws me on the bed and tries to ravish me I shall stop him!"

I giggled, "Tonight it is then?"

"Fuck it Sue, you are getting me in the mood already! Why not?"

We sat in silence for a while, I wondered if our two guys were having a similar conversation, and a seduction was being planned from their end. Or ends, to be sexually correct!

As we neared the airport I spoke again softly, "By the way, if it helps, Rich is actually my step-brother." I explained our history but omitted the juvenile fooling around between us. I guessed she knew enough for the time being, not that for a single moment did I doubt that she would be shocked. Not with her history.




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 07



My story so far: Following the masturbatory sessions with my step-brother in my teens, he had a few weeks ago shown up on my doorstep have just been jilted by his fiancée. Out of pity (my excuse!) I slept with him for the first time prior to accompanying him on his so-called honeymoon. On a little Caribbean Island we met up on a moonlit beach with Tom and Lesilia, who both expressed a desire to exchange partners. This is how it developed. 

Chapter 7: Fucking Tom, at last!

At breakfast I shared with Richard a little of what Les had told me on the plane but without giving away too much. There was no sign of our new friends but sharing a table in the corner were Sophie and Paul and the couple I had earlier pointed out to them. I wondered if they had shared anything else? I caught Sophie's eye and she discreetly gave me a thumbs up. This island was certainly living up to its reputation!

"Rich, you know that Les has had a lot of sexual partners don't you?"

"How do you know that?"

"She told me of course! We women talk about these things. She just doesn't want to spoil anything that might happen between you both."

"Sue, I don't care about her past, what I like is what I see right here and now, and it's not just sex. Of course I fancy her, and I think she knows it, I would have to be a moron not to, but that's not the real reason I am attracted to her. Okay?"

"I understand Rich, I just don't want to see you hurt again, that's all."

"Don't worry, I won't be, and anyway, look at our own past. Hardly angelic is it!"

I grinned. "I told her about us, but not our wanking sessions. She is very broadminded and thought it was very cool that I made love with my brother. Sophie by the way assumed when we chatted on Thursday that we had always been doing it! She won't tell anyone else by the way. I think you have someone very special there with Les." 

"And it looks as though you have hit it off with Tom. I'm only surprised you haven't seduced him yet. You always seem to get what you want Sis."

I put my hand on his. 

"Just waiting for the okay from you dear brother. I don't want to be doing this on my own, I want to watch you and Les get down and dirty too." 

He frowned. 

"Not literally, silly!" I laughed. "On the other hand..."

Come eight in the evening we all met as arranged in the bar, having secured an intimate table for four in a secluded corner of the restaurant. It looked directly out onto the area that had been cleared for dancing. Les was wearing a sexy flowery ankle-length dress, accentuating her big boobs, Tom looked cool in slacks and a red shirt that I bought for him yesterday, and Rich as ever was all in black. I had settled for a loose white blouse and Vic's Secret bra showing as much cleavage as I could with my little tits, and decided that my tan was now deep enough to sport my favourite purple mini. Richard talked me out of the fuck-me heels, but I didn't tell him that I had left my panties behind! I might not have been dressed to kill, but I was undressed enough for sex! Out of view of anyone I parted my legs a little to allow the gentle evening breeze to cool my overheated pussy.

The dinner that evening was a set menu consisting of some strange concoction of prawns and bacon, followed by Red Snapper Creole style and a magnificent Pavlova to follow. At the circular table the two men were sat either side of me, with Les opposite. As soon as the band struck up something from the Stones, Richard dragged me out on to the floor, leaving the others to finish their coffee.

"You ready for having some fun Rich?" I spoke close to his ear.

"I think so," he shouted over the music, "This all still seems very strange though."

"Let's just play it by ear darling, everything will work out okay."

He frowned at me in his typical brotherly manner, "The way you're dressed I think you have it worked out already!"

Richard is a great dancer and we stayed out for a calypso, but I was pleased when he led me back and offered me rather formally to Tom, himself returning to the floor with an eager Les. Almost immediately I received a tap on my shoulder. It was Sophie, clinging to her new acquisition, Mike. His wife Rita could be seen in the distance, with Paul's hands clutching her ass.

"Having fun sweetie?"

"Definitely darling." She shouted over the music, "And you look about to. Go for it." 

"I intend to," I yelled back.

"Love to Richard. Tell him I want that big cock one day," as she dragged her new lover back into the melee.

"Tell him yourself," I muttered, hoping she wouldn't suggest it in front of Les.

Tom did not exaggerate about his lack of technique, I secretly hoped it did not apply to the bedroom. We sat out the next couple of dances at the bar but when the slow stuff started we couldn't be separated. We must have danced on and off for over an hour, kissing softly occasionally, slowly building up the sexual tension between us. I was literally glued to his body with sweat, the heat of his chest permeating through my blouse. Of course he was totally erect and I enjoyed teasing his lump with my belly, dry humping him as we danced. Tom grinned at my forwardness and discreetly fondled one of my tits. 

The floor had thinned out considerably when I silently mouthed the words he was waiting to hear.

"I want to fuck."

"I want to fuck you too, Sue. I think we've waited long enough don't you?"

I wriggled against his hard cock and replied that I was in total agreement of that and suggested we drift toward a darker corner. First, I wanted to snog his head off!

Out of sight of most of the band my mouth melted on his, his tongue fighting its way into my mouth, not that I offered any resistance. He was rubbing his erection up and down my body in a dry fuck as our passion heated up. Moving us further out of sight, he unbuttoned the top of my blouse and delved his hand into my bra, lifting out my breast to suck on an excited nipple. Now randy beyond belief, I decided I wanted this guy here and now and nothing was going to stop me. I grabbed his cock through his pants. God, it was so hard, so hot, and bloody fat with it! I told him in no uncertain terms that I wanted him here and now.

"What, here?" He looked at me with a contrasting mixture of amazement and lust.

"Yes Tom, right here. I want this lovely fat cock inside me, now."

Still kissing, I lowered his zip and extracted him from his boxers, my hand barely encircling its girth. Wow, he was even thicker than I thought!

We both groaned when his fingers discovered my naked wet pussy and I pulled him towards it, desperate to feel him inside me. He lifted my leg onto a box to get easier access and my wet lips opened to receive what I had been lusting after all week, but he was barely an inch inside me when suddenly he pulled back.

I opened my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"They're watching us."

Unnoticed by us, the music had stopped and the band were on a smoke break, two of them heading our way. "I don't give a shit Tom, just fuck me, please." I was past caring, and anyway they wouldn't be able to see anything.

Probably from my exhibitionist streak I became more determined than ever and managed to lower myself back further on to his lovely prick. It felt amazing, I do so get off on that first physical contact with a new man. But it was only a reprieve. Tom again pushed me away. 

"No Sue, I don't mind being watched like the other night, but not by a bunch of pervs. And who knows who else might come around the corner."

Smoothing down my skirt I reluctantly had to agree with him, but as we walked back to our table past a visibly disappointed band, I informed him that now I had had some of his cock in me I wanted the rest of it, and very soon.

"That depends on the other two," he replied, not very convincingly. I think he was ready to break all the rules too.

"I think you have the answer to that Tom," I nodded towards our table, most other guests had drifted away to the bar, there was no sign of Sophie and Paul and their swinging partners. No surprise there! Les and Rich were in a deep snog, and as we approached I noticed that her hand was out of sight below the table, obviously somewhere close to Rich's lap. His fingers were discreetly fondling the outline of an erect nipple.

"Wow!" was all Tom could manage as we drifted closer, slowly enough for them to spot us and hastily attempt to collect themselves. I couldn't help giggling.

"Don't be embarrassed you guys, we were doing the same around the corner, look." 

I grabbed Tom's hard cock through his pants.

"That's nothing," smiled Les, "Look what I found all alone and needing some TLC."

She lifted the tablecloth and there was Richard massively erect in his pants with the circumcised head of his cock peeping out of the top.

I laughed. "Boasting again Rich, that's going to get you into trouble one day." 

"This isn't what you think," he stuttered and we all laughed as he hastily stuffed it out of sight, I was thrilled that Les had actually got him this far.

I really don't think they had noticed our absence and, grinning to myself, I wondered what Rich's reaction would have been if he had known that moments ago Tom had started to screw his sister just a few yards away. As we sat down I cut no ice and grinned at the other two. "This is so fucking cool folks."

Tom ordered a bottle of champagne to celebrate the start of something we had known all along would happen, but Richard was still clearly circumspect. I whispered in his ear, "I'm going to sleep with Tom tonight, please don't mess things up now."

Les meanwhile had replaced her hand in Richard's lap to hide his embarrassment. "Now where the fuck do we go from here?"

I knew very well where the fuck Tom and I wanted to go, but the decision had to come from someone else, preferably my own brother. As Tom and I sat down very close together I swear I could smell my sex! Or maybe it was my smell coming from his pants! Discreetly my fingers sought the outline of his erect cock.

There was an embarrassing silence as we all stared at Rich, waiting for him to speak. 

"I was afraid of this, it's ending up like some sordid wife swap and..."

"No its not Rich," I interrupted, squeezing Tom even tighter, again checking the adjacent tables for onlookers.

"...the sort of thing they do behind curtains on council estates."

"But we're not wives, we are free spirits and free to fuck who we like."

Les joined in with me, "I agree. And anyway, how can it be wife swapping if none of us is married?"

Tom, sensing my frustration, kissed my ear and added his own contribution, "Can't we just think of this as some no-strings fun among good friends?"

We girls nodded eagerly, both as anxious for sex as Tom clearly was, and even Richard managed a half-smile. Les whispered that, under her hand, his erection hadn't budged an inch. And he could afford a few inches of budging!

My brother sighed, "Well, I guess if you put it like that. It's just that I don't want us all going down there." He pointed to the beach. "I want to be with her in private." He stared long and hard at Les, and she patted his cock in reply.

Then Tom, as though suddenly inspired through the haze of alcohol, came up with the solution. 

"Hey, how about we do it like this?"

"What?" we all chorused, even Richard's eyes lighting up.

"Okay..." Tom paused for dramatic effect. "...Richard, may I have the pleasure of borrowing your girl friend for tonight please? And in exchange you can borrow mine."

For a brief moment he looked puzzled, and then grinned with a relieved expression. 

"Fuck, why didn't I think of that?"

Les and I clapped our hands in delight. I swear my pussy smiled too!

"But only if you return the goods in the same condition you found them!"

"What? Do you mean horny, Rich?" I replied laughing.

The need to have sex very soon now lay very heavily on us all, a tell-tale had arrived through Tom's pants and Les and I quietly admitted that our skirts were soaking behind, me in particular, being without underwear. 

Before anyone could change their minds I grabbed the remaining champagne and dragged Tom off to my chalet. Looking back I was thrilled to see Les and Richard resume their snogging. I was secretly hoping that he would get as much enjoyable sex from her as I knew I was going to have with Tom.

We fell together on the bed, laughing and pawing at each other, and slowly got lost in our very first prolonged deep kiss, our tongues lashing together in total passion, while our hands ripped at each other's clothing. Our urgency belied the fact that we now had the whole night to discover each other intimately. As we kissed he was half on top of me, pressing his erection into my thigh with slow thrusting movements as though he was already inside my pussy.

Our mouths parted and I let out a long breath and then, pulling out from underneath him, quickly moved off the bed to stand next to it. I shed my skirt and top in one swift motion and jumped back onto the mattress. We were kneeling facing each other now, my lips again sought his and I reached down to start pulling his pants off too, my hands more often trying to stroke his cock than making any progress at undressing him. Very soon we were both panting with sheer lust for each other, and the only item of clothing remaining were my bra and his black boxers which were doing nothing to hide his strong arousal, the rest of our clothes now in a heap on the floor.

"I want to fuck," I declared.

"You said that before," Tom laughed, his erection pushing the material out to the extreme. If he was any smaller than my brother, it was not apparent at that moment.

"This time I won't take no for an answer," I replied, gripping his erection in both hands.

Gently pushing me back on the bed again, his hand slid between the warmth of my thighs to continue his exploration of my willing body. My fine blonde pubic hairs were trimmed into a small triangle, my pussy tastefully lined with fine golden hair. My lips, easily visible through them, parted easily in the wetness and warmth of my arousal as his fingers started to move more insistently. He jumped when he felt my toes reach out to tease his cock.

As I moaned and pressed myself up against his hand, he inserted a gentle finger inside me, being careful to avoid my already engorged clitoris. With his free hand he removed my bra and stroked the soft swelling of my little breasts while his finger moved in and out of my naturally lubricated pussy. I was desperate for Tom to fill me with his cock, to screw me hard, to continue what we had started in the bar, but this lovely man had other ideas. There are moments when I want to be held down on the bed, ravaged, raped even, and this was one of them. Instead I realised I had chosen a guy who intended to start out by worshipping every single inch of my body, only the late Jim had ever done that. With the knowledge that the hard fucking would eventually follow (with me I make sure it always does!), I allowed him to cherish me.

Inserting another finger he leaned down to put his mouth near my clitoris and lightly dragged his tongue across it while he teased deeper and deeper inside my pussy. He muttered that I tasted sweet as his tongue lingered over my swollen lips, and sliding down the bedspread he spread my thighs wide to give himself better access. To save his neck I passed him a pillow to place under my bum.

He returned to the paradise as he called it, and while he started to torture my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he slowly began to finger fuck my soaking cunny. My breathing accelerated and my hips gyrated as I urgently pressed myself up against his mouth striving for the satisfying pressure of his tongue. He fingered me more quickly as I luxuriated in the sensation of his fingers moving roughly within me. While his free hand switched from one sensitive nipple to the other, his tongue alternated from moving briefly against my clitoris, flicking lightly in time with his stroking hand, then away to my upper thighs, savouring the leaking juices of my passion.

I was groaning and tossing my head back and forth in pleasure, crying out his name, urging him on, continuously requesting that he let me cum, pleading with him to fuck me. Finally he relented and, concentrating with one hand on my sensitive button, he inserted an extra finger with the other and attacked the furry surface of my g-spot. 

I realised through the ecstasy that I was about to lose control. I was in a state of total bliss that only Jim had ever achieved with me, I was Tom's to do anything with, even have me in the bum if he wanted. The end came quickly as suddenly I held my breath, and my body froze as if in electric shock, and then erupted in moans of pleasure, my thighs clamping down on his hand. As I cried out he looked up at me, grinning like the proverbial cat, his face soaking wet, then returned to help work me down from my orgasm, still mercilessly but much more slowly driving his fingers in and out of me to keep the sensation intense, but not so much as to be unbearable as had been the case with Richard. 

I shivered as at last we both relaxed back, sweating freely on the covers. With a gleam in my eye I reached down for his cock, still barely contained within those pants, the front clearly stained with his pre-cum. Tom grinned when he knew what was next on the menu. Me! He had no choice, I was ovulating, on heat, and badly needed a cock. His cock. 

"Come here mister, I only got a little of this fellow earlier, I want the rest of him now!"

He pulled down his pants fully exposing to me for the first time his delicious fat cock, vastly erect. It was nowhere as long as my brother's, no surprise there, but I gasped out loud with a mixture of horror and delight when I saw just how really fat it was, very like a pink courgette, the swollen head glistening wet in the moonlight. I cannot remember any other moment that I was so ready for sex, neither before that night or even since.

"Shit Tom, I'm not sure if this is going to be possible!" My pussy contracted in a mixture of disbelief and wanton desire. 

Impossible or not, the overwhelming lust in my body took control and I pulled him up to me, between my open legs, my pussy trembling in the anticipation of being opened up by this monster piece of flesh. Pulling my knees up slightly I reached down between them putting his cock head in line with its target. I gazed down hungrily at this throbbing erection, still continuing to leak at the tip. I am sure it was because I was so very much on heat that I allowed my pussy to contract enough to allow such girth inside me. I felt as though I had the power to suck him into me without either of us moving, my need was that strong.

The reader will by now have come to the conclusion I was now truly in need of sex!

He paused at my entrance and gazed with his own lust into my eyes.

"Ready?" he asked pointlessly.

I nodded and gripped his leaking weapon, "I've been waiting all week for you mister fat dick, ever since I saw you on the beach."

I gave him a squeeze and his eyes flared when a drop of pre-cum dribbled out on to my sex lips, as if I needed any lubrication! I was soaking, and ready for him.

"I am going to fuck you now, you delicious creature."

"Thought you would never ask, put him in me and then you will feel how delicious I am." I laughed.

Instinctively he held himself up on his hands as I rubbed his tip up over my clitoris and then guided him down and into my waiting haven of sex. With a groan he gently lowered himself until he was fully inside me, both relishing that wonderful one-time experience of a new cock completely filling a new pussy. I was pleasantly surprised that my pussy opened readily to take him in without any discomfort. My arms went around his neck pulling him tightly to my breasts, and I kissed him hungrily as slowly we started to fuck. I was incredibly wet and the heat from his cock was amazing as I pushed hard up against his thrusts. He told me later that of all the women that he had been fortunate enough to share his bed with, he had never known anyone so incredibly turned on as I was at this moment. But then all men say that don't they! Even so, the desire was literally soaking me and I was worried he might not find sufficient friction for us to enjoy the sex. No problem! His thickness made up for that and I was much drier deep inside, the business end as Tom called it!




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 08



So Tom and I got it on at last! And with what was to follow today I suddenly had offers of sex coming out of my ears! By the way, thank you so much boys and girls for all your feedback, you have given the confidence to continue!

Chapter 8: Sophie's choice

We woke to the ringing of Tom's mobile, his eyes were full of sleep and he passed it to me. A distinctly tired-sounding Les asked if we could make it an hour later, previously we had all agreed to meet up at breakfast. 

I staggered naked into the bathroom for a pee, my pussy was still tingling from the memory of last night's assault. As I peed I fondled my clit softly, my best friend Helen once told me of this unique way of masturbating and, when caught in the mood in the bathroom, I have done it ever since. But much as I wanted to cum, now was not the time for masturbation, not unless Tom chose that moment to follow me in and watch. God, how I love the expression on a guy's face when he first sees that spectacle, and of course his own randy response! With a pang I recalled those horny sessions with my brother. 

No, I needed to fuck, once I started with a new man there was no stopping me. But when I returned to the bedroom, my pussy on fire, I immediately saw that Tom was in no condition to raise his head, let alone his cock so, shrugging my shoulders, I turned the kettle on instead. Through bleary eyes looked at me with that puzzled smile that said 'Did I just fuck the sexiest girl in the Caribbean?'

"I wonder what Rich and Les have been up to?" I smiled through equally sleepy eyes.

"If they did a fraction of what we did last night, they will still have had a wonderful time."

Tom also staggered to the bathroom for a pee and I was tempted to follow him in and hold his cock for him, another of the crazy Helen's ideas, but thought better of it. He took over the tea making while I brushed my hair. I was wrong about his cock, it was already hard, very hard. What is it with men that they can be tired, stoned, even drunk, and command a rampant hard-on first thing in the morning? But then I guess I owed myself some credit for that, I was after all still stark naked! I am proud to say I have never failed to raise an erection when facing a man in this condition.

He passed me my cup and, as I sat facing him back on the pillows, I became aware that my nipples too were erect and with false modesty attempted to cover my breasts with the bedsheet. I took a sip of the hot liquid and then, putting it down on the little bedside table, gave him my most serious look. 

"Come here Tom."

He leaned back on the bed beside me, his cock temptingly alert in expectation of more sex, but I took his hand and looked earnestly into his eyes. The sheet had slipped, once again exposing my tits, a strong aroma of stale sex wafting up from down below.

"Tom, would you believe me if I told you that last night was the most wonderful sex I have ever had? And I've had a pretty fair share so far."

"Well," he replied, moving his hand down between my thighs, "This is the most delightful pussy I have ever tasted or made love to and, if you must know..." 

He held up his hand as I started to reply, 

"...I have never known anyone move the way you do when having sex, there is nothing better than a woman fucking back at you."

I trembled as his finger had slipped into a very wet pussy and I started to reach for his cock but then saw the time and pushed him away, and leapt from the bed. 

"No Tom, we mustn't be late for the others, and look at the state of us, we stink of sex. Let's go shower." 

As I headed for the bathroom he whistled, "Nice ass!"

I turned and paused at the door, staring at him thoughtfully as he absent-mindedly stroked his cock. Lewdly I bent over, displaying a very wet pussy from behind and, spreading my cheeks in real porn style, I replied between my legs, "And you have a very nice cock Tom."

"Thank you. By the way, am I dreaming, or did we do it again in the night?"

"If you can't remember, I'm not telling you." I stood up and pointed to the bed. "Maybe you had a wet dream?"

"Yes, very wet," he smiled, pointing to the obligatory wet patch. "That would have been some dream."

Of course we showered together, and the resulting mutual intimate soaping of each other roused us to the point that we had a stand up quickie in the little cubicle under the cascading water. This time it was more of an urgent satisfying prod, and somehow cemented this new relationship that was starting to form. As we dried each other off in that haze of post orgasm we agreed that our affair should continue after the holiday.

"When we get back home I want you to fuck me in your bed Tom, and I want to fuck you in mine."

"What about Richard?"

"He's not into threesomes," I joked.

"I am," he declared as he watched me step into a clean pair of panties. "Preferably outnumbered by a different sex!"

I stroked his cheek lovingly as he started to shave with Richard's razor, "Knowing my...boyfriend..." I paused, I had almost forgotten that Tom was unaware of my true relationship with Richard. "I don't think you need to worry. I have a feeling that his bed will get regular visits by a certain librarian!" 

As we dressed we talked more about our partners. "I wonder if they had as good a time as we did Sue."

"If she likes long cocks she will have been in heaven. Personally he's just a bit too much for me. He bloody hurts, no wonder his fiancée deserted him!"

"How big is he then?" It was a man thing, men just had to know! He was obviously recalling the exposure in the bar last night, and called it. "Eight inches?"

I shook my head, grinning, and pointed upwards, "Nine-and-a-half inches if you really want to know, I measured him once," I laughed, squeezing his groin.

"Fuck me, that's ridiculous, he should be in porn." 

"I much prefer a fat one like this though," I added, reaching up and kissing his soapy face, my hand squeezing his cock. "More to grip you see."

As we left the cabin and headed toward the restaurant I whispered, "I want to do all that again before we leave here. I just wish it could be tonight, but Rich did promise Uncle Norman we would come." 

I had explained earlier that Richard's honeymoon holiday had been organised by his uncle who lived on Bequia, a short island hop away. Richard and I had been invited to dinner and stay overnight with him, and were reluctant to retract.

I grabbed his arm. "How about tomorrow? We shall be back for breakfast."

"Yes please! But don't you think we better check with the others first? I am still not sure that your boyfriend is fully okay with this."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem Tom, there is something I want to tell you about Richard, but now's not the time."

The other two lovers were already feasting on what remained of the breakfast buffet when we arrived. It was kisses and hugs all round followed by an embarrassed silence, until Les spoke.

"Well, all I am fit for this morning is a horizontal position, and I mean the sunbathing one!" 

We all laughed and suggested it might be tactful to split with our own original partners for breakfast, followed by a lazy time on the beach. The sun had defied the forecast and was already burning hotly into our backs.

I had thought I looked tired as I sat down diplomatically next to my brother, but in contrast he looked shattered. I presumed, like me, he had just experienced the best sex of his life last night, and I grinned at him, whispering in his ear. "And how was your night you dirty boy?"

As usual I was wrong, it turned out that they had indeed been awake all night. But only talking! 

He leaned towards me and whispered, "We aren't ready for the sex thing yet." 

My brother certainly had an old fashioned approach to sex, but not to the extreme that he wouldn't fuck his own sister, I smiled to myself. I wondered what he had done about that erection last seen by all last night in the bar?

To my total surprise therefore, it was Richard who was first to suggest exploring our new friendships further by asking Tom and I if we minded him spending the next whole day with Les! Of course we jumped at the idea and, to put the icing on the cake Tom suggested making it a full 24 hours, thus making sure some prolonged sex could be included in the equation.

"Why not start today Rich?' I suggested, "Do we really have to meet your uncle?"

Apart from my eagerness to have some more sex with my new lover, I really was not looking forward to another boat trip, Fast Cat or otherwise.

Richard nodded, "Sorry folks, I would love to stay as much as you guys, but the boat is booked and Uncle Norman is expecting us this afternoon. And don't forget Sue, he did pay for some of our holiday. 

Trying my best not to show my disappointment I replied, "I understand, it's just that I'm pissed off with boats, that all." And I want to fuck, I silently wished to myself.

"It's only a ninety minute trip." Then he grinned, "And I am sure Tom will still be here when we get back."

"Dead right," Tom grinned, "Ready and willing and able."

"Me too," laughed Les," Don't leave me out of this!"

Finishing breakfast, my eyes wandered across the restaurant and I spotted Sophie sitting alone. Seeing that Tom and Les were busy comparing notes I made my excuses and carried my coffee over to her table.

"Hi Soph."

She looked up and smiled, "Hi Sue, your brother looks more hunky than ever, when are you going to reintroduce me?

"Hands off you! He needs love, not sex!"

She caught his eye and they waved to each other. "Everyone needs sex Sue, I remember you saying that to me back in college!"

"I agree, but the question is, how often?"

She giggled, "As often as possible please! I assume the other guy is Tom, the one you told me about?"

I nodded, sipping at the bitter coffee.

"He looks dishy as well, love his hair."

I swallowed a mouthful of coffee and laughed, "Hands of him too, he's mine! You've got your own bit of cock from what I heard last night."

She laughed, "Was that you next door?" I nodded.

"That's cool, we heard you too then. I like that, wish we could have seen you."

I laughed, "Me too, maybe another time?"

"Deal! So did you all swap partners then?"

I grinned at her forwardness, "Yes, as a matter of fact did."

"Great! All in the same bed?"

I pretended to appear shocked at her suggestion, "No, we were in separate huts."

"Good shag?"

I don't usually like sharing with a girl friend about a new lover, probably for fear of losing them, my pattern. But with Sophie it was different, we were soul buddies and would never hurt each other. That's why we had remained friends so long. It was truly amazing we hadn't taken our relationship one step higher, but I didn't think that was too far away now.

"Oh God yes! It was amazing, the best sex I've had in years. Come to think of it, it's the only sex in years! Not counting my brother of course."

I gave her blow-by-blow detail of last night. She grinned when I told her about the disco.

"I love to fuck in public too, Sue. That risk of getting caught."

"Or watched?" I suggested.

"Mmm, that too." Her eyes glazed over at some distant erotic memory. "So this was the first time you have actually swapped with another couple?"

"We didn't call it swapping Soph, more like borrowing each other's partner for a few hours. But if you put it like that, yes it was."

"I see she... what's her name again, Tom's partner?"

"Les, it's short for Lesilia."

"I see Les can't keep her eyes off Richard, so something must have clicked. I remember how shy he always was."

"Yes, he's a lot better now, and I really think they may have hit it off. We've all agreed to give it another go tomorrow, a whole 24 hours this time."

Sophie's eyed widened in mock surprise, "24 Hours? Fuck, that's some serious shagging!"

I laughed, "Not in bed silly. Tom and I are going out on St Vincent for the day together and I think Rich wants to take Les sailing."

"Wow. This all sounds serious. More than just the sex then?"

"Yes, I think it might be. There is life beyond sex, Sophie."

"Really? Well, don't tell me about it, I'm happy as I am!"

I caught the waiter's eye and ordered us both another coffee.

"So tell me about you guys. From what I saw last night in the disco you had no trouble hitting it off with that American couple."

"Mike and Rita you mean? We had already had sex with them before then. When you pointed them out on Friday, I grabbed Paul and we hooked up with them straight away. We dumped our bags and in less than an hour we were in bed with them. Thanks for the introduction by the way."

"Bloody hell, you two don't waste any time!"

"Why wait? We all wanted the same thing, and they were even hornier than we were, probably because they've been here longer than us. We clicked straight away, so we went for it. And boy is that Mike insatiable!"

I was starting to get wet with the memories of my own recent sex with Tom. "In what way?"

"He simply wouldn't stop, we must have been at it nearly all that evening, and same again last night."

A middle-aged woman and what appeared to be her teenage daughter had sat down at the adjacent table so I reduced my voice to a whisper, "Was he a slow cummer then?"

She giggled softly, "No, not at all, he had no trouble in that department, and I seriously thought we would run out of condoms! He simply wanted to keep going after each one."

"What, after each orgasm?"

She grinned, "Yep!"

"Fuck! Lucky you. Not many guys like that around." Except Tom, I thought.

"I know, the other two were fast asleep by the time we eventually collapsed."

"Shit! You all had sex in the same room?" In my surprise I had inadvertently raised my voice, and the girl at the next table smirked knowingly.

"Same bed actually! And why not, we love it like that. I really get off on watching Paul with another girl, as long as her man's shagging me of course!"

I recollected last week's erotic first meeting with Tom and Les, "I guess you are right, that brief moment in the hammocks was one of a helluva turn on for us all, except Rich of course who didn't realise what was going on!"

"Especially as he was being fucked by his sister at the time!" she giggled.

"Hush Soph, I don't want the whole world to know. And Tom still doesn't by the way."

"Okay, sorry. I told Paul about your hammock adventure and Mike and Rita agreed it might be fun to try one dark night."

We both glanced at the teenager who was clearly doing her best to eavesdrop, her nipples were clearly erect beneath her halter-top. Idly I wondered if she would creep off later and masturbate, or whether her partner was indeed not her mother. Whatever, I smiled to myself, anything seems to go on this island. Sophie grimaced as she shifted position on her seat.

"What's wrong? I whispered in a tone now just low enough for the girl to hear, but not the mother, I had the impish desire for her too to get turned on by our erotic chat. "Sore pussy?"

Sophie grinned, "How did you guess? Who wouldn't be after two nights of that Mike? You would think he had been without for months."

Discreetly she took my hand, squeezed it and stared earnestly into my eyes, "What she needs right now is a nice sweet tongue to make her better."

In an instant I realised what she was inferring and for a moment I shivered with excitement at the idea. Then, as the waiter approached, I gently removed my friend's hand.

"I know what you are suggesting Soph and I'm very flattered, but I can't. I've never been with another woman."

She looked at me quizzically, "Yes you have, I remember that night at my birthday party when we all saw you kissing Frances."

The fresh coffee had arrived and her fingers were exploring mine again, much to the obvious delight of the adjacent table, the mother was trying to listen in too! 

"That was different, Fran was my cousin, and anyway we were drunk."

She persisted, "Don't give me that, I saw you both feeling each other's tits, and you were definitely snogging. Then you both disappeared, so we all assumed the worst. Or best, depends which way you look at it!"

"I told you, we were drunk, and we went home separately," I replied indignantly.

She shrugged, "Whatever. All I can say is, you are missing out, Sue."

