Chapter 3

“Tom, I’m fine,” I finally managed to say as he sat me down on a cushioned bench, “It’s not what you think. I’m just… a bit overwhelmed by… something that happened. But something good.”

He was looking at me curiously. He got a flannel and gently started wiping my knees, checking to see if I had any cuts. I took the flannel from him, “I’m fine honestly! I’m not hurt.”

“What happened then?” he asked quietly. I felt a wave of desire rush through me again. I had witnessed six people fucking each other and now this huge, muscle adorned man was treating me with such concern. I felt a fire start to ignite between my legs again. I’d never been so horny in my life.

I decided I’d need to come clean about what had happened, I couldn’t think of any other explanation. “Tom, I… went to the waterfall and… you know Sabrina and her friends? They… were all fucking each other.”

A big grin spread slowly over Tom’s face. “Oh really?” he said, sitting down next to me, “It wouldn’t be the first time the tourists got carried away on this secluded island.” He paused to look at me, “And what did you do?”

I flushed with embarrassment, “Erm, please don’t tell them, but I… watched.” He didn’t say anything, waiting for me to continue. “Oh my god, I shouldn’t have stayed there but I couldn’t help it. I feel like such a pervert. And I touched myself.” I felt a rush of shame wash over me. But Tom just sat there smirking.

“Did you enjoy watching them?” he asked quietly.

“Oh yes,” I said, a fire rushing through my veins once more, “I couldn’t stop myself.”

We were close together on the bench, and I found myself moving even closer. My lips met his, and the touch sent an electric bolt through my whole body, radiating out from my lips. His tongue was in my mouth, warm and tasting of cigarettes.

“I need you to fuck me,” I heard myself whisper. I kissed him forcefully, but he kissed me back even more passionately, and I found myself on my back, his strong body on top of me.

We were fully clothed, but I could feel the bulge of his hard cock pressed against me, between my legs. Oh my god, I realised we were going to do it. I was still feeling weird from what I had witnessed at the waterfall, but I desperately wanted him inside me.

His hands went to my shorts and he pulled them down with my knickers in one movement. I opened my legs and let him look at my most intimate area, feeling a thrill of exhibitionism flow through me. But instead of taking off his own shorts, he bent down between my legs and I felt his tongue on my cunt.

His warm, wet tongue lapped at me, tasting me, exploring my folds and then thrusting deep inside me. Then up to my clit, his tongue pressed against me and the thrill of pleasure flooded my body. It had been years since my ex husband had gone down on me, and it had never felt as good as this.

I let out a long moan, it was almost a relief that I felt, to finally have the touch I had been so desperately craving since I came on holiday. I realised now that it was only once I’d arrived here that I’d allowed myself to really relax and let myself go. To fully be myself and embrace my desires.

His tongue was moving rhythmically on my clit, his fingers inside me. I felt my climax building, a pressure that was going to eventually explode. And finally it came, rushing through my body like a tornado, making me lose myself in an intense whirlwind of feelings that made every nerve ending in my body tingle with feeling. I felt the dam inside me break, and I came hard, the pleasure rushing through my body in intense waves.

And then he was standing up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and pulling down his shorts. His big cock sprang free. He rolled a condom onto it and without further hesitation he slid it inside me. It felt so very hard, and bigger than my ex-husband’s. It stretched me and penetrated me so deeply, I felt like I had discovered the secret to the universe.

He fucked me, hard. Every thrust filled me and I felt my cunt gripping and massaging his cock. The feeling of him inside me was incredible, and the pleasure radiated out from my cunt until it filled my whole body. His big, strong arms supported himself above me as he screwed me. It was too much for me, and I came again, digging my fingers into the flesh of his back as I lost control.

He was getting close too, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I want to come on your tits,” he gasped. No-one had ever asked me to do that before, but I obeyed without hesitation. He withdrew, pulling the condom off as quickly as he could. I could tell he was on the edge, desperately trying not to come.

I knelt down on the floor, offering my large breasts up with my hands. He stroked his cock a couple more times and then held it, letting out a long groan of relief as he climaxed. Cum pulsed out of his cock all over my chest, wave after wave of it. There was so much and it was so thick it covered my breasts and ran down between them.

“Oh my god,” I gasped in admiration.

“A quick photo to remember the occasion,” he said, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of me with my breasts cupped in my hands, covered in his cum.

He helped me clean up, and we sat on the bench together, naked and sweaty. He put his arm around me, it felt nice.

“Do you often have sex with tourists in here?” I asked him, curiously.

“Sometimes,” he said with a grin.

I suddenly felt horny again at the thought of it. “And do you always take a photo to remember them by?”

He hesitated, I could tell he wasn’t sure if I would be happy or annoyed by his answer.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “The thought of it turns me on. You do, don’t you?”

He nodded, “I do have a little collection of photos, yes.”

