SEX AND CRICKET – CARIBBEAN STYLE! Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. After a romantic dinner I charmed my way into Julie’s bed, joined the following morning by her promiscuous sister. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings. Sara and I spent the next few nights together in my bed and, at the cricket we met up with some old swinging friends. The foursome that followed was disappointing, unlike the chance meeting later that night on a darkened balcony. Bob and Catherine were from Montreal and anxious to try their first swinging experience. They were not to be disappointed! 7. The Maid In the middle of a delicious and unexpected blowjob my mobile rang. Nobody rings when I am away so I assumed it had to be important, or of course a female requiring penile attention. It was neither, it was Julie, the married woman who I had screwed on our first night here in Barbados. She was by now firmly encamped on Antigua with her ex lover. “Hi Julie, what’s up?” Sara ceased the expert suction on my cock, but as soon as she heard the voice of her elder sister she resumed her ministrations. “Fuck him,” growled Julie. “Fuck who?” “Fuck my husband, that’s who.” “Why? What’s he done now?” “He’s only been seen in our local pub with his arms around his slutty secretary.” “Indiscreet you mean?” “Blatant I think is the word for it, only rubbing my nose in it. Fucking cunt.” Sara looked up at me, the head of my cock dribbling on her lips, and I grinned, “That’s awful, who told you?” “Brian, the manager, I used to work there. He texted me, thought I ought to know.” “What are you going to do about it?” With a twinkle in her eyes, Sara licked away my pre-cum. I was perched on the edge of the bed, she was on her knees. “I am going to live with David, Tom. We have both been cheated on and I am going to have lots of sex with him, and I don’t care who knows.” “Good for you, have one for me.” She paused, sounding concerned, “Why, aren’t you getting any? What about Sara?” “The opposite, darling, she’s right here with her head buried between my legs.” “God, doesn’t she ever stop? Put her on will you.” Sara reluctantly lifted her head off my cock and took the phone, “Hi Sis, I’m busy.” “Never mind that, I’m sure Tom can wait. I’ve decided I am going to leave James.” Sara laughed, “So I gathered. Good for you, the wanker never deserved you in the first place. So has this anything to do with all the recent fucking you’ve been getting?” I heard a faint giggle as I stroked the combination of Sara’s saliva and my pre-cum into my cock, “I’d be lying if I said no, David and Tom have opened my eyes to what I have been missing.” Sara giggled, “He’s opened my eyes too. And other things!” “Oh really, so what have you two been up to then? Or perhaps I shouldn’t ask?” “Oh, nothing much really. Just lots of sex and a couple of foursomes thrown in for good measure!” Julie giggled, “So, nothing new then!” “You’re wrong, darling, I’d never done that before. And Tom had me up the bum. Believe it or not, it was only his second time. If you remember his cock you can imagine why!” “How can I forget? So how did he get that fat thing up there, or daren’t I ask?” “Loads of KY and my vib in my pussy. It was amazing, you should try that sometime.” I heard Julie laugh, “I might have to, David has a big one too! Look, I gotta go, Sara, he’s taking me out for the day.” “Okay, have you shagged him yet?” “Silly question! Byee.” Five minutes later, Sara greedily swallowed my cum. * We spent most of the day resting on the beach, we had a another full day’s cricket to follow tomorrow. Sara and I discussed our sex lives, being twelve years older than her I thought I would have more to tell. I was wrong, this girl had the sexual experience of her equally active mother. My twenty-year-old lover told me she had already taken part in female threesomes, fucked in public toilets, buses, and in the back of a taxi. Blow jobs, foot jobs and hand jobs were routine and she had been fucked in every orifice. Sara had been tied to beds and trees, but never fucked in the sea. I told her I would soon rectify that omission. Unknown to her sister she had participated in four amateur porn films which she promised to show me when we returned home. I was soon to discover she also had something else up her sleeve. Or should I say, between her legs! We also returned to the subject of polygamy. We had earlier agreed that, if we were to continue our sexual relationship back home, we would be free to have sex with other partners. I already had another female in mind, but I didn’t realise at the time it would be within 24 hours and someone totally unexpected! That night we made slow passionate love rather than outright fucking, both a little exhausted from the last few night’s sexual activities. But one incident I shall never forget. Early the next morning, Sunday, I crept out of bed for a pee, trying not to disturb the sleeping form beneath the duvet. Imagine my surprise to find Sara sat on the toilet openly stroking a very inflamed pussy. My cock, already with morning woody, swelled further, “I thought you were still asleep?” She