I smiled, "I can assure you that wouldn't be the first time I have heard someone tell me that. Maybe one day when I'm ready. Why not ask Rita? I am sure as a swinger she would oblige. Come to think of it, where are they all?"

"Still sleeping it off. I tried by the way, and she's not bi either. Anyway I didn't fancy her all that much."

Sophie had grabbed my hand again and, completely under the amazed stare of mother and daughter, placed it on her bare thigh, she was already in her bikini bottoms, ready for the beach.

"But I do fancy you Sue, I always have done."

My neck flushed at the invitation as she continued, "I would love to go to bed with you, right now. I am so wet."

I didn't dare tell her I was feeling exactly the same way. The heat of her flesh under my palm was tearing me apart and I was now aware that I desperately wanted to have sex with my old schoolfriend. I smiled inwardly when I remembered admiring her slender body in the showers at school, her breasts were the largest in the class! Nevertheless I still hesitated, but couldn't comprehend why. So many times I had stood at this threshold of my sexuality, and then withdrawn. With my first ever boyfriend I had had no such hesitation, I had plunged in hook, line and pussy. Maybe I was concerned about what others would think of me, but in the present situation I was sure that Tom would be turned on by any show of female bisexuality. Les I still suspected was bi herself, and my brother had long ago given up being surprised at any of my antics. And yet I still hesitated.

"Soph, I really can't, Rich and I have this meeting with his uncle in a few hours, and we have a boat coming for us anytime now." Then I totally shocked myself by adding, "And anyway, where would we go?"

Her face lit up in hope, "My room of course darling. Paul would stay out of the way, it's happened before," she grinned, "Several times! Come on baby, make love with me, I really, really want you, we don't have to take long."

Totally hooked, I started to stutter the words which I knew would totally change my life, now absolutely ready to bury myself in the love of my friend, when once again fate interrupted my journey into the mysterious world of bisexuality. Richard had caught my eye and was frantically pointing at his watch. Going against all instincts by telling him to fuck off I reluctantly removed my hand from Sophie's inviting thigh and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"I have to go Soph, I'm so sorry. I think I really wanted this too."

"I know you did. Rain check?"

I teased her lips with my little finger. Damn Richard and his fucking uncle, I had really wanted it to happen this time, and I knew Sophie would have been so right for my first time. "Yes, rain check. And soon," I added.

"Promise?"

A tear of disappointment worked its way down my cheek, "I promise, I really do."

As it worked out, that promise would be honoured, but not as quickly as I hoped. My bisexual virginity was destined to be lost elsewhere, and very soon. She scribbled her phone number on the proverbial napkin, then kissed my fingers. "Next time I want to feel these fingers somewhere else. Making love with another woman is like nothing else darling, I promise."

We hugged and kissed lightly but, before we parted, she whispered in my ear, "If you guys get bored with Les and Tom, you know where to find us."

I smiled. "I think I would like that, I always did fancy Paul."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 09



Continuing the story of my holiday in the Caribbean. My brother and I had 'exchanged' partners for the night with Tom and Lesilia, and this very morning I had received an exciting offer from my old friend Sophie. I could hardly wait for more, lots more. But first, unfortunately, Richard and I had a duty call to make, to a very interesting relative.

Alas no Tom in this chapter, but Richard gets some unexpected pleasure of the sexual kind, while I, understandably, declined!

Chapter 9: Uncle Perv of Bequia 

The ferry, aptly named DevilCat was fast and violent and at twelve we arrived on the picturesque island of Bequia, shaken but thirsty or, as my brother put it, shaken but not stirred! This remote picturesque island is the resort of the insanely rich, and if you possess billions you are required to own a villa here. 

Richard's Uncle Norman was not a billionaire by any means but he had been in sugar and was now partly retired. Richard had already briefed him that he was still unwed, but he seemed equally pleased to greet me instead, and indeed spent most of the afternoon talking to my breasts. We had never met before and Richard had painted a pretty dismal picture of his father's younger brother. For some reason they didn't really get on, I think there was some bad blood in a previous generation, and inevitably a woman was involved in their private war. I found Norman to be the opposite, he was in his early forties, very attractive and debonair, the perfect host and the complete Casanova. If I had arrived alone I had little doubt which room I would have been invited into to at a very early stage! 

The expansive single storey house sprawled over the surface of a hill with views to all points of the compass, the blue Caribbean to the west, the grey Atlantic rollers to the east, and the numerous rocky islands known as the Grenadines to the north and south. 

The vast kitchen alone was twice as large as my little Surrey home, and in one corner of it almost unnoticed he introduced Elena, his new Russian wife. The tiny slip of a girl was busying herself at the stove in an oversized pink apron. With curly brunette hair down to her waist she looked barely out of her teens and spoke little English. 

"At least she knows all the bedroom words," laughed Norman, "And soon the cooking will get better when Elena learns some English recipes!" He reached around me making her squeal as he pinched her bum. "I wonder what she's burning for us today?"

"How did you meet her?" I asked, chewing on some strange nut as we all migrated out on to a shaded patio clutching a glass of bubbly.

Norman grinned, "Found her on the Internet back in March, married her in May."

Richard put on one of his shocked looks, "Just like that, without seeing her first?"

"Of course not, I checked her out first, flew to some horrid place called Kaliningrad. Her picture didn't do her credit though. Look, I'll show you." 

From his wallet he produced a creased advert with a photo of a rather plain girl and the inscription 'Elena, 23, seeking American or English husband in exchange for total love. Ref: Elena DK441.'

"I suppose the 'total' bit was what did the trick?" I raised my brows with a smile.

"Exactly," he grinned. Elena was smiling but hardly spoke, probably due to the language barrier, but I could see why Norman was smitten. I suspected that under that large apron there lurked the type of body that most men lust after.

He turned his back on her and whispered, "Actually she wasn't originally my first choice, I interviewed three others."

"So what attracted you to Elena then?" I asked, holding out my glass for a refill.

"She was the best in the sack," he laughed, dropping the Veuve Clicquot back into the ice with a loud clang.

I looked aghast, "You mean you slept with them all first?"

"Bloody right I did! I was paying the agency a fortune, I wanted to be sure. I think I got my money's worth though!"

"What about the ones you turned down?" asked Richard.

"Oh, I gave them a good tip," laughed Norman, "Plus their fee of course!"

Richard seemed a little embarrassed by the subject and accepted Elena's request to show him the new vegetable garden she had started to create, fortunately he had picked up a smattering of Russian from his time spent in various Baltic ports.

Norman called me over to a telescope mounted at the corner of the patio, and focussed it on the neighbouring island.

"Look through there Susan, that's Mustique, where Princess Margaret used to live."

A whole chunk of rocky mass filled the screen, all I could see was a blur. He leaned against my back and adjusted the sight. I chilled at the contact, assuming the apparatus had been intentionally left out of focus.

"Look to the right, see the four tall palms all together?" I nodded even though I couldn't see them, I wanted to get this over with. "The house behind is where Mick Jagger lives, sometimes when the wind is right you can just about hear some music." I really like the Stones, I saw them at Twickenham last year and that Ronnie Wood is a star! 

I tactfully moved away and, with relief, we moved back to the table and I asked the question that had been plaguing me for the last few days.

"Norman, can I ask you something?"

Condescendingly he took my hand, "Of course you may my dear, any secret of mine is yours, as is any of yours, mine."

I quickly pulled away, suddenly feeling nauseous, I was beginning to see why Richard disliked the guy. I took a big gulp of my drink and continued.

"Assuming you know very well what goes on at Young Island, why did you book Rich and his fiancée in there?"

"Ah ha, so you do know about the place, I did wonder."

"I could hardly miss it. I don't think Rich has cottoned on fully though."

"Susan, if you had met Richard's father you would know why. George was a bloody bore, never made any decisions of his own, and he was totally hopeless with the ladies. No wonder two wives left him. Like father, like son, they are peas in a pod those two."

From high above the sprawling gardens we watched as Elena took Richard's hand, leading him toward her little plot.

"What does this have to do with Richard's wedding?"

Norman turned back to me, "I never had a son of my own Susan, just two daughters who fled to Europe as soon as they could, so I sort of took Richard under my wing, although we are thousands of miles apart. I could see him becoming more and more like his father and was amazed to hear he had actually got a girl to agree to marry him. So I gave them the honeymoon."

I laughed, "You are not the only one who was surprised! I'm afraid I didn't give it much mileage."

"Me neither. I met her once and could see she was easily out of his league. Perhaps you can now see why I suggested Young Island, I thought if they came out to a place like that they might mix it with some fun people, he would let his hair down and they might just have a bit of a chance. Instead he brought you!"

I wondered what his reaction would be if knew Richard had already let his hair down in a hammock, with me!

Another thought occurred to me. "Did you used to go there at all Norman?"

"What? Young Island?" 

"Yes."

He laughed loudly, "Oh yes, I went there a lot, usually with Judy, my ex. She was nowhere as keen as me, that's why we eventually broke up. But for a while we did have a good time and met lots of nice people. Strange coincidence you being here though, the last woman I slept with on that island was also called Susan."

"Everyone calls me Sue now, Norman."

Elena was pointing out some new planting, still gripping Richard's hand, and clearly in animated conversation with him. For a fleeting moment they looked the perfect couple, even though there was at least a foot height in difference between them.

"They seem to be getting along well Susan, sorry Sue, normally she backs away from most of my friends."

If all his friends are anything like him, I thought, I am not at all surprised. He obviously thought it appropriate to touch my hand again too. Maybe it was the champagne, because this time I didn't remove it but patted it condescendingly with my other hand. 

"Maybe because Tom knows a little Russian."

Even though I suspected the course on which this conversation was heading, he still caught me unawares, and laughed boisterously. "He's certainly getting on with my little Russian! Do you think he might like to know her a little bit better?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, a little too innocently to be convincing.

The couple below us laughed as Elena pointed out something to him, her arm now around Richard's waist. Norman turned and spoke quietly, as if to himself, his eyes boring into mine. Subconsciously I knew what was coming.

"He can fuck her if he wants, I won't mind."

After the way he had been leering at my breasts all afternoon, and a hint of an erection in his jeans, his suggestion didn't surprise me at all. Instantly I cottoned on. It was patently obvious he wanted to have sex with me and had set my brother up with his young wife in advance, hoping that would trigger things off.

Trying not to look too disgusted I slowly withdrew my hand and backed away. "Sorry Norman, I think I can see what's going on here and I'm truly flattered by what you have in mind, but we have already met some people back at the island. And you are after all my uncle."

He held up his hands apologetically, "Sorry Sue. I didn't meant to embarrass you, it's just that I know that sometimes she yearns the attention of a younger guy and I thought that after Clare's departure Richard might be the perfect person for the job, and a little dicky bird told me you hadn't met anyone since your soldier fellow died. I just thought, you know."

He genuinely looked embarrassed and I patted his arm, "It's okay, I understand."

"And for the record, we are not related, you are only my step-niece." 

"Norman, I really am happy with my sex life at present, and Richard has something going on too."

I sat down on one of the patio chairs as he poured me another drink and I questioned him again before he could reply.

"So why don't you and Elena go to Young Island? From what I've seen so far I'm sure you will get what you want there."

He shook his head, his eyes saddened, "I've been banned."

"Banned? Why?"

"It was all a bit unfair really, I was there alone, there was a sort of beach orgy and I started to make out with a woman whose husband didn't realise what the island was all about. He created merry hell, we ended up in a fight, I was made the scapegoat and got kicked out."

"But you now have Elena, surely you can go there as a couple?"

"Yes we can, and I guess the real reason for not going is that if I take her there I might lose her to some younger guy, just like what happened with my ex. It's a slender chord that keeps us together, the security for her, the sex for me."

I smiled, now a little more relaxed that the air was cleared, and of course discussing my favourite subject.

"I think you will find that true of most relationships, Norman!"

Suddenly he stood up and took my hand again, "Come inside, there's something I want to show you." 

Oh my God I thought, I noticed he still had a hard-on, now he wants to show it to me! I immediately wondered if Elena had been briefed to seduce Richard and keep him in the garden. I remembered how easy it was to do that.

Very quickly I breathed a sigh of relief. He kept his cock in his pants and instead pulled out something else, his laptop. It opened almost immediately on what was clearly his favourite site 'www.iisa.com.'

"That's International Island Swingers Association (name changed, so don't Google it!), and look, there's Young Island."

There were several other locations listed, all small islands, mainly in the Pacific and a couple in the Mediterranean, but clearly Young Island was a popular favourite in the Western Hemisphere. Several photographs showed naked couples cavorting in the pool, in the hammocks (so we weren't the first!) and of course in the chalets, and not at all restricted to pairs, or gender! I was getting turned on, but just a wee bit puzzled.

"We've been there for while now but seen none of this."

"Oh these are specially prearranged parties. See this page? The next one is August 19th. Pity, you will be gone by then."

"Yes, it might have been fun, although I can't see Richard in a group like that."

He closed the computer and laughed, "Nor me! So you said you have met a couple?"

"Yes, both from London."

"Swapped with them?" 

I laughed at his bluntness. "I wouldn't call it swapped Norman, remember Richard is after all my brother."

"Stepbrother," he corrected. "So therefore anything goes, if you get my drift." He winked.

I pretended to ignore the implication. If only he knew!

"We met them on the beach last week, they were just friends and coincidentally she too was making use of a spare ticket. None of us were aware of the swinging scene. But somehow we all just clicked anyway."

"And fucked of course?"

An instant blush gave away my answer, "We might have made love, yes."

"All in one bed job then. Way to go!"

This time it was my turn to put up my hands, "No Norman, sorry to disappoint you. Can you really see Richard in a scene like that?"

He shook his head, now the pressure was off I was beginning to like the guy. But not sexually, no way Jose!

"I am willing to bet that you would like to though?'

"Not telling," I tried not to laugh at the situation. Fortunately, our conversation came to a halt as the other two returned. "Please don't repeat any of this to Richard will you?"

"Of course not Sue, our secret. I trust you will say nothing to him either?" I didn't have time to reply.

Elena sat down with a big grin and Richard was trying to disguise a distinctly smug expression. I was about to question him when Norman disappeared briefly, but my brother beat me to it.

"So Norman didn't try it on with you then?" So I really had been set up, I wondered what had gone on in the garden with his uncle's pretty little wife.

"No" I lied, "He was the perfect gentleman."

True to his word, Norman's conversation switched to more mundane matters and, as the air still didn't clear between the two men we soon drifted into dinner, unburt as it happened and, before we knew it, it was time for bed. Richard, bless him, did tell his uncle that we had arranged for the very first ferry as he had an important meeting back on Young Island. Norman and I secretly winked at each other. "Ah, the affairs of the heart," he whispered in passing. More the affairs of the genitals in my case, I chuckled to myself.

Of course, being brother and sister, we were given separate rooms, and I masturbated myself to sleep thinking of Tom. And Sophie. And Paul! All of a sudden I now had a choice of subjects! While dwelling on the horny Sophie, I was fully aware that the next time she tried to seduce me she would meet with little resistance, finally admitting to myself that I was now absolutely ready to experience the sexual attention of another woman. At that moment, as I drifted out of an intense orgasm into a satisfied sleep, I would have been shocked if I knew how soon that was about to happen! And it wasn't to be with my best friend either.

Over a very early coffee the next morning, the sun having barely risen, I quietly shared with Rich that today could be a very special one for both of us. We couldn't wait to get back to Young Island and to our new friends. I wondered if, within the next 24 hours that we had arranged to spend with each other's partner, Rich and Les would actually get it on this time. I hoped so, because I had definite plans for Tom, and those were once again centred precisely on a certain part of his anatomy! It was about to be a very special day for both of us.

As Norman waved us goodbye and the DevilCat raced us northwards back to our new lovers, I questioned Richard about his guilty appearance yesterday afternoon.

Richard looked down at the water rushing by, his eyes focused anywhere but on my face, "Don't know what you're talking about Sis."

"Come on Rich, When you came up from the garden, you and your uncle's wife looked as guilty as hell."

He turned to face me, that sheepish look I knew so well, "Will you promise not to tell Les?"

"Rich, surely you know me well enough by now? Look at all the secret things we did together."

"Yes, but you still told Helen."

"And did you really mind her knowing? It obviously raised your standing with her and, from what she told me, she obviously still fancies you."

He grinned, "Did she say that?"

I nodded.

"Okay, just her, and tell no-one else?" 

"I promise not tell anyone new." I refrained from informing him that I had already shared with Sophie less than 24 hours ago! "Now tell me what happened with Elena in that garden. You fucked her didn't you?"

Adamantly, he shook his head, "No Sue I didn't, but I think it was planned to happen if you had got it on with my uncle."

I froze at that prospect and took his arm, "Let's get out of the wind Rich, I don't want to shout." We climbed into the deserted cabin, the bar wasn't open yet, even though we were in the Caribbean and the sun was up. When we had settled into our seats I continued.

"So I was right then, he set you up with her so he could fuck me?"

"Something like that, only the signal didn't come." 

"What signal?"

"Sue, please believe me, I wasn't aware of all this until Elena told me afterwards, I was just enjoying her attention. If I had known what was going on I wouldn't have gone along with it, trust me."

Believing him I smiled, "Go on."

"Apparently if you got pally with him, he was to close the patio door."

"And then what?"

"Then Elena would to take me to bed."

"But it didn't happen did it? I spoilt your fun by refusing to fuck your uncle, how weird is this guy?"

"You're right, it didn't happen and if you must know I was pretty disgusted when I found out later."

"You didn't look too upset about it when you both returned."

He remained silent.

"So you did fuck her then?"

"No Sue, honestly I didn't, although I know we would have if we had more time." He paused. "She gave me a blowjob instead."

I burst out laughing, "So that's all?"

My brother looked relieved at my indifference. "What do you mean, that's all? You don't mind then?"

"Why the fuck should I mind? You are free to stick your cock in anyone you like, Rich. I am only sorry that you didn't get your end away that's all. She was obviously up for it."

"She was. It's just that I don't want Les to know."

"Well I certainly have no intention of telling her. Anyway, you haven't even had sex with her yet have you?"

"Umm, no. All in good time I think."

"Not even a blow job? I know she has the hots for that cock of yours." I gave him a surreptitious squeeze. He was rock hard and I hadn't even noticed it, I must be slipping!

He wriggled under my touch, but didn't remove my hand. "No, but we have touched each other."

I sighed deeply. God, my brother could be so infuriating at times!

"So what's the big deal then about getting a blowjob from someone else? Tell you what, if it had been down there in the garden and I was a man I would definitely have fucked her. And I would certainly have done it with Les too by now."

"Well, I am not you, Sis."

"Well, all I can say is, pull your finger out Rich, and get your cock in. She is waiting for you to make that move."

His eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Of course, dumbhead. What does she have to do? Lie naked with her legs apart with a sign 'Please fuck my cunt' painted on her belly?"

"You're so crude sometimes Sue."

"Listen to me, and I'll tell you what's crude. I so much don't want you to lose this one this time.




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 10



After the brief visit to Richard's uncle it was time to continue my new relationship with Tom.

Chapter 10: Secrets and sex

A little over an hour and a half after leaving behind the pretty island of Bequia we were enjoying a buffet breakfast at our favourite table on Young Island, when our friends joined us. I gave Tom a big grin, it had only been twenty hours, but when you are in a new sexual relationship it seemed like years.

"We didn't expect to see you so early," he laughed, clearly pleased to see me, and not only in his face! We all hugged, saving the passionate kisses for later, and obviously looking forward to continuing what we had started the night before last, this time for a whole day and night. We all agreed to meet up here at breakfast at the same time tomorrow. 

Spotting Sophie at her customary corner table, I was a little surprised to see her accompanied by her husband Paul, clearly wondering if their tryst with Mike and Rita had ended and they would now be searching for new candidates to share in their decadent lifestyle. For one horny moment I entertained the thought of asking them to join Tom and me in my chalet tonight, but quickly remembered how I had spent the last day and night yearning to get my new lover on his own. I did however keep my options open by whispering 'rain check' into her ear as we passed her table. Looking back over my shoulder with a smirk I saw Paul grin as my message was passed on! I wondered if he still remembered our quickie in the bathroom all those years ago? I had broken the towel rail clinging desperately on as he had fucked me standing up. I recall my mum calling that a knee-trembler.

Tom, being a birdwatcher (!), had been going on all week about looking for some semi-extinct duck, whose habitat was known to be on the main island of St Vincent, and asked me if I would like to come along to help him locate it. I remember replying rather sweetly that while I was with him I didn't really care where he took me, as long as we could be alone. I had plans for him of my own and they included another rare bird, namely me! We said goodbye to the other two at the harbour where their boat was moored and, after buying some sandwiches and beers, took a taxi into the hills. 

Once we were alone we kissed with the memories of Saturday night and with a promise of things to come. We entered a pretty nature reserve. There were none of the promised animals or birds in sight and, soon getting bored, we detached ourselves from the guide group and headed upward along a narrow trail through the woods, eventually coming out on to a little plateau with a stunning view of our little detached love-island hundreds of feet below. I could just make out the hammocks where all made love last week.

After a frustrating day yesterday to follow the previous wonderful night of sex together, I was understandably horny, to put it mildly. We sat on the grass gazing at each other in total lust, almost oblivious to the wonderful view. Tom made to push me on my back but I put out my hand. If the majority of the power on this planet is supposedly held by man, then we women can console ourselves with their one weakness. The blowjob. 

We have total control over the timing, the location, how much we put in our mouths, the speed we suck and how long we make it last. And of course we dictate where they cum. Men have this odd fascination of shooting their sperm in our faces or over our breasts. I truly believe that to be purely an exhibition of how much they can produce. I recollect that any of my past boyfriends that didn't cum in any quantity never asked the question! 

So, on this little secluded part of our planet I was about to demonstrate my power over man. This man. The very man who last week I had seen fucking an ex-whore on the beach. A rather nice ex-whore, mind you!

I held his face close to mine and kissed his nose, "The other night you had the lower half of my body Tom, and gave me pleasure beyond anything I have ever known. Now it's my turn to say thank you to your lower half." 

I looked down at the involuntary response in his pants, and licked my lips. He was clearly very hard. Needless to say I was already pretty much on heat too.

"And what do you have in mind young lady?" He suggestively stroked the outline of his cock.

"I am going to do something for you I have only ever done with my ex-husband."

He looked at me in surprise. Much later he confessed he thought I had referred to anal sex, but all the same he grinned and hastily unzipped his shorts in readiness for what I really had in mind.

"Yes my darling, you are right to get him out. You know what? I am going to suck your delicious cock and ..."

He interrupted me with a startled expression, "You mean you only ever sucked your husband?"

I gave him my most disparaging look, "Don't be silly Tom. You didn't let me finish."

"You did the other night, five times if I recollect!" he joked.

I grabbed his arm and turned his face to mine.

"Be serious Tom, I'm fucking horny and this is a big thing for me."

He blew my curls away from my forehead and tenderly kissed my eyes.

"Sorry, go on then." He pointed to his erection, all pink and glowing in the morning sunlight. "You have probably noticed I'm horny too!"

I sighed, "I was about to say that I'm going to suck you and then..." I paused, my little finger touching the lilac tip of his cock, "...and then I want to swallow your cum, every single drop, okay?"

His eyes widened in obvious delight as I wrapped both hands fully around the object of my desire, the tips of my fingers barely enclosing his enormous girth.

I pressed my lips to his mouth, my words punctuated by little kisses, our eyes inches apart, "Tom darling, no doubt loads of girls have dutifully done this for you before now, but for me a blowjob is always something special. I consider it an act of devotion and joy, not a labour of love."

His hands delved into my top, seeking out my breasts as he grinned, "I would certainly consider it most joyful, feel free to devote!"

I gripped his hard flesh more tightly and he winced. "Listen you. For me, the pleasure of getting a man's hard cock into my mouth is pretty close to the sensation of having it in my pussy. So shut the fuck up and enjoy, okay?"

He nodded sheepishly and I went to work. Right there on the top of that cliff I sucked on the cock of my new lover as that true act of devotion, my mouth stretched more than it had ever been before, thrilled with the moment he shivered when my tongue teased his little pee slit. Before taking him into my mouth I had licked and teased his hairy balls, sucking lustily on each testicle in turn, and then slowly working my way up the sides of his shaft, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. Oh such divine power! 

Tom told me later that he only remembered the suck and cum bit, but all the licking and tickling is to this day still as clear as if it was happening right now. With his girth I knew I would not be able to suck him for too long without my jaws giving out, so I focused my attention on the outside of his cock. All too soon his groaning indicated he was pretty close, so I relented and took him back fully into my mouth, sucking and stroking more rapidly, whilst teasing his balls. Fortunately his thickness prevented him from reaching the back of my throat so there was no chance of my gagging as I am prone to do, my brother being a recent prime example! Not that I remember complaining!

For barely a minute more my head bobbed up and down giving him the ultimate pleasure, and if he hadn't held his breath and grabbed my hair I would have had no warning of the explosion to come. As his sperm splattered the back of my throat he gently fucked my mouth as if to help release every single drop.

For a moment I held both his pulsing cock and the generous amount of cum in my mouth. What I did next I had studied from one of my brother's porn films and first performed it for Jim my late husband, and of course it blew his mind. Very slowly I drew my mouth back off his cock, and opened my lips widely to show what he had done in my mouth, his generous deposit fully within view, cradled in my curled-up tongue. Staring intently into his eyes, I closed my mouth and swallowed it all down with one exaggerated gulp. He gasped when I poked out a clear pink tongue at him and smacked my lips. The look on his face, knowing I had only ever done this for one other man, was indescribable.

"Yum yum," I grinned. "Better in than out, as they say."

"I feel very privileged," he replied, breathing heavily and holding me close, his hand sneaking under the hem of my shorts.

"You should be, it's only the second time I have ever done that."

When he leaned forward to kiss me, he must have tasted a hint of cum on my lips but, to my delight and, unlike that time with my brother, he didn't recoil in horror. I was beginning to realise that, in that other hammock I had found someone rather special. To satisfy my own curiosity I asked him if any of his previous lovers had performed that same treat for him.

"What, cum or swallow?"

"Both!" I laughed.

He thought for a moment, idly caressing his slowly wilting cock. It leaked out a little droplet and he groaned as I leaned down and quickly scooped it up with my tongue, lewdly smearing it over my lips.

"I have been very lucky, the only woman who wouldn't let me cum in her mouth was my ex-wife, she wouldn't let me put my cock in there at all, period. Her pussy was pretty much taboo too!"

"God, what a hard bitch, she really missed out. What about swallow, like I just did?"

Tom looked away for a moment, clearly embarrassed about something.

"Come on, don't be shy."

"Okay. It was with my very first girlfriend, the one I first had sex with I mean. She told me she had had cocks in her mouth before and really enjoyed getting boys hard but..."

I interrupted, "That sounds just like me! But what?" 

"...you won't believe this, without any warning to me or her, I came in her mouth. It was a first for both of us and she was so caught off guard that she choked and swallowed the lot!" He smiled self-consciously. "I never saw her again."

I laughed loudly, "I'm not surprised, a girl has to be prepared for that sort of thing. Anyone else?"

"Only a certain ex-prostitute we both happen to know."

"Les you mean? No surprise there, I guess that used to be her job. If it's a man I really like then I do it out of pleasure Tom. When it makes a man feel good, then I get off too. There's only been two men I would do that for," I added, "and you are one of them." 

"Isn't swallowing cum supposed to make your tits grow?"

"Ha ha, from the size of mine, I guess that just proves I haven't done it very much."

"The opposite could be said of Les then, her tits are huge. She must have swallowed gallons." 

We both laughed, I pictured a line of erect cocks, all waiting to be pleasured, one after the other, and then shuddered at the thought of stooping so low (forgive the pun) to earn a living. But, as she had said, she had valid reasons not born out of greed, and she could really turn out to be a real find for my brother, either her or my friend Helen. As his uncle suggested yesterday, his nephew needed sexing up, a lot. I wondered if his little Russian wife had gagged on Richard's oversized prick like I had the very first time I sucked him off. And no-one has cum in such quantity as my brother. Not even Tom just now.

Sucking Tom's cock had increased my own need for sexual gratification and while we sat eating the lunch we had brought with us, I looked down at the myriad of boats in the water, wondering which one contained our original partners, and whether their romance had yet turned fully sexual. Having had a boat-mad father I have only experienced two extreme emotions in my short life so far, seasickness and horny! Enough to say that at this moment I was on dry land. I was beginning to realise however that while a blowjob was easy to conceal, this particular location was far too exposed in which to fuck, also the ground was pretty uncomfortable. Added to that I could see that Tom wasn't quite ready yet!

As we tucked into our bagels and beer we shared some of our sexual experiences and fantasies, and he asked me about my college days. When I told Tom about my teenage masturbation sessions with my brother, but without yet revealing his identity, he nearly choked on his beer. As I related all the lurid details, and we both started fondling ourselves, I knew it was time to share my big secret. I wondered what would be his reaction!

"Then two weeks ago I slept with him."

"Fuck! Your brother?"

"Exactly! I fucked my brother!"

"You actually slept with your own brother? I thought you only read about that in fantasy stories."

"This was no fantasy Tom, I really did have sex with him. It was a spontaneous thing, his girlfriend had just ditched him, I hadn't had sex in ages and he was ripe for seduction. It was just a pussy and cock thing though."

He grinned at me with a mouthful of lettuce, "Isn't that how fucking usually works?"

"You know what I mean, it was just spontaneous sex, that's all. We did it on two occasions."

Tom cocked his head to one side, "Umm, I don't get that, how can it be twice and spontaneous?"

"Well, it was, both times."

Tom was silent while he digested this information, then grinned sheepishly, it was his turn to surprise me.

"I don't know why I should be shocked, because in my teens I fancied my sister. She was much sexier than any of my own girlfriends. She would have been horrified if she knew I used to masturbate when I heard her having sex in the next room with her boyfriend."

"That's funny, I did exactly the same if I thought my brother was wanking in his room. I was always open about sex with him, we shared practically everything, so it wasn't such a big thing to go to the full sex bit. Unlike me though, he is very introverted, but the one thing we do have in common is that we both love sex. When he gets going that is!"

"If he's anything like you Sue, he must be a real special guy."

It was time to tell, I nervously awaited his reaction.

"Well, you should know, you've met him!"

"What? When?"

I grinned, "Underneath me in a certain hammock last week."

For a moment Tom's mind was clearly in a daze, his hand frozen on his semi-erect cock. Only a humming bird broke the deathly silence. Finally the gears engaged.

"Richard? Richard's your brother?"

"Uh huh." I smiled at him softly.

"Bloody hell, you kept that quiet!"

"For a very good reason Tom."

"That is so fucking..." he searched for the right word.

