Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 07

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

Sara and I spent the next few nights together in my bed and, at the cricket we met up with some old swinging friends. The foursome that followed was disappointing, unlike the chance meeting later that night on a darkened balcony. Bob and Catherine were from Montreal and anxious to try their first swinging experience. They were not to be disappointed!

7. The Maid

In the middle of a delicious and unexpected blowjob my mobile rang. Nobody rings when I am away so I assumed it had to be important, or of course a female requiring penile attention. It was neither, it was Julie, the married woman who I had screwed on our first night here in Barbados. She was by now firmly encamped on Antigua with her ex lover.

"Hi Julie, what's up?" Sara ceased the expert suction on my cock, but as soon as she heard the voice of her elder sister she resumed her ministrations.

"Fuck him," growled Julie.

"Fuck who?"

"Fuck my husband, that's who."

"Why? What's he done now?"

"He's only been seen in our local pub with his arms around his slutty secretary."

"Indiscreet you mean?"

"Blatant I think is the word for it, only rubbing my nose in it. Fucking cunt."

Sara looked up at me, the head of my cock dribbling on her lips, and I grinned, "That's awful, who told you?"

"Brian, the manager, I used to work there. He texted me, thought I ought to know."

"What are you going to do about it?"

With a twinkle in her eyes, Sara licked away my pre-cum. I was perched on the edge of the bed, she was on her knees.

"I am going to live with David, Tom. We have both been cheated on and I am going to have lots of sex with him, and I don't care who knows."

"Good for you, have one for me."

She paused, sounding concerned, "Why, aren't you getting any? What about Sara?"

"The opposite, darling, she's right here with her head buried between my legs."

"God, doesn't she ever stop? Put her on will you."

Sara reluctantly lifted her head off my cock and took the phone, "Hi Sis, I'm busy."

"Never mind that, I'm sure Tom can wait. I've decided I am going to leave James."

Sara laughed, "So I gathered. Good for you, the wanker never deserved you in the first place. So has this anything to do with all the recent fucking you've been getting?"

I heard a faint giggle as I stroked the combination of Sara's saliva and my pre-cum into my cock, "I'd be lying if I said no, David and Tom have opened my eyes to what I have been missing."

Sara giggled, "He's opened my eyes too. And other things!"

"Oh really, so what have you two been up to then? Or perhaps I shouldn't ask?"

"Oh, nothing much really. Just lots of sex and a couple of foursomes thrown in for good measure!"

Julie giggled, "So, nothing new then!"

"You're wrong, darling, I'd never done that before. And Tom had me up the bum. Believe it or not, it was only his second time. If you remember his cock you can imagine why!"

"How can I forget? So how did he get that fat thing up there, or daren't I ask?"

"Loads of KY and my vib in my pussy. It was amazing, you should try that sometime."

I heard Julie laugh, "I might have to, David has a big one too! Look, I gotta go, Sara, he's taking me out for the day."

"Okay, have you shagged him yet?"

"Silly question! Byee."

Five minutes later, Sara greedily swallowed my cum.

*

We spent most of the day resting on the beach, we had a another full day's cricket to follow tomorrow. Sara and I discussed our sex lives, being twelve years older than her I thought I would have more to tell. I was wrong, this girl had the sexual experience of her equally active mother.

My twenty-year-old lover told me she had already taken part in female threesomes, fucked in public toilets, buses, and in the back of a taxi. Blow jobs, foot jobs and hand jobs were routine and she had been fucked in every orifice. Sara had been tied to beds and trees, but never fucked in the sea. I told her I would soon rectify that omission. Unknown to her sister she had participated in four amateur porn films which she promised to show me when we returned home. I was soon to discover she also had something else up her sleeve. Or should I say, between her legs!

We also returned to the subject of polygamy. We had earlier agreed that, if we were to continue our sexual relationship back home, we would be free to have sex with other partners. I already had another female in mind, but I didn't realise at the time it would be within 24 hours and someone totally unexpected!

That night we made slow passionate love rather than outright fucking, both a little exhausted from the last few night's sexual activities. But one incident I shall never forget. Early the next morning, Sunday, I crept out of bed for a pee, trying not to disturb the sleeping form beneath the duvet. Imagine my surprise to find Sara sat on the toilet openly stroking a very inflamed pussy.