grinned, “I was, but I needed to pee.” I studied her moving fingers, “You’re not peeing, you’re masturbating!” “Both darling, I often do the two together. Come and have a look.” I peered into the pan, her fingers were teasing her clit, accompanied by the occasional squirt of pee which she rubbed into the folds of her pussy. Stunned, but immensely turned on, I remembered I needed to piss too, and moved toward the shower where I would be able to pee with a hard-on, but Sara put out her hand and stopped me. “No Tom, do it here, I will make room for you.” With that she moved back on the pan and with some difficulty I pointed my hard cock into the space created. Sara then surprised me. As I started to piss she moved forward again, grabbed my cock and directed the golden stream directly on to her pussy. “Fuck,” she groaned, “This is nice,” and promptly renewed her violent attack on her clitoris. She reached her climax before I had fully emptied my bladder. “You are a very dirty girl.” I laughed at her. “I know.” She stood up, her pussy dripping, “Sit down Tom, you’ve seen nothing yet.” Apprehensively, I sat on the warm seat, my cock pointing to the heavens, I assumed she intended to fuck me with her pee soaked cunt. Instead, with a wicked gleam in her eyes she squatted with her lips touching my cock and whispered, “I didn’t quite finish.” As she spoke, she jetted a steam of urine over my erection while holding on to my cock, bringing back memories of a similar event in the shower room of my wealthy client Kamile. The sensation of the warm liquid turned me on and well before she had drained the final drops I pulled her down on to my cock and thrusted upward into her. In that position we fucked until we both climaxed, then kissed and washed in the shower. “I thought you said you didn’t approve of pee sex, Sara.” I commentated later. “I said that because I hadn’t ever done it. I wanted to try something new with you, that’s all. Are you disgusted?” “Not at all, a Turkish lady did that once with me in the shower, I was quite shocked then. Not this time though, you caught me off guard, that’s all,” I added hastily. She laughed, “I noticed, you fucked me like an animal.” I fingered her pussy, “You are an animal, darling, the most fuckable tiger I’ve ever had my cock inside.” “I think we are gether, do you mind that I am a lot younger?” I laughed, “That’s the silliest question I have ever heard!” She was thoughtful for a while as we dried each other. “Have you ever peed in the sea, Tom?” “Of course I have, everyone does that.” “Good, next time you do it I want to put my hand there, and you can do the same with me.” I laughed, “That too I have done before, I fucked the girl in the water straight after.” “Cool, will you fuck me in the sea as well? I told you I haven’t done that.” “My pleasure.” “…With everyone knowing what we are doing, but they can’t actually see anything!” “You’re a wicked girl. Suppose someone has a snorkel?” “Even better, we can watch him jack off under the water!” At breakfast, Simone the sexy black maid passed by our table and grinned at us, I wasn’t sure whether the obvious wink was meant for me or my lover. With our new polygamic pact I was now more determined to fuck this delightful creature, urged on by the fact that I had never slept with a black woman. Asian, yes. Eastern European, yes. Caribbean, no. The Kensington Oval, being Sunday and despite the inclement weather, was packed to the seams. Rooftops and trees had keen bodies clinging impossibly to them. Our own seats were in the same stand as on Friday. It didn’t seem like 48 hours since we had sat next to my old swinging friends, Sophie and Paul, and fucking them the same evening. Not that Sophie fucks, she lays back and receives cock like a queen, limp and uninvolved. Sorry Sophie, I like participation with my sex. According to Sara, she was much better with another woman. On this occasion England won the toss and once again I won’t bore my American friends with technical jargon. The rules of cricket are hard to understand this side of the pond, you guys have no chance. For the first hour Sara was unusually quiet, sex hadn’t been discussed at all, another subject for the Guinness Book of Records! In the drinks break she admitted to feeling a little under the weather. The day was unusually hot, the temperature and humidity both in the high nineties, and the famous Trade winds had taken Sunday off. But rain threatened and eventually disrupted the game. “Tom I’m sorry, I think I shall have to go, the heat doesn’t usually get to me, but maybe it’s all these people, I feel quite claustrophobic. And anyway, with this rain, not much is going to happen.” “Then I’ll come with you.” I got to my feet. She pushed me back in my seat, “No Tom, you stay and wait for the cricket to restart, this match is going to a be thriller, I know how much you were looking forward to it, especially as your friend is playing today.” Winston, the Jamaican bowler had, on tour in England, broken up with his girlfriend, and I had consoled him with British beer. Next day I’d fixed him up with an old flame and we had remained friends