"Dirty, Tom?"

"Not at all. It's fucking sexy actually!"

"That's what I think too. I have no regrets."

"So that's what Les wouldn't tell me."

I nodded, "She thought it was quite funny, especially when she compared it with her own past."

"So now we are all out in the open?"

"Well, I don't know if Rich knows about her yet, but I did sort of hint at it the other night."

I looked down, subconsciously we were both touching ourselves.

"Tom, do you realise we are both doing what Rich and I used to do together?" 

My fingers were secretly teasing my soaking wet pussy and Tom was gently stroking his cock, coaxing it back into its full glory, my last statement helping it on its way. I was so in need of an orgasm, the desire to jump on him was intense, but I knew strangers might come our way. By just fooling around I knew we could cover up quickly.

"Did you ever see him cum?" he asked, watching my hand move inside my shorts.

"Of course I did! That was the best bit. I love watching guys shoot their stuff, once I asked him to cum on my tits."

"And did he?"

"Oh yes!" I told him about the blowjob I had witnessed in college and subsequently rushed home desperately horny, hoping Rich would be up for a mutual wank.

"He was so turned on at seeing my tits properly for the first time, he couldn't hold back!"

Tom's eyes flared with excitement, his hands reaching for my top. "I would like to do that."

I shook my head and took his hand, placing it back around his stiff cock.

"In a while darling, let me finish telling you what happened, I think you will like this."

What I was about to relate was something very close to my heart, only two men had ever enjoyed sharing my fetish, if you could call it that. I was pretty sure Tom might be the next. 

"Okay, here goes." I took a deep breath. "When Rich came on my tits, a little bit landed on the corner of my mouth and I asked him to kiss me. We had kissed in the past by the way, that was always part of our masturbation sessions."

Tom stared intently at me, his hand now frozen on his cock. "And did he?"

"No way. He looked at me in disgust, pulled up his pants and called me a whore. We never did anything together again, apart from the recent shags that is."

"Had you ever done that before?"

"Yes, that's why I asked him. It was with an older guy who was engaged to be married. He wanted to have as much fun as possible before he tied the knot and he enjoyed everything I suggested. He even used to lick me after he had cum in my pussy."

To my great relief Tom grinned. "Is that all? Been there, got the postcard!"

Now horny beyond belief, I had an idea and I veered away from the subject for a moment.

"Tom, you said just now you had thoughts about your sister. Did you ever really want to fuck her?"

"Oh, too right! I remember one night very late seeing her snogging her boyfriend in the back garden, and then they came inside to her room. I could hear them going at it big time and wished it was me in there with her."

"Did you masturbate?"

"What do you think? Of course I did! That I do remember, and it wouldn't have been the first time either. I used to hear her cum when she played with her vibrator. I knew she had one because she left it by the bath one day by mistake. Would it put you off if I told you I sniffed it?"

I shook my head rapidly, "Not at all Tom, I sniff my own! Fancy that, brother and sister wanking together, with only a thin wall between you, neither of you knowing, that really turns me on."

"I can see that!" he laughed, looking down at my fingers working away inside my pants.

"I bet you wished you could have wanked openly with your sister like Rich and I did."

He shook his head smiling. "Of course I do, but she would have freaked out if she as much as saw a lump in my pants!"

Suddenly I wanted Tom to be part of the fantasy that I once played out with my brother.

"I want you to do something for me Tom. And maybe later something else too."

His eyes lit up and if his cock had been a beacon that would have beamed too! He was sure it was to be something sexual. "What?"

Checking there were no onlookers I lifted my hips and lowered my pants and raised my top, exposing my tanned breasts and moist pussy to the sunlight.

"I want you to wank with me Tom, just like Rich and I used to."

Tom looked a little disappointed, I was sure he was expecting to fuck me. All the same he gasped when I delved a finger in to my pussy, eager to release my pent up passion. 

"I want you to pretend I'm your horny sister, and that we are going to do what I did with my brother. Pretend her boyfriend has left her unsatisfied and she has called you into her room, and she's sitting on her bed, her legs apart, her pussy open, wet and ready."

Tom was breathing heavily, clearly imagining what might have been, "Okay Liz."

"Who's Liz?"

Tom was starting to masturbate slowly, "My sister, she's called Elizabeth."

"Oh right" I studied his prick, "Am I being selfish Tom? Can you cum again so soon?"

"Try me! You seem to have forgotten Saturday!" How could I forget that multi orgasmic night?




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 11



Hi! Short chapter this one. Trying to run out one a day but ran out of time, also I didn't want to break in the middle of something important, and you can imagine what that might be!

Chapter 11: The lovemaking gets serious! 

Distant sounds of clattering plates brought me back to consciousness, I was suddenly ravenous after the day's exertions. I wasn't sure which had been the most exhausting, the long walk followed by the mind-blowing sharing of secrets and that delicious blowjob and masturbation on the cliff top, or the urgent afternoon delight two hours ago on this very bed. Despite my tiredness, the sight of his cock, half-coiled in his groin like a sleeping reptile, tempted me to jump him his bones yet again. Sensing my attention he opened his eyes and smiled, his stirring snake quickly interpreting my thoughts.

I grinned, "I think that can wait Tom, I'm bloody famished, let's clean up and get some grub." This time we showered separately!

Les and Rich were at the bar sitting hand in hand as though they had been lovers forever, so we decided not to disturb them and instead headed into Kingstown for some food. On our return a couple of hours later they had only moved as far as the very restaurant table at which it had all started two nights ago. Beyond my own situation I was thrilled that perhaps at last my brother had found his match. His ex fiancée Clare certainly didn't hold a candle to his new partner-elect, ex-pro or no ex-pro. Avoiding their attention we skirted around the building and through the bushes towards the beach. Even though we had been on the sand earlier, I had so far foregone my daily swim in favour of sensual satisfaction.

"Fancy a skinny-dip Tom?"

Bless him, this man was, by now, getting used to my outlandish requests, but he still looked hesitant, eying the beach for anyone who might take umbrage at two nude forms cavorting in the warm sea.

Ignoring him, I was naked in no time and Tom, seeing no one immediately in sight, hastily joined me by shedding his clothes and dashing after me into the water, one hand self-consciously covering his balls. We swam, we hugged and we kissed, and we got hornier by the minute. Just like that famous film Here to Eternity, Tom started to make love to me in the surf, the waves breaking over us as he penetrated me for the second time that day. But it wasn't to last, another couple approached from the far end of the beach and, as much as we were tempted throw caution to the winds and return naked into the sea, we hastened back up the sand, gathering up our clothing on the way. We dried ourselves as best we could with our tee shirts and were more or less decent by the time the couple passed by, both of them arm in arm and grinning like Cheshire cats. Curiously they were both dressed in black, he in jeans and tee shirt and sporting a wide-brimmed leather hat, his partner in a bikini bottom and halter-top. She looked as though she could possibly be his daughter. I say possibly because as you will have gathered by now, anything seems to go on this island. 

"Evening mate," he spoke to Tom with a strong Australian accent, "Sorry if we disturbed you."

"No problem," we both replied in unison and, giggling, we headed back off the beach.

Tom was still sporting an inviting erection as we prepared for the dash through reception. I looked around and then grabbed it telling him that up until now we had made love, tonight I wanted to fuck, any position, every position. I told him I wanted dirty filthy animal sex, his nostrils flared with the thought! 

But I had one slight misgiving, "Tom, we have both cum lots today already, think you can manage any more?"

"Try me," he grinned, and we rushed back to our room, our intent patently obvious to any onlookers.

However, this lovely man wouldn't give me what I thought I wanted, instead he did what he knew was best for me, with his tongue and his fingers. Already highly charged it didn't take me long to approach a climax and, remembering my earlier words, he promptly started the process that I hoped was the start of things to come. With his tongue probing as far as it could inside my pussy, he thrilled me by sliding a non-too-gentle finger into my private little hole. 

"Fuck that's nice." I managed to gasp into the pillow.

Then without any warning, to him or barely even to myself, I heaved my hips into the air and climaxed like never before, his finger and tongue both slipping out as I nearly knocked him to the floor.

And still he didn't fuck me. He turned me over on to my knees, spread my lips wide and slid his delicious tongue inside me again and fucked me with it like a little cock. While I kneeled there on all fours he furiously attacked my g-spot, my clitty and my asshole with fingers and tongue, giving me no respite, I didn't know whether to cum or cry. Peering between my legs I could see his cock all erect and angry and knew it was time and screamed at him to fuck me, and at last, without further persuasion he plunged into my pussy in one lovely long sweet stroke. I was in seventh heaven as he doggie-fucked me, almost completely removing his cock each time and pausing before slamming into me again. My pussy was now getting used to his thickness. 

For the first time in years I felt totally complete with this sexy man deep inside my willing body. With great joy I thrusted my hips back at him as we fucked in unison, our sweating bodies meeting stroke-for-stroke, no-one had made love to me so completely before and, if I had my way, I knew there was more to come, more of my body for this man to do at his will. I smiled to myself thinking how much my brother had to learn. I hoped he was receiving some similar education right now in Les's cabin.

Tom's cock was quite a handful, it's girth giving me more pleasure than any so-called long ones had ever done (sorry Richard), and for the first time in my life I was about to orgasm without any contact on my clitty. I cried out as I came, and fell exhausted flat on the bed, under his thrusting body. Not satisfied, he pulled out, forcefully turned me over, kneeled between my raised legs and rammed into me again. Both giddy with the excruciating pleasure of our mighty fuck, Tom continued to plunge in and out, in and out, and I pinched my nipples to heighten the intensity until he couldn't hold back any more and he too came for the umpteenth time that day. Understandably he didn't seem to make much liquid but his own intense pleasure was undeniable. 

Seeing my fingers exploring my clit, he realised I was close to yet another orgasm and, pushing my hand aside, removed his cock and pressed his face into my pussy. As his cum seeped out of me this lovely man made me climax again, and then, as he had on the cliff, presented a very spunky mouth to mine. I trembled violently as we kissed deeply. I decided there and then that I wanted more of this guy, lots more, and in places yet unexplored. The reader might guess where!

We must have laid still for over an hour, our bodies smelling of sweat and semen. Both exhausted, we managed to stagger into the shower together, and before we fell into a contented sleep we managed another short walk to the beach and took a romantic look at the stars. He turned his face to me in the moonlight. 

"I love you Sue."

As we kissed I thought to myself, 'Wow, men usually say that before they cum!'

I smiled up at him, "I love you too, you special man."

He replied with a glint in his eye, "Just think, if you hadn't been bonking your brother the other night, we might never have met." He nodded toward our chalets, "Thank you Rich!"

I followed his glance, "I wonder if they've had sex yet?"

"The way Les attacked me the first night, and the look on her face earlier, I can't see him holding out much longer!"

We laughed, kissed again, and went to bed. Naked, and in love. Or so I thought. Things were about to change!

Next morning at breakfast I got a wink and a nod from Les. It had happened! I felt so relieved and happy for my brother. I silently prayed that this one would last. I wasn't to know then that within a year she would deliver his first baby son, a brother for her own illegitimate daughter. Tom and I never got that far but boy, did we enjoy some practice! As for Richard on that sunny Caribbean morning, he looked as though he had eaten the last cream cake on the plate.

It came as no surprise to anyone when we all agreed to spend another 24 hours with each other's partner. I think we all knew that this was no longer a holiday fling, and this wasn't just about sex. Something serious was happening here, something that would continue once we all got back home. As far as Tom and I were concerned, part of me was hesitant about a committed relationship forming, but I sure as eggs wanted the sex to continue! It had been a long time since I had experienced the certainty of waking up with a horny man lying next to me every morning, his prodding cock asking the question.

I can't remember what the other two did that day, I think they simply lazed on the beach, but I was sure they would be regularly revelling in the new-found lust they had discovered in the night. Tom wanted one final go at finding his duck, and if he failed in that mission he remarked that he could always fall back on a sexy two-legged bird called Sue.

"You can fall back on me anytime you like darling," I replied, and the others laughed.

A tip from a fisherman informed Tom that the nest might be found coincidentally near the cove of the Pirates set, so we hired a car and ventured off along the hilly west coast of St Vincent. 

Before we departed I caught a moment alone with Les. There was no sign of Sophie or Paul, I wondered whose bed they might be in today?

"I assume from that look, you two got it on at last?"

She pulled me over to the deserted bar where we couldn't be overheard. 

"You were right about him being a little inexperienced, but that's what I like about him, it somehow reminds me of the old days, if you know what I mean?" 

I caught her gist exactly, she didn't need to elaborate.

"And you were right, that cock is a monster! And I thought I had seen a few. If I had been in your shoes I think I might just have stayed with the incest thing, fuck what anyone thinks."

I smiled at the memory of his absurd length filling my body, "If it hadn't been for that night in the hammocks I think I might have persuaded Richard to go with my thinking, but then that would have been both our losses."

"Well, I'm grateful the way it's worked out. I really like your brother, despite his slowness in the bedroom. But you know that can be a good thing? Sometimes, back you-know-when, I didn't like a guy to know all the tricks, that would somehow take away the little pleasure I did get. In fact, the few times I had sex with Tom, he was just the opposite, just a bit too knowledgeable, too perfect a lover. You know what I mean?""

"Yes I do, and it doesn't bother me a bit, I love it when a man knows what he's doing and takes control. And boy, did he do that last night!"

Les laughed with me, " Richard knows a few new tricks already, I will start work on the other two hundred tonight! Funnily enough he did do something even I hadn't had done before and, before you ask, that's a secret!"

Raising my eyes to the sky, I found that hard to believe and took her arm, looking around to make sure we were still alone. 

"Les, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, I assume to do with sex?"

I nodded, a little embarrassed at what I was going to ask, "Have you ever had anal sex?"

"God, yes. But I didn't get round to doing it with Tom, if that's what you want to know."

"No it's not that. I haven't done it yet, I just want to know what it feels like. Surely it must hurt?"

She nodded, "It does a bit the first couple of times, until you get used to it. You have to be well lubricated, and do use Vaseline, not KY because that gets all sticky. You'll find the sensation is quite different from normal sex though. If I'm in the mood I find it a helluva turn on, sometimes better than pussy sex."

"In what way Les?"

I was now very interested, feeling a tingle down below. I made a mental note to buy some Vaseline from the hotel shop. Suddenly I had this urge to ask Tom to cancel his trip and take me back to bed and embark on a different type of expedition, into unknown territory! 

"Well, first of all you can sometimes have an anal orgasm, and it's nothing to do with your clit. I don't know how it happens, and as long as it does I don't really care. Sometimes it just doesn't, but when it does it's fucking amazing." She wriggled on her stool as if recollecting that particular pleasure, then looked at me seriously. "I don't have to remind you to go to the loo first, and have a good wash. I mean a really good wash, inside. Also until you get used to it you have to ignore the feeling that his cock will feel like a shit going the wrong way!"

We both grimaced and then laughed out loud. 

"So have you two talked about it then?"

"Not really, just the inference. He licked me there last night, and shoved a finger up, which I liked very much. And I think it helped to make me cum."

"Oh yes, the finger bit is always nice Sue, but he's got a fat cock, you might have a problem there to start with. You might want to experiment with a vibrator first, you can borrow mine if you want, I don't think I will need it now for a while!"

"Thank you Les, that's very kind, but I did take the precaution of bringing my own."

I smiled at my new friend and, kissing her cheek, wondered if we might ever become lovers. She clearly sensed my thoughts and tactfully moved away.

"That's okay then. But before he does anything rash, and men can be like that with a hint of anal sex, talk about it first. You might regret it afterwards if you don't. I've been there." She frowned at the memory of a painful past experience.

"Thanks. We haven't discussed it properly yet, but I feel it's something he wants to do, and I think I am ready for anything he wants the way I feel at the moment."

She took my hand and gave me another of her serious looks, "Right, rule number one. Don't do it just for him, not like I did, more than once."

"Yeah, but you got paid for it!"

"Yep. £100 an inch!"

"Wow, you must be loaded!"

"All went on my little girl. And yes, I was expensive, but boy was I good!"

We laughed and set off in search of our partners for the day.

In the next chapter, more secrets are divulged, this time by Tom!



Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 12



Chapter 12: More secrets, and sex in a car!

Tom had hired a car and since the winding roads required maximum attention, I resisted the temptation to put my hand in his lap. In a little cliff-side café we enjoyed some mysterious curried dish with rice, I think it contained goat, a Caribbean speciality. Our tummies full, we ventured up into the densely forested mountains of northern St Vincent and experienced some of the heaviest rain showers imaginable. For one mad moment I wanted to get out of the car and dance naked in the rain. By the way I love sex in the rain, trouble is it's always so cold in the UK. I suggested it to Tom, but there was nowhere we could do it, apart from the middle of the road. I wonder if anyone has ever been run over while having sex?

Sorry, digressing again!

After last night's wonderful sex I felt we both needed to talk about the future and, as we descended down to the rugged east coast we spotted the ideal place, a little cove, and obviously used only by the locals. Several of them were frolicking unashamedly naked in the rough Atlantic waters. Idly I noticed that some of the male appendages were close to equalling that of my brother, and these were only kids! If this thing with Tom doesn't work out I think I might consider emigrating! 

During the car ride I had grown increasingly concerned that our relationship was gaining pace too quickly and, as we settled on a grassy patch away from the beach I knew it was time to share my deepest thoughts with him.

"Tom, I'm frightened."

"Don't worry Sue, the natives don't bite here." He gaze was intent upon the larger breasted female variety splashing water over her kids. I turned his chin toward me.

"I mean about us."

He gave me a concerned look and took my hand.

"What about us?"

"Whenever I have had anything serious going for me, like you and me right now, the guy has walked out on me or, in the case of my husband, got killed."

He kissed me softly on the nose.

"Sue, I have only just met you and I don't plan on going anywhere, and certainly not to Afghanistan to get shot at!"

"Do you think I don't know that Tom? I just feel that I am not ready to commit to a serious relationship just yet, I don't think I could handle another disappointment."

"Okay I understand where you're coming from, but where does that leave us?"

"Can't we just be best friends that have sex?"

He laughed, "I thought we already are? What's really on your mind, Sue?"

I settled back in his comforting arms, feeling a bit of a fool, "Tom, when I was twenty-two I went from having lots of boyfriends, and loads of sex, to two years of living with one man and then two with no sex at all. This last week with you have opened my eyes to what I have been missing and I just want to have some fun. Who knows, maybe even with another girl, I know that will happen someday."

I wasn't to know at the time that it would happen within a matter of hours!

Tom looked a little saddened even though he was now aware that he was still free to play the field and yet have me in his bed anytime he wanted. His conscience replied for him.

"Don't you believe in love at first sight Sue?"

I laughed, "I think it was fuck at first sight if I remember that hammock night! And yes I do believe in that, but in the past my sight doesn't seem to coordinate with my common sense. That's why I want time. Let's have fun Tom and see how we feel as time goes along."

He nodded, no doubt pondering the possibilities open to him, "Okay."

"And talking of hammocks, do you think tonight we could…?"

He grinned, "I love your dirty mind."

I kissed his cheek, allowing my lips to trail across to his mouth, "With what we have agreed, does that make us fuck-buddies then?"

"If that means two people not in a committed relationship who want to meet up for sex as often as they want, then I guess the answer is yes, and I am all for that."

Relieved, I leaned forward and gave him a big hug.

"Then we are now officially fuck-buddies."

"Good," he grinned, sliding a hand up the leg of my shorts, feeling for the hem of my panties, "When shall we start?"

I pressed his hand against my pussy for a moment, then slowly pushed it away. Already his cock was hard in his pants. I wondered if that was with the thought of the sexual freedom we had just agreed upon, or he was simply ready for another fuck. I knew at that moment I was in love with both ideas!

"There is nothing more I would like right now than a shag right here Tom, but there are too many people around, and they are locals, they might take offence and report us. I don't fancy a night in a women's prison in this place! I love outdoor sex, but not here thank you."

In an attempt to curb our passion we changed the subject and watched the sun sink slowly behind us in a blaze of red silky clouds. Arms around each other we shared yet more secrets about each other and I surprised him when I told him I used to masturbate with my best school friend Helen (even Rich doesn't know about that!). Helen had been bisexual at a very early age, her very first lover had been another girl, but at that time I never had the courage to touch her other than kiss and hug. Today I wonder what would have happened if we had made love. We still remain best friends but for some strange reason have never slept together. I put that down to our friendship being beyond the sex thing. That doesn't mean that we don't have our own individual female lovers, and of course when we do meet up we share all the horny details!

"Did you ever do anything like that Tom?"

He shook his head, looking away.

I reached into his groin, "I think you did. Tell me."

From his posture I sensed some embarrassment, "You don't want to know."

I squeezed his cock, hard. He was fully erect, there was a memory in there. "Yes I do, nothing you tell me will shock me, even if you fucked another guy."

"Well, I didn't go that far."

"Aha, so there was something?"

"It's very personal and very embarrassing Sue, something I left behind with my childhood."

"Tom, the other day you said you would suck another man's cock if I asked you to, there must still be some interest there?"

He still hesitated, refusing to meet my stare.

"Come on, fair's fair, I told you all about me and my brother." I turned his head to mine, "I like dirty stories, you might even turn me on, and you forget I have watched lots of porn, including guys sucking each other. That kind of turns me on, Tom." I pleaded with my eyes.

He gave a deep sigh, but still refused to meet my eyes. "Okay then, but promise to stop me if you have had enough?"

"I promise."

He sighed and leaned his head into my shoulder, clearly not wanting to meet my eyes with his own, "Okay, here goes then. This is strictly between you and me (and readers too methinks as I write this! But I have changed names). About the time I was in the fifth form at school, I can't remember exactly when, me and my best mate Martin used to masturbate together, usually looking at dirty magazines. Just like you said you did with your friend Helen."

He looked up at my face, searching for any indication of revulsion, "So do you think that's dirty, Sue?"

"Not at all, I don't see the difference. I think it's cool. So was it with each other or for each other?"

"Oh no, I never touched him. Well, not at that stage, although there was one time think I wanted to, just out of curiosity, I was a bit drunk at the time. Is that weird, does that make me gay?"

"Of course not. We were all curious as kids exploring that wonderful thing called sexuality, I was intrigued with girls as well as boys. We girls often used to look at each other down there, how much hair we had, how our boobs were growing, that sort of thing. And we all admitted that we masturbated like hell!"

I paused wistfully, recalling my very first orgasm and being frightened and thrilled at the same time. 

I squeezed his arm, "Just now you said 'not at that stage,' what did you mean?" 

With more confidence he continued. "One day the girl from next door walked in and caught us both wanking."

"So what? Big deal. I caught my brother at it several times, although he never knew! I thought it was so cool!"

"Yeah, but this wasn't boy-girl stuff, this was two guys wanking, Sue."

A couple of stark naked kids ran past and I temporarily removed my hand from his crotch, " I don't care about that. Go on. What did she do?"

"Becky, that's the neighbour, put her hand to her mouth and ran back out the room."

"How old was she?"

Tom laughed to himself, "All I will say is, young enough to know what it was about, and not old enough to do anything about it!"

"Shit! If that had been me I would have stayed, I love watching guys play with themselves, as you and my brother both know!" I had a sudden desire to suck Tom's cock while he recalled his horny past, but we were too exposed. I consoled myself with stroking him through his shorts, the inevitable damp patch materialising.

"And the reverse is true for me I assure you, I adore watching a girl stroking her pussy."

"Good. You see, you're not gay at all!" I grinned, "And we'll both do that later!" I adjusted my pants, I was getting wet again. "So what happened after that?"

"Apparently Becky was still a virgin, even though a few of her friends had lost their cherries! She had been in a convent school up until then and hadn't really been exposed to boys. We also found out she had never masturbated."

"God, by then I must have been on my millionth orgasm!"

H turned his face to mine and kissed him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth. His cock twitched in reply under my grasp.

I breathed into his mouth. "Tom, I want to fuck."

"So do I, but we already agreed we can't here."

"Then let's go back to the hotel, tell me more while you drive, unless you can think of anywhere else we can do it?"

He shook his head. "I don't think the Caribbean is that liberated, just yet. Although I did see a couple at it on a beach in Greece once, and no-one turned a hair!"

At that moment, a heavy shower made up our minds and we headed back down the bumpy track.

"Carry on with your story then." He had to ask me to remind him where he had got to.

"The girl ran out of the room?"

"Oh yes, Becky. Martin panicked and ran after her, he was afraid she would go straight to her Dad and tell tales. Being a bible puncher he believed that sex was only for the procreation of offspring, and definitely not before marriage."

"Must be rough then if you never get married!" I looked at him very seriously, and then burst into laughter, then tapped his arm, "Sorry, carry on." 

"We learned later that he once caught her masturbating, beat her up and told her that was evil."

"God what a jerk, I would have said fuck you and left home."

"She did later. Her mother was the opposite though, she was like a mum to me, very sexy and very broad-minded. I remember how she used to stare quite obviously at my shorts when I used their pool. Once there were several girls splashing around in skimpy bikinis and I came out of the water with a huge hard-on not knowing she was there, and she actually patted my bulge and remarked that would keep some young lady happy in the future. I think she would have been up for a little fun herself if I had responded in kind, it was unlikely she was getting any from her husband! But she was a little too old for me and I did have a girl friend at the time. Little did she know that lump she touched would keep her own daughter very happy on many an occasion!"

As he drove, Tom's erection stood proud in his pants and, as both his hands were occupied navigating the endless mountain bends, I slowly unzipped him releasing his lovely pink cock into the fresh air. He looked down briefly as my hand encircled it, and then out each window either side.

"Sue, I don't think…"

"It's okay, the cills are high, no-one can see." In fact in this remote area there was no-one to see.

"So you had sex with Becky then? She must have changed quickly."

"Yes, but only after her parents split up about a year later, her dad had proved himself a total hypocrite by screwing one of his female employees. Becky let her hair down after she lost her cherry, I remember being very disappointed at the time that it hadn't been with me. We had always been best friends and met up in the holidays and had originally agreed that when the time came I would be her first lover. But we did it lots of times, she had a lot of catching up to do!"

One hand between my own legs, I held on to his prick as he negotiated a hair pin bend. 

"I take it you weren't a virgin too?"

"No way, I lost mine well before then, but Carol was a little older.

"Carol? Was it her first time too?"

"No, she came into my tent by mistake when camping. We screwed the whole weekend. She taught me a lot that girl."

"Tell me."

"Well, it all seems so normal now I think about it, but she did introduce me to doggy sex."

"Mmm, I love that, hard and deep."

"We did that in the woods, up against a tree, nearly got caught."

His cock was leaking with the memory, I smoothed the sleek liquid over the head.

"So this Carol, have you seen her again?"

"Strange that you should ask, yes. It was while I was with Lisa the stewardess, she was away on long haul at the time. We met by accident in a client's house and had sex in a back room."

"Was she married?"

"Of course! The best ones are always married!"

I punched his arm, "Bastard! So how old were you when you first went with her?"

"Sixteen, I was scared for weeks after that I had knocked her up, but it was a false alarm. She soon got on the pill and for a while we were inseparable, day and night. We did it wherever and whenever we could."

"It's lovely starting out exploring sex, my first time was a bit of a disaster though, but then I was younger than you. Would it surprise you to know that I'm still a sort of virgin?"

"What? You mean with other girls?"

"Yes. I want to change that pretty soon."

He glanced at me briefly, "I might be able to help there, I think Lisa's sister Karen might be bi, I could introduce you."

That event did actually happen as you will see late in my story, but Karen was not destined to be the first, little did I know that was waiting for me on the beach just a few miles away.

We stopped when confronted by a herd of goats blocking the road, and I covered his cock just in case they were being herded. But they weren't moving, so nor were we.

"Will you please get on with your story? I am sure there is more." One eye on the livestock, I resumed stroking him inside his flies.

"Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. Martin tackled Becky later, and when she had calmed down and stopped accusing him of being a filthy queer she then totally surprised him by suggesting she wouldn't tell her Dad if she could watch us both again."

"Sensible girl! So did she?" He gasped as I bet down and briefly kissed the wet head of his lovely stiff cock. My own fingers were busy inside a very sticky pussy. "Carry on Tom, I am getting fucking horny here."

He grinned, "Good, I like turning you on."

I scooped a little pre-cum off him and presented to my mouth, "You realise if we get trapped here we will have to fuck, don't you? I don't think I will be able to last out until the hotel Tom."

I looked all around, there were no creatures with less than four legs in sight. "Keep watch." His eyes widened as I lowered my mouth over the thick pink head.

For a moment Tom was speechless until I stopped sucking, "Carry on then." He quickly got the message. He talks, I suck.

"Where was I? Oh yes, Becky wanted to watch me and Martin masturbate."

He gasped as I took more of him into my mouth.

"Fuck, that's' nice."

"Carry on then, or I shall stop."

He continued, "Who were we to refuse a request like that? I think in a way she wanted us both there to chaperone each other. It probably never crossed her mind that we both might try it on with her. We had hinted enough times, virgins being such a rare prize where we lived."

"And did you come on to her?" It's quite difficult to talk with a mouthful of hard cock, especially Tom's fat thing, but somehow I managed in between sucks.

"No, not really, we were too afraid of her dad. All I asked her to do was remove her pants while she watched us, but even that she refused."

"And so a decent girl should!"

"Anyway we did jack off in front of her."

"Lovely. Weren't either of you shy?'

"Not really, because I had a very sexy girl watching me, and Martin and I had done it together before anyway." 

"What was she doing?" I had reverted to licking instead of sucking, I was too intrigued.

"We both hoped she was horny enough to play with herself but she just sat there in a daze, watching us. Before the previous day I don't think she had ever seen a cock before, let alone two stiff ones!"

"Did you both cum for her?"

I think Tom almost blushed as he recalled that moment. He hesitated, clearly enjoying the ministrations of my tongue. My fingers weren't all that idle either.

"Go on, don't keep me in suspense, what did you do? Did you cum or not? Please tell me."

"Well, just as I was about to cum, Becky suddenly stood up moved a little closer to us to get a better view, I wasn't sure what stage Martin was at, but I knew from experience he was close."

"Nice. I would have offered you both a hand, or even a mouth!"

"Well, that didn't happen, not until a couple of years later, and then she sucked me off like a pro."

I groaned impatiently, "Tom, will you keep to the story? What happened when she stood up?"

"Martin completely lost it and came all over her blouse."

"Messy boy!"

"Yes, it was quite funny, because Becky stood there for a moment completely mesmerised, then looked down at her wet front, went 'ugh' and ran from the room. I remember wondering if she went off to play with herself, and then Martin watched me climax into a tissue."

"That's so cool. Did you ever do it with her again?"

"Just the once, at our request this time, we were both so turned on knowing she was enjoying our little game. We dared her to let us cum on her tits."