My cock, already with morning woody, swelled further, "I thought you were still asleep?"

She grinned, "I was, but I needed to pee."

I studied her moving fingers, "You're not peeing, you're masturbating!"

"Both darling, I often do the two together. Come and have a look."

I peered into the pan, her fingers were teasing her clit, accompanied by the occasional squirt of pee which she rubbed into the folds of her pussy.

Stunned, but immensely turned on, I remembered I needed to piss too, and moved toward the shower where I would be able to pee with a hard-on, but Sara put out her hand and stopped me. "No Tom, do it here, I will make room for you." With that she moved back on the pan and with some difficulty I pointed my hard cock into the space created.

Sara then surprised me. As I started to piss she moved forward again, grabbed my cock and directed the golden stream directly on to her pussy.

"Fuck," she groaned, "This is nice," and promptly renewed her violent attack on her clitoris. She reached her climax before I had fully emptied my bladder.

"You are a very dirty girl." I laughed at her.

"I know." She stood up, her pussy dripping, "Sit down Tom, you've seen nothing yet."

Apprehensively, I sat on the warm seat, my cock pointing to the heavens, I assumed she intended to fuck me with her pee soaked cunt. Instead, with a wicked gleam in her eyes she squatted with her lips touching my cock and whispered, "I didn't quite finish."

As she spoke, she jetted a steam of urine over my erection while holding on to my cock, bringing back memories of a similar event in the shower room of my wealthy client Kamile. The sensation of the warm liquid turned me on and well before she had drained the final drops I pulled her down on to my cock and thrusted upward into her. In that position we fucked until we both climaxed, then kissed and washed in the shower.

"I thought you said you didn't approve of pee sex, Sara." I commentated later.

"I said that because I hadn't ever done it. I wanted to try something new with you, that's all. Are you disgusted?"

"Not at all, a Turkish lady did that once with me in the shower, I was quite shocked then. Not this time though, you caught me off guard, that's all," I added hastily.

She laughed, "I noticed, you fucked me like an animal."

I fingered her pussy, "You are an animal, darling, the most fuckable tiger I've ever had my cock inside."

"I think we are exciting together, do you mind that I am a lot younger?"

I laughed, "That's the silliest question I have ever heard!"

She was thoughtful for a while as we dried each other.

"Have you ever peed in the sea, Tom?"

"Of course I have, everyone does that."

"Good, next time you do it I want to put my hand there, and you can do the same with me."

I laughed, "That too I have done before, I fucked the girl in the water straight after."

"Cool, will you fuck me in the sea as well? I told you I haven't done that."

"My pleasure."

"...With everyone knowing what we are doing, but they can't actually see anything!"

"You're a wicked girl. Suppose someone has a snorkel?"

"Even better, we can watch him jack off under the water!"

At breakfast, Simone the sexy black maid passed by our table and grinned at us, I wasn't sure whether the obvious wink was meant for me or my lover. With our new polygamic pact I was now more determined to fuck this delightful creature, urged on by the fact that I had never slept with a black woman. Asian, yes. Eastern European, yes. Caribbean, no.

The Kensington Oval, being Sunday and despite the inclement weather, was packed to the seams. Rooftops and trees had keen bodies clinging impossibly to them. Our own seats were in the same stand as on Friday. It didn't seem like 48 hours since we had sat next to my old swinging friends, Sophie and Paul, and fucking them the same evening. Not that Sophie fucks, she lays back and receives cock like a queen, limp and uninvolved. Sorry Sophie, I like participation with my sex. According to Sara, she was much better with another woman.

On this occasion England won the toss and once again I won't bore my American friends with technical jargon. The rules of cricket are hard to understand this side of the pond, you guys have no chance.

For the first hour Sara was unusually quiet, sex hadn't been discussed at all, another subject for the Guinness Book of Records! In the drinks break she admitted to feeling a little under the weather. The day was unusually hot, the temperature and humidity both in the high nineties, and the famous Trade winds had taken Sunday off. But rain threatened and eventually disrupted the game.

"Tom I'm sorry, I think I shall have to go, the heat doesn't usually get to me, but maybe it's all these people, I feel quite claustrophobic. And anyway, with this rain, not much is going to happen."