ever since. Tickets to big matches were the reward for supplying white pussy! I phoned my regular taxi guy. “Roger says he will be by the Sobers statue in ten minutes, Sara. I’ll see you after the match.” She shook her head, “Don’t forget I’m going out with the girls tonight.” I remembered that last night Sara had struck up conversation with some stewardesses from BA who used our hotel for stopovers. After assuring me she would feel better after a rest, she departed with a kiss. “See you, don’t fuck anyone unless they are bisexual!” “I promise!” How true that vow turned out to be! As promised, the match went right to the wire and England won at last in a reduced-overs contest. During the lunch break I’d struck up conversation with my neighbour, a stevedore at the adjacent seaport. When the rainstorm cleared and the game eventually restarted he asked where my girl had gone. “A little exhausted,” was my reply. “That’s cool man, keep your woman that way, then she won’t stray.” “Good idea.” Little did he know Sara! “You married, Grafton?” “Sure am, man. I keep her exhausted very night, that way she don’t go nowhere. But from what I hear, black women are more faithful than your white ones.” I laughed at my new friend, “I quite believe you.” Strauss hit a six into the stands and the English contingent in the stadium erupted. When we were all re-seated he continued. “You go with a black woman mister Tom, you won’t want anyone else.” Thoughts of the Bajan room maid aroused me, “Really, and why is that?” He leaned towards me, not that in this noise anyone would hear, “They love their pussies licked, man. And I mean real licked, lots of tongue, the whole goods. You do that with a black woman, you got her for life.” “I’ll try to remember that,” I laughed, little knowing how soon I would put his advice to the test. * High with England’s unexpected win, I’d returned to the hotel by six and checked Sara’s room, she had already left for her soiree. After all the recent sex I was secretly glad of a night off and, dressed only in loose boxers and armed with an evening’s supply of the local brew, switched on the plasma and sat on the bed to watch Sharon Stone part her legs for the umpteenth time. I had just prized open my second Banks when I heard the softest of knocks on the door and frustratingly I froze the TV with Sharon in the midst of her lesbian kiss. I peered through the spyhole, it was the delightful dusky maid, the very one who a few days ago had blatantly displayed her moist knickers and, much to Sara’s amusement, licked the head of my cock. I opened the door, this time her breast no longer had to remind me of her name. Simone was sporting a very short green pleated microskirt, the type that only black girls can get away with without looking sluttish, a bright orange tee shirt proudly displaying her perfect round C cup breasts, and a dazzling smile. She was barefoot. I studied her closely, she disclosed later that although dark, she was not one hundred per cent Caribbean. Although she had spent most of her youth on Barbados, she had been born of a French mother on nearby Martinique, and an Irish father. Her jet black hair was naturally straight, her eyes a startling sky blue. “A little late to do my room, Simone?” Behind my smile, I pretended to show surprise. She returned my stare with her own wicked smile, “Aren’t you going to invite me in then?” I stood aside, “Of course, where are my manners. Can I get you a drink?” “If you have any cold cokes I would love a rum please.” Everyone in Barbados drinks rum and coke. By the time I returned with her drink and added ice, Simone had sat on the sofa, her legs crossed, her dark skin glowing in the low light, her sexuality filling the room. She stared at the frozen lesbian scene on the screen. Aware that she was bisexual, I said, “Sara’s not here I’m afraid, she’s gone to a party with some friends.” She shook her head, “I know that, I didn’t come to see her, I came to see you.” My body trembled, my cock twitched, “Oh. What about your boyfriend, where is he?” “He’s gone to the same party, where else?” She grinned mischievously. While for a moment, while my mind was confused, my cock was totally conversant with the current events. It lurched in my pants, already half erect at the presence of this sexy young girl. Following her stare at my groin I suddenly I realized I was still only wearing boxers, and my erection was very apparent to all but the near blind. Hastily collecting my thoughts, I turned my back on Simone, and with the remote released Miss Stone from her erotic embrace. “I better change, I wasn’t expecting company.” She grabbed my hand, “No, Tom, you are fine as you are. You are dressed how I remember the other day, I like that.” She patted the sofa. “Perhaps you will remember how I was?” She uncrossed her legs revealing her crotch, this time protected with a narrow red strip, much thinner than the one she sported the other day in the bathroom, but as yet without the damp patch. Her intentions now obvious, I planned to change that pretty quick! If only English girls were as forward as this, Sara excepted of course! Nervously