"That's nice, I like that."

"She surprised us both and dared back saying she would agree if Martin and me stroked each other. Apparently she had seen a picture of that somewhere and fancied seeing it for real." 

Tom lifted my head away from his cock and asked if I was okay with this. I grinned back, my lips moist with his juices, and kissed him, letting him taste his excitement. The goats still hadn't budged, even though Tom had tried to nudge them gently with the car.

"Of course I am Tom, this is more like it! So did you?"

He was mesmerised, I knew I would have to slow down, I wasn't ready for him to cum, even though my own fingers were driving me to distraction embedded deep in my pussy.

"Did I what?" he replied innocently.

"Did you stroke each other's cock?"

Slowly he nodded.

"So you wanked each other? That's so fucking cool Tom. How did you feel doing that?"

I was now trembling, trying to hold off my own orgasm, but reluctant to stop playing. Tom finally tipped the scales. "Sit on me Sue, I want to fuck your horny cunt, right now. There's no-one around."

With those dirty words I needed no persuasion, and within seconds I was sat facing him on his lap, knickers aside, his fact cock fully embedded deep inside me. He kept watch as I started to slither up and down on his juicy pole, observed only by a herd of disinterested goats. They prefer doggy sex I thought to myself!

"Keep talking Tom, while I fuck you. Tell me how you felt having another cock in your hand, this so excites me, I wish I had seen that."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 13



By now Tom and I had shared with each other just about everything of our past. And as the sex was just getting better and better, it seemed more and more people wanted to share it with us!

Chapter 13: The Australians

Later, in the bar, when Richard and Les returned from dinner in Kingstown, we all discussed arrangements for meeting up again back in the UK. I wondered if she and Tom would have sex again after me and my brother left for home tomorrow. But Rich surprised us both when he suggested that, after checking with Virgin, he and Tom could swap tickets. That way the new couples could stay together. It did mean that Rich's stay would be three days longer, but Tom's would be cut short by the same three.

"You okay with that Tom," I asked him, my arm around his waist.

"As long as I am with you I don't care," was his sugary answer. 

I was secretly pleased because it meant he wouldn't be fucking Les again in the three days they would have been sharing a bed again. But what was I thinking? We had just agreed not to go monogamous!

"In which case," Rich grinned at Tom, "Tomorrow morning after breakfast you and I both need to go to the airport to sort it out and, seeing I benefit the most, I'll pay the airline fees."

"Right," I pulled a surprised Tom out of his chair, "You and I have a date with a hammock." I turned to Les, "You guys coming? A touch of deja-vu?"

Her eyes told me that she would love to join us and re-enact the night we all first met, but I knew in my heart that she wouldn't get Rich to agree.

"Bloody hell," Tom muttered as we headed to the beach, "I'm not sure if I can keep up with you, you randy bitch."

"I'm making up for two years Tom, you will have to like it or lump it! Or go back to Les?"

Hand in hand we reached the sand, I was ready to re-live that horny first night.

I led Tom to the furthest hammock and, lifting up my yellow halter-top he hungrily chewed on my nipples. I was sat with legs blatantly open facing the sea, on show was a thong Tom hadn't yet seen, a violent fluorescent red. On seeing the moist strip down the centre he quickly covered it with his mouth.

Instantly realising his intentions, I lifted my legs over his shoulders and he started to lick the insides of my thighs. He told me to keep an eye open for passers-by, especially in the unlikely event that any of our friends decided to join the fun. Now that Sophie and Paul were here we actually had a choice! But disappointingly, no one came, none that we expected anyway.

Very gently he flicked the point of his tongue over the sensitive flesh where my thighs met my groin, his nostrils clearly intoxicated with the odour of my sex. Easing aside the gusset to expose only half of my pussy, he ran a wet tongue up the length of one vaginal lip, and then back down again, returning to my groin. Repeating the process with the other lip, I started to shake and he softly pressed his tongue to the moist centre of my tiny panties, tasting through the thin material the desire I was building up for the eventual entry of his very rampant cock. No problem down there!

"Lift," he whispered. I raised my bum off the hammock for him to ease my panties down over my legs, and he cast them aside.

"Lovely pussy," he sighed, gazing longingly at my scented peach. "I want her."

"Have her," I groaned, "She is all yours."

With that he lowered his face to my sweet cunny, his tongue passing from between his lips into the soaking wet haven of my own, probing, tasting, licking and finally sucking. Holding my lips apart he set to work on my clitoris, his fingers working in time deep inside me with little fucking movements.

I cried out, "Oh fuck Tom, eat me, eat my pussy!" 

He needed no persuasion to engulf me with his mouth and as my juices flowed freely on to his lips, he attacked my clitoris with his tongue, flicking it rapidly in time with his stroking of my g-spot. When he sensed I was close to losing control, he eased his other hand underneath me and slid a large finger into my asshole and rapidly fucked me there too. I groaned with delirious delight.

"Bloody hell Tom, I think I'm going to want more than your finger in there, it feels so nice." If he had offered his cock there at that moment I knew I would willingly have taken it in.

Covering my mouth to suppress a scream, my body convulsed and went rigid. My thighs closed against his ears, my pussy and asshole clamped tight on his fingers. I stayed frozen for several moments, holding my breath to restrain the scream I so wanted to emit, then, as I breathed out in a long sigh I relaxed, a stream of pussy cum flowing into his mouth. Holding the sweet liquid on his tongue, he moved up my body to kiss me.

"I believe this is yours." 

I eagerly opened my mouth and he let my cunny juice flow on to my tongue, and we kissed hungrily, both of us totally lost in our moment of lust.

"Fuck me Tom." His eyes widened at the words every man likes to hear. I could see in his pants his cock was very agreeable to my request. 

We were in the perfect position for such a manoeuvre, his erection already pressing hard into my groin, my legs wide apart ready to receive him. All that was needed was for him to unzip his pants. He slid into me as easy as a knife into butter and for the second time that day he slowly started to make love to me. But slow was not what I wanted. 

I hissed, bucking my hips invitingly forward, "Fuck me hard, fuck my wet pussy. Shoot your hot spunk into my wet cunt you horny fucker." I was getting sluttier by the minute, and of course he was loving it.

As he increased his pace we found it difficult to control the hammock, which was swinging wildly with every plunge into me, and I think he was seriously contemplating lifting me fully into the bed. I was beginning to get a little worried that he might not have the stamina to perform what I had in mind for later when the decision was made for us. We heard soft footsteps in the sand.

"Quick." he whispered," Someone's coming." I just did, I smiled to myself.

We scrambled into the hammock together. I covered my breasts and he managed to pull his pants up over his bum and laid on top of me, hiding our genitals from view. 

I looked up at him hopefully, "Maybe it's Sophie and Paul?" 

I was so keen that we all have sex together, and wondered if they had seen us leave for the beach.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn't them, it was in fact the same couple who had caught us screwing in the surf last night. I wondered if they had seen anything tonight too, possibly secretly watching us in the dark, nothing would surprise me in this place.

"Sorry to disturb you again folks, we really didn't realise you were here."

Was this a coincidence, I wondered, or were they following us, wanting more than just a passing chat?

They were both dressed identically to the previous night except that a pleated mini skirt replaced the young girl's bikini bottom, black of course. She was barefooted, he was in sandals. In a gentlemanly manner he bowed slightly, and removed that ridiculous hat. Now I could see him more clearly. He was tall, sandy haired, brash and I took an instant dislike to him. His companion was the opposite, a tiny unassuming gothic-like creature with pixie-cut black hair, her bikini top barely concealing a nearly non-existent pair of breasts. Her eyes were an electric blue, (Tom said they were green) and she was easily half his age and could easily have been mistaken for a boy. I wondered with amusement if the skirt hid anything else! There was no father-daughter likeness that I could perceive.

"That's okay," Tom replied, the couple had stopped as if indeed wanting to chat, "We were leaving anyway."

I whispered in his ear, "No we were not darling, we were fucking!" 

The Aussie grinned when he spotted my panties lying on the sand, "I guess we are down here for the same reason as you guys, so please don't leave on our behalf."

Tom told me later that he wondered if they would climb into the next hammock and have sex in full view of us, just like we all did on that wonderful first night with Rich and Les, but the couple moved off down the beach, no doubt more for their own privacy rather than respecting ours. 

Tom was still hard and manoeuvring to get back inside me but I could hear new voices coming from another direction and, deciding we couldn't cope with any further interruptions, we reluctantly got dressed. As it happened, the new passers-by were elderly and never gave us a single glance. I wondered what their reaction would have been to a couple half their age fucking gaily in a swinging hammock! The moment was spoilt and I needed a drink.

Back at the bar, Les and Rich were nowhere to be seen. A newly arrived Canadian couple I had met yesterday insisted upon buying me a drink while Tom drifted like a magnet to the plasma TV to watch some cricket. They were interesting people and even though my pussy would soon be crying out for renewed attention, I allowed Tom a few minutes' indulgence with his favourite sport, so temporarily I enjoyed their sparkling company. The fact that they were both incredibly sexy was a bonus. As I caught a non-too discreet lustful glance from him I wondered if they too were yet another swinging couple and, if they were, Sophie would no doubt soon seek them out! What a pity we were leaving tomorrow. Small solace when they told me they often visit London and he gave me his cellphone number, suggesting we all meet up sometime. Curiously he was called Jim, just like my late husband. I wondered if he was as good in bed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Australian couple join Tom at the bar and, making my excuses, crossed the room to join them. The guy had a smug grin on his face but she, assuming she had just had sex, didn't show any signs of that satisfying after-glow. In fact she looked bored out of her skin. I was right about their ages, he was clearly in his forties, and she couldn't have been a day over twenty. Tom told me later that the term 'Sugar Daddy' originated from wealthy sugar plantation owners seeking to pay for the company of young nubile girls. I immediately thought of Richard's uncle with his nubile Russian wife.

I forced a smile as Tom introduced them.

"Sue, this is Greg. And this is his pretty lady Sooline, but he calls her Soo." He spelt it out.

We politely shook hands. "That's funny," I laughed, "I'm a Sue too, short for Susan."

"That's cool!" He gave me an ill concealed wink, "I only date girls called Sue, that way I don't call out the wrong name in the night!'

Tom thought that very funny, but we two girls just raised our eyes to the ceiling.

Greg jerked his head back at the beach, "Sorry again if we disturbed anything down there." 

Tom grinned at him, "Nothing we can't continue later!"

"I happen to like outdoor sex too, the risk of being caught and all that."

"We gathered that!" 

The conversation carried on pretty much between the two men. While I was dreading any suggestion of teaming up with him for anything of a sexual nature, I found her fascinating and, although she hadn't spoken a single word, extremely sexy in a boyish way. Later that night, with Tom's cock pounding into me, we admitted we would gladly have enjoyed something of a sexual nature with her, despite her age. Little did we know how close that was to happening, but not exactly as we fantasised.

Throughout the conversation she maintained an intense expression, hardly smiling at all. What could not be mistaken however was the powerful sexual energy that was emanating from this strange little girl. I felt a little left out since she clearly didn't want to join in the discussion, which was becoming distinctly sexually orientated, and coarse with it. 

Very soon, I made it clear that I was eager to get to bed, but Greg insisted on buying one more round, so for the moment I was happy to wallow in the sexual aura of his girl friend. Her body language indicated that her boyfriend was the only one to have enjoyed their recent session on the beach. As I discovered the next day, I was perfectly correct. 

Greg dispatched Soo to go fetch the drinks and as she rose we both spotted a flash of black pubic hair, a blatant gesture to not only Tom but to me too, of that I was sure. Earlier on the beach I had noted that her armpits were also slightly hairy, a fashion quite acceptable in some parts of Western Europe. Although I shaved rigorously I found it quite exciting to wonder if she would have that heady sweaty smell of a man.

New drinks on the table, Greg checked around that he was not being watched, and dipped into his shirt pocket, "Fancy some 420 you guys? If there's anything as good as sex then it's a decent smoke afterwards." 

"Or even during!" Tom laughed. He whispered in my ear that was the American code for a joint.

"And especially before a fuck!" 

We all stared at Soo. She had spoken at last, and she was grinning. Obviously sex and the weed were close to her heart. She had a French accent, which I guess explained the hairy armpits. I hadn't smoked a roll-up since I was teaching, and Tom was obviously a user, so we gladly accepted, passing the reefer between us. This one was special.

"Fuck!" Tom gasped after taking a deep hit, "This is really good shit."

I followed suit, inhaling and coughing, agreed with an inane grin, "Dynamite!"

Soo grabbed the joint from my hand, taking a huge drag herself and blowing the smoke erotically into our faces. I had a growing feeling that this sexy girl was waiting for an invitation to fuck, the drug was kicking in quickly and having a similar effect on me. If it weren't for the presence of her overbearing partner I would have had no hesitation in asking her to join Tom and me in our bed. 

"We got it locally this morning. Can get you some if you want."

Tom shook his head, "Thanks all the same, but we are going home tomorrow, this stuff would be too dodgy to carry through Barbados, even though we are in transit."

"No worries. So, you folks been here long?"

"Just ten days. You?"

"We got in yesterday, saw you guys on the beach last night, we did kind of wonder if you would be down there again tonight."

I raised my eyebrows. "You came looking for us?"

"Not really, we had it planned anyway, we love walks in the dark, never know what you might find." His eyes twinkled. Clearly they were voyeurs. Soo was staring intently at me, her startling blue eyes locked on mine, now totally silent again after her outburst. We were connecting sexually in a big way. I was almost in the mood to give up Tom tonight for a first taste of pussy.

Getting a little bolder with the effect of the joint, I stared at Greg. "Are you two what we in the UK call swingers?" 

I couldn't believe I had said that, I really didn't fancy the guy. I guess I just wanted to know more about his gothic girl friend, and also if they were aware there were others like him here.

Soo shook her head slowly and Greg took a long puff before answering. 

"Not really. We just happen to be open about sex, do it where we want, with who we want, go to parties once in a while. That's how we are in Oz. By the way, they call them swingers in Melbourne too!" He looked at us curiously. "Why do you ask? Are you two in that scene?"

It was Tom's turn to shake his head. His eyes questioned mine and when I nodded he told them how we had met last week, and that we had both arrived here with different partners.

"Cool. That means you really are swingers," he chuckled. "That's what I call a permanent swap!"

"I prefer temporary ones actually," Soo spoke again with her distinctly sexy French accent, and Tom was now the object of her unblinking stare. I spotted a movement in my boyfriend's pants and pinched his thigh, passing him the distinct message that he had a sexual obligation to complete with me before pointing his fat cock in any other direction.

"Are you French?" Tom asked her, ignoring my probing hand. Typical man, always eyeing up the next opportunity. But then I couldn't complain, I had just been doing the same with a Canadian guy called Jim!

"She's Belgian actually," Greg answered for her, "But educated at Melbourne University. We both live in Brussels now but I still have a pad next to the Coathanger."

"Coathanger?"

He laughed, "Sydney Harbour Bridge. Look at the picture sometime, you'll see why."

The smoke and the drink was now getting me horny again and despite my growing desire for Soo, I had to get Tom away from the ever increasing suggestion of a foursome. I decided on a shock tactic and whispered in his ear, as it happened loud enough for Soo to hear, but not her partner.

"Take me to bed Tom, I want you to fuck my ass."

Tom sat bolt upright in shock, choking on his drink, and Greg raised his eyes, seeing his look of surprise. Soo simply grinned.

"Had an offer you can't refuse Tom?"

"You could say that," giggled Soo. Tom's hands dipped into his crotch to hide his growing erection.

Soo suddenly stood up and looked at us both in turn, "Perhaps we will meet up again sometime?"

"Brussels is a long way Soo."

She smiled at me, licking her lips. Her sexual aura was overpowering. Fuck, I wanted her, I wished her overbearing partner wasn't present. "Although my office is there, my work brings me to London amongst other places." 

"Yeah," added Greg, lewdly grabbing her ass. "I'm based in Bruges, but my travels take me east unfortunately." 

That was music to my ears, obviously he wouldn't be around all the time. Soo and I were clearly flirting with each other and it didn't go unnoticed by Tom as he later remarked. 'I got the distinct impression you wanted to fuck her more than me.' I had replied that I wanted him and her equally as much and, if possible, both together! I agreed with him that while Greg was brash, it was in that likeable Australian manner of Crocodile Dundee. Perhaps another time, we agreed. And I did notice the outline of a rather long muscle in his pants. Richard dear brother, I thought, you may not be quite the king of the castle after all!

Before we left the bar, Greg pulled us close together, "You guys may not know it but this place is quite a popular venue for swingers."

"We had noticed," laughed Tom, "After all, how many places are there in the world where you will find double beds on the beach?"

We parted with hugs and kisses all round, Soo actually kissing me lingeringly on the lips, her little tongue grazing mine as I opened my mouth, confirming I wanted her too. Damn! 

As she hugged Tom I saw her whisper in his ear and wondered what erotic remark that might have been. He said later that she had said she was sorry we were both leaving so soon. I didn't believe him, but it was patently obvious she fancied him too.

As we headed to our cabin Greg caught up with us, "Hey you guys, something to take to bed," and promptly pulled two more joints from his pocket. "Something to remember us by when you hit the spot."

*

And hit the spot Tom did, in a very new place indeed!



Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 14



Continuing our new horny relationship, Tom and I had attempted to re-enact that early hammock moment where we all first met, but were disturbed by a very odd couple, some Australians out from Belgium seeking some swinging fun. Although we both fancied the girl Sooline, I was not interested in him and to be honest I was hungry to finish what we had started on the beach, but in a different place, and I don't mean a geographical one! I was about to lay a ghost so to speak ,and whether I enjoyed it is a matter of conjecture, perhaps the female readers will give me their opinion? The view of the male is totally predictable and, to be honest, unless constructive, not welcome.

Read on and, hopefully, enjoy.

Chapter 14: A bum ride!

Still high on the combination of dope and rum punches, I floated out of the shower, washed thoroughly, outside and in! My mind was just about focused on what I wanted to do with Tom. He was sat in his boxers absorbed again with the cricket, his erection poking cheekily through the fly, I hoped it was for me and not the batting of Mr. Lara that excited him in that manner! With the towel wrapped around me, I sat beside him on the bed and traced a finger along the exposed length of his shaft. It twitched to my touch, and I could smell my sex on him. He was about to get that refreshed!

"Tom?"

"Mmm?"

"You know what you did in that hammock...? You know...with your finger?"

He answered, his eyes remaining glued to the screen, "I do lots of things with my finger!"

"You know what I mean, when you put it in my bum."

"Uh huh." He smiled and his cock twitched again, but still he pretended to be absorbed in the cricket. I grabbed the remote off the bed and killed the picture. 

"One or two blokes have tried that before and I never liked it. I told them to stop, they were too rough." With finger and thumb I squeezed him hard as if to emphasise the point.

"Ouch!" He turned his head and smiled up me, kissing my nose softly, "I noticed that you didn't stop me."

I wrapped my hand fully around his cock, immediately taking his mind off the silly cricket. It responded immediately to my touch, once again poised for action like an angry snake. I knew where I wanted it to strike! And expel its venom! And I was the antidote!

"I know. It was because I trusted you, and to be honest I was so turned on that I really liked it."

"What did you like about it?" He gave me one of his sly grins, it was clear he guessed where this conversation was heading. I had after all, in a semi drunken state back in the bar, asked him to fuck my ass! I was beginning to wonder if he had taken me seriously.

"It was so very, very private and personal, and it sort of tingled in there, bit like I tingle in my pussy, but... I don't know ... just different that's all, and very exciting, something new!"

"Is that what made you cum?"

"I think so yes, it was just...so fucking rude and at the same time so lovely." I paused, a little nervous now the effect of the joint was wearing off a little, "Have you ever done that with your cock Tom?"

He nodded sadly, "Yes, I tried it a couple of times with Lisa, but she was so uncomfortable with it that we never bothered again. We only managed a couple of inches."

I looked at the thick shaft in my hand, amazed that it even fitted in my pussy, let alone my tight ass.

"Not surprised with this fat thing," I laughed nervously, continuing to stroke his erection.

"But, if you are really interested, and really want to try this, all is not lost. A woman recently gave me some tips, apparently it's a fantastic experience when you get it right. For the girl as well as the man, that is."

"Apparently? And would this friend be Les by any chance?" She had no doubt passed on the same advice she had given to me.

"No, he laughed, "She never suggested it, but I think she is most likely into it, given her past. The advice came from a woman I met on the Internet, I still have to put it to the test." He gave me a sly knowing look. 

"Hmm." The girth of his cock worried me, my fingers barely met around it, but if I didn't try now, I knew I never would, this moment was exactly right.

"What does hmm mean then?"

"I might be willing to give it a go." I looked into his eyes curiously. "You remember yesterday when we said we would do anything for each other, and that I had a fantasy? Well, this is it."

"I did wonder. You really sure want me to do this with you?" Now of course he was fully erect in my hand, and leaking, as was I, with the anticipation of exploring new territory. New to both of us, which made it more fun, just like two virgins fucking together for the very first time!

"Yes Tom, I think I do. I want our sex to be complete, I want us to make love each and every way we can, and if you get pleasure doing me in the bum then I'm pretty sure I will too." I was ignoring Les's warning, but I was stoned, horny, and didn't care. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close and we kissed deeply. Rubbing my naked crotch eagerly against his exposed cock I whispered, "So?"

"So what?" he taunted me, his hands roughly gripping my ass, pulling me tightly to him, his erection probing at its more natural objective.

"So, are we going to do it then?"

"What, now?" he grinned, his cock twitching against my pussy, as if in answer to my question.

I relit the weed and we both took another deep drag, I don't know who needed it the most.

"Yes Tom, yes please, I want you to put your cock in my ass and fuck me, do it how you were told to by your Internet friend. There, I've said it."

Although madly keen to do this, he seemed somehow a little reluctant because obviously he didn't want to hurt me, and as he slipped out of his pants he sought my very available pussy opening instead. I immediately put my hand down and pushed his cock away toward my little private hole. 

"I'm a little sore in there Tom, please do it in my bum, I know I am ready for it, I am so fucking horny." I was shaking, whether out of anticipation or sheer fright, I wasn't sure. But I knew I was ready for some sort of action. 

He slid down the bed and turned me on my side and placed a towel underneath me. God, I wondered, surely it can't be as messy as all that? Gently prising open my legs he softly licked my pussy to release some more juices and let them flow freely out of me, teasing my nectar along the delicate flesh between my pussy and asshole. I shivered as he teased my tight little anus open with his tongue.

"Fuck, that tickles!" I giggled and with one hand I pulled his head tighter to me. I wanted some more of that!

I tensed when he very gently substituted a finger for his tongue, dribbling saliva on to me to keep me moist. When he had done this previously he had been attending to my pussy at the same time. Now he was concentrating purely on my asshole and it felt at least a little odd and I tensed up.

"You okay Sue?"

"Yes," I breathed, "Don't stop, it just feels a little strange." God knows what it will feel like when it's his cock, I thought to myself. To take my mind off that big moment I visualised the gothic Soo there with us on the bed, holding his cock for him, guiding him into my ass while I fingered her wet pussy. If I had known then what I knew now I think I would have orgasmed on the spot!

He reassuredly kissed the back of my neck and, when he felt me relax, he inserted a second finger continuing to keep me wet with his tongue, my own pussy juices dripping around to add more moisture. Very slowly Tom started a gentle fucking motion with his fingers and, to distract myself from the very unusual feeling, I let my fingers wander down to my clit.

Then came the moment I had been waiting for, part in excitement, part in dread. He removed his fingers and, spreading some saliva on the head of his cock, laid down behind me and ever so gently worked the tip into my secret entrance, some of my juices conveniently appearing to assist him.

As he opened me up I froze again.

"Tom. I'm frightened."

This time he didn't stop. Les's warning coming true, he was suddenly more assertive, his lust ruling his brain, my asshole was about to be plundered, he was now inside, there was no going back. All evening I had been close to orgasm, somehow I knew that one now would occupy my mind and help me relax while he started to fuck my ass. So I furiously frigged my pussy and, with just the head of his cock inside me, my climax hit me so violently that he involuntarily jumped a little further in. I cried out in ecstasy as he tried to hold my bum cheeks steady. Obviously enjoying my grip around his cock, he held his position just inside me, eager to penetrate further inside my forbidden hole. He reassured me a little when he said that this was as far as he had got with Lisa.

When I realized that I had felt exactly the same fear when my pussy received her first cock, I was determined to relax and enjoy myself. I sensed he wanted to ease further in, and I knew I was ready to have all of it. I knew it was possible, I had watched so many videos with Richard!

"God," I gasped, "Whatever you are doing to me don't stop my darling. Just do it slowly that's all."

"When you are ready, just say the word and you can have some more, okay?" 

My reply was to grip his cock even tighter, I was surprised at the strength of my muscles in there.

"Ready darling, I think I might like this. Love my bum with your cock, but please, please go slowly."

With his fingers he scooped the fresh cum juices pouring from my pussy and spread them around his shaft and, gripping my cheeks with his hands, he eased slowly further inside. Now his cock was really in me it suddenly didn't seem to matter any more. It wasn't at all comfortable but it was different. I urged him on, my orgasm had definitely helped me to relax. I was now looking forward to the actual fucking rather than the exploring. Each time he pushed further in he stopped, retracted a little, and then penetrated a further half-inch or so. He reached out for the water bottle he had placed by the bed and splashed some on his cock, the cold liquid making us both jump, Les had told me there was no natural lubrication in my ass. But then I guess, why would there be? Then I remembered what she also said about the feeling of a poo going in reverse, she was right! With what was surely only about an inch to go I waved my hand. 

"Tom, wait a mo."

He stopped, my body gripping his cock like a vice, and leaned forward, softly kissing my neck. 

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"No my darling, I'm loving it." I was lying of course, loving was definitely not quite the right word, "I've got some Vaseline in my purse."

My bag was on the floor, slowly we crawled comically locked together to the side of the bed so I could hook my toe into the handle and swing it within reach, without letting go of his cock. If I let him out now I wasn't sure I would have the courage to allow him back in. We were now both on our knees as he partly withdrew and placed a huge dollop of the jelly all round his cock. He asked me to move back on to him when he was ready. God, what a difference! If only I had remembered before. He slid back inside as easily as if it were my pussy, and was resuming a slow movement in and out when I voiced another thought.

He sighed in desperation, his climax was close, and like me he was still horny from our unfinished fuck in the hammock. I pointed to the mirror on the dressing table.

"Move down the bed Tom so we can see better, you know I love doing it in front of a mirror. I want to see it going in!"

Together we wriggled backwards until he was off the bed and standing behind me. I was now high on my knees in front of him, his fat cock now well inside my tight hole and really starting to pleasure my virgin ass. In the mirror I watched as at last he started to fuck me slowly up my bum, deliberately adding two fingers into my dripping pussy to add to my pleasure.

"I can feel my cock," he laughed at me in the mirror.

I grimaced, "You're not the only one!"

It must have taken at least another ten minutes of careful penetration and another application of jelly for him to become fully inside me, at which point I stopped. 

"What do you feel honey?" he asked as I knelt trembling in front of him, my face part buried in the pillow.

I turned my head and mumbled back, "I don't know what I feel, it's very strange, but I don't want you to stop. Are you going to stop talking and fuck me now or what?"

"You sure?" I decided it was time to get this over with, so I went for the dirty talk.

"Yes you fucker. Fuck my bum, fuck your dirty slut in her asshole with your big fat cock."

Clearly aroused by my smutty language he started to move faster within me, retracting to half his length and then filling me fully again. I was squealing and gasping partly with pleasure, partly with pain, his fingers moving inside my pussy in time with his motion in my ass. I laughed when he told me again that his fingers could feel the outline of his cock as he fucked me. That gave me an idea, this occasion might be a one-off and I wanted to give it the best.

"My vibrator Tom," I gasped, reaching again for my bag, "Fuck me with that too."

"God, you do come prepared" he smiled and, taking the toy, switched it on and slipped it into my sodden pussy. I was sure the batteries would last, I had only used it a couple of times in those days after fucking my brother and before my first sex with Tom. 

I giggled, "It goes with the KY. Now please fuck me Tom, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, I want you to cum." 

To urge him on I started to rock back against him, this was suddenly starting to feel better, maybe it was the toy in my pussy helping to distract me.

"Do me in there like you did my pussy last night, fuck me hard you horny bastard, give me your spunk."

Seeing I was now clearly comfortable with him fully inside me he thrust into both my holes at the speed I wanted, and all too soon I knew I was going to beat him to orgasm. I started shaking violently.

"Oh God don't stop, this is like I have two cocks in me, one big, one little."

"That could be arranged," he grunted. 

The ecstasy in my pussy was almost unbearable and I let out a loud shriek. He paused with a concerned look into the mirror. Our eyes met, my face was contorted with lust.

"Don't stop Tom, I'm still cumming...oh fuck!"

On cue, he thrust harder and faster into me and I screamed again and again as I went into the most amazing almost unbearable extended orgasm ever. I was so totally consumed by the ecstasy of the moment that it took all Tom's strength to hold me still and stay inside and continue fucking me. 

As my heartbeat slowed, so did his own pace, allowing me to luxuriate in my magical moment, but I sensed he was now on the verge of his own climax and, with the tightness of my ass gripping urging him on, I could tell he was finding it difficult to hold back much longer. I was right. 

"I'm cumming too," he gasped, starting to draw out, but I pushed back hard against him. This might never happen again, I wanted the full works.

"No Tom, cum in me, cum in my bum, I want to know what it feels like, give it all to me. Come on, spunk that fat cock in my ass, pretend it's a virgin's tight little cunt! Fuck me baby, fuck me."

Those choice words from my darkest vocabulary did it for him and, with a few more deep thrusts, accompanied by more dirty language from me, he exploded his pent-up sperm deep into my ass with a loud groan that nearly matched my own cries.

For a full minute he held me there on his cock, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly, while I luxuriated in the feeling of his hot cream deep inside a strange place. As his cum started to ooze out past his fat shaft he pulled gently away, and in the mirror I saw the erotic sight of his cum leaking out of my enlarged hole. 

Shaking uncontrollably, we collapsed on the bed together in a pool of sweat and semen and kissed tenderly as we slowly caught our breaths and gazed lovingly into each other's eyes.

I kissed his nose. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever done Tom, thank you so much. I love you."

"I love you too," he kissed me back. "It was pretty damn special for me as well. I wondered if I would ever find someone to fit me."

"I need a drink," I grabbed two beers from the fridge, gave them to Tom and dashed into the bathroom. I suddenly felt strange down there, but I soon discovered it was only my ass trying to return to its normal size, plus leakage of Tom's cream. However I did sit on the loo for a few moments in case my body reacted in some other way, Les didn't tell me what to expect after anal sex. As I sat there I knew in my heart that this had been a one-off. It was something I knew I had to do, now I could put it behind me, so to speak, I had the postcard. I put some aloe gel on two distinctly sore openings. Tom looked concerned when I returned.