“That’s so hot. Can I see?” I asked, feeling my desire building between my legs again.

He opened his phone and passed it to me. It was open in a gallery app. The screen was filled with photos of women’s breasts, mostly kneeling in this very cabin. There were big breasts, and small breasts, some with dark nipples or rosy nipples, large areolas and small ones. Every kind of breast and shade of skin was represented. The only thing in common was that they were all covered in his thick, white cum.

I scrolled down, page after page, there must have been hundreds of photos. “Holy fuck,” I said. “You fucked all these women?”

“Yes,” he admitted with a grin, “What can I say? I like sex. And breasts covered in cum.”

Suddenly he glanced at the clock on the bulkhead. “Fuck, it’s almost time for lunch.” he said, jumping up and pulling on his clothes. His cock, although now soft, was still long and thick. I admired it until he tucked it away.

There was a heat between my legs from the thought of his promiscuity. My hand slid between my thighs and touched my clit, still swollen from the orgasms. “Can I fuck you again?” I asked him, my touch making my breathing heavy again.

He pulled his shirt on and glanced between my legs, “Yes!” he said enthusiastically, “Later.”

I knew that he had to go and see to the lunch. He left me alone in the cabin. My hand was still between my legs and I started rubbing bigger circles around my clit. I slipped my fingers inside my cunt, it was slick with my wetness.

Closing my eyes I pictured Tom’s hard cock as it slid inside me. And then my mind wandered to the group sex I had witnessed. George’s cock had looked even bigger. All those hard cocks! Suddenly another orgasm washed over me and I collapsed onto the bench shaking, my hand gripped between my thighs.

Eventually I managed to stop thinking about sex long enough to get dressed. I headed out into the sunshine, and soon we were having a congenial picnic lunch with the others. Sabrina and her friends returned and we all chatted as if nothing had happened.

After lunch, the others spread out along the beach again. Sabrina and George went for a swim and soon I could see them holding each other and kissing in the water. I wondered what was going on below the surface.

Tom had gone back on board the boat, and when no-one was looking I followed. I found him in the cabin, and without a word I knelt before him, pulling down his shorts. His cock was already semi-hard and I held it, feeling it pulse and grow in my hand. I put it in my mouth, and started sucking and licking it until it was rock hard again.

I hadn’t had a cock in my mouth for decades, and I’m sure this was the first time I had actually enjoyed it. I loved the velvety texture as I explored it with my tongue, and the unyielding hardness underneath. I started to bob my head back and forth, trying to take him deeper into my mouth.

And then we fucked. He took me from behind, his strong hands on my breasts, standing in the middle of the cabin. He took me bent over the bench. He took me sitting on the bench, between my legs. I rode him, my breasts bouncing around like crazy. We fucked in every way possible. I came so many times that I lost count, each time clinging to him as waves of euphoria washed over me.

Eventually, I was on the floor of the cabin, his weight on top of me as he thrust inside me, harder and faster. Our tongues were frantically entwining and then he let out an almighty groan and held his cock deep inside me. I could feel it pulsing and throbbing as my cunt gripped him and he filled the condom.

At sunset, the boat sped back across the waves to the main island where our resort was. I found myself once more sitting with Sabrina. Glancing around to make sure no-one was listening, she lowered her voice and said, “Kate, Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“I might be way off here, but… I can’t help notice how you and Tom have been interacting since lunchtime. And I saw you heading to the boat after lunch. You and him didn’t… hook up… did you?”

Fuck. I obviously hadn’t been as careful as I thought. “We did,” I admitted, my face flushing bright red.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing. You lucky bitch,” she laughed, “I’m so happy for you. He’s fucking hot. Look at those arm muscles!”

I couldn’t help grinning, “It was so amazing, he’s so good at… you know.” I said.

“Are you going to hook up with him again?” she asked.

“I hope so, he gave me his phone number.” I replied, “But he’s had so many women, hundreds. He showed me them on his phone. And I’m, you know, old and not very attractive. I’m not sure he’s going to want to.”

“Are you kidding?” she said, suddenly giving me a big hug, “You’re gorgeous.” She regarded Tom thoughtfully as he steered the boat towards the shore. “That’s interesting to know though.”

She paused for a moment, as if weighing up if she should continue. “You know, George and I are non-monogamous.” she said.

I feigned surprise, “No, really?”

“Yeah, we have an open relationship. Very open,” she laughed, “Sounds like Tom and George have the same desires.”

The boat was now almost at the harbour. “We’re nearly there,” I said.

“Oh yes. Well, if Tom doesn’t keep you busy, you are always welcome to hang out with us.” Sabrina said. I felt my heart start racing again, did she mean hang out as friends, or something more?

But now everyone was standing and getting ready to leave the boat, so it was time to say goodbye to my new friends.

I was exhausted after my escapades, and after a quick dinner at the resort bar, I headed back to my chalet and sank into a long deep sleep.

To be continued...