I sat down, much as I lusted after her youthful body, I still couldn’t believe that this teenage girl had come here to fuck, and on top of that, Sara might by now be coming on to her boyfriend. The physical attraction between them in the restaurant had been plain for all to see. “Simone, tell me what’s going on here, before I get the wrong end of the stick.” She giggled and placed her hand softly into the hardness in my groin. “I think I would like to get on the right end of this stick.” The warmth of her flesh permeated my boxers and I jumped at her touch. Somehow, I maintained an air of calmness, although the blood was racing through my cock. Was this a set-up and her boyfriend would come crashing through the door at any moment? And yet the other day she did suck the end of my cock with obvious pleasure, if only briefly. I had cottoned on to the bisexual part of her when she had kissed Sara lightly in the groin. Sara told me after that she had actually stuck her tongue in! “Before we go any further, Simone…” I looked down at the vertical tent in my pants, “… and it’s clear that I fancy you, but I want to know what’s going on.” The reader might think I was ignoring a gift horse in the mouth but this girl was not that far advanced from the age that she was licensed to fuck. I only had her word for it that she was eighteen. Simone let go of my cock, took a sip of her drink and moved to the bed, and I sat beside her against the pillows, our hands residing high on each other’s thigh. Her flesh was burning hot. She then went into a long explanation, “I happen to like sex, Tom, and yesterday I got talking to your friend Sara………” * A day earlier in the Beach Bar Mart was cleaning glasses when his girlfriend sidled up to him and placed an arm around his firm waist. At 21 he was nearly three years older than her and at least a foot taller. “Hi Sim, what’s up?” “Nothing honey, I just finished the ninth floor, thought I would say hello before doing the tenth.” “That’s cool, I might be late tonight, big party coming in for the cricket tomorrow, a lot of TV people.” She cast her eyes around the restaurant, “It’s certainly quiet now, I couldn’t do your job, too boring.” Simone stood on her toes to kiss her boyfriend and pressed her hand affectionately into his groin. She started in surprise. “Mart, you have a hard-on!” He laughed, pushing her hand away, “Thinking of you sweetie.” “Liar! You were staring at her again, I saw you before I came in.” He grinned sheepishly, trying not to stare at the blonde sitting on the sea wall, “Well, there’s not much else to look at around here today, and you have to agree she is rather attractive, for a white woman that is,” he added hastily. “Fucking sexy is my word for it!” “Ha-ha, so you fancy her too?” The conversation paused while Martin served a customer. As soon as he was out of earshot, she continued. “I fancy her boyfriend actually. I didn’t tell you that I walked in on a threesome the other day.” “Wow, tell me more, did they ask you to join in?” Simone nodded. She dragged a stool behind the bar, perched her little bottom on it and unzipped her boyfriend’s fly. While she fondled his dark cock she told him how she was invited to join in the erotic sex session in Julie’s bedroom but declined, only to sneak a look a few minutes later. She had watched the man’s cock slide in and out of the brunette while the blonde got her own pleasure on his face. The blonde girl called Sara had looked up and spotted Simone in the doorway and silently beckoned her to join in the fun, but Simone had shaken her head and put her finger to her lips. Sara had grinned when she realised that Simone was masturbating under her skirt. As soon as they all apparently climaxed together Simone had silently closed the door and returned to her work. “Fuck, I wish I had your job. What did you do? Masturbate?” “Not then, but you know me, I wanted to. But a few minutes later the blonde and the man had caught me on my knees in the bathroom of their other room. I had these panties on.” Simone hoisted up her skirt. “Wow, that was a nice horny sight for them!” “I realised they had come to the room to fuck and was really tempted when they asked me if I would like to join them, especially when the man flashed his cock at me.” “Was he hard?” “Like a pole! The blonde girl got it out for him and pointed it at me. A lovely fat white cock, Mart, as you know it’s something I’ve never experienced.” She omitted to confess that she had very briefly sucked the tip of the white man’s cock, followed by a quick lick of the girl’s pink pussy flesh. “I told them that my boyfriend wouldn’t approve and then fled.” All the same, she had been sorely tempted to join them as she fancied them both but had great fear of being caught, especially as she had more rooms to do. As she had closed the door she had tasted a wetness on her lips. It was the man’s pre-cum! In the next room she’d idly touched herself wondering what the full load from a white man would taste like. With a glass to the wall she had listened to them fuck, timing her own orgasm with theirs. Martin gripped her arm as she caressed his ever