"Just a bit tender pussy," I smiled, "And in case you're wondering, my bum is fine."

We sat in silence as we gently touched each other, words at that moment could not express everything we wanted to say. 

Eventually Tom spoke, "Do you realize I have just fucked a virgin?"

I laughed. "From what you have told me, so have I! And it was much nicer than when I lost my other virginity."

He held me close as we kissed deeply, surrounded by the strong aroma of sex, and something else? I focused my mind elsewhere, hoping he would shower soon!

"So tell me, what did it feel like to have a cock in there Sue? Be honest, because all my previous girl friends were revolted by even the suggestion of it."

"What about Lisa?"

"She said she think she might have enjoyed it if her asshole was larger."

"Or your cock was smaller," I laughed. "What did it feel like for you?"

"It felt like the tightest pussy I have ever been in, like as you suggested, a real virgin one, but then I am only guessing, I never had one!"

"Ha ha, the dirty work was already done for you."

"Exactly!" 

I looked into his eyes seriously, holding up the sticky vibrator, "What we just did Tom, perhaps next time we could try it the other way around?"

He froze, obviously misinterpreting my thoughts, and I burst out laughing. 

"What I mean is, fuck me normally and put this up my bum?"

Clearly relieved, he replied, "You mean you still like my cock enough to have it up you yet again?" 

I fondled his shrunken member, "I would like this thing inside me all the time if it was possible, but maybe not in my bum. Tell me honestly, did you really enjoy it, or did you do it just to please me?"

"I did it for us, because it felt so right. Until now I never realized how much pleasure it could be, but if you don't want to do it again I will understand."

"We'll see." But I knew we never would.

In the shower we sponged each other, with special attention to his cock, and my ass too! We kissed and caressed as we talked of what might lay ahead in the future for us. Ten minutes later we were both cuddled together in an exhausted drug and drink induced sleep, but not before I shared something that was buzzing in my mind.

"Tom?"

"Mmm?"

"When I said earlier that I love you..."

"Yeah?"

"I meant that I don't love-love you, not that way. I love you as my new friend. Does that make sense?"

He reached around me and cupped my soft breast.

"Yes it does. I understand. What you mean is you love me like a fuck-buddy. Like we talked about earlier?"

I placed my hand over his, pressing him into my breast. "Exactly. You okay with that?"

"Very." 

He withdrew his hand, and turned on to his back. 

"Nite-nite Sue."

"Nite-nite dear fuck-buddy."

He started to turn over but I held his arm. "One thing Tom. If I had been in that Becky's shoes I would have given you a bigger dare."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 14



"And what would that have been?" he asked curiously, his cock instantly stirring at the memory of his female neighbour watching his masturbation scene with his friend.

"I always had a thing about watching guys masturbate and have done it lots of times, but with you and Martin I think I would have asked for more."

"What?" He looked at me coldly, obviously dreading the ultimate suggestion. But he was to be surprised.

"I would have got you two to stroke each other while you watched me finger myself and..." She paused, her fingers descending into my sticky groin "... then just as I cum I would have got you to cum on each other's cock. And then rub it in!"

"God, that's disgusting! You dirty bitch!" But he was smiling.

"Would you do that for me if he was here now?"

"Right now I would do anything for you." Impossibly, I felt him getting hard again.

"Good. You set that up, and I will definitely have your children."

I was now openly masturbating my tender pussy, his cock unbelievably wanting more of this insatiable woman lying next to him.

"Do you do that a lot?" he nodded towards my groin.

"What, masturbate?"

"Yes."

"What do you think? Living on my own I have no choice. I masturbate for no reason at all sometimes, but I'm always looking for something new for me to get off to, and seeing you do that with Martin would really do it for me."

While my fingers were busy his were teasing my tiny asshole when I asked him poignantly, "Tom, just imagine we were in bed, you and me, with another horny guy, and you were suddenly presented with this big stiff cock right in your face, what would you do?"

He smiled, and stared at me seriously, "You just won't let this go will you?"

I shook my head.

He carried on with a mischievous glint in his eye, "Well, I would grab hold of it..."

"Yes?" I hissed, as he stroked his own cock vigorously with his free hand.

"...Feel it hot and sticky in my hand..."

"Oooh yes! Just like yours is now."

"...Make sure it was really, really rock hard..."

His little finger was now seeking its way into my tight little asshole, close-by he could feel the movement of my own finger deeply embedded in my pussy, our two fingers erotically moving closely together, separated by the thinnest membrane. I watched wide-eyed as he wanked his cock lewdly in front of my face. His pee-slit was slightly curved, almost smiling at me!

"Go on."

"...squeeze out some pre-cum from the swollen head..." With perfect timing a pearl of pre-cum appeared and he lifted it off and wiped it across my lips. My eyes blazed with desire as I retrieved it with a curled tongue.

"Go on, you are killing me here!"

"...spreading it right down his shaft..." He did likewise himself with some more lubrication.

"Oh baby."

"... gripping the hard pink rod really firmly, pointing it exactly where it has not gone before..." I was now frantically working at my clit, while he continued to finger-fuck my ass.

"And?"

He paused for effect, his silence teasing me further as I looked expectantly into his eyes with sheer lust.

"For fuck's sake Tom!"

"...Then I would turn you over and force him into your soaking wet hole and tell him to fuck your brains out, the horny bitch that you are!"

I burst out laughing at his deception, "You bastard!"

"And this," pressing his now fully erect cock on my mouth, "Would go in here."

And slowly he made love inside mouth while my fingers plunged in and out of my slit in a blur. When he reached down again to my asshole, this time with two fingers, I screwed up my eyes and bit my lower lip in concentration as my whole body gripped me in another tense orgasm.

He withdrew from my mouth, unsurprisingly he wasn't ready to cum, but with his finger still embedded he turned me on my back and watched me finish the assault on my pussy.

I gasped. "Bloody hell, you really got me there. Be careful where you touch, a little sore now."

"So did I answer your question?"

"Okay, okay, you just proved you're not gay! But like me you might just be bisexually curious, and I find nothing wrong with that, in fact it turns me on."

He continued to stroke me with a gentle finger, alternating from hole to hole, "I did notice!" 

For a few minutes we lay quietly, studying each other's face, while we both wound down.

"I don't know what planet you're from my darling, but I honestly can't remember cumming so much in such a short space in time."

Our heads on the pillows, facing each other, he smiled sleepily back at me, "Just as well we are going home soon, I think you are wearing my cock out!"

I giggled, "I think I would like to stay here and see that happen!"

Within seconds, his hand on my breast, mine holding a sticky cock, we had fallen into a deep sleep, both wondering what the morrow would bring.

That night I had, with Tom taking my ass, lost a form of virginity. There was only one other sexual experience untried, and little did I suspect as I drifted into unconsciousness, that would happen the very next day. And if I had known, it was not to be with Sophie as we had planned. Read on for a very strange encounter indeed!



Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 15



So, last night I had just laid one ghost and had Tom's fat cock up my bum. I will always try anything twice, just to make sure I get it right, but this was definitely a one-off, it took weeks before the aching fully went away. I think I shall stick to pussy sex from now on but most definitely repeat what happened today, even though it was not with who I intended nor the way I expected it to happen. But I enjoy it I certainly did. I hope you do too.

Oh, and by the way, I also endorsed my awareness of the treachery of the male species and how easily they are guided by what they contain in their pants! I forgive him though, especially in the manner he confessed!

Chapter 15: A girl called Soo

In the early morning light I was vaguely aware of Tom wandering off into the bathroom, quietly I assumed, so as not to disturb me. I was asleep again before he returned to bed. As I discovered later he didn't return immediately, but when he did, I experienced that wonderful feeling of a hot tongue investigating the lips of my sleepy pussy. Although not really a morning girl, and I had often reluctantly given in to the inconvenience of wake-up sex from my partner of the moment, I had never before had the pleasure of receiving it orally for myself. My pussy was still a little sore and welcomed the softness of a tongue. As for my asshole, that was a definite no-no, aching like fuck! I was pretty convinced by now that would revert back to a one-way route only!

Tom had lifted the bedsheet off my sleeping body, fortunately I was on my back and it had taken little effort from him to part my thighs and expose me on full view. Since we hadn't had pussy sex last night I knew I would be barely moist but smelling sweet. I wasn't too sure the same could be said for my bum!

He attended to my pussy softly and thoroughly as I slowly came to. The more I regained consciousness the more rapidly he licked. His tongue, he told me later, was tracing the letters of the alphabet, with the result that I orgasmed before I was even fully awake. I rewarded my delicious lover with a tiny squirt of fresh pussy nectar and, when I had finished shaking, he moved up beside my body and kissed me with the tangy taste of myself on his lips.

"Morning Sue, coffee, tea or me?" I smiled when I remembered uttering the very same words to my brother, before fucking his brains out! Tom's lazy erection was pressed against my hip.

I rewarded him with a grateful smile, "Tom, I had tea yesterday, and I had you last night, I think I'll settle for the coffee please."

I sat up, my breasts all perky in the morning light, and he lovingly kissed each one in turn as he passed me my coffee. Despite the uncomfortable sensation in my ass, my pussy was distinctly on fire. Would she never calm down I wondered?

"That was a nice way to wake me up Tom, what did I do to deserve that?" Little did I know at the time that it was Grade-A guilt!

"Lisa used to like me to lick her awake," he answered, referring to his ex stewardess girlfriend, "So I thought I would try it with you."

"It was lovely Tom, no-one's ever done that before, I shall expect it every morning from now on! And that Alphabet thing I could really get to like. I think 'W' would be cool!"

He laughed, "No problem, but I warn you, I always got to fuck Lisa immediately after doing that. So I guess my reasons were a bit selfish."

"But you didn't try just now though."

"That one was purely for you, I knew you might still be sore." You don't know the half of it I smiled to myself as I wriggled to get more comfortable. I kissed him on the cheek and headed for the shower.

Following a leisurely breakfast, Tom and Richard headed to the airport to organise the ticket swap, leaving me to enjoy the beach and put the final touches to the topless part of my tan. Les, being in a similar overhung condition to me, couldn't at first face the sun and, before joining me on the sand, relaxed for a while in the shade of the bar.

I was lying flat on my back, half asleep, when a shadow briefly crossed my face. Shading my eyes from the sun I propped myself up on my elbows. Standing over me was the Belgian girl Sooline, and she had her finger to her lips, her eyes indicating the sleeping Les next to me.

Clutching two bottles of Banks, Soo squatted down on the edge of my chair. She was wearing the same black bikini as yesterday and although there was little hint of any breasts, her two nipples stood proud and urgent. And just like yesterday in the bar, her startling blue eyes were glued to mine. I took a swig of the proffered beer and, again like last night, felt an immediate sexual connection with this strange girl, especially when she started to caress my foot with her fingers. Without any question I knew I wanted her, and by the state of her nipples it was obvious she hungered for sex too.

Without a word or change of expression she pulled me to my feet, pressing her lips briefly to the side of one of my naked breasts, my own nipples also aroused. I was surprised at her strength. Les roused from her sleep and, quickly appraising the situation, winked at me as I replaced my top and allowed Soo to lead me off the beach. I wondered if Les would tell my brother, but somehow I didn't care, he should be used to my excesses by now!

In my cabin I locked the door and pulled the curtains. Normally I wouldn't care, but I wanted this occasion to be very private. We kissed hungrily. She tasted of peppermint and wasted no time delving into my pants, seeking out my sex. With her fingers in my wet pussy, and our mouths still locked together, she unceremoniously hauled down my pants and pushed me down on to the bed. 

I laid there shaking with anticipation, already in those few short moments I had allowed another girl to touch my pussy for the first time, I was so ready to see what she did next, although deep down I knew what it would be, and I wasn't wrong. Stopping only to rip off her own bikini top she leaned between my legs and without further ado, pressed her face into my hungry pussy, her tiny breasts taking shape as she leaned over me.

As her eager tongue slid between the lips of my sex I compared her with Tom who's mouth had been there only hours ago. Yesterday's conversation about polygamy suddenly seemed very poignant. Before I married Jim I had loads of sex and enjoyed a variety of men without commitment, but two years of faithfulness to my army husband followed by another two of celibacy had left me wanting, and these last few days Tom had re-awakened my sexual yearnings. I now wanted sex, the way it used to be, no strings, male and now definitely female, maybe even both together. And here was my fantasy coming true, a woman's tongue buried in my cunt, and it was indescribably delicious. For just a brief moment I wished Tom was here to see this, no doubt he would be masturbating furiously. Just as you guys, and girls too hopefully, are while reading this? That's if your feedback is anything to go by!

Soo was squatting beside me on the unmade bed, one hand fondling my breasts, the other parting my lips so she could tease my clit with her tongue. The bisexual teacher colleague who had recently tried to seduce me had assured me that the touch of a woman would be far beyond anything I had ever experienced with a man, and I was already beginning to agree with her. Whether it was the actual touch or just the mere thought that it was a woman's tongue at work I wasn't sure, and at this very moment in time I didn't fucking care! All I knew was, my fantasy was at last coming to fruition, a girl was making love to me, and I didn't care either that she was only nineteen! Also for the first time, and little though they were, I was fondling another woman's breasts and playing with her prominent nipples as she lapped contentedly at my very willing pussy.

My lover adjusted her stance and her own pussy came into view, barely inches from my face. She was intriguingly hairy down there but when I put my hand on her ass to pull her within tongue's reach, she moved away and laid down flat on her front between my legs and resumed her attention on me. At first I took this as a compliment and that she wanted to concentrate on my pleasure, but later I discovered her embarrassing secret. For the moment I wasn't bothered, all I cared about was cumming and with her fingers teasing my g-spot and her tongue flicking across my clit she achieved that very quickly for me, almost too soon. I gripped her head as my hips bucked up and down, convulsed in extreme orgasm.

With an assertiveness that surprised us both I grabbed her arms and pulled her up my body and kissed her hungrily, the flavour of my orgasm on her lips. For a full minute we lost ourselves in the passion of that kiss, far more tender than any man had been, infinitely softer, extremely loving and erotic beyond belief, her breath fresh and minty. I so wanted her now, I was ready to make lesbian love with this strange girl and return the compliment. Sadly, when my fingers once again ventured down to her pussy, she drew away. 

From her approach on the beach right up to this moment we had both remained totally silent, words totally unnecessary, until now. "Not now Sue, but thank you."

"It's me that should say thank you, I want you to know that was my first time with another woman."

"Really? Fucking hell! I would never have known, you are a natural."

I laughed, "I didn't do anything!"

"Yes you did, you came. Some girls freeze at the first go."

"Obviously I wasn't your first?"

She had pulled up her pants, and as she lifted one leg I could just make out her pink lips through a jet-black bush, and they were distinctly moist! I so wanted to bury my face in those hairy pubes, now I knew why men were instinctively drawn to a hairy pussy, the mystery of what lies within.

"Of course not! If you must know I prefer women, men make such a fucking mess. And I really don't need the drama that comes with a cock."

I laughed with her, she was quite cute when she smiled. I loved her openness.

"What you just did was bloody amazing Soo, I but don't think I could give up men."

She replaced her black top and stared at me with those haunting sexy eyes.

"Don't get me wrong Sue, when I'm really horny there is nothing better than a nice stiff man, and eating some pussy at the same time if I'm lucky. The more the more the merrier! Do you know I had four at once last Christmas, but please don't tell Greg!"

I was amazed at the maturity of this young woman. "How old are you Soo?"

"Nineteen last month. You got a problem with that?"

I guessed right, I was eight years older, but I grinned. "Not at all, I wish I had half the fun you are having when I was nineteen."

She giggled, she was so pretty when she stopped staring, "This is nothing, I had my first orgy on my sixteenth birthday, six blokes, four girls, and I've been bi since I was twelve, and horny for girls ever since. I don't know if you got the message but I wanted to go to bed with both of you last night."

I grinned, "I know. I hope this doesn't offend, but I really don't fancy Gregg, otherwise we would have both been up for that."

"I guessed so, I could see you two didn't click, not many do with him, that's why I didn't push it." 

My eyes lit up at the course this was taking and it gave me a thought, I was still randy as hell and didn't want her to go just yet.

"Are you horny right now?" I asked, taking her soft hand in mine.

"Pretty much. I'm always fucking horny. Why?"

"Well, Tom will be back from the airport in about an hour, we could have that threesome now if you fancy some cock as well as me." The vision of Tom entering her black hairy pussy while I sucked on her rigid nipples was immediately desirable.

I sensed she was tempted, but she shook her head slowly, "I don't think so Sue."

"Why not? We are both horny as fuck and I know you fancy Tom, I saw the way you looked at him in the bar. And when we were shagging last night he said he would love to fuck you. He has a lovely thick cock."

What she said next really knocked me sideways. "I know he has," she grinned.

"What? I don't understand. When did you see it?" 

For an impossible moment it crossed my mind that she might have been an old flame, but that coincidence was too much to believe. What she said next I did believe.

"I haven't seen it, I just felt it, when he put it inside me. He came down to the beach early this morning while I was in the water." 

I let go of her hand, for one crazy moment I was furious. This gothic bitch had fucked my new boyfriend!

"Don't be angry with him Sue, he is just your normal vulnerable male. And anyway, you just agreed that the three of us might have had sex all together last night anyway."

On reflection, she was right. She had done exactly the same with me, she had seduced me on the beach too and I had more than willingly let her make love to me. And I always thought that the male had the weaker resistance when it came to sex! 

While Soo went to the bathroom for a pee I sat on the bed and realised that my conversation with Tom yesterday afternoon endorsed what had happened today with this horny little teenager. We both wanted no-strings sex with others, under our own terms, but also the closeness of each other when it was needed, and I suspected that would be often. 

I laughed out loud when I suddenly realised the true reason for my unusual wake up call this morning. I guess it was his way of making penance. Wickedly I thought to myself that he could fuck who he likes if I get a morning call like that every day!

"What's so funny Sue?" she called, poking her head around the bathroom door.

"After Tom left you he woke me up with his tongue, never happened to me before, not first thing anyway."

"Ah, the guilt of man!"

"Yeah, exactly my thought too."

I went into the bathroom where she was sat on the loo dabbing her hairy pussy dry. 

On impulse I reached for the tissue, "Let me do that for you, Soo."

She stared at me thoughtfully as I took if from her hand and pressed it between her legs. 

For some reason I started to shake uncontrollably as I wiped her pussy, only the thin wafer of paper separating my fingers from her sex. The thought of Tom recently getting his fat cock inside this little teenager's cunt, exactly where my fingers were poised right now, got me hornier than ever, but for some reason she pushed my hand away.

Undeterred, and with a dominance that surprised myself I stood up, grasped her head and pulled her face into my pussy which still secreting juices from our earlier lovemaking. She pulled away just enough to speak, her head raised, her eyes questioning mine. 

"You want more?"

I nodded. She needed no further persuasion and, clutching my bare ass, she inserted her delicious little tongue inside me once again.

While she licked and sucked at my sex I managed to talk in between gasps each time she touched my clit.

"Actually, it turns me on that you fucked my boyfriend, I wish I had seen that. Was that what the note was about last night?"

She nodded as she continued licking. I knew I wouldn't last out long this time.

"I wish he was here now to watch this, he would want to fuck you again. I can just imagine him now with his fat cock in you from behind while you do me."

She replied by groaning and pressing her face harder against me, as if an imaginary prick were pumping into her from behind. I pictured Tom doing that, a hot horny threesome, I was so up for that right now. I nearly hit the roof when her tongue suddenly ventured round to my tender no-longer-secret little hole. I went for the dirty talk.

"Oh Soo, tongue-fuck my ass, while Tom fucks his spunk into your tight little cunt. God, that's so lovely."

Her fingers and tongue were driving me nuts, I was on the threshold of another orgasm, I didn't help myself by continuing the conversation.

"Would you let him fuck you doggy while I suck on your cunt?"

She looked up at me, her face wet with my juices, "Maybe on day. Now shut up, and enjoy!" She pressed her mouth harder against me.

But I couldn't stop myself, "This morning, did he do you that way?"

With obvious impatience she shook her head, mumbling through my pubes, "We did it standing up."

Fuck, I thought, in full view of everyone? Still, it had been early morning, I consoled myself.

I noticed that her fingers were down between her own thighs, I was thrilled that she too was getting some pleasure out of this. Totally turned on, I couldn't stop talking, I just wanted to share last night with someone, and who better than another girl whose tongue just happened to be exploring the interior of my soaking wet pussy?

"Last night Tom fucked me in the ass for the first time, it was lovely. I think Greg's joint did that." 

As soon as I spoke I felt guilty at sharing my most intimate sexual experience with a complete stranger, but she simply looked up at me, my pussy goo dribbling off her chin, and gave me a sly grin.

"So I did hear right last night." Over drinks I had, discreetly I thought, disclosed my anal desires to Tom.

Soo sighed deeply, "Okay, one secret deserves another. I've had one cock in my ass, while a boyfriend had his in my pussy, and his brother fucking my mouth, so there!"

"Fuck," I exclaimed, "And I thought I was a horny dirty bitch."

She giggled, "Turn around Sue."

I knew immediately what she wanted to do and bent over the loo, my ass facing her mouth.

To this day I wish I could have controlled my orgasm further, but I was too far-gone, and she was partly to blame. As soon as she inserted her tongue into my ass, just like Tom had done last night, her fingers plundered my pussy and encountered my g-spot. She gripped me around the waist as I cried out and shuddered violently while her fingers and tongue worked furiously inside me in unison, and I was overjoyed when she too joined me in orgasm, her other hand had been busy too. I so wished they had been mine, or better still my tongue. 

I turned around and sat up and pulled her towards me, her hairy pussy inches from my face, her labia hidden from view, but she wriggled out of my grasp.

"Please let me lick you," I pleaded, but she shook her head and quickly pulled up her pants. 

When we returned to the bedroom she patted the bed beside her and at last explained why.

"There is nothing I would like more than for you to get me off Sue, but I have a scar down there, and stitches from an operation, and its not very pretty, that's why I let my hair grow. One day when it's healed I will shave and then you can have my pussy. All night long if you like."

"Only one night?"

"As long as you want, I do special deals for newbies!"

"Deal it is then," I replied. Then, as she dressed, I had a thought. "By the way, where is Greg?"

"Still in bed I think, he had a very heavy night last night, and I don't mean drink or fags. He doesn't know yet about me and your boyfriend, but I did tell him that I fancied you, so he will guess where I am."

"Doesn't he mind?" I asked, fascinated at the maturity of this 19-year-old girl.

"Of course not, we do our own thing, we fuck who we want. If you like I'll tell you another secret."

"What?" Surely there could be no more surprises on this island?

"Last night, after you guys had gone to bed, he chatted up that pretty little black waitress, you know the one? With the purple streak?"

I nodded. I had caught Tom leering at her, come to think of it I wouldn't have minded myself! She had flirted outrageously with Tom on a couple of previous nights and he had admitted that if I hadn't been around he was confident he would have pulled her. It would seem that the Aussie guy had beaten him to it!

"He brought her back to our cabin and had sex with her."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 16



Tom and I had reached the end of our holiday. When I arrived at Young Island with my brother we had promised not to have sex with each other again. Instead, upon spotting our new friends and lovers-to-be having sex in the dark in an adjacent hammock, I had broken my vow to Richard and joined in the sexy fun. Soon swapping partners, Tom and I enjoyed days and nights together. We both experienced anal sex for the first time and I had been made love to this very morning by a very strange girl, another first. 

The 'normal' world now awaited me. But little did I realise at the time that this past ten days had totally changed my outlook on life. On the plane home Tom and I discussed what had been, and what lay for us, in the future.

But with this chapter, my story is not quite complete, there is Sophie and Paul, and someone else!

Chapter 16: A plane discussion

It was the day of our departure, Les and Richard were, as earlier agreed, to stay on a further three days.

At lunch we all shared a large buffet and I was feeling sad that within hours I would be returning home. After four rum punches Les finally plucked up enough courage to publicly tell Richard about her previous nocturnal employment, evidently much more to his amusement than shock.

"Les, my naivety and your experience should prove for an interesting time ahead, especially if last night was anything to go by." My eyes widened in mock disbelief. Apparently she had kept him awake all night, this time for a very different reason. 

Les laughed, now relaxed after her confession, and put her arm around her new lover. 

"And for everyone's information, size does matter!"

"Yeah," agreed Richard, "She could hardly walk this morning. Not to boast, of course!"

"Well, I must say I am satisfied with what I found on the beach." I smiled, patting Tom lightly on the groin.

We all laughed, and gently kissed our new partners, much to the amusement of the nearby diners. Over Tom's shoulder I wondered how many of them were swingers, and if they were sat with their true partners.

With that thought I excused myself and went down to the beach to find my school friend Sophie, herself a dedicated swinger. She was lying sunbathing in her favourite place, accompanied by a tall stranger with long black hair tied in a ponytail. She put her finger to her lips as I admired this new addition to her collection. He was lying asleep on his back, his Speedos sporting a very healthy lump and what had obviously attracted Sophie.

I cocked my head to one side, silently mouthing. "Who is this?"

I sat close to her as she whispered, "An Italian couple arrived last night, he's called Milo. Hunky isn't he?" she grinned. 

I took hold of her hand, "God, you don't waste anytime Soph! And where is Paul?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Still in bed with his girlfriend for all I know."

I was beginning to envy my friend's decadent lifestyle, and now really determined to be part of it, but sadly I was out of time, "Just come to say goodbye, Tom and I are leaving shortly."

She stood up and kissed me, and reminded me of our last conversation, "Rain check still on?"

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, rain check it is. I mentioned it to Tom and he's really looking forward to us all getting together."

"Yes, but this is about just you and me first, you did promise."

"I know I did, and I really want that, I know now I really, really want to make love with you."

She looked mysteriously into my eyes, a little humour in her smile, "So what's made you change your mind so suddenly, Sue?"

Still trembling from the recent ministrations of Sooline's tongue, I was reluctant to mention our recent encounter.

"Nothing really Soph, I just know I am ready for you now." 

"Good, call me as soon as you can, we get back on the 14th. I'm really looking forward to… you know… us."

We kissed again, hungrily, and I didn't care who was watching. We both knew at that moment if I hadn't been leaving so soon we would have been on my bed and at each other's pussies in a flash.

I was halfway through the bar when she ran after me, grabbing my arm.

"Sue?" She looked around to make sure no-one was listening. "What did you think of that Belgian girl?"

I shivered, how could she know? "I beg your pardon?"

"I know you went with her."

Oh God, had I ruined things? I had only yesterday promised myself to my best friend. "That was only two hours ago, how the fuck did you know that? She said she would keep it secret."

Sophie laughed. "She did. I came to your chalet to say goodbye, saw what was going on and left you to it. I have to tell you though, I was so tempted to join you both."

We sat down for a moment at the edge of the bar.

"How much did you see?"

"Enough to know I have missed out on a virgin! She was sat on the loo with her head between your legs."

"I'm sorry Soph, she seduced me, just happened to catch me at the right moment. And anyway I didn't do it with her."

"Why ever not, I thought you said you were ready?"

"She wouldn't let me go down on her, she has a scar or something."

Sophie nodded, looking dreamily towards the beach where we could see Soo perched on the edge of a hammock, and with a cunning glance back at me, "She was the same with me."

"Fucking hell Soph, when did you go with her?"

She grinned, "Night before last, she seduced me in the restaurant toilet. You see, you are not the only one."

I laughed at the situation, "Correction, we are not the only ones, she had Tom on the beach before me."

"Shit, how do you feel about that?"

"I am okay with it, now. If I found her hard to resist then I can't blame Tom for fucking her too."

"Does he know that you know?"

"Not yet, and boy have I a surprise for him because he doesn't know about me and her either!"

"Ooh, I would love to be a fly on the wall when you both share!"

Tom appeared with our suitcases, "We have to go Soph." We stood up.

We kissed again passionately, tongues fierce together, her hot bikini clad body pressed to my tank top.

"I want to fuck you both," she whispered in my ear and in response I gripped her ass and pulled her tightly to me. I looked around the bar, no-one seemed to care, this was definitely the place!

"I really want that," I gasped, "And Paul too."

"You shall have him darling" 

Sophie then turned to Tom, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you," and promptly buried her tongue down his throat. As now his hands gripped her ass as she reached between their bodies to squeeze his cock. "I want this fat thing in me soon lover boy, while I watch my husband fuck your new girlfriend and…" as she winked at me, "…it won't be the first time either!" She gave me a huge knowing grin. So she did know about my bathroom sex with her then boyfriend! I remembered breaking the towel rail as he had urgently fucked me up against the wall. 

I laughed while Tom's fingers started to slip under the hem of her bikini briefs and he replied huskily, "You fucking temptress you, it's almost worth missing the flight to do that right now, it seems ages since I fucked someone new."

Liar, I thought, and pulled him out of her clutches, becoming a wee bit little jealous.

As we left the bar Sophie pulled me aside and whispered, "Since you still haven't made proper love to another pussy, will you make mine the first? I want you so much Sue, more than any woman I have ever met."

I hugged her again, "Of course I will." I wasn't to know at the time that I would break that promise and she would actually become my second complete lover, thanks to some devious manoeuvering by Tom.

Serious for a moment, she continued, "One other thing. Can you work on this bi thing with Tom? You hinted he might be up for it, and it's been ages since I saw Paul suck on another cock. I so want to see that again, and Tom's feels so lovely and thick."

"It is I assure you! And don't worry about Tom, we have an agreement."

She raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be? Obviously something sexual."

"Of course. Quite simple really, he doesn't get to watch you and me together unless I can watch him go down on Paul. And he told me he did play with another cock when he was younger, so half the job is done!""

She laughed, "That's really, really cool Sue. Lets go for that, a real bi foursome, I can't wait! But you and me first, okay?"

I nodded.

Tom was calling, it was time to go. Sophie looked deliberately at him, slipped her hand between her legs and spread a wet finger across both our lips. 

"Something for you guys to remember me by."

The pungent taste of a second pussy in such a short period of time had my mind reeling. If only this holiday had been a day longer.

I collected my case from the porter.

"Kiss me Tom."

Before our lips engaged he sniffed my mouth, inhaling the scent of my friend's pussy.

He then licked my lips, "Her pussy tastes good Sue, just like yours."

"Play your cards right Tom and you will soon get it first hand."

"Mmm the sooner the better, any friends of yours are friends of mine." It wasn't quite the moment to remind him that some bisexual cock-sucking would comprise part of the fun.

