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.