stiffening cock. “I wouldn’t have minded if you had, Sim, because I quite fancy this blonde woman, I’ve seen her eye me up a couple of times.” “I had noticed,” she grinned, gripping his black rod more tightly. As if on cue, Sara got up from the table and passed by the bar on the way to the loo, flashing them both a knowing grin as she passed, Martin’s hand-held cock was out of sight below the bar. “I think she knows I was talking about her,” he laughed, knowing that an orgasm would soon overcome him if his girlfriend did not cease her stroking movement up and down his cock. “You better hurry up then, I quite fancy her myself!” laughed Simone. She glanced left and right, then, lowering herself out of sight, took his stiff member into her mouth, tasting his liquid excitement. She sucked him hard for a full couple of minutes and he was milliseconds from flooding her mouth when he saw Sara returning from the bathroom. Quickly Simone stood up, her face flushed with excitement, her dark lips moist with his pre-cum. Sara tactfully avoided looking at them as she returned to join Tom. Martin saw she was still grinning when she sat back at her table.. “We’ll finish this later sweetie and talk about what to do.” Mart gripped his sensitive cock and grinned at his girlfriend of fifteen months, “I have to finish myself off now, fancy a quick trip to the bathroom?” “We daren’t, Mart, if we get caught we will both get the sack. You go, I will wait here and serve any customers.” Mart dashed off and returned five minutes later with a big grin, and a considerably smaller cock! Simone was serving a couple of rum punches, when the customers had returned to the beach she resumed their earlier conversation. “So what about it, Mart? Shall we do it?” Martin grinned at her question, the intent clear in her eyes, “This will be new to us, we haven’t done it with white people before.” “You really fancy some white pussy then?” She pointed to the back of Sara, “That white pussy?” “Of course I do, just like I can tell you want your first white cock. What’s his name?” “Tom.” Martin and Simone’s relationship, in common with many couples of their age group, was very much open. She discovered and acted out her bisexuality at the young age of twelve with her best friend at school. Following many years of fumbling and oral sex she finally lost her virginity to a boy at seventeen and met up with Mart a few months later. They had been lovers ever since. As in the rest of the civilised world the Credit Crunch had struck hard in the Caribbean, particularly within the teenage sector. Drinking, smoking and drug taking, previously excessive, was now out of the equation. Already very promiscuous, the two lovers were encouraged by friends to explore their deeper sexuality, attending private parties and sex clubs, and eventually swapping partners within their intimate circle of friends. There had never been, until now, any question of white people being involved. It was thought that they had big mouths and would be less discreet. Some more customers came to the bar and Simone smiled, “I’d better go, sweetie. Shall I see what I can fix up?” “Yes, it could be fun.” * A few hours later Simone intercepted Sara outside her room, she was alone. “Can I come in for a moment, Sara?” Sara immediately assumed that the maid wanted sex and patted the bed beside her as she sat down, but Simone remained standing. “Much as I would like to, I can’t stop, Sara, I am already behind with my work, I came to ask you something.” Sara took her hand, “Go on.” “I hope you won’t be embarrassed.” “Ha-ha, I stopped being embarrassed after my mother first caught me masturbating!” Simone gulped and took a long breath, “Do you want to fuck my boyfriend?” Sara’s eyes widened, that very thought had been foremost in her mind for several hours, but she decided to be cautious, sensing a trap. “Why do you ask that?” “I have seen the way you look at him, and just know, that’s all.” “Do you mind that?” “Of course not, I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” “So why are you here, Simone?” “To tell you its okay for you to sleep with Mart if I can have sex with your boyfriend.” “What, Tom?” “Yes, I have never had a white cock, and I know he fancies me.” Sara laughed, “As it happens I have never been with a black guy either, apart from a blow job in a cinema once.” She sighed at the memory, recalling the mess on the seat. “Well,” Simone grinned, “There we are then.” She leaned forward and kissed Sara fully on the lips. Sara, still a little stunned, gripped her shoulders and whispered in her ear. “I have never been with a black girl either, why don’t you stay?” * Tom’s bedroom, present time “And did you stay, Simone?” I asked her with a sly grin. By now she had extracted my cock from it’s meagre covering and was stroking it gently. I had one hand around her shoulders, the other was exploring her inner thigh, my little finger barely touching her panty crease. My first touch of her skin had excited me no end. I had, at the tender age of 32, discovered the ultra sleek silkiness of a black woman’s flesh. I leaned forward and licked the faint sheen of