Richard and Les had come to see us off and as we waited for our taxi I overheard her asking Tom about the scream she and the whole island must have heard in the night. "Was that someone being murdered or did you hit the spot?"

"Actually, we had anal sex, our very first."

"First time Tom? And how old are you, 28? Where have you been all these years?"

"Okay miss pro, we don't all have your experience," he taunted.

She glared at him. "Don't you bloody go telling everyone. I don't mind you guys, but no one else, okay?"

Tom held her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "I promise. And anyway, if it hadn't been for you in that library I wouldn't have met Sue and… ah, here's the taxi."

They both came with us to the airport where we all had a snack together, and they waved us goodbye. 

"Have a safe trip you two," stuttered a tearful Les, kissing us both, "And no mile-high stuff either!" 

"And don't you go screwing any strangers on the beach!" Tom retorted.

Before we parted I whispered in her ear, "If you guys should hitch up with a tiny gothic girl in a black bikini, you might have a little fun, if you know what I mean."

She laughed, "I know, I saw you leave the beach with her, she's called Soo isn't she? She came on to us not more than twenty minutes ago, but as you would guess, Richard wasn't interested."

Wow, my first female lover was one insatiable bitch. I wondered whose pussy she would be eating tonight?

In the little airport lounge, while we waited for our flight, I turned to face my new travel companion, taking his hand in mine.

"Tom, when I said yesterday I am not ready for commitment, I don't want you to think that this was just another of those holiday romances which ends as soon as we leave."

"It never crossed my mind Sue, we can always shag on the plane!"

I punched his side. "Be serious for a mo. Something serious happened this morning over on that little island which confirms what I said yesterday about us not committing, not just yet anyway."

His eyes flickered for a moment, he was clearly thinking that I had found out about his little beach adventure this morning. I saw a flash of guilt in his eyes and decided to tease him a little.

"This has to do with sex, Tom. One-off sex outside a relationship."

"Sue, I…"

I grabbed his arm, "Let me finish please. Cheating on your partner, even if the relationship hasn't truly formed, can be very damaging…"

"Sue, please…" He was looking very worried now, I was enjoying this immensely. It's good to make our partners grovel occasionally!

"I said let me finish. Cheating can be very damaging unless the two people have promised to be open with each other, do you agree?"

"Yes, but…" I held up my hand.

"It's all about sharing with your partner, okay?"

He nodded slowly, his downcast face a picture!

"And this is about fucking Sooline, yes?"

He was looking more and more guilty, and nodded again. It was nearly time to put him out of his misery.

"You obviously remember her from last night?" How could he possibly forget after what he did with her this morning!

"Of course."

"Well, when you and Rich went off to sort the tickets…" I paused for effect, "… she came to my cabin and fucked me."

He uttered a genuine gasp, and instantly looked relieved, his face instantly transforming into a wide grin.

"How on earth did that come about?"

"Quite out of the blue. She came up to me on the beach and sat down with two bottles of beer. I said hello, but she just looked at me with that pan expression of hers and started to stroke my foot."

"Interesting. Foot fetish?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Nothing was said, but there was this instant spark. We both knew immediately that we wanted each other, just like you and me the other night at the disco."

My hand was on his thigh and I felt his jeans move slightly under the pressure of a growing cock. He obviously thought his own little secret was safe.

"What did you do?" 

"She looked me in the eyes and raised her own in question. I just nodded and she took my hand and led me to my cabin. I couldn't resist her Tom. We had sex in almost total silence."

"Bloody hell!"

"Well, more she had sex with me, she just took over, it was amazing. Funny thing Les saw us leave the beach together. I hope she doesn't tell Richard."

"Don't worry, I know she has been with other women herself, she'll keep mum."

I looked at him sheepishly. "I guess that makes sense of what we discussed last night, about any serious relationship."

At last, as I had hoped, he decided off his own back to come clean. "I suppose I have to agree, because she fucked me too."

For a moment I just stared at him, knowing he expected an outburst, but instead I grinned and burst out laughing.

"We are a pair aren't we!"

Relaxed with my response he continued his confession, "While you were still asleep this morning I went for a swim."

"I know, she told me."

"You said she never spoke to you."

"She didn't until then. There was really nothing to say. We both wanted the same thing, and instinct took over. Afterwards she did open up a little."

"Why aren't you angry Sue?"

I took my hand and stared deep into his eyes. 

"Why should I be? We have agreed to take this thing slowly and enjoy ourselves, just like we both did this morning. And then when we are ready, if we are ready, we can commit. Okay?" I kissed him lightly on the nose. "I love you Tom, but not enough to commit myself to one man, not yet anyway."

"I accept that. Soo was sheer lust, on any other day I would pass her on the street and not bat an eyelid."

"Same here. And it's not your eyelid I'm worried about," I laughed, indicating his groin, "It's that thing in there. Holiday time Tom, we let our hair down when we're away from home. It's the freedom from the responsibility of normal life that makes us adventurous. I love that feeling, that's why I came out here with Rich, and you brought Les, all of us hoping for some sex."

He looked at me curiously, "She was your first time wasn't she? Did you enjoy it?"

"Not as much as I think I could have done. I knew I was going to go with a girl one day, the opportunities kept falling into my lap after losing Jim, so I thought it was about time I grabbed this one. But I am sure I could have done better. I will be more selective next time. It's something I needed to get out of my system, Tom, but she wasn't quite the right person. I don't want wham-bam when I do it for real. I want something more loving. But it doesn't mean I don't want to see her again."

"Hmm, from what I've seen I think Sophie will be just right for you." And Paul just right for you I thought. Visions of Tom's mouth full of cock made me smile to myself!

A few months later I did have that loving pussy sex, not with Sophie nor Sooline (I did eventually meet up with her again, much later on, and her pussy had healed beautifully!) but with another girl, and Tom in his eager way helped to organize it, but that comes toward the end of my story.

Our flight was called and when we were buckled into our seats Tom continued the conversation.

"Sue, why do you think that girl came on to us like that? I don't know if it was the same with you, but she didn't seem to be exactly ecstatic while I was fucking her."

"I asked her. She told me she doesn't have sex with Greg, they just enjoy change by meeting other people for sex, but she has yet to meet someone who totally satisfies her." I had promised her that I would not disclose that Greg was her brother.

Tom laughed. "She certainly got change this morning! Twice!"

"They have an open relationship, and that works for them."

"Sort of like what we are talking about? Though I don't think I could ever get bored with you!"

"Yes, that's exactly it. We can be like them, both have lots of fun and still be there for each other."

I gave his cock a surreptitious squeeze, and continued, "I must admit that although she is no raving beauty, deep down she is incredibly sexy. I don't blame you in the slightest for not fending her off. I certainly couldn't. So tell me, where did you actually fuck her? In one of the hammocks?"

"Didn't she tell you?"

"Nope, she just apologised for seducing you, and that left her horny for me. She did say you didn't make her cum though." I giggled softly, "But then neither did I, she wouldn't let me go down on her!"

"It would have been difficult, I didn't have my snorkel with me!"

"You did it in the water?"

"There were too many people on the beach." That explained the stand-up sex.

"I've never tried it in the sea, I did it in the bath once with a boyfriend. My mum was really pissed off, there was more water on the floor than in the bath!"

"I'm not surprised, I got a frown if I so much as brought a girl home."

"Oh, it wasn't the fucking, my Mum was a real brick about that, she knew I played safe, it was the water coming through the kitchen ceiling on to her Paella on the stove!"

Tom took my arm, "So tell me about you and Soo, what did she do?"

"No Tom, you finish first."

He laughed, "Never heard a girl suggest that before!"

I smiled at his lovely humour, "Come on, I want to know what drove you to have sex with this girl."

Just at that moment the pilot announced we were about to descend into Barbados.

"Tell you what Tom, let's save it until we are on the Jumbo, then I want to hear every detail. Hearing about sex always gets me horny, even if it is about my boyfriend fucking someone else!"

"You sure?"

"Yes Tom, every dirty fucking detail."

As we had done ten days ago, we were guided to the transit lounge and watched a group boarding the earlier BA flight to London, praying our luggage would find the right plane. In no time at all, in a quiet corner, I fell asleep on Tom's shoulder, exhausted from the morning's events.

One hour later our own flight was called and once we were settled in our seats, airborne and the engines noisy enough to cover our conversation, I asked Tom to continue.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"From the moment you woke up this morning, Tom, I want to know what was in your mind."

"Well, I think my mind was a blank. I remembered looking at the clock, it was gone 5.30. It was just getting light, and you were still well out of it. My head was banging I knew that a dip in the sea would be the solution to my hangover, but I was easily tempted to go take a quick pee and crash back into bed with you."

"So why didn't you then?"

"While I was peeing I had the word 'swim' buzzing around in my mind, and it was more than just the thought of getting into the sea early like I often do."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 17



Our holiday over, Tom and I are back at home, returned to the humdrum of our normal lives.

Well, almost! This last chapte- but-one of my story is a little longer than usual, I think you readers would crucify me if I split this one up. It was to be a very special day for me. I hope you enjoy reading about it.

Chapter 17: Karen

One evening, not very long after our holiday on Young Island, we had just returned to Tom's apartment following a visit with Richard and Lesilia to celebrate their engagement. Yes, they had really got it bad, and apparently it had nothing to do with the fact that she was pregnant! 

I was preparing a late dinner when the doorbell rang, and Tom went down to answer. Listening for a murmur of voices, I could hear none and, being curious as ever, crept down the stairs to investigate. To my shock he was in a heavy snog in the dark with some young girl. Or, to be more accurate, she was all over him! Tom was pressed up against the open front door and, with credit to him, he only had one hand around her body, and well above her ass. With the other, I tried to convince myself, he was trying to fend her off, but with little success. She leapt back when she saw me.

"Who is this?"

A very flustered Tom wiped away the violet lipstick, "Sue, this is Karen, my ex-girlfriend's sister. You remember, the one I told you about? Karen, meet my girlfriend Sue. We met recently in the Caribbean and are now best friends," he added, clearly more for my benefit than hers.

Rather formally she shook my hand. "Sorry about that Sue, it's not what you think." Where had I heard that one before? "It's been ages since I saw Tom, I just called round to pick up a couple of books that Lisa left behind. I tried before, but you were away."

And pick up whatever else she could find, I thought. Lisa was the Virgin Atlantic stewardess that Tom had met in Paris a couple of years ago and they had recently split up for geographical reasons. She had been due to accompany Tom on this recent holiday, and I often wondered what would have happened if she had? Probably no hammocks and no Tom, and definitely not this story!

Being my usual charitable self I invited her in and brewed some coffee while Tom, with the rather eager assistance of Karen, searched the shelves for the errant volumes. As I checked on the dinner I secretly studied her and had to admit to myself that she was gorgeous, everything about her suggested she could be a model, apart from her height, which was very similar to mine. And she literally oozed sex, just the way I was told I did at her age. I couldn't blame Tom for allowing her to kiss him, I was only surprised he hadn't fucked her already. Or had he?

As she took her coffee from me, there was a brief contact of fingers and I felt that familiar tingle down below, the one that started in the beach bar with my friend Sophie and then went into action with that gothic girl on that last morning on Young Island. Stop it, I told myself, she's only 20! But then Soo had been even younger.

Despite all my concerns, and a natural touch of jealousy, and it was well past midnight when she skipped back down the stairs after a mwah to both our cheeks, I was sorry to see her leave. Later in bed, Tom and I both admitted that we had the hots for her but I was glad I had restrained him from offering her a lift home! I knew I wouldn't have seen him until breakfast!

As soon as the door had closed behind her, I dragged Tom and his inevitable erection to the bedroom and virtually raped him. The supper went in the bin. It was clear he had been horny all evening. And me? That girl had aroused a part of my sexuality that had started with the Belgian girl on holiday, but not completed to my satisfaction. As we made love with that same urgency as our very first night together, Tom declared that he was convinced Karen was bisexual. 

"You think? Tom, her eyes were undressing me the same way that men do. I wasn't sure who she fancied the most, you or me!"

Our own erotic thoughts spinning in our heads, I attacked my clitty as Tom shuddered to a climax deep inside me. Deep down I knew that if I lowered my guard it wouldn't be that long before Karen's pussy replaced mine, so next day I made a momentous decision, totally against my principles and everything we had agreed upon that sunny afternoon in a pretty cove on St Vincent. Tom had been pestering me to move in with him, and after last night I agreed that perhaps now was the right time. Was it the sex, which was getting better and better? Or was it that I wanted to protect him from Karen, and any other female predators he hadn't told me about? We had originally agreed that we were both free to screw around a little, but suddenly I wanted that lovely cock for myself. I felt a little vulnerable with the knowledge that a sexy young woman like her fancied my boyfriend, a good eight years older.

Two weeks later I was firmly ensconced in his apartment and no more mention was made of Karen. Not for a while anyway. We were busy making plans to take up that rain-check with my college friends Sophie and Paul, hoping it would turn out to be a very interesting evening all together, and after that hammock incident I couldn't wait. Sharing sex with others is a big thing for me, but I had first promised myself to Sophie alone who, previously unbeknown to me, had been bisexual since her early teens. I wanted her to be my first true female lover, whereas the dark Sooline had taken me to bed for her own satisfaction. If it is possible for wham-bam between two females, then that had been it. I wanted more than that. 

However, the best laid plans and all that shit?

It was early on a Saturday afternoon, the first after I had moved in, and I was fresh out of bed and slumming it in tracky bottoms and a sleeveless top, no underwear. My hair needed washing and was tied back with a rubber band. I looked a total scruff-bag.

"Aren't you showering, Sue?" asked Tom as he came out of the bathroom, all sprightly and clean.

He was off to meet with some friends at West Ham, the football team he had supported since a kid.

"Maybe later darling, I just feel like being a slob today."

"Suit yourself, I hope the vicar doesn't call." 

His unusual response puzzled me, he always told me he fancied me no matter how I look. And for some reason he kissed me more passionately than usual for the time of day. At the bottom of the stairs he looked up as if about to say something, but instead blew me another kiss, and left.

Half an hour later I was catching up with work on my computer when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck," I muttered. If there is one time I enjoy to myself, it's a Saturday afternoon. I decided to ignore it, I wasn't expecting anyone. It rang again, this time with persistence, almost as though the person knew someone was at home. I sighed, closed the laptop and went down the stairs, the outline of a small figure was silhouetted through the glass.

It was Karen. Devastatingly sexy. The sun highlighting her blonde streaks.

"Tom's not here," was the first thing I could think of.

"I know, it's you I wanted to see, Susan. Can I come in?" She was already halfway through the door.

The fact that she knew Tom was out curiously didn't bother me, but what did was the knowledge that she had come all the way across town to see me!

I followed her up the stairs as she threw off her coat and for the first time I studied her ass. It was gorge, perfectly round and tightly encased in a vivid yellow miniskirt, with a flash of matching thong, and she wore a flimsy black strappy top. The way she wiggled her bum, she knew I was appraising her! Just like the L'Oreal ad, her long streaked auburn hair waved from side to side across her shoulders. I felt very vulnerable in the company of this incredible sexy girl. My hormones had started their dance once again.

We gravitated to the kitchen. "I just opened some wine, fancy a glass?"

"Yes please, love some."

Nervously, I smoothed down my top, "I'm sorry, I must look a wreck, not long been up, having a lazy day."

"Don't be silly, you look lovely, Susan. If I look like you on a Saturday when I'm what, 28...29? I'll be really chuffed."

I grinned at her, wishing I was twenty again, and all the memories of what went with that age.

"Thank you, you just made my day, it takes a woman to say that, men just don't seem to notice, especially after the first date! Its Sue by the way to all my friends."

"In which case Sue, please be my friend too and call me Karry."

I took a quick sip of wine, "Karry, help yourself to some nibbles, there's all sorts in that end cupboard, I just need to go to the loo," and with that I darted off to the bathroom.

Hastily I cleaned my teeth, added a smear of lipstick and ran a brush through my hair, fortunately it can go a couple of days without washing. Almost subconsciously I ran a wet flannel over my pussy and donned a bra and clean pair of panties, and wondered if this visit had anything to do with Tom? Had he been with her I wondered? When I returned to the kitchen feeling a little more human, she was reading a Cosmo I had left on the top of the fridge.

"That's better," I sighed, "You really should have phoned, I hate looking a mess."

She put down the mag, it was open rather pointedly at an article about lesbianism. "If I had you might not have let me in!"

I looked at her curiously as we leaned against the worktops facing each other, sipping from our glasses.

"So, what did you want to see me about Karen, sorry, Karry?"

She sighed deeply as if looking for the right words, "Can I be frank?"

I shivered slightly, fearing the worst. Before I moved in, Tom and I had agreed to sharing an open relationship and I knew he had had a couple of serious dates since then, but I had none as yet, and was beginning to feel a little insecure, frustrated and distinctly clingy.

"Of course." I steeled myself for the worst, " Does this have something to do with Tom?"

"No Sue, not at all. And I haven't had sex with him, if that's what you're thinking. Well, not properly." Her cheeks coloured up, her eyes averting my hard stare.

Looking at her lithe body I couldn't blame him if he wanted to fuck her, as long as it didn't happen behind my back, and at the very least not without me being there. The thought of three-way sex with this delightful creature suddenly flashed before my eyes, and instantly I knew it was something I wanted to happen. It wouldn't surprise me if she admitted she had already been there, done that. Then I wondered what her words 'not properly' implied.

"I believe you," I replied without conviction, "What then?"

"Alright, I'll cut to the chase." For the first time she too appeared to be nervous. "Yes of course I fancy Tom, have done for ages, ever since my sister brought him home. What sensible girl wouldn't? He's real cool."

Despite Tom's earlier hints about this girl's questionable sexuality, she still caught me off guard with her next words.

"But it's you I really fancy Sue."

I remained silent, feigning surprise, and very scared I would say the wrong thing.

"Sorry to be so forward, but I did pick something up from you last time I was here."

I started to shake, had I made it that obvious? I gulped another mouthful of wine, wishing it was something stronger.

"What makes you think that I might be that way, and if I was, that I would fancy you?"

She ignored my cruel reply and smiled weakly, "I just had a feeling that you might be interested, the way you looked at me last time. I saw you in the mirror, I'm not blind Sue."

To say I wasn't interested would be an overstatement. I knew I was up for this, but it was all so sudden, I needed to play this game out a little. Inadvertently, she spilled some wine on her chin and automatically I reached out with a teacloth. Our first intimate touch! I knew now there were going to be more, but for some obscure reason I wanted to know my boyfriend's involvement.

"Tom said something didn't he? He set this up."

"No Sue, I just know, that's all. The same way you know when a guy fancies you."

"That's bollocks! He must have said something. He told you what happened on holiday didn't he?"

Her eyes lowered. "Alright, he did tell me about that, about the hammocks and the other couple and things about you too. We met the other day for coffee."

I attempted a glare, but her innocent smile weakened my resolve. She raised her hands in the air.

"It was nothing, it was just coffee, nothing happened, I swear. We didn't even kiss, not properly anyway."

I stared at her indignantly, "I see, so what do you call proper kiss then?"

She grinned, "Tongue down throat darling, and we didn't do that. But I bet he's good at it!"

I had to smile at this girl's adult attitude. "As a matter of fact he is, plus all the rest. But go on, you were saying?"

"We'd bumped into each other on the Tube, and he wanted to know how Lisa was getting on with her change of job and her new man, that's all. So we had coffee."

Tom had told me that his ex had switched to British Airways and was now based back in the UK. Until he informed me she had a new boyfriend I had been worried that would bring them back into contact again. 

"And you talked about me?" I held up another bottle and she nodded.

"No I didn't. Tom talked about you, and all about your holiday. Bloody hell Sue, you had more sex in a week than I've had in what, three years? Only joking of course, I've already lost count!"

I forced a smile, fondly remembering those irresponsible carefree days when sex was all that mattered. I poured us some more wine and suggested we take our glasses to the lounge. I was getting intrigued with this girl, and that tickly feeling was growing fast.

Turning towards her on the sofa, I asked what else Tom had said about me. For some reason I hoped he hadn't told her about Sooline, the girl that had seduced me on the beach and took my bisexual virginity.

"Well, he did say that you are the sexiest lover he has ever had, and he once told me that my sister took some beating. I must say I admire his choice, but then of course he hasn't been with me."

We both laughed at that.

She looked earnestly at me. "Why are you grinning?"

"Nothing really. It's just nice to hear it from someone else."

She took my hand and an electric shock flowed through me. "I like to be straight with people Sue, some of my friends call me a slut, but at least I'm honest."

I let her hand remain on mine, enjoying the limited intimacy. "So what else did he say about me?"

"He told me about your foursome on the beach. That's cool, I haven't done that."

I smiled at the memory, "It wasn't really a foursome. We were just two couples who happened to spot each other making love."

"I bet it was fucking horny all the same."

"It was a bit of a turn-on," I admitted modestly.

"God, seeing something like that would really do it for me, I've only ever seen it in porn."

She tucked her legs up beneath her on the cushions, revealing a quick flash of yellow thong. I looked at her curiously, "Have you never seen it for real, two people making love?"

"No I haven't, but I wouldn't mind seeing you and Tom do it, if that's not being too forward?"

I laughed, little did she know how close that idea was to my heart, and Tom's for that matter, but I said nothing. I was still hesitant to encourage any meeting between the two of them, but the wine was definitely warming me to the idea.

She continued, "My mum and dad were very much into that sort of thing."

"What, watching people make love?"

"More than that, they used to go with other people's partners, you know, wife swapping and all that."

"That's sort of what we did on our holiday, with Tom and Les."

She laughed, "Yes, but you guys didn't swap back again! Anyway, when Dad started to do it in secret Mum got fed up and left him."

"I guess that's what can happen, especially if jealousy creeps in."

"Exactly. Now he lives out somewhere near where you went, bought a share in a sugar plantation, then married some Russian girl half his age, dirty bugger."

I froze. Surely not another coincidence. "Don't suppose your dad's called Norman?"

"Fuck! How do you know that? Did you meet him?"

"Yes! He's..." I had to stop and think to work it out. "...he's my step-brother's father's brother. I think. Richard might be related to you then."

"Shit! It was that Richard you were with? Bloody hell Sue, you shagged my cousin!"

For a moment I was horrified at the connection. "Karry, he was only my step brother!"

"You still fucked him though!"

I grinned sheepishly, "Only twice." 

Little did she know what else went on before that in our teen days. I had a suspicion that this new revelation would mark the end of a budding friendship. I was as ever totally wrong.

"Don't worry, I am not criticising you. In fact I'm bloody jealous, I spent ages trying to get into his pants myself, and I guess you know why!"

"His dick you mean?"

"Exactly! Tell me, what did it feel like?"

I giggled, now relaxed again, "Very filling darling!"

"Lucky you. How did that come about?"

I told her how he turned up on my doorstep all forlorn after being jilted, and then the impromptu sex in the hammocks.

"I'm surprised we two never met," she looked at me thoughtfully, "Although I did meet his fiancée Clare just once, she was a right cow that one. Good job he dumped her."

I laughed, "Actually she dumped him, she was screwing her previous lover all the time she and Rich were engaged."

"What a nasty bitch! And he took you on his honeymoon instead?"

"Yep," I replied with a satisfied grin, "And now he's marrying the girl that was in the other hammock, Tom's original partner."

"Yeah, I heard about that, and she's pregnant too. Fancy you with Richard though! I can't get over that, it's so deliciously wicked! Did you do anything else with him or was it just a spontaneous thing?"

For a moment I hesitated telling all, but she seemed so cool for her age and knew most of it anyway. "Promise not to tell anyone? Only Tom knows."

"Oooh I love secrets! I promise, cross my heart."

"Okay. Before Richard went into the Navy we used to masturbate together, watching his dad's porn."

She froze and I feared I had disclosed too much about her cousin. I needn't have worried.

"That's so fucking cool Sue, you lucky bitch. I would love to have seen that! I would have joined in!"

I smiled and took her hand in mine, "That would have been difficult, you would have only been about eleven at the time."

She stroked my fingers, "So?"

My eyes widened in surprise, "You were masturbating then?"

She nodded, "Too right, I saw my mum doing it and that got me interested. So how did it start with you and Rich?"

"I came home horny from college one day and caught him playing in front of the telly. It seemed natural for me to join in too."

"Yeah, I would have done the same! Tell me, did you ever suck him off?" Her eyes were partially dilated, no doubt she was imagining that monster cock filling her own mouth.

"Only once Karry, but that got us dangerously close to having sex so we stopped after that, I was still in my teens remember."

"God, and I thought I had done some rude things!"

Now it was my turn to be interested, I poured us both some more wine, "Like what?"

She scratched her head, "Umm, would shagging two lads together count?"

I laughed, "I would think so, what happened?"

"Two boys from school last year, that was really cool. It was in a friend's swimming pool, lucky I didn't get pregnant, I was shit-scared for weeks afterwards."

I laughed, "I once tried that too, but I was stoned and didn't remember much about it, and the boys were arguing about something. I felt guilty afterwards for cheating on my boyfriend."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 17



"Bet you never slept with your boss and his wife though?"

So she had been in a girly threesome too! I shivered, picturing the situation, the last person I fancied on earth was my employer, or his wife for that matter.

"It was weird though, she didn't take part, she was quite content to get off watching her man shag me."

"She masturbated then?" 

"Bloody right, screamed the place down. I only did it because he promised me a better job at work, and I had fancied him for ages anyway. Right slag aren't I!" 

I shook my head, "I don't think so, especially if you enjoyed it and weren't hurting anybody."

"I suppose you're right. Anyway, it wasn't a real threesome."

"That I definitely haven't done, so I guess we are quits."

"Not really Sue," she grinned, "I haven't had it up the bum like you have."

"Fuck! He told you about that too?"

"Yep. Tom must be good."

Suddenly I realised I was gripping her hand tightly, and felt the need to share. "It was rather strange, it was a first for both of us."

Her eyes widened, "How the hell did you manage it Sue? Lisa told me he has such a thick cock." She wriggled on the sofa as if imagining it up her own ass.

I was amazed that within less than half an hour I was discussing my sex life with a near total stranger, the wine was obviously loosening my tongue. I recalled that night of pleasure and pain.

"The mood has to be right. For both of you. And plenty of Vaseline," I added.

"You know that it could have been me on that holiday?"

I looked at her curiously. "Why?"

"When Tom broke up with Lisa, I made it quite clear that I was willing to keep her side of the bed warm for him. She knew I had the hots for him. 

"So why do you think he didn't take you up on that?"

"He did, but he picked up that library woman instead."

"That was Les."

"Yeah, I realise that now."

The bottle was empty and she grinned knowingly when I suggested we switch to water, I wanted to be awake for anything that was about to happen between us, if of course something did happen and she wasn't prick teasing with me. Is there such a thing as pussy teasing?

I returned from the kitchen clutching a bottle of Evian, Karen was curled up invitingly on the sofa, the perfect picture of seduction. I knew at that moment that more than anything else in the world I wanted to make love with her, and she could see it in my eyes.

"So does Tom know you are here?"

She cast her eyes down guiltily, "Umm, maybe."

"So he did set this up then, whatever this is?" I looked at her with mock curiosity.

She grinned back at me with an equally mock shyness, "Not really. We were talking about Lisa and how Tom had introduced her to his old school friend Rachel and they all had sex together."

"I know, he told me about that. It was shortly before they broke up."

"Yeah, but what he didn't know was that I was bi long before she was, back to school days actually. That's when he told me you might be into it, but then I think I already knew." She smiled, fluttering her eyelashes at me in obvious invitation.

"It was a spur of the moment thing," I blurted out rather unconvincingly. "We were having sex and happened to be talking about a lesbian friend of mine back at college, and it got us both a little excited at the vision of her with another girl, that's all. There was no implication."

She took my hand again and gripped it fiercely. "Sue, someone once said that we reveal our deepest feelings when we are having sex, and anyway that's not what he said happened on your holiday."

So he did tell her about Sooline! Fuck!

I was feeling bewildered and my hormones were running wild. I was beginning to realise I had strong feelings for this girl, and they were now well beyond the pure friendship level. Nervous as hell, I tried to hedge off the subject.

"Karen, are you sure Tom didn't set this up?"

"Well, not really, I told him I thought you were very sexy and that I could quite easily go to bed with you." 

I shivered and re-crossed my legs, noticing for the first time how wet I was becoming. Karen's slim thighs were apart, her little skirt high on her thighs, and when I reached for my drink I could easily see her yellow thong barely concealing her secret. Without making it too obvious I tried to see if she had a damp patch too! I was truly becoming very excited, but nervous with it. Was this to be the next step on my voyage into bisexuality? Part of me wished Tom was here to help break the tension.

"So he offered to set it up then?"

"Yes," she admitted, "He did. But I said I would rather do it alone, I just wanted him to let me know when he would be away for a few hours. And here I am. All yours darling, if you want me that is."

For a minute neither of us spoke, but her hand had left mine and was now resting on the thigh of my pants. I could feel the warmth of it through the soft material. I was first to break the silence. 

"God, I don't know Karen. I don't deny you are very sexy and I could have feelings for you, but you are only twenty and... I'm just not sure, do you understand?"

She squeezed my thigh and looked at me with maturity far beyond her years. "Of course I do. I guess this must have come as a surprise to you, perhaps I wasn't subtle enough." She passed me her glass and started to rise, her hand inadvertently slipping higher on my thigh, inches from my itching pussy. "Maybe I better go, give you some time."

During my short adult life I had, due to hesitancy, missed many opportunities, and I suddenly realised I was about to miss out on another. Here was one of the sexiest girls I had ever met offering me her body, and I was about to let her escape. How Tom had resisted her was a total mystery. My mind resolved, I pushed her back down onto the sofa, placing my hand over hers, which was still clinging on to my thigh.

"Before you go Karry, I have my answer for you."

"Go on." Her face lit up, she could hardly miss the desire in my eyes. 

"This." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, my hand forcing hers into the heat of my groin.

Momentarily she tensed, caught off guard, then relaxed back into the cushions, melting into my kiss. For many long minutes we kissed softly, our tongues only touching tip to tip, one of her hands searching for the furnace that was my pussy, the other in my hair, pulling my face to hers.

Wanting to reach for her breast I realised I was still clutching the two glasses and moved apart to put them down. We were both breathing heavily, eager for more.

Nervously I asked if she wanted any more to drink.

"No thank you, more of you would be much nicer."

I grinned and, taking her proffered hand, I pulled her up from the sofa.

We hugged and kissed with increasing passion, running our hands greedily over each other's body, hers in my crotch, mine trying to lift her breasts out of her top, both of us aware of the other's heat and desire. I recalled the night that I first took Tom to my bed and now repeated that same request to Karen. "I want to fuck," I whispered into her ear.

I felt her shiver as she replied exactly as he had done. "I want to fuck you too."

