Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. After a romantic dinner I charmed my way into Julie's bed, joined the following morning by her promiscuous sister. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings.
Following the long flight and only two hours of sleep and many more of sex, Julie had requested Sara and I leave her to rest. Eager to satiate the lust for each other, the younger sister and I readily agreed and headed off to my room. It was still only mid-morning of our first full day at the Barbados resort.
5. Sara
"Do you and your sister have sex together a lot?" I asked as we made our way down the corridor, "She never said anything to me about being bisexual."
Sara shook her head, "She's not really. That was the first time since our teens that we have kissed like that, so you were very privileged just now. We've never had oral sex, we just used to kiss and finger until we came. She is not into pussy like I am."
We passed a couple in the corridor who gave us a curious glance. When I looked down I could see why, my erection was not too well concealed. I looked back over my shoulder and the woman did the same. We both grinned, the intentions of Sara and I were patently obvious!
"So have you been with many girls?" A typical male thirst for knowledge!
"A few, I have a regular girlfriend Linda back home" she laughed, "She's madder than I am! But just at this moment I want cock. Yours please."
With that, as we approached my room, she grabbed hold of the tent in my pants. In return I slipped my hand under her tee shirt and fondled her smooth round ass. She pointed ahead, counting down the room numbers.
"Tom, isn't that your room, with the trolley outside?"
"Yes, why?"
"The door's open."
What was inside that door was far more interesting. The breast called Simone was on her knees doing something important to my bathroom floor. Her skirt had risen over the top of her dark thighs, displaying a bright yellow strip of cotton covering her crotch, the crease of her pussy clearly outlined. And I swear I could perceive a narrow dampness.
We stood still in the doorway, caressing each other and admiring the view, both of us instantly lusting after this young woman.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," Sara breathed lightly in my ear, rubbing my erection through my pants.
"More like a sight for a hard cock," I whispered back.
"You ever had black pussy, Tom?"
I shook my head, both of us still rooted to the spot "You?"
"No, but if they are all like this, I wouldn't mind!"
My fingers found Sara's wet pussy lips from the rear. I inserted one. Deeply. She was soaking wet, so ready for some cock. My cock.
For a few more seconds we watched the maid's ass wobble invitingly as she cleaned the floor, the yellow g-string straining at her crotch. Sara inadvertently moaned as I inserted two more fingers into her soaking love canal and, with a start, Simone turned around and gasped at the semi-erotic display in the doorway. Sara was grasping the very visible lump in my pants, and me with my hand out of sight under her tee shirt. Still kneeling, the maid quickly collected her wits.
"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to use the room?" She nodded knowingly towards the bedroom, Sara's hand on my cock clearly stated our lustful intentions.
"Yes please," I replied, "But there's no rush, carry on with what you were doing." The view was too good to spoil.
"Yes there is," whispered Sara fiercely into my ear. "I want to fuck! Like now!"
"No problem, I have finished anyway." Simone grinned and made to stand up but one foot slipped on the wet floor. Sara grabbed her hand to steady her. Still holding on, she stared into her face, their eyes locking in acknowledgement of their mutual bisexuality. If I wasn't present I am sure they would headed straight for the bed.
She spoke softly, their lips inches apart, I so wanted them to kiss. "You are welcome to stay, Simone, we would both very much like you to, I think you know that."
Simone was breathing heavily, whether it was from the near fall or from sexual desire, I wasn't sure, but her breasts were rising and falling under her uniform. She remained silent, her eyes glancing at me then back at my prospective lover, clearly undecided.
Still clutching Simone's hand, Sara pulled it forward and pressed it against my cock. To give the girl credit she didn't pull away in shock, in fact she did the opposite. When Sara switched to stroke Simone's breast, the maid's hand remained on my pants, her fingers delicately tracing the outline of my erection. The atmosphere was electric. The right words and I knew all three of us would be fucking in an instant.
I spoke the wrong words, "We both want to fuck you, Simone," I spoke frankly. Intuitively, from the scenario in Julie's room, and the way the maid was returning Sara's glances, I was firmly convinced she was bisexual.
Still shaking, and still gripping my cock lightly, the dusky teenager spoke at last.
"I…I can't, my boyfriend would kill me. You two are lovely and sexy, but no."
She made to move away but Sara grabbed her arm, "Let's see if you really mean no. Tom, show her your cock."
I hesitated, worried that Sara was maybe pushing things too far to the extent we could get thrown out of the hotel if the girl complained. But to my surprise and delight the maid took things into her own hand, literally. Reaching out with her free hand, and grinning, she unzipped my shorts and out sprang one very healthy erect cock.
Simone's eyes widened, and she made no further move to pull way. "Fuck," she exclaimed, "That's so beautiful."
Sara laughed, "I wouldn't call cocks beautiful, but they do have their uses!"
"I disagree, this is a lovely cock."
I joined in, "Anyone would think you haven't see one before, Simone. They all look pretty much alike you know. They just vary in size, that's all."
"Not a white one I haven't. Not hard like that anyway."