sweat lodged between her small round breasts, before softly presenting my lips to hers. We kissed slowly, exploring each other’s mouths, her lips felt full against mine, whilst her hands explored the girth of my cock. She pulled away and shook her head, “I still had rooms to do, but I did fancy her, Tom. I’ve been with girls before.” Something niggled me and I held her at shoulder distance, “So how did you know I would be here alone this evening, Simone?” “Your friend told me this afternoon.” “Sara?” She nodded, and licked her full lips. I so wanted them around my cock again, this time with all six and a half inches inside. I looked into her face thoughtfully, “That’s odd, she became sick at the cricket and went back to her room to bed.” Simone grinned slyly at me in reply, “She did, I was in bed with her!” “Fuck!” “Exactly! My first white woman, Tom.” She looked down at the wet weeping head of my cock, “And now, hopefully, my first white man.” “No hope to it, darling, you’ve got it. Period!” I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with hunger. She tasty faintly of garlic, but her tongue informed me of her urgency to have sex. I stopped again and she raised her eyes in question, I wanted to know more about this afternoon. The thought of black and white girls in bed together excited me just as much as having Simone next to me ready to fuck. Well, almost! “Did you and Sara…? She breathed heavily into my mouth, “Yes we did, we licked each other, if that’s what you’re asking, and we both had lovely orgasms, very different to what you men do. She tasted lovely too, just like me. Black or white, it doesn’t make any difference.” Her head moved down to my cock, “Now I want to taste you. And see if you are different, I only got a little bit the other day, now I want it all.” I was about to reply with some crude comment but she put a finger to my lips and silenced me as she first licked the pre-cum off the tip and spread it down the shaft of my trembling cock. I delved into her low-cut top and cupped a warm breast, bringing a nipple to my lips. She sighed when I sucked on the little erect bud. Simone fucked in that enthusiastic amateurish way that only an 18 year old can, breathing hard and biting my neck as we humped desperately against the edge of the bed, her eagerness almost to the point of being embarrassing; hardly surprising when I learned later that she had been a virgin up until only a year or so ago! I remember apologising for ejaculating too quickly. Well, wouldn’t you in that situation? A sexy black girl, clearly on heat and desperate for her first white cock? Although my motto is ‘girls-cum-first’ she clearly enjoyed pleasing me and suggested it would be her turn shortly. We removed the remainder of our clothing and soaped each other in the shower, slowly getting aroused again. Then, after drying each other off and covering ourselves in Paco Robane, she loved the smell, we sat naked watching some soft porn on the TV, slowly caressing and masturbating each other towards the next round. Simone’s pussy really intrigued me, and I was reminded of the words by the older Grafton at the cricket. “Caribbean women love to be licked,” he had advised, “Lots of tongue.” She was quite hairy down there, but the curly tight black pubes were trimmed to modest bikini lines. Her lips were a deep purple with bright pink smooth flesh inside, my first black pussy. While she remained glued to the screen I buried my face in her scented haven and took my first lick of her Bajan honey pot. She tasted sweet and divine. I looked up at her face between her pert little tits. “Have you heard of Alphabet Sex?” I asked her, my face wet with her scented juices. She looked at me curiously, “No, what’s that?” “Lie back and enjoy, you will see.” With my fingers I exposed her little clitoris. The tip of my tongue traced a shape on the hard pink button. She shivered and I repeated it. “That was the letter A”, I explained. “I will repeat it ten times, then letter ‘B’, and so on.” She groaned with the increased contact of the letter ‘B’, “Fuck, this is nice.” I grinned up at her contorted face, “So what do you think will be your favourite letter?” I poked my finger into her pussy while she considered the possibilities. Then she grinned, “I think ‘W’ will be nice.” We didn’t get that far, she exploded on the letter S! I had a job keeping her still, her orgasm so intense, but as she wound down I slowly worked through to the letter Z where she asked me to remain until she came again. I remember her lack of surprise when I probed a gentle finger into her tight little asshole. She shared with me later that she lost her anal virginity only days after her vaginal one. I vowed to fuck her in the ass before I left the island, a promise I regrettably never kept, Sara’s pussy kept me too occupied! She kissed my wet face passionately when I returned from her steamy private jungle. This was the type of safari I enjoyed, the pussy cat very well tamed! “Caribbean films have proper fucking,” she remarked a little breathlessly, pointing to the obviously faked screen coupling which had half her attention. “I’ll