"Then I'll come with you." I got to my feet.

She pushed me back in my seat, "No Tom, you stay and wait for the cricket to restart, this match is going to a be thriller, I know how much you were looking forward to it, especially as your friend is playing today."

Winston, the Jamaican bowler had, on tour in England, broken up with his girlfriend, and I had consoled him with British beer. Next day I'd fixed him up with an old flame and we had remained friends ever since. Tickets to big matches were the reward for supplying white pussy!

I phoned my regular taxi guy.

"Roger says he will be by the Sobers statue in ten minutes, Sara. I'll see you after the match."

She shook her head, "Don't forget I'm going out with the girls tonight."

I remembered that last night Sara had struck up conversation with some stewardesses from BA who used our hotel for stopovers. After assuring me she would feel better after a rest, she departed with a kiss. "See you, don't fuck anyone unless they are bisexual!"

"I promise!" How true that vow turned out to be!

As promised, the match went right to the wire and England won at last in a reduced-overs contest. During the lunch break I'd struck up conversation with my neighbour, a stevedore at the adjacent seaport. When the rainstorm cleared and the game eventually restarted he asked where my girl had gone.

"A little exhausted," was my reply.

"That's cool man, keep your woman that way, then she won't stray."

"Good idea." Little did he know Sara! "You married, Grafton?"

"Sure am, man. I keep her exhausted very night, that way she don't go nowhere. But from what I hear, black women are more faithful than your white ones."

I laughed at my new friend, "I quite believe you."

Strauss hit a six into the stands and the English contingent in the stadium erupted. When we were all re-seated he continued. "You go with a black woman mister Tom, you won't want anyone else."

Thoughts of the Bajan room maid aroused me, "Really, and why is that?"

He leaned towards me, not that in this noise anyone would hear, "They love their pussies licked, man. And I mean real licked, lots of tongue, the whole goods. You do that with a black woman, you got her for life."

"I'll try to remember that," I laughed, little knowing how soon I would put his advice

to the test.

*

High with England's unexpected win, I'd returned to the hotel by six and checked Sara's room, she had already left for her soiree. After all the recent sex I was secretly glad of a night off and, dressed only in loose boxers and armed with an evening's supply of the local brew, switched on the plasma and sat on the bed to watch Sharon Stone part her legs for the umpteenth time.

I had just prized open my second Banks when I heard the softest of knocks on the door and frustratingly I froze the TV with Sharon in the midst of her lesbian kiss.

I peered through the spyhole, it was the delightful dusky maid, the very one who a few days ago had blatantly displayed her moist knickers and, much to Sara's amusement, licked the head of my cock.

I opened the door, this time her breast no longer had to remind me of her name. Simone was sporting a very short green pleated microskirt, the type that only black girls can get away with without looking sluttish, a bright orange tee shirt proudly displaying her perfect round C cup breasts, and a dazzling smile. She was barefoot. I studied her closely, she disclosed later that although dark, she was not one hundred per cent Caribbean. Although she had spent most of her youth on Barbados, she had been born of a French mother on nearby Martinique, and an Irish father. Her jet black hair was naturally straight, her eyes a startling sky blue.

"A little late to do my room, Simone?" Behind my smile, I pretended to show surprise.

She returned my stare with her own wicked smile, "Aren't you going to invite me in then?"

I stood aside, "Of course, where are my manners. Can I get you a drink?"

"If you have any cold cokes I would love a rum please." Everyone in Barbados drinks rum and coke.

By the time I returned with her drink and added ice, Simone had sat on the sofa, her legs crossed, her dark skin glowing in the low light, her sexuality filling the room. She stared at the frozen lesbian scene on the screen.

Aware that she was bisexual, I said, "Sara's not here I'm afraid, she's gone to a party with some friends."

She shook her head, "I know that, I didn't come to see her, I came to see you."

My body trembled, my cock twitched, "Oh. What about your boyfriend, where is he?"

"He's gone to the same party, where else?" She grinned mischievously.

While for a moment, while my mind was confused, my cock was totally conversant with the current events. It lurched in my pants, already half erect at the presence of this sexy young girl. Following her stare at my groin I suddenly I realized I was still only wearing boxers, and my erection was very apparent to all but the near blind.

