“Wha-what about…” Michael stammered, unable to tear his eyes from Susan’s pussy.
“He’s still in bed,” Krista replied. “Can you spare us a couple of minutes to help make our morning perfect?”
“Hell, yes,” Michael said after an initial hesitation, stepping onto the porch and unzipping his shorts as he stepped up next to Susan, extracting a thick black cock which he fisted in her face.
“Oh, my, isn’t that nice,” Susan said, leaning over and running her tongue around the head of his cock before wrapping her lips around it, moaning when she felt Krista’s mouth on her pussy again, taking more and more of Michael’s cock into her mouth until her nose was pressed up against his belly.
“That is incredible!” Michael gasped as Susan continued to suck his cock.
“Why don’t you fuck her now, really make her morning?” Krista suggested after several minutes, looking up from Susan’s pussy as she licked her lips, her chin shining with her pussy juices.
Michael wasted no time in transferring his cock from Susan’s mouth to her pussy, sighing as he felt her practically inhale his cock as he sank it into her, Krista kneeling right next to him, watching as his cock slid in and out of Susan’s pussy, her long inner lips clinging to the shaft of his cock each time he pulled back.
“Well, you’re getting an early start,” Zach said as he approached, naked, his cock in his hand, Michael freezing mid-stroke.
“Z-Zach!” Susan gasped, her body still trembling from an orgasm as she looked up at him, her open mouth filled with his cock as he leaned forward.
“This is a nice way to start the day,” Zach said, sighing when he felt his cock slide down Susan’s throat, hearing her moan as Michael began to fuck her once again.
“Oh! I-I’m-I’m going to cum,” Michael gasped a few minutes later, slamming his cock in and out of Susan’s pussy. “Oh, shit!” he cried out as he exploded.
Krista could see the vein along the shaft of Michael’s cock pulsing, then cum seeping from around the head. Reaching out, she pulled Michael’s spurting cock from Susan’s pussy and wrapped her lips around it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
Hearing Susan moan and Zach groan, Krista looked up, her mouth full of Michael’s cock, to see that Zach was cumming, Susan valiantly sucking him off and gulping his cum down, though a bit leaked from the corner of her mouth to run down her chin.
“My god!” Michael gasped when Krista finally turned from sucking him off to gluing her mouth to Susan’s gaping, cum-leaking pussy, slurping on the cum cocktail that she found while Susan finished sucking Zach off.
“I do have to admit, this certainly adds to the splendor of a sunrise,” Zach said, laughing. “You’ll have to stop by more often, Michael.”
“It-it would be a pleasure,” Michael replied as he pulled his shorts up and zipped his cock away.
“Well, I’ve never seen a nicer sunrise,” Susan said with a sigh as she scraped the cum from her chin into her mouth, sucking on her finger.
“There’s a club in George Town that you might enjoy,” Michael said, “if this sort of… fun is your thing. It’s called Big Jim’s. Jazz and blues, mostly locals except for the older white guy tourists who like to see their women doing a black guy.”
“I’m not exactly an older white guy,” Zach said, “though I do enjoy watching them in action with other men; I don’t care who it is.”
“Sonja told us about Big Jim’s,” Krista said. “We were going to check it out tonight.”
“We are?” Susan asked, her eyes wide.
“You have a better idea?” Krista asked. “It sounds like a lot of fun to me.”
They went to Ave for breakfast again after showering, then elected to have a do-nothing day, partly to recover from the frenetic tension of the previous week and partly to rest up for the evening, as it promised to be a late one. Krista and Susan got to try out their new bikinis, drawing quite a few looks as they lay down on towels on the beach, immediately surrounded by beach boys and girls volunteering to put sunscreen on their pale freckled skin and Zach’s darker.
“Oh, this is the life,” Krista sighed as they each had four hands spreading sunscreen on their backs, asses, and legs, fingers straying to where they shouldn’t, eliciting only sighs of contentment from the two women and a grunt of surprise from Zach when a hand strayed up the leg of his baggies to gently rub his balls.
“If that’s how they put sunscreen on my back, I’m afraid to turn over,” Zach said. “I might get arrested or something.”
After soaking up the sun for half an hour, they decided to go for a swim, sitting in the turquoise waters in companionable silence. When they decided to exit the water to dry out, their skin starting to wrinkle, they found a short-panted constable waiting for them, a stern look on his brown face.
“Nudity is not allowed in the Caymans,” he said as they exited the water.
“We’re not nude,” Krista said, standing in front of him, what little cover the mesh of her suit provided obviated by the wetness, leaving her and Susan appearing naked. “We bought these suits in George Town at Sonja’s. She told us that they were allowed.”
The constable just stared at them, then uncomfortably cleared his throat when he noticed their ruby nipples hardening and pressing against the mesh material.
“Just remember, we don’t tolerate nudity in the Caymans,” he said before turning and leaving them.
“They really are uptight about it, aren’t they?” Krista asked as they returned to their towels, this time laying on their backs, attracting the sunscreen brigade like flies on shit.
“Oh, my!” Susan gasped.
“You do that very well,” Krista said, pushing up onto her elbows to look at the brown-skinned young man who was applying the sunscreen to her left leg across from an older, dark-leathery-skinned woman who was doing her right leg, only he had slipped a couple of fingers beneath the mesh of her bikini bottom and was stroking up and down between her pussy lips.
“My mother taught me,” he replied, a bright, gleaming smile on his face as he looked at the older woman across from him, letting his fingers slide into her two knuckles deep.
“We need someone to put sunscreen on for us when we’re sunning on our porch,” Krista said, smiling as he gently slid his fingers in and out of her, his mother watching the whole time. “We don’t wear our bikinis on the porch. Do you think that you’d like to help us?”
“Yes, of course,” the young man replied, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“You’re a real piece of work, Krista,” Zach chuckled when the boy and his mother left.
“I’ve got a lot of tension to work out,” Krista replied defensively. “Besides, why not? This is so magical, being here. I don’t want to leave a single stone unturned. That’s part of the secret to no regrets.”
“Once I got used to the fact that David was going to be regularly bring men home for me to… well, anyway, I enjoyed it, very much,” Susan said. “I enjoyed it all the more because of the enjoyment that David got from it. It was only 2-3 times a week, but I looked forward to it. And as much fun as it was, it’s nothing compared to what we did earlier on the porch, the spontaneity, being outdoors, almost public. And now to have some total stranger touching me on a public beach like that. It’s a shame that it’s not allowed.”
“Hello,” a dark-mahogany man with grey eyes and a powerful build said, stopping to look down on them as they lay on their towels, a big surfboard under one arm, two long paddles in his other hand. “I’m Clarence. Would any of you be interested in paddle boarding?”