pay if you want see some real fucking,” I suggested, picking up the remote, but she shook her head and grinned and, holding my stiff cock erect, installed another condom with her mouth, and promptly climbed on top of me. She kissed my lips wetly and we both gasped as she slithered down my pole. “This real Caribbean fucking!” she grinned in my face, “And thank you for the alphabet thing, I must tell Mart about that.” And real fuck it was, in anyone’s country! For a while her tight pussy assaulted me from above while I supported her bouncing breasts, she squealing in delight when I chewed on the nearest nipple. Simone then leapt off me and presented her ass in the air and for a moment I wondered if she wanted me to take her anally, but she held open her bright pink pussy lips in invitation. I took her sweet young cunt deeply from behind while she rapidly frigged herself to a third noisy orgasm. I don’t climax easily again so soon with condoms so, while she calmed down I took the opportunity of once again exploring her intriguing honey pot with my tongue, my nose buried in the musky aroma of her curly pubic hair, finally teasing her tiny clitoris to another, but quieter, orgasm. Most girls I know love to be kissed while having sex and Simone was no exception. She glued herself to my mouth when I turned her over on to her back and swiftly entered her again, this time holding her legs in the air, with her hands held down overhead on the pillow. My tongue made love to her mouth in time with my deep thrusting lower down. In this position her youthful vaginal walls were gripping me tightly but when she sensed I was ready to cum she pushed me away. “Cum! I want to see you cum!” she cried and pointed to her dark sweating breasts. Immediately catching on, I whipped off the condom and she watched intently as I squirted my cream up the length of her body, making sure I covered those gorgeous young dark tits, one spurt settling neatly under her chin. To cap the erotic occasion she put one finger into a small dollop next to her right nipple and placed it between her lips! This girl obviously watched too much porn at home! Before now I have jetted my spunk over deeply tanned bodies, but seeing my cum plastered over the glowing dusky skin of this young horny woman made me squeeze out the final drops with even more determination. She was still high as a kite, and with sheer delight I watched her massage my spunk into her tits with one hand, paying careful attention to her engorged nipples, while with the other she frigged herself off into yet another grateful climax. To add icing to the cake, she finally leant over me and licked the remainder of the cum off my shrinking member. “If all the women on this island like sex as much as you do, I think I shall come and live here,” I laughed, still a little out of breath. She replied, her tongue exploring my shaft and which still refused to slacken most of its rigidity, “From what my friends tell me, I am quite normal. We all love to have sex, as often as possible. And not just with our own boyfriends.” After a quick fondle in another much needed shower we both fell naked, body to body into an exhausted sleep; after all she had been working, and I’d had to struggle through a day’s thrilling cricket viewing! We fucked yet again when she woke me at dawn, pushing herself back on to me after finding me erect. Being a morning person it didn’t take much persuasion to fill her with some freshly brewed man-juice while she joyfully played with herself. While lying together, our juices seeping out onto the already dampened sheet, my brain returned to its allocated position in my anatomy and I solemnly considered the stupidity of not using my one remaining condom; but Simone assured me she was clean and on the pill. Also I felt further relief knowing I was safe myself. “Cum is much nicer without rubber,” she declared, heading for the bedside coffee pot while clutching a tissue between her thighs. I soon forgot the condom issue (forgive the pun) and was standing shaving in the bathroom when this delightful teenager surprised me yet again by squatting down and delving into the front of my boxers, feeding my limp cock into her mouth. “This is to say thank you for my first white cock.” Despite the early morning encounter I hardened instantly on her tongue. “You said thank you last night Simone, three times to be precise.” Erotically she held the head of my cock against her tongue as she looked up at me, vigorously shaking her head, “No, no. Yesterday I wanted to fuck, you wanted to fuck, and we did fuck. This...” she paused, with a long lick over my balls and up the length of my shaft, “...this is to say thank you mister thick white cock. Now I’ll give you a Bajan blowjob.” For the uninitiated who have never been to the Caribbean, a local blowjob is cocksucking a la crème. Apparently, as today I discovered to my pleasure, the woman (or male if that’s your choice) performs half the job before her man prepares her some breakfast, his reward for that being ‘full’ completion afterward. Then she sends him satisfied off to work. After ordering room service, Simone