Hastily collecting my thoughts, I turned my back on Simone, and with the remote released Miss Stone from her erotic embrace. "I better change, I wasn't expecting company."

She grabbed my hand, "No, Tom, you are fine as you are. You are dressed how I remember the other day, I like that." She patted the sofa. "Perhaps you will remember how I was?" She uncrossed her legs revealing her crotch, this time protected with a narrow red strip, much thinner than the one she sported the other day in the bathroom, but as yet without the damp patch. Her intentions now obvious, I planned to change that pretty quick! If only English girls were as forward as this, Sara excepted of course!

Nervously I sat down, much as I lusted after her youthful body, I still couldn't believe that this teenage girl had come here to fuck, and on top of that, Sara might by now be coming on to her boyfriend. The physical attraction between them in the restaurant had been plain for all to see.

"Simone, tell me what's going on here, before I get the wrong end of the stick."

She giggled and placed her hand softly into the hardness in my groin. "I think I would like to get on the right end of this stick." The warmth of her flesh permeated my boxers and I jumped at her touch. Somehow, I maintained an air of calmness, although the blood was racing through my cock. Was this a set-up and her boyfriend would come crashing through the door at any moment? And yet the other day she did suck the end of my cock with obvious pleasure, if only briefly. I had cottoned on to the bisexual part of her when she had kissed Sara lightly in the groin. Sara told me after that she had actually stuck her tongue in!

"Before we go any further, Simone..." I looked down at the vertical tent in my pants, "... and it's clear that I fancy you, but I want to know what's going on."

The reader might think I was ignoring a gift horse in the mouth but this girl was not that far advanced from the age that she was licensed to fuck. I only had her word for it that she was eighteen.

Simone let go of my cock, took a sip of her drink and moved to the bed, and I sat beside her against the pillows, our hands residing high on each other's thigh. Her flesh was burning hot.

She then went into a long explanation, "I happen to like sex, Tom, and yesterday I got talking to your friend Sara........."

*

A day earlier in the Beach Bar

Mart was cleaning glasses when his girlfriend sidled up to him and placed an arm around his firm waist. At 21 he was nearly three years older than her and at least a foot taller.

"Hi Sim, what's up?"

"Nothing honey, I just finished the ninth floor, thought I would say hello before doing the tenth."

"That's cool, I might be late tonight, big party coming in for the cricket tomorrow, a lot of TV people."

She cast her eyes around the restaurant, "It's certainly quiet now, I couldn't do your job, too boring."

Simone stood on her toes to kiss her boyfriend and pressed her hand affectionately into his groin. She started in surprise.

"Mart, you have a hard-on!"

He laughed, pushing her hand away, "Thinking of you sweetie."

"Liar! You were staring at her again, I saw you before I came in."

He grinned sheepishly, trying not to stare at the blonde sitting on the sea wall, "Well, there's not much else to look at around here today, and you have to agree she is rather attractive, for a white woman that is," he added hastily.

"Fucking sexy is my word for it!"

"Ha-ha, so you fancy her too?"

The conversation paused while Martin served a customer. As soon as he was out of earshot, she continued.

"I fancy her boyfriend actually. I didn't tell you that I walked in on a threesome the other day."

"Wow, tell me more, did they ask you to join in?"

Simone nodded. She dragged a stool behind the bar, perched her little bottom on it and unzipped her boyfriend's fly. While she fondled his dark cock she told him how she was invited to join in the erotic sex session in Julie's bedroom but declined, only to sneak a look a few minutes later. She had watched the man's cock slide in and out of the brunette while the blonde got her own pleasure on his face.

The blonde girl called Sara had looked up and spotted Simone in the doorway and silently beckoned her to join in the fun, but Simone had shaken her head and put her finger to her lips. Sara had grinned when she realised that Simone was masturbating under her skirt. As soon as they all apparently climaxed together Simone had silently closed the door and returned to her work.

"Fuck, I wish I had your job. What did you do? Masturbate?"

"Not then, but you know me, I wanted to. But a few minutes later the blonde and the man had caught me on my knees in the bathroom of their other room. I had these panties on." Simone hoisted up her skirt.