I pushed us apart and, gazing into her dark eyes, took her hand, "If we are going to do this, let's do it properly," and, with a newly discovered confidence, led her into Tom's bedroom.

We sat on the edge of the small bed (to my annoyance Tom still hadn't invested in something larger), and both of us a little nervous. Karen took both my hands and stared deeply into my eyes.

"Sue, I want this to be special for you, I want it to be like the first time I did it properly. I fumbled and messed around for a while, just like you did with that Belgian girl, but when I made love with my girl friend properly it was absolutely stunning. I want you to have that."

I smiled apprehensively, but now with a longing to feel her naked body pressed against mine.

Sensing my nervousness she leaned forward, "Let's just hold hands and kiss and see what happens, shall we?"

I nodded, and our lips met in the sweetest of kisses. Gradually, as our lips moistened they opened to allow our tongues to tease each other. I giggled when she squeezed mine gently between her teeth, oddly enough something I enjoy Tom doing. "Think of this as your second clitty Sue, let me play with it like your lower one." And she did just that. She took my tongue into her mouth, and sucked on it, teasing it with the tip of her own. I was longing for the moment she would play with the real one.

Gradually our kiss developed into an almighty snog, we had let go of hands, hers had found their way under my top and I shivered when they reached my breasts. Almost without realising it my own hand was already under her skirt, stroking the inside of an excitingly naked thigh.

Suddenly she pulled back, observing that neither of us had removed any clothing. Normally at this stage if I was with a man I would be naked and fucking by now!

"Let's get undressed Sue, I want to see your body." 

Kissing me softly Karen lifted my top, lowering her lips to each newly exposed part of my flesh. I allowed her to take control as she slid the garment over my head and very gently pressed her lips to the upper swelling of my breasts. She moved away slightly and dropped her straps over her shoulders. Her breasts were gorge, not as tanned as mine but so much fuller. As if it were the most natural thing in the world I lowered my face to her chest and slipped my tongue into her fragrant cleavage. Her bra was underwired and lifted her tits to rounded perfection, there was no doubt she was dressed to kill. And I was ready to die!

We both paused and giggled nervously, me because this was all still so new, and she was probably unsure of my reaction. Then we kissed again, this time with hunger, and of the same mind we reached around each other to unclip our bras, exposing four excited nipples. With lust in our eyes we studiously pressed them to each other, creating something close to an electric shock. I was aware of her hand slipping between my legs and, when I didn't resist, she cupped my crotch with her palm. I wondered if my moisture had crept through to my leggings, I know my panties were soaking wet inside them.

Without waiting for my response she sank down on to her knees and, hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly lowered my leggings to my ankles and whispered, "I want you Sue, I've fancied you since that first day."

I smiled down at her and nodded, now totally confident, "I want you too, let's do it!"

Needing no further encouragement she pressed her face into my soaking panties. I could smell my desire and, a little worried that she might find it offensive, gently pushed her head away.

"What's wrong Sue, am I being too fast for you?"

"Not at all Karen, I love it, but I think I should wash first, I haven't showered today, and Tom and I had sex last night."

"Bollocks! Your smell is sexy, it tells me that your pussy wants me and I am going to oblige. And if it gets me a little piece of Tom too, all the better!"

With that she ripped down my panties, making some remark about their colour, and planted her mouth firmly on to my soaking lips, full on. Together we gasped.

"God, you taste lovely Sue."

"You sure? I am very wet."

"Uh huh," she muttered as her tongue explored inside my lips, "You taste just like me, nice and sweet."

I placed my hands behind her head, suddenly I was back on Young Island with Sooline, making the very same request, "Go on then, make me cum."

"Oh, I intend to darling, now lay back and enjoy."

I fell naturally on to my back as Karen knelt on the floor and parted my legs, lifting them over her shoulders and then, so like a man, but at the same time so unlike a man, she went to work on my pussy. Whereas a guy, most recently Tom and even Sooline back on that island, will go hell-for-leather using everything in their power to get me to climax, the sooner-I-make-you-cum-the-sooner-I-can-fuck-you syndrome, Karen made slow delicious love to my pussy. One woman, one finger, one tongue.

I can hardly explain the amazing feelings I was experiencing. Despite the recent attention of Soo, this was so totally new, I was at last really being made love to by a girl, and again barely out of her teens! Why oh why had I put this off for so long? As Karen licked and caressed my most intimate parts my thoughts went out to my former school friend Sophie, to whom I had promised myself next. I smiled inwardly thinking that I would be more experienced for her when our time came to be together. As I approached what I knew was going to be a staggering climax I reached down to caress Karen's breasts and she moaned into my pussy. 

All the time her tongue worked at me and teased my clit I knew she was eventually going to want the same treatment and I surprised myself that I realised I was looking forward to that lovely moment. In fact I was mentally urging her to speed up the arrival of my climax so that I could explore her all the sooner, praying that my inexperience would not inhibit her pleasure. I needn't have worried, I wasn't to know she would turn out to be so horny that she would cum with the first touch of my tongue, long before I could even get near to her clitty!

If I thought that my anally induced climax with Tom was the best ever, then what Karen achieved with her finger and tongue left him standing. It was stratospheric, out of this world! I swear for a few seconds I passed clean out. If Tom had set this up, I owed him a big thank you, probably with my pussy and no doubt with Karen's too.

Unlike the videos I used to watch with my brother Richard, Karen had the decency not to rip off her pants and blatantly expose herself like a piece of meat ready for my attention. She simply laid back on the bed gently fingering herself inside her panties and beckoned me to kiss her crotch, just as she had done with me.

Knowing this was the moment I had waited so long for, I breathed in her heady scent and lowered her thong, not before kissing the clear damp strip down the centre. It suddenly hit me that I didn't know where to start, there was no cock to grab and suck! Sooline on that island had done everything, I had just laid back and taken it all. As you will know from our writings, I like to take, if not a dominant, then an equal role in sex but I acknowledged that this was one moment I was totally apprehensive.

More out of fear than anything else I unthinkingly blurted out. "I wish Tom was here."

Karen lifted her head off the pillow, "No you don't Sue, this is about us, you and me, here on this bed. Tom can join us another time, if that's what you want."

"It's just that I haven't done this before."

She sat up and ran her fingers through my hair, "You do want to do this don't you Sue?"

I nodded, my nose millimetres from her fragrant lips, "Of course I do, I just don't want to spoil it for you that's all."

"You won't darling, just do whatever you feel to be right, and I will enjoy that. Tell you what. Do you ever taste yourself?"

"Of course I do! Every time I masturbate!"

"Then use your finger on me and tell me what you taste."

I slipped my finger into her. God, she felt just like me, all slippery smooth and incredibly wet. Her taste on my tongue was not unfamiliar.

"Well?"

"You taste exactly the same as I do."

She looked relieved, "Good, I hoped I would. So...?

I understood immediately and, feeling totally relieved, lowered my head into her sex.

It still felt strange with no cock down there to suck, no balls to fondle, but Karen was right, I had to go by intuition and give to her what I would expect for myself. Employing a combination of what Tom and my late husband use to do, I moved away from her pussy and started with her toes!

I was thrilled to the core when she shivered at the contact of my tongue on her smallest toe, gently taking it into my mouth and savouring the tangy smell. One by one I delicately sucked on each one while with my hand I caressed her other foot, preparing it for the same treatment.

As I took her big toe into my mouth, sucking on it as if it was the world's smallest erect cock, she groaned, "Oh God, that's so lovely Sue, no one's ever done that to me. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Encouraged by that I muttered a reply and ran my tongue along the sole of her left foot, making her jump.

"Fuck, that tickles!"

I looked up at her pretty face, "Pretend it's like an orgasm Karry, and you want me to keep licking you through it so you can have a second one." But she was very ticklish so I relented and kissed her there instead, working my way up to her ankles. Tom, on reading the draft of this, accused me of being a foot fetishist, but I disagree with him. I was enjoying giving this girl pleasure and she certainly wasn't saying no!

I moved one leg to continue onto her ankle, exposing her pussy, in my imagination it was smiling at me, beckoning me on upward. The aroma of her penetrated my nostrils as my tongue worked its way up her legs, finally reaching the silky smoothness of her inner thighs, my own pussy leaking like crazy in anticipation of my tongue engaging with her very moist lips.

"I want you Sue, I want you so much," she whispered as I closed in on my goal and teased her by licking the sweaty crease of her crotch, between thigh and pussy, for the moment avoiding her labia. She as was smooth as silk there, she must have shaved this very day, especially for me!

"Mmm," was my response, I could now taste the passion that had already escaped from her pussy.

Karen suddenly reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me into her, "Do it darling, I am so fucking close, make me cum. Please."

I grinned inwardly, I had little choice, my mouth was pressed hard against her sex. The great moment had arrived for me, and I inserted my tongue between her lips and into the wet secret of her sex, and I was totally at home. Instantly she jumped as if I had touched a nerve and, startled, I lifted my head.

"What's wrong Karry?"

She hissed back at me, "Nothing Sue, just get back in there, I'm cumming."

Amazed that I had turned her on so much by just licking her legs, I returned my mouth to its dutiful place and before I could move upward to explore her clit she froze and screamed all at once, quivering and holding my head hard against her.

"Stop," she cried, "Just stay there."

Not content to lie still I reached down to finger my own pussy hole, I couldn't believe how wet I had become, either from my own orgasm or from the excitement of making this girl climax so readily. As if on cue she released a dribble of her own excitement past my tongue and I spread the delicious taste across my lips.

For what seemed like hours but it could have been only a minute or two, Karen stop trembling and I knew that, if she was anything like me, she would now be ready for more. She confirmed that with a loud groan as soon as I reinserted my tongue. She was, unsurprisingly, wetter inside than ever.

"God, this is unbelievable Sue, do me again, I want you so much baby. Fuck my cunt with that lovely tongue."

Turned on by her dirty language I mischievously raised my head, catching my reflection in the mirror, her juices making my face glisten in the soft lighting, "You really want to cum again?"

She giggled, "Fucking silly question Sue. I've only just started! Please?"

I reached up her body and kissed her lips lightly and she poked out her tongue to taste her own nectar. "Have you heard of the Alphabet Method?" I whispered against her mouth.

"Yes, my sister told me about it, and I think she got it from Tom, but no-one's ever done it to me. Are you going to spell it out to me then?" she joked.

"Yes. Tom taught me too," I laughed, "Although I never thought I would be using it myself." For the uninitiated, it's a method of licking the clitty, tracing out the letters of the alphabet.




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 17



"Personally I like 'W' the best, see what you think."

"Yes please, do it, I love anything like that!"

Eager to make it work for her in the same way Tom had done it to me, I kissed her again and slid back down her body. We were both perspiring a little, our bodies shining erotically with little beads of sweat. Parting her lips with finger and thumb, I exposed her little pink bud. For the first time my tongue was about to touch the most sensitive part of another woman's body. When I or anyone else for that matter touches mine I am in instant heaven, I knew how she was going to feel, and like me she flinched at my first hesitant touch. I reached down with my free hand to touch myself again, I don't know who was leaking the most, her or me.

Ever so softly I traced the letter 'A' a dozen or so times, and she shuddered when I hit 'B". As I worked through the letters I looked up her body, her breasts were rising and falling deeply, I knew she was getting off on this and I wondered if I would actually complete the alphabet, so I skipped some of the boring letters and went for the 'W' in a big way, at the same time slipping my finger into her pussy and finding her furry g-spot. When once again she froze against my mouth, I didn't stop, but kept on licking her through her peak despite her attempts to push me away. Tom had done this to me many times, taking me though my orgasm and ignoring my sensitivity, the resulting orgasms had been sensational. Now totally hooked on lesbian love I treated her pussy to that same relentless attention and while she screamed her way through her second climax I kept up the licking and stroking, only stopping briefly at one stage to see the tears streaming down her cheeks. They were nothing compared to those weeping from both our pussies! 

After what must have been her fourth or fifth continuous orgasm (who's fucking counting I mused to myself?), "Fucking hell," were her only words as I inserted a small finger into her tight little asshole. My neck was beginning to feel the strain and I moved my mouth from her pussy and gently kissed her thighs.

"Kiss me up here you lovely darling," she moaned, pouting her lips.

I licked my way up her body, spending a little time on her hard little nipples, finally pressing my mouth to hers. For a while, as she climbed down, we snogged gently, both lying on our sides, our legs intertwined and soaking pussies pressed tightly together.

Our eyes inches apart, she kissed my nose. "That was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me Sue, you really sure you haven't done this before?"

I shook my head and kissed her back. "Thank you. It just seemed so natural, and after all it's only the same as what Tom does to me."

"Then you are one very lucky woman." She then stopped in thought. "It would be nice to have him here now to fuck us both, don't you think?"

I shook my head, idly wondering if this was all part of a prearranged plan. Men and their cocks!

"I don't think so Karry, this time was all about us, and personally I don't want it to stop."

She wiggled her legs, her pussy sliding wetly across mine, and I shivered, "I don't know who's wettest down there, you or me?"

After a quick glance at her watch she giggled, "Come on then, lets find out shall we?"

When she suggested I squat on all fours I wondered what her intentions were, until she crawled underneath me and I willingly lowered my pussy on to her face. With lips, tongue and fingers she didn't just eat me out, she devoured me, and my ecstasy leaked continuously into her open mouth. I was facing her feet and on impulse leaned forward to run my tongue into her at the same time, but she shook her head, mumbling through my pubes, "No darling, I've had enough, this one is for you." And she promptly stuck a finger into bum hole. That, with the sight of my cum juices dribbling off her chin, was enough to take me over the top. I rocked my hips back and forth on her face as if I was fucking her mouth and we both groaned out loud as flesh met flesh in a juicy wave of passion. Karen's fingers had returned to her pussy, obviously attacking her clit.

"Thought you said you'd had enough." I gasped, breathing heavily.

"I had," she grinned, her face shining with my pussy cum, "But your orgasm got me going again. Besides, I wanted your total concentration on what I was doing." She looked down at her groin, "And anyway I shan't cum again, I was just comforting myself."

I climbed off her and we laid down side-by-side and an incredible wave of affection swept over me as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. Our fingers explored each other's face and I took one of hers into my mouth and sucked gently on it. She tasted of sex, my sex, and I came to the conclusion that I wanted more of this, much more. I had opened a chapter and now knew I would never put the book down.

"I love you," I whispered as if it was the most natural thing to say, and I had only ever seriously uttered those three words to two lovers, Tom and my late husband Jim.

"I love you too," was her sincere reply, "More than I could ever have possibly believed with another woman, and that's the truth."

I kissed her softly and, as her tongue came out in search of mine I drew it into my mouth and sucked on it as we hugged our sweaty bodies together, wrapped in love. Taking a breather I told her that if it wasn't for my passion for men too, I would want her as my exclusive lover.

"I could go monogamous for you," she sighed.

"Me too Karen, that's something Tom and I haven't committed to yet because I haven't fallen in love with him, just the sex. But I could easily fall in love with you."

"Darling, that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, male or female, and if we do this a few more times I think I might feel the same too."

We kissed yet again, the tears rolling freely down our cheeks. Then she looked at her watch and sat up, both of us wiping our sticky mouths on a tissue.

"I must go soon darling, can I use your shower? I can't go to work like this." Her hair was a mess and her pubes reminded me of my mum's dog when it came in out of the rain!

I wondered where Tom was? The match must have been over by now. Probably gone to the pub knowing Karen was with me. He would be wondering, no doubt with a hard-on, how it had worked out. Boy, did I have a tale to tell him!

"I think I'll join you," I grinned, "Show you how the shower works!"

We stood pressed together in the tiny cubicle that I shared so often with Tom, soaping each other's breasts, when she spoke softly as if the whole world were listening in, "I have a another secret for you Sue."

"Go on, I love secrets."

"Until today, no man ever made me cum with his tongue, and you were only the second woman to do it. You are a natural, sweetie."

"Karry, I'm totally flattered. Who was the other girl then?"

Our hands were now inevitably cleaning each other between our legs, and we kissed under the water as we talked.

"Promise you won't tell? I don't mind Tom, and I think he suspects anyway, but nobody else please."

"Cross my heart."

"Lisa."

"Your sister Lisa? Tom's ex?"

She grinned as I soaped the folds of her pussy, and she quickly returned the gesture. "Uh huh."

"Fuck!"

"Now what do you think of your new lover?"

"I think that's really cool."

"You don't think badly of me?"

"Of course not, after all look at me and my brother."

My new lover slipped a soapy finger inside me, "I wish I could have seen that."

I laughed. "You could have done if you had been on the beach that night!"

"I wasn't invited if you remember! Otherwise it would be me in Tom's pants right now!"

I ignored her comment and stepped out of the cubicle, handing her a towel. Looking at Karen's naked youthful body, all pink from the shower, made me wish that Tom wasn't coming home and she didn't have to go to work.

"I'll make a us a coffee while you get dressed, Karry."

"Okay, it will have to be a quick one though," she called after me.

We sat at the table, she fully dressed, me parading in undies hoping to tempt her to stay.

"Before you go I want to hear about you and Lisa, I thought she had only recently become bisexual."

"She had. After Tom had introduced her to his friend Rachel she confided in me, the so-called experienced one! She was really distressed."

"Why was that?" I looked at her cup, "Don't you want milk in that? It's awfully dark."

She shook her head. "She couldn't make Rachel cum."

"Nothing wrong about that, sometimes Tom can't get me there. Although you managed beautifully, thank you," I added.

She placed a soft hand on mine, "And so did you."

"I know, you came so quickly." 

I looked down at her hand as she patted my bare thigh, this is where we started I thought! I really wanted her again, but I knew Tom would be getting impatient.

"Ah, that was because I was frigging myself all the way over here! But..." She held up her hand as I started to interrupt, "...that alphabet thing you did was out of this world. You really must let me have Tom when you are tired of him."

"You were saying? About Lisa?" I asked again impatiently.

"She was paranoid about it. It was her first time and she felt totally inadequate. I didn't help by saying that I hit the spot very time."

"So what happened?"

"Well, we were both on the old vino and pretty well oiled, and I was trying to explain the motions to her by licking my tongue between two fingers, like this."

Erotically she ran her tongue up the crevice between two slightly parted fingers, a third finger poking through like an engorged clitoris. I shivered, relishing the recent touch of that very tongue.

"Anyway, I got firm with her and said do you really want to do this properly or just stick with men, and miss all the fun?"

"What did she say?"

"She just said 'show me'."

"Hmm, that's interesting."

"I got her to remove her knicks and pretend her finger was a tongue."

"Can't see that working, that's just masturbating."

"Exactly, it didn't. But she was sozzled enough to ask me to do it with mine."

While having this conversation we were now both idly touching each other, her fingers close to my crotch, mine stroking her bare belly, both getting slowly turned on again. 

"That's more like it," I giggled. "I'm still horny Karry." I knew it wouldn't take much to make her stay, especially if she thought she would get to fuck my boyfriend. But I still wanted more of the one-on-one.

"Me too, I guess we better stop." And reluctantly we removed our hands.

"Go, on you were saying?"

"Well, when my fingers didn't work either, I suggested using my tongue. I thought, being my sister, she would freak out, but she had got horny down there and simply nodded."

"Did you get her off?"

"Absolutely, no time at all!"

"Wow, your own sister!"

"I know. Freaky! I don't think I could have done that if I was sober. She said it was the quickest she had ever cum and asked me how I did it."

"And?"

"I took the bull between the horns and suggested she do it to me and I would take her through it step by step."

"Bloody hell! And did she?"

"Believe it or not, she jumped at the idea. I hardly had chance to get my pants off, and she was in there. And that was her trouble, she was too eager, too fast."

"I prefer it when Tom does it slow and loving, like you did."

"Me too. She actually asked if she should do that alphabet thing with me, just like Tom did in Paris when they first met. I told her to use her fingers a lot too, in both holes."

"Did she make you cum?"

"Yes she did. It took a little while, and I was just about ready to fake it when she got me there. Next day she went back to Rachel and apparently all went well."

She looked at her watch. "Fuck, I must go."

We hugged and kissed again, I was still feeling incredibly horny. "I wish you could stay. I could do that all over again."

"Me too, perhaps next weekend?"

"That would be nice. I guess we have Tom to thank for this."

She shook her head, "I fancied you long before he brought the subject up."

I helped her on with her jacket, kissing her neck in the process. "You know, before we made love I did wonder if he set this up just so he could get into your pants."

She looked over her shoulder as we descended the stairs. "No Sue, I wanted you for just you. If I want to shag a bloke, I shag him, simple as that, but only if he's available. I once went with a married guy when I was seventeen and that was big trouble, never again! But that doesn't mean I would say no to Tom if he's on offer!"

At the door we kissed yet again. "I wouldn't blame either of you if you wanted to fuck, you are both so sexy."

She stared straight into my eyes. " You know I fancy him Sue, but he's your guy and that's it."

As she turned to leave I grabbed her arm. "Karry, I really wouldn't mind if you did."

"What? Fuck Tom?"

"Yes."

"Shit! Are you serious?"

"Very, it would actually turn me on. One condition though."

Karen came back to the doorway. "What's that?"

"I would want to be there. To watch. I would love that."

She plunged her tongue into my mouth, obviously excited with the idea. "That would turn me on too, to know you are watching your boyfriend shag me. Have you done that before?"

"No, I only just thought about it. I would have to join in though, not like your boss's wife."

She looked at me thoughtfully, the lust showing in her eyes. I was so tempted to drag her back up the stairs and start all over again, fuck her work, fuck Tom, his whereabouts totally forgotten. God, I thought, he might even catch us at it, that would be interesting.

Karen was visibly excited with the idea, I was surprised she hadn't thought of it sooner, "We could make it a proper threesome Sue, I would like to do it properly."

"Me too. We would blow Tom's mind!"

"And something else I hope!" We both giggled together.

"I will broach the subject tonight, at a suitable moment."

Karen laughed. "I can guess when that might be if you are still as horny as I am."

"I really wish you could stay and join us when he comes home."

"So do I, I am so up for some cock right now, there is nothing nicer than a good hard fuck after some girlie sex, but I'm going to be late for work already."

"Sorry about that."

"That's okay, Dianne is on the same shift as me, she will cover." Karen had explained that she works as a part-time waitress at the Scotch Beefeater in Leicester Square.

"Next weekend then?"

I nodded.

"With Tom too?"

I smiled at the thought, "Maybe, I'll ask him." Although I knew what the answer would be!

She blew me a kiss before rounding the corner and I hurried up the stairs and dressed.

The kettle had hardly finished boiling when I heard keys in the front door. Tom was home! I wondered if it was coincidence or he knew that Karen had just left, and had been waiting around the corner for the all-clear!

We kissed hungrily as soon as he entered the kitchen, his hands squeezing my ass, mine groping for his cock. He was rock hard in his pants, he did know!

Breathless, I grinned at him hungrily, and started to unbutton his shirt. "I have something to tell you."

"I think I know what it is," he grinned, doing likewise to my blouse.

"Come to bed sexy. I want to you to fuck me while I tell you about it."

In ten seconds we were both naked and snogging on a bed already reeking of sex, it would have been hard to hide her earlier presence. Tom was inside me pumping away as if his life depended on it and I told him to slow down otherwise I wouldn't tell him my story. As it was he came well before I had finished the blow-by-blow account. My lovely man was so turned on that he licked me clean while I told him about Karen and her sister. Even though he had lived with Lisa he didn't know about their bit of incest. Tom got me off nicely in time with the end of my story. If my afternoon with Karen had got him this excited, I wondered how he would react to her suggestion of all three of us having sex together. I thought I would save that information until our next fuck!

And yes, Tom had engineered the whole thing but, to his credit, not until Karen had asked after me. And of course he admits that he fancies her, what male, or female come to that, wouldn't! I know I couldn't wait to get into bed with her again and enjoy again the memory of this wonderful afternoon. 

Yes, of course I invited her around the following Saturday for dinner! And for some strange reason Tom decided to give the football a miss! What happened that night turned out to be a 'warm-up' for our long awaited weekend with Sophie and Paul.



Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 18



Hi! It's Sue again and we are coming towards the end of my story. Do I hear sighs of relief? I hope I haven't bored you? I know it has given me much enjoyment to recall these vivid memories of such exciting times. Tom has been of great help with spelling and grammar and what really inspired me to write this was because he had already written his own version called "24 HOURS" and which you can find under his Author Name "GIRLS_CUM_FIRST". And so we should!

If having sex with Karen on her own was quite the most exquisite experience ever, then including Tom in the fun only added icing to the cake. Or so he told me!

Chapter 18: Lovers three

It was Monday, barely 48 hours since I had my tongue buried between my new lover's thighs, when my mobile vibrated on my desk. The school was still on half-term but I had gone in to work for the morning to catch up on some preparation for the next session. It was a text from Karen.

"Hello my sexy sweetie! Has your pussy recovered? Can you talk?"

Thrilled to hear from her so soon, I called her straight back.

"Karry, that was the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me, thank you so much."

"It was wonderful for me too, Sue, but I still can't believe it was your first time!" 

I laughed, "I guess I have been thinking about it so much for so long, it all came out naturally."

I heard her giggle, "I know, and it was very wet too!"

There was a momentary silence, each waiting for the other to take the initiative. Instead, Karen asked me about Tom's reaction to our private afternoon together.

"Well, since you and he had set it up, together with the look on my face, I was certain he knew it all. He came home seconds after you left, so I guess that bit was organised too?"

"Well..."

"So was it? I don't mind, really."

"Yes, sort of. When I left, I saw his car parked at the end of the road, and gave him the thumbs up!"

"That wasn't all that was up by the time he reached the door," I laughed.

"Did he fuck you then?"

"You bet, we couldn't wait! You did leave me in a pretty horny state you know."

I heard her giggle, "You weren't the only one, I fingered myself on the way to work, and nearly ran over a cyclist! I wished I had been able to stay longer and do it again with you."

I sighed, "It was so fucking lovely I could have carried on all night, Tom or no Tom."

She asked me if I had told him everything.

"Yes I did, while we fucked, hope you don't mind. And knowing how much he fancies you that really blew his mind. I had a lovely afternoon Karry, first you, and then him. I wish now I had some photos to remember all that we did. All I have is the memory of the taste of your pussy."

"Sue, you are such a sweetie. Maybe next time we can set that up, I have a friend at work who I am sure will lend me her video camera. She uses it for the same thing, she tells me she and her boyfriend cam with other people on their computer and watch each other have sex."

"God, that's daring! But real cool all the same. I must ask Tom if he wants to try that! You must give me their names, I so love watching other people make love."

"Okay, I will. He will have to get his own video camera. They once invited me to log on and watch, but I knew it was only because he had the hots for me, so I never did, it's not really my scene, I prefer the real thing. So shall I ask her then? The camera I mean."

"Definitely, I am sure Tom will go along with the idea."

"What? So he can wank over it later, or be part of it?"

"What do you think?" I replied, grinning to myself and knowing how eager she was to get into my boyfriend's pants. And he of course likewise! And what made it so much more special, I was dead keen to watch it happen!

Picking up my thoughts, she replied, "So is Saturday still on for you both?"

I grinned to myself. So it was a go! "If you are up for it Karry, then fucking hell yes! Tom's even agreed to give up on his football for that day."

"Wow, pussy before football, the world is changing!" Her cackle of laughter echoed down the line, "By the way, I can only stay one night, Sue, it's my Mum's fortieth on Sunday and Lisa's coming back for it too."

Readers will remember that, until recently, her elder sister worked for Virgin Atlantic and is Tom's ex girlfriend. They met a couple of years ago in Paris. 

By the way, Tom says you can read about that too. I read it..twice!

"I love you," were Karen's final words after we discussed arrangements for the weekend. We both admitted that we were horny as hell with thoughts of what was to come in a few days' time, and agreed that in the meantime all three of us would refrain from masturbation or sex until then. Under the circumstances, with me now sleeping in Tom's bed, it proved to be extremely difficult, but somehow we both achieved it! And, on the day, Karen assured me she had managed the feat also.

Saturday morning arrived, and I dashed around Kingston securing the ingredients to conjure up a mushroom stroganoff, one of Tom's favourites, Karen was bringing along two bottles of champagne. When I had asked her 'why two?' she replied 'wait and see, just call it fizzy sex!' The mind boggled!

Tom dug out some black silk bed linen, which I knew nothing about, obviously from some previous romantic encounter. Close inspection of the bottom sheet thankfully revealed the lack of any evidence of recent copulation. I spruced up his apartment and lit some aromatic candles in the bedroom and turned off all the lights. This was going to be seduction-a-trois!

It took little persuasion to get Tom to put on the chinos he was wearing that first night we attempted to have sex in a dark corner of the disco on Young Island, plus a decent button down white shirt, and definitely not the 'divers-do-it deep-down' tee shirt he wore like a second skin.

I too chose a button down, a little sheer pink frilly number I bought in TopShop that very morning and which instantly drew whistles from Tom. A deep-blue pleated mini partly covered the remaining tan on my thighs. For undies I chose a semi transparent half-cup bra and the same panties that Karen had admired last week, since washed of course! Tom, I found out later was sporting his favourite loose black boxers, no doubt to blend with the bedroom decor!

By late afternoon we were both getting as horny as fuck, Tom was about to go with Karen for the first time (so he tells me!) and I was about repeat last Saturday's delicious pussy feast. And the three of us being all together only heightened the desire. If our new lover had arrived anything like a few minutes late, I think I would have had Tom up against the fridge where we were already kissing passionately. As it was, I had his fat cock in my hand! Another ten minutes and it would have ended up in my screaming pussy.

Fortunately, at precisely six, the doorbell rang. "Shall I get it?" Tom grinned lecherously at me.

"Go on then, better put your cock away first." I looked down at the stiff erection poking invitingly out of his pants. Because of our self-imposed celibacy, I had not seen it in nearly a week! 

"Why bother?" he laughed, "It will be out again soon!"

Knowing that at this very moment he fancied her more than he did me, I let him go. While he was gone I set going some gentle Buddha Bar.

By the time the first track had played and he still hadn't returned, I ventured towards the stairs, wondering if they were already fucking each other's brains out on the bottom step. 

To my surprise they weren't, but it was total deja vu. On this occasion it was he who had her backed up against the open door, her tiny hands gripping his ass and, by the looks of their faces mashed together, his tongue must have been halfway down her throat. They parted with a grin, so different to her first visit a few weeks ago when I had caught her coming on to him, and I had got angry. This time, sex was the main dish on the menu, and I wanted her to be one of the ingredients!

"I want some of that," I grinned at Karen, pulling her to my horny body. Tom watched on, grinning, his cock back in his pants but standing out proud and, as I gripped her head, we exchanged a deep loving kiss. It doesn't need me to tell the reader that most men are turned on by women kissing each other, so we prolonged Tom's excitement for a full five minutes, all on his front doorstep! He wasn't idle either, one hand caressing our asses, the other fondling his cock.