used fingers, tongue and mouth, not forgetting the little finger in my small round hole, and quickly brought me close to the point of no return. At the knock on the door she stopped and hid in the bathroom while our breakfast was wheeled in. “Now we eat!” Confined to that small room, I remembered struggling through croissants and coffee in total discomfort and frustration, but the wait was well worth it. Half an hour later she sat on the bed as I held her head, fucked her mouth and exploded into her throat with a pent-up force way beyond anything I could ever have imagined. And that says a lot because I have had the pleasure of a few very sexy mouths wrapped around my cock. As she sucked out the last drops I had to ask her to stop, the excitement had turned into extreme sensitivity! And to complete the picture she merrily gulped the lot down with a huge grin! And poked out her pink tongue to prove it! I took her hands in mine, “Simone, as you will probably guess I have had many, many blowjobs but I cross my heart when I say that was the best cock sucking I have ever known.” She grinned, licking the remainder of my spunk from her lips. “Where did you learn to do that?” “I’ll tell you a little secret. Although I promised myself I wouldn’t have sex until I was seventeen I sucked off my first boy when I was twelve. So I have had plenty of time to get it right.” “Wow, how old was he?” “He was twelve too, in the same class as me. It only lasted a couple of minutes and it was very messy. But the boy, even though we didn’t know what we were doing, obviously enjoyed it so much that we did it again. And again!” “I bet.” I laughed, thinking to myself I wish this girl had sucked my cock when I was twelve. At that age I was still exploring the wonders of self-satisfaction! “Then he told his older brother about it and naturally he wanted his share and he taught me how to do it properly.” “Did he try to fuck you?” “Of course he did, and his younger brother. It was only by giving them blowjobs that I managed to last out until I was seventeen. I promised him he would be the first.” “And was he?” Miraculously my cock was still hard, possibly assisted by the fact that, while she was talking, Simone was gently licking my balls! “Yes. And before you ask, it was very good. He was already quite experienced because he had already been fucking other girls for a year or so himself.” As Simone sensed my increasing desire, she stroked me a little more firmly, “When did you lose your virginity, Tom?” I recalled that night in the tent with one of my childhood sweethearts, “I was sixteen and Carol was two years older. Like your boyfriend’s older brother she was more experienced than me.” With her spare hand Simone was softly exploring her wet pussy, I was still as hard as iron in her hand. “Fancy another fuck, Simone?” “I would love to, Tom, but I better get back home and see what Mart is up to, then I have to work.” “Sleeping, if he has any sense. He must be missing you.” Simone looked at me curiously, “I doubt that if he has the woman in bed with him that I think he has.” “While the cat’s away eh? Anyone you know?” She giggled, “Someone you know actually.” Her eyes were locked with mine. Suddenly it dawned on me, “Sara? I know she kept talking about him.” She nodded, “Mart’s fancied her since you both arrived here.” I laughed, “I think the feeling was mutual. So we’ve done a swap then? Is that okay with you? I sense from the look on your face it might be.” “We made a deal, Tom, I told him he could go with her if I could sleep with you. Mart and I have been having sex with other couples for some time now, it’s great fun. Perhaps the four of us could get together before you go back?” The thought of seeing Sara receiving a black cock in her favourite position from behind made me twitch in her hand. “Obviously the answer is yes!” Simone laughed. “Yes, I’ve done it before, it was really hot.” I refrained from mentioning the other night on the balcony with Catherine and Bob. She looked thoughtfully down at my cock, “Perhaps I can fix something up.” She looked at the bedside clock, “Tom, I have five minutes and now I’m feeling randy again too. How about a quick wank?” I grinned, I needed to cum somehow, “Two conditions. We wank each other and I get to cum in your face.” She quickly started to pump me faster as I fondled her sticky cunt, “Deal, I like that!” We made it in four with her cumming on the end of my fingers, following which I climbed up her body as she wanked me off into her face. I kissed her wet nose as my cum dribbled down on to her tongue. She grabbed a corner of the bedsheet. “Don’t worry,” she laughed when she saw the look on my face, “It’s my job to clear it up. Yours isn’t the only wet bed around here! We call this place Hotel Horny!” She dressed hastily and, with a peep out of the door for the all-clear, she blew me a kiss and disappeared. * The next day Sara and I flew to St Lucia for the second leg of our cricket tour. Under cover of my jacket, she held my cock the whole way while we both shared our first experience of sex with a black girl, and she with a black cock. To be continued