In our horny state we completely forgot we were on full view to the street, and we all giggled when we saw an old guy leaning on his stick across the road, peering most intently at our sexy preview. With a sly look Tom lifted my skirt exposing my bare bum cheeks, only a sliver of cotton hiding my most private place. Intoxicated with sexual desire I leaned forward to give the old boy a better view. "That should make his day," I laughed.

Karen pulled me upright, "Stop it Sue, you will give the poor man a heart attack."

"You are right there," smiled Tom, running a blatant finger along the crease of my barely concealed pussy, "I get palpitations every time I see your lovely ass."

To the disappointment of our elderly voyeur, Tom closed the door and very gentlemanly followed us up the stairs, not doubt for the rear view, but he would be disappointed because he knew my ass intimately (inside and out!), and Karen was wearing a long raincoat. Once inside the flat, and in between kisses, I helped her remove her coat, she was wearing a pair of bright yellow leggings, flared below the knee and tight as a second skin around her thighs and bum. The cleft of her pussy was clearly outlined, sending a tremor down my spine, but no hint of any dampness as yet. That would change pretty soon I thought with certainty.

Karen's waist was bare, from a piercing in her navel dangled a little green jewel, tactfully replacing the cross from last week. Tonight's events were to be anything but Christian-like! Covering her ample breasts was a simple halter-top, identical to the one I first wore to seduce Tom all those weeks ago, and it did little to hide her pronounced dark nipples. While Tom was preparing the drinks I asked about her underwear and she quickly lifted her top to prove she wasn't wearing a bra and, when my eyes glanced enquiringly at her groin, she unzipped her pants low enough for me to spot a flash of black cotton. Another one matching the linen! Not that we would be wearing any by the time we all hit the bed!

As we stood in the kitchen sipping and toasting with the first of the champagne, the mood changed. It had suddenly dawned on us why we were all here, and what was about to happen. This was, for Karen and I at least, our first real attempt at a ménage de trois, and the nervousness was beginning to show. Tom told me later he was about to offer to show Karen our raunchy holiday photos when she herself interrupted, coincidentally in the same vein.

"I brought along a surprise." She delved into the bag that contained the second bottle of champagne.

"Here we are!" she declared, and in her tiny hand she clutched a mini DVD camera. "Just in case I see anything worth taking a picture of!"

"Then you won't be disappointed," grinned Tom, lewdly rubbing the front of his pants.

The ice was broken and I suggested we move to the living room, Tom very quickly suggesting that we sit either side of him on the sofa, his cock standing crudely to attention in his pants. Typical male, he obviously thought this evening was all about him, but he was about to discover otherwise. All the same, Karen licked her lips and gave his pulsating erection a squeeze. For a jealous instant I wondered if she had touched it before now? She had most definitely felt it press against her when they had snogged.

Encouraged by that touch, Tom's hands automatically gravitated to our crotches so, great minds thinking alike, Karen and I grabbed some cushions off the sofa and placed them strategically on the floor. "Let's all sit in a circle," I suggested.

We squatted silently, all cross-legged, each of us displaying our own manner of desire, waiting for the fun to commence. Tom was already leaking into his pants, Karen's nipples were clearly ready for sucking, and my panties were visibly moist. I made sure both of them had a clear view.

But Tom's eyes were clearly for Karen, he had already slept with her sister many times and now he wanted her too, and I didn't blame him. Nor was I going to attempt to stop him. This twenty-year old girl literally oozed sex, just the way I believed I did at the same age. He would either have sex with her here where I could be part of the fun, or at some later stage out of my sight somewhere else, so I was ready to see it happen for my very own eyes. Earlier in the week I had asked myself what does a young girl like her see in an older man? Then I remembered my own fascination for Chris, he at the time was 24, six years older than me, and I was besotted. We had sex in secret for five months before he eventually got married to his fiancée.

It was inevitable that Tom made the first move, and rather brashly he croaked, "Okay girls, we are all clearly as horny as fuck, how do we start this thing?"

I laughed, "We are not cars, Tom. We don't need jump-starting to get us going!"

Karen and I both grinned at each other and glanced pointedly at his groin. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"I think we should put him out of his misery don't you sweetie? Before there are any accidents?"

I nodded, and she reached over to his flies and unzipped his pants, his fat erection prodding forward his black boxers, also clearly wet with pre-cum.

I focussed intently on Karen's eyes as she slowly released his throbbing pink cock into the fresh air. When she gasped at the sight of his immense girth, I knew immediately she had not been there before, in an instant I was thrilled for both of them. I was suddenly impatient for my new friend to get the ultimate pleasure from that cock for the first time, the same pleasure I had enjoyed on our first night on Young Island. By the sheer hunger showing on her face I knew she was just as randy as I was then. Her dilated eyes revealed that all too familiar desire. Clearly she was waiting for him to fuck her.

Karen's eyes raised to mine requesting permission as I held his stiff shaft upright and watched excitedly as her lips moved towards the head. I nearly came on the spot when, just as her lips were about to make contact, I gave his cock a little squeeze and a crystal pearl of liquid appeared. My friend moaned and lifted the droplet off with the tip of her tongue and, leaning over him, presented it to my mouth. I moaned when we kissed deeply, tasting his liquid desire for us. Tom groaned for a different reason, he wanted her mouth in a different place, back on his cock!

Before resuming her blowjob, Karen jumped up and ran to the kitchen, we both followed her with curious glances.

"Got a stool or something?" she called out. She was carrying the camera.

Tom quickly brought out a chair from the bedroom, his erection waving in front of him, and we both giggled. He helped her set up the camera, she continuously bending down to get the framing correct with Tom stood behind her, his cock stiffly erect in the crease of her pretty little bum. Karen's patience amazed me. If that had been me, I would have had him inside me in that position in no time! But, to give them credit, they didn't fuck. Not just yet! 

When she was satisfied, Karen switched the camera to record and they returned to their earlier positions on the carpet. This time she didn't hesitate, she took Tom's cock fully in her mouth and commenced sucking him rapidly up and down, one second his fat dick fully embedded in her throat, the next totally exposed while she licked the end, and all the while I caressed her breasts through her flimsy top. I so wanted to go down on her, but we had this duty task to perform first.

When for a moment she stopped sucking and took a breath, I took over, tasting her saliva on his hot fat cock. Together with our lips and urgent tongues we worked up and down either side of his prick, sometimes sucking on his hairy balls. We watched his face as, each time our lips met at the tip of his cock, we kissed each other softly and wetly. Every man's fantasy was coming true for him, even if it wasn't the very first time he had experienced two girls at once. I already knew about his night with Rachel, a sweetheart from his childhood, and Karen's sister. I was soon to learn about a third woman!

Earlier on the phone Karen told me she had discussed with her sister this up-and-coming event and Lisa, being experienced in threesomes and moresomes, had advised her that it was important to get the man off first, then everything would run smoothly.

So we did just that, in next to no time! Karen's mouth was over the end of his trembling cock when the first blast came and, as we didn't want it shooting anywhere and everywhere, I made sure the next donation went into my mouth. Alternatively sucking him off we pretty much shared his creamy spunk, and I was pleased when she didn't react to the taste I was becoming to know so well. From what she had told me so far, I guess she'd had many a mouthful from various boys, just as I had when I was starting out. But, unlike her, I hadn't swallowed, as I intuitively sensed she was about to do.

Realising that, I had to remind her of our earlier conversation so, when he had finished and we had both sucked out all the available cum, we poked out our spunk-laden tongues at each other. If I too had the same considerable quantity as she was showing, then he had done well!

Our tongues both curled to contain his creamy sperm, she looked slyly at me, then at him, and finally back at me.

"Shall we? As discussed?"

I nodded eagerly and we watched the look on Tom's face as our spunky tongues engaged, sharing his hot cream and licking up the mess he had made on our faces and in our mouths.

We kissed and we snogged, we snogged and we kissed, hungrily sharing his salty liquid in our locked mouths, my pussy by now on total heat and raging with desire. Karen sensed this and fumbled with the crotch of my sodden panties. Naturally I returned the compliment, she was as hot and wet as I was! As agreed between us, we then dribbled the considerable mixture of spunk and saliva back over the head of his cock, then we sucked it all up again, on and on until there was no more. When I look back at this moment it seems rather crude and kinky, but you have to remember that at the time Karen and I were horny beyond belief, we would have done anything to satisfy ourselves, and Tom.

I whispered to Karen, "I don't know about you, but my pussy is on fire."

"Mine too sweetie," I inhaled the smell of Tom's cum on her breath.

"What are you two whispering about, as if I didn't know?" gasped Tom, still shaking from his two-girlie induced orgasm.

"We need a fuck sweetie," replied Karen with a wide grin. She looked down at his softening cock, "Not sure if you are quite ready for that just yet, so I guess Sue and I will have to make our own arrangement, don't you?"

But, as if on cue, at that precise moment, just as she and I were preparing ourselves for some female tongue-on-pussy contact, the oven pinged. If there is one thing more important than sex, it is my cooking. My mushroom stroganoff was not a meal to be ignored.

"Save it?" I questioned Karen. Breathing heavily, her panties also totally soaked beneath my fingers, she reluctantly nodded. One consolation entered my mind. I knew that by the time we had eaten, Tom would be ready again, hopefully ready and able enough to fuck us both, even at the same time? As I dished up the starters I recalled one of my brother's videos which showed two girls on their knees, alternatively receiving the same cock from behind. With that horny vision I sat down, wondering if that was to be our fate this evening.




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 18



Over dinner, Tom (he had put on a dry pair of boxers!) and I revealed to Karen more about our erotic holiday fun and, as we savoured my delicious recipe we all played tootsie under the table, and I was secretly going mad with desire for my new girlfriend. Tom was staggered when I revealed that Norman's uncle who we had visited on Bequia was in fact Karen's father. I didn't reveal to her how he had come on to me and that he was in the swinging community, though I suspected she already knew. After all, I was sitting next to a twenty-year old body with the mind of someone ten years older!

"Any one up for some porn?" asked Tom over coffee. He obviously thought we needed 'warming up' as he liked to put it. Little did he realise that Karen and I were well past warm, we were close to spontaneous combustion!

"If it's all right with you guys," replied Karen, grinning widely, "I would like to get on with the real thing."

Tom grinned and, minutes later, the dirty dishes forgotten, we all hit those black silk sheets together, naked and on heat. Tom tossed a coin to see who would get their pussy licked first, and I won! Immediately on her knees, Karen resumed her position from a week ago, her head between my thighs, her own ass invitingly in the air. Only this time I knew what to expect, I was so ready for her lively little lizard-like tongue.

As she buried her head in between my legs I glimpsed Tom sitting there nearby, totally entranced with the erotic rear view of Karen's pussy, and stroking his fat cock. Knowing they had the raging hots for each other and my own desire to see them fuck, I asked the question I knew they were both waiting to hear.

"Would you like him to fuck you now, Karry?"

Tom grinned expectantly and Karen lifted her face, already shiny wet from my sodden pussy.

"God, yes please. Fuck me Tom you bastard, fuck me just like my sister said you used to. I want your fat fucking cock up my cunt. Fuck me with it, I want it!"

Tom's eyes flared at her dirty language (it turned me on too!) and, as she buried her face back into my aching cunny, I watched him position himself behind her. His eyes questioned mine and I nodded, my boyfriend was about to fuck new lover and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. 

Trembling under Karen's flicking tongue, I leaned my head and watched as he gently parted her labia with his fingers and then, after lovingly kissing her exposed pussy, he slowly sank his thick shaft inside her. She gasped against my pussy as he forced himself all the way in, one second his length out of sight, the next in full view, glistening in the dim candlelight. Apart from that brief hammock incident with my brother and Lesilia, this had to be the most erotic moment in my life, I was having sex with two people, my two favourite lovers!

Every thrust from Tom forced Karen's mouth hard against my pussy and she had trouble trying to lock on to my clit. Not that I was worried, I was ready to cum at any contact, and promptly did so with a loud scream!

Meanwhile, Tom carried on screwing my friend and, as I sensed she too was getting close I scrambled around beneath her so that my mouth was under her pussy, Tom's cock slithering wetly past my nose, and the odour of Karen quickly rekindling my lust. While Tom humped away inside her, I attacked her clitty with my tongue, at the same time trying to ascertain how close he was to his climax. 

I jumped as Karen's tongue re-established contact with my pussy, but sensing I was still sensitive from my orgasm, she instead started to tease my asshole, and I squirmed in delight, remembering Tom's first touch there back in the Caribbean. When I felt him pause and start to shake I knew he was close and reached around to stick a little finger in Karen's ass too, still working my tongue rapidly on her clit. Bucking her hips up and down, she orgasmed violently on my face as Tom, with perfect timing, blasted off deep into her tight little teenage cunt. 

When Tom finally removed his cock from my girl friend with a silent plop, I quickly turned her over and, as his cream seeped from her pussy, we both licked her clean, pausing every now again to share a spunky kiss. Karen was in heaven as, leaning up, she watched the erotic spectacle and we brought her close again. This time Tom and I both got her off with our tongues and fingers, my fingers in her pussy, Tom's up her ass.

When Karen climbed down off the wall, she kissed us both.

"Bloody hell guys, that was so fucking gorgeous, I can't believe I have waited so long to do this. I never believed two people could be better than one."

"You should talk Karry, I am eight years older than you and I haven't been to this place before either."

"My sister should have been here, she would have enjoyed this."

"Not sure I could have coped with three of you," Tom laughed.

"That's not what Lisa told me, Tom," teased Karen.

"Oh yeah?" I glanced curiously at Tom, "So what was that then?"

"Last Christmas, he had my sister, and old school friend called Rachel in bed with him."

"Yes, I know, he told me."

"Ah, but there's more, isn't there Tom?" She looked at him, and he nodded.

"I'll go and make some roll-ups," he declared, trotting off naked to the kitchen, switching off the camera on the way.

Karen continued, "I don't know much about it, but apparently there was a fourth woman present."

"What? He had three of them?"

"Yep."

"Fuck, how did he manage that?"

"Well, Lisa said they were all together for some girlie fun and as it was Christmas they decided to let Tom join in. Never invited me, greedy cow!"

Our skins sticky with sweat, we were cuddled up together when Tom returned, offering us the ready-lit weed and we both took a deep drag. I accused Tom of not telling me everything about his threesome or foursome, whatever it was.

He grinned sheepishly, "I was going to tell you one day, didn't want to make you jealous."

"Well, tell us now." I looked at Karen and she nodded.

"Yes please, I like to know more about my so-called respectable sister. I know she was keen to try it with someone other than me."

"You sure you want to hear this Sue? I haven't really told you a lot about Rachel yet."

I pinched his arm, a little harder than he would have expected, "Now I definitely want to hear."

"Me too," giggled Karen, sitting up against the headboard, her chin tucked into her knees, her pussy on view to all. "I love sexy stories!"

Tom's eyes focussed on mine, "Okay, okay. As you know, Rachel I have known each other since we were this high." He placed his hand about two feet above the bed. "As neighbours we grew up together, then a couple of years ago her dad got me a job in his office. But we had always been just friends, none of the other stuff."

"Until you fucked her in your office," interrupted Karen with a huge grin. I was hanging on to every word, my new fuck buddy had more secrets than me! And there were more to follow!

"When did this happen, Tom?"

He raised his hands defensively, "Last November, long before you were on the scene, Sue. Lisa and I were going stale and Rachel was having a bad time with her husband."

"I remember that," smiled Karen, "It was the same weekend you asked me for a date and I refused."

"So you two really haven't had sex then?" I asked.

"No Sue, but I am sure we would have done if I hadn't been on a new date myself."

My mind changed course, "Are you still fucking Rachel, Tom?" 

"No. We had a big argument and cooled things off." I believed him, especially when he told me that if it had been otherwise he would have taken her to the Caribbean instead of Les, the librarian.

"So what about this foursome thing then?" Karen gave Tom's cock an impatient squeeze. "My sister didn't tell me anything about that."

"Actually it was a threesome, on Boxing Day. I secreted Rachel into this very bed while Lisa was still asleep and for a while she thought it was me."

"Until she found there was no cock," I laughed.

Tom smiled, "Exactly! I had tied a ribbon around her neck with a little card that said 'Happy Christmas Lisa. Enjoy. Lots of love, Tom xx'

"That's sweet of you Tom, you enjoy playing cupid don't you?"

"Especially if he gets to fuck the recipient!" laughed Karen. She looked at him expectantly, "I assume you did, didn't you?"

"Oddly enough, no. I had already agreed with Rachel to leave them alone, just like I did with you two last week. I went out for a coffee."

"That was very gallant, Tom. What happened when you got back?" I asked.

"Nothing really, Rachel went home with a big smile on her face, and in bed Lisa told me all about it!"

I was puzzled. "But you said something about a third girl?"

"Oh, that wasn't at Christmas, this happened on New Year's Eve. Rachel and I had been at a party, but some time after midnight we went home when she said she didn't feel well. I was in bed and she was fiddling around in the bathroom and secretly let Lisa in the front door."

"Yeah," laughed Karen, "She told me about that bit, she had managed to get some time off specially for that night."

"Anyway, it wasn't until I recognised her perfume that I realised it was her in bed with me and not Rachel, then she too joined me wishing me Happy New Year and I almost had my first threesome."

"What do you mean by almost, Tom?"

"They wanted me to watch them make love and it was okay if I had sex with either of them as long as I didn't cum."

"That's a bit tough. Why ever not?"

"Because they said they had a surprise for me."

"The third girl I assume?" I asked.

"Yes. I didn't know at the time but Rachel had let Carol in the front door at the same time as Lisa and she had been hiding in the living room."

"Fuck," I replied, "You never told me about her. Who the fuck was Carol?"

"Carol Ferrer was my first serious girlfriend at school. It was a surprise for me too, because I didn't know until then that she and Rachel were still friends, and of the most sexual sort too. 

"Serious as in first time?"

"Yep," smiled Tom, the recollection showing in his eyes.

"So you had three women sucking your cock then, Tom?" laughed Karen.

"I wish! Carol and I had to settle for having sex while we watched the other two make love. And I can tell you that was far better than any blowjob!"

"You lucky boy," I smiled, with just a mere touch of jealousy.

"Too right. The girls had actually set this up as a party for themselves, I was supposed to be at my parent's for New Years', but my Mum fell ill so I didn't go."

By now I had heard enough of Tom's exploits. I wanted more of my own. "I want to fuck!" I declared.

"So do I," laughed Karen, "so who's fucking who this time then?"

I kissed her softly and whispered, "Karry, I haven't had a shag in a whole week, would you mind if he does me, while I lick you again? Anyway, it is my turn."

I knew she wouldn't refuse an offer like that, but this time around our positions were different. I laid flat on my back with my legs in the air and Tom knelt between them and entered me with gusto. Just before Karen lowered her pussy on to my face I saw her lean forward and kiss Tom. 

As I prised open her labia a little dribble of excitement dropped on to my lips. I gathered her love juices on my tongue and returned them to her pussy, in this position I was able to slide deeply into her pink slit, making her gasp. All the time her body was moving back and forth over my face in time with Tom's cock fucking motion inside my own cunt.

I thought it would take some time for Tom to cum again but he surprised me filling me with spunk before I got anywhere near to getting Karen off. He told me later that the sight of Karen's mouth sliding across my pussy, combined with their randy kissing each other, was too much for him to bear.

Karen leapt off me with a desperate glance, she still had to cum, "Daisy chain, she gasped," pointing to the floor.

"What do you mean,' I asked, but Tom grinned, he was obviously wise to her intention.

"We lie in a circle, Tom sucks you, seeing he just made a mess of your pussy, you carry on licking mine and I suck his cock."

Tom looked disappointed, he had the cleaning up to do! But at least he would have Karen sucking him off, and I really had the best of both worlds!

As we settled on the carpeted floor Karen delved into her bag for the remaining bottle of champagne. Carefully removing the cork, she asked us both to take a large mouthful and, doing likewise lowered her mouth over Tom's stiff cock. He jumped, and so did I when he squirted his mouthful into my cunt. It tingled and felt like thousands of tiny little tongues! I held Lisa's lips wide apart and dribbled my portion all over her pussy, before licking it off, and she giggled. 

"This is what you call champagne sex," laughed Tom, momentarily releasing himself from the cocktail of bubbly and cum.

"This is so exciting," said Karen, "Let's see if we can all cum together."

"Okay," I replied, "But I think we better slow down, give Tom time to catch up."

"Won't be long," he grunted from between my legs, his cock disappearing once again down my sexy lover's throat.

All the same we relaxed into a slow gentle rhythm, all of us enthralled with the highly erotic situation. In that circle of three, we all made wonderful oral love to each other. Twice we stopped, firstly for Tom to set the camera up on the edge of the bed (how could we not record this beautiful moment?), and once again to change positions so that I was now sucking his cock, while he enjoyed Karen's pussy, and she of course had her tongue buried in mine.

When I sensed Tom was wilting, I suggested to Karen that we switch positions yet again and he gleefully resumed fucking her mouth. I saw Karen slip a finger into his ass as he jetted his cream on to her tongue, and that took both of us over the top.

Karen sat up and poked out her tongue at me, a small quantity of spunk rested there, awaiting disposal, one way or the other.

"Permission to swallow your boyfriend's spunk sweetie?"

"Be my guest Karry, as long as I can kiss you after?"

Closing her mouth, she gave an exaggerated gulp and grinned. I took her naked body in my arms and we kissed like the true lovers we had become. Tom staggered off for a pee and we snuggled up under a blanket on the sofa, sipping the remainder of the champagne.

"I love you Sue," she whispered, "And I adore your sexy pussy."

"I love you too," I sighed, "And want to do this over and over."

"Me too, can we do it again without Tom?" That surprised me knowing how much she fancied him, and clearly she had enjoyed him fucking her on the bed.

"What's changed your mind? You were so up for this threesome with him."

"Nothing" she replied, "It's just...I was hoping for a big, big favour."

"Of course darling, I think you know I will do anything for you, because I love you."

"Oh, that's so sweet, no girl has said that to me before. When Tom has gone to sleep later, can we sneak back out here and make love again?"

Under the cover I stroked her breast and kissed her cheek, "Is that all? I thought you were asking for something momentous!"

She groaned as my mouth descended to her dark nipple, "Never mind that now, let's do this, let's have sex all night shall we?"

And we did that very thing, snuggled up together on the sofa while Tom snored away in the adjacent bedroom. We would only ever be half asleep, both aware of the heat and touch of each other, rousing sufficiently to kiss and caress and mutter words of love. Twice we aroused ourselves to the point of having full sex with each other, and on one of those occasions were highly amused to see Tom standing naked in the doorway, watching us and wanking furiously. We allowed him to cum over our breasts and then sent him back to bed!

As a sunny dawn pierced through the blinds, I climbed out of our sweaty love nest and switched on the kettle. At the sound, Karen, her streaked hair all tousled, yawned loudly and padded off to the loo, the sight of her round teenage bottom sending a shiver down my spine.

As I brewed the tea I recalled the horny events of last night with my two lovers, followed by the gentle loving sex with Karen, all alone together on that sofa. As I gripped the hot mugs I suddenly realised that I was in love! And it was not the love that comes from shagging a guy, not even Tom. This was a deep spiritual union between two women and the sex that came with it simply bonded us more tightly together. It's hard to describe, but this was a deep passion that could never be created between a woman and a man. I understand now why lesbian relationships are known to last longer than any other.

When she returned from the bathroom, stark naked and beautiful, I pulled her to my own nude body and gazed deeply into her huge eyes. She smelt of love, and sex! I laughed.

"What?" she cocked her head.

"Nothing," I replied, I just realised I am in love, and it's not like love that you have with a man."

We kissed lovingly and deeply, our tongues teasing each other, "I think I know what you mean. Men say they love you, then they cum. I love you because I just want to be with you, near you, around you."

"No sex then?" I laughed.

"Of course!" She looked back at the rumpled sofa, "How about now then?"

Our tea ignored, we fell once again onto the makeshift bed, and we kissed and masturbated each other into the most serene of all orgasms.

We awoke later, much later, to the delicious smell of bacon. Tom was in the kitchen, modestly dressed in a pair of shorts and brandishing all the tools of a fry-up.

"This is nice," whispered Karen in my ear, "First, sex with him, then sex with you and breakfast included."

"We do full board if you play your cards right," I whispered in return, Tom unaware that we were awake.

"Mmm, I could easily be tempted. Look, your man even has a bulge while he's cooking!"

"He calls that his morning glory, Karry. You really enjoyed him fucking you didn't you?"

She sighed, "You can say that again, I've never felt so filled up, you are so lucky."

"Filled up as in spunk, or cock?"

"Both sweetie, if I didn't know different, he had it saved up for me."

I giggled quietly, Tom was now breaking the eggs, we would get a call soon. "He did just that, and me too. I think he had a hard-on all week knowing he was going to fuck you. I know I was soaking wet all day long."

"I was the same, it was just like the build up to a first date, one that you just know you are going to sleep together on the first night. Only this date was borrowed."

I could hardly believe what I said next, "You can borrow him again if you want, Karry, as soon as you want."

As she looked at me in amazement, Tom called out, "Ready in five minutes girls."


I raised my head, "We are all sweaty here, have we time for a quickie, Tom?"

He grinned, taking in our semi naked bodies, "God, haven't you two had enough sex for one day?"

"We meant a shower, lover boy," laughed Karen, and we ran hand in hand to the bathroom.

Under the cascading water Karen questioned my outburst, "When were you thinking of sharing him again, Sue? I don't really have time now, meeting my Mum at twelve."

I took her hands which had been busy soaping my breasts, and looked lovingly into her big oval eyes, "I meant you can borrow him in private if you want."

She froze as the water splashed our faces, "Fuck! Are you serious?"

I nodded, reinforced by the knowledge that Tom, having experienced her once would go out and out to screw her again anyway. "Yes Karry, I know you two want to fuck each other some more, I saw the expression on your faces last night. Who am I to get in the way of lust?"

I turned off the water and we towelled each other dry. Karen was clearly excited by my unusual offer and hesitantly replied, "But Sue, he is your boyfriend, you just moved in with him."




Sex and a Single Girl Ch. 18



"Karry, I'll let you into a secret. I moved in here because I felt threatened. When I first saw you kissing him a few weeks ago I broke all my vows about not wanting monogamy, and panicked. Now I am not so sure. Being here cramps my style and I am sure it's the same with Tom. I have a feeling I shall be back in my own little cottage before the month's out. So there, now you know."

"Sue, I admire you for that. I know I certainly don't want a relationship thing just yet. I like fucking too much!"

Tom called out that our food was ready as I laughingly replied, "Me too, so go ahead and fuck my randy boyfriend, okay?"

She kissed me and we went to the bedroom in search of our undies.

"Thank you Sue, you can borrow my boyfriend if you want, I know he's getting bored with me and I told him about you. He says he finds me too demanding." She winked at me, "Can't possibly think where he gets that idea!"

"Thanks for the offer Karry, but I already have someone lined up."

"Ooh, naughty girl! Anyone I know?"

"It's Paul, you remember me telling you about the swinging couple we met on holiday?"

"I remember, wasn't she bisexual too?"

"That's it, Sophie. Well, Tom and I were due to go up north soon to meet up with them for a bit of you-know-what when I heard from her last week that they are splitting up."

"That's a shame, especially for you and Tom."

"Yes it is. Apparently they met up with another couple, swapped partners, and she fell in love with her new partner, just like that."

"Wow, just like you and Tom on that beach!"

"Exactly!"

"So where does Paul come in?"

"In my pussy I hope!" I pinched her arm, "He is such a good fuck."

Karen giggled, "Oh, so you've been with him before then?"

"Yes, we had a quickie in a bathroom before he married Sophie. He emailed me the other day suggesting we catch up on old times, and I know which bit he wants to catch up on!"

"Go for it girl."

"Yes and you go for it with Tom, I really want you to enjoy him, especially as I know he will be shagging someone really special and not some cheap slag!" I took her arm. "Come on we better get his offering before it goes cold."

Following Tom's appetising breakfast, I followed Karen into the bedroom as she dressed.

"What was that big favour you were going to ask me, Karen?" I helped her on with her bra.

"You already answered it," she replied with a wide grin.

I shook my head slowly, "What?"

"Tom."

She kissed my cheek and headed for the door, where he was waiting with his car keys.

And Tom did indeed fuck her and, even after I had given him my blessing, I was surprised how soon. He had his fat cock inside my new girlfriend within two hours, in the back of his old Jag on the way to dropping her off at her Mother's house outside Staines.

Alas, due to the unexpected break up of Sophie and Paul's marriage, I near the end of my story. I hope you have enjoyed the journey, I certainly did!

Within weeks I had moved back to my little cottage outside Woking, and Karen comes to visit as often as possible, usually for a long sexy weekend. We are lovers in the true sense of the word and, although we both enjoy the occasional short-term fling with the opposite sex, we really prefer each other's company. For both of us, the right man still has to appear into our lives.

Once the dust had settled, I did go to stay with Sophie and kept my earlier promise to her. She was an expert lover and, even though during that weekend I orgasmed a zillion times, she could not compete with the vivacity and enthusiasm of my new love Karen. The very next night I secretly met up with Paul and we caught up on old times, in a big hotel bed!

Now that she is officially divorced, Rachel seems to be featuring in Tom's life once again, although I still receive the occasional benefit of his thick cock when Karen is not available. We have promised to stop fucking if his relationship gets serious. Karen told me last week that she has only seen him twice since their mad moment in the car.

Finally, a big thank you to Tom for editing all my crappy scribbling, and loads of special love to Karen for all the sex we shared while, in bed, I dictated out loud every single word of this final version.

That's it, goodbye and thank you for reading.

Bye for now, be sexy, be safe. Love to all you readers. Sue. x

PS I have received many emails asking if my story is true. Yes it is, but the reader will appreciate that, apart from Tom and myself, all the names have been changed. 

Keeping a diary from the age of twelve helped me to reconstruct events, particularly those earlier years with my brother Richard. Young Island does exist and I do have one disclaimer. Although I might have done the resort a disfavour by falsely associating it with a Swingers Association, the liberated couples I met there were very real and the exclusivity and ambience of the place clearly attracts loving couples eager to share with others their decadent lifestyle.

I can also confirm that Uncle Norman isn't really a swinger, he was really quite the gentleman, although it was the Casanova lurking just below the surface which gave me the idea. His wife really is Russian and truly half his age and she really did help Richard ejaculate all over her lettuces, although to the best of my knowledge his uncle is unaware of that. I hope he enjoys the additional proteins next time he prepares a salad!