“You must really love your job,” Zach observed when Michael pulled his spent cock from Krista’s pussy only to have it engulfed by Susan’s mouth.
“At moments like these, there’s not another job on the planet that would tempt me,” Michael replied, shaking his head as Susan turned from sucking his cock clean to slurping on the cum cocktail filling Krista’s gaping pussy.
The next few days fell into a pattern, waking early, Michael or Joshua or both of them waiting, then eating breakfast followed by laying in the sun and swimming, fucking before lunch, then more fucking and a long nap, only to waken for dinner, followed by the inevitable trip into George Town and Big Jim’s.
“You’ll hate me for saying this,” Zach said one evening after they returned from Big Jim’s, “but we need to move on.”
“It is too good to last,” Krista sighed. “God, Big Jim and Little Bob have such amazing cocks.”
“Why do I have the feeling that no matter where we go, you’re going to be like shit to flies when it comes to men and their cocks?” Zach asked with a laugh.
“Still,” Krista said.
“Where should we go?” Susan asked, reality quickly sobering her, despite her ass still tingling from Big Jim’s cock.
“Let’s just move over to Cayman Brac,” Zach replied. “When we check out, we’ll tell them that we’re going to the Bahamas, just in case someone actually traces us here.”
“What’s Cayman Brac like?” Krista asked.
“Like here, just a lot smaller, less developed,” Zach replied. “It’s primarily a scuba diving destination, so they don’t get a lot in the way of non-diving tourists. It’ll be a good place to hide out for a week or so.”
The next morning Zach coaxed Krista from the porch, leaving Susan with both Joshua and Michael for a sunrise worship service.
“I was arranging a private jet charter to Cayman Brac and I decided to check the logon for our new credit card account,” Zach explained, firing up his laptop. “You’re not going to believe this,” he said, quickly clicking on a bookmark that he had created.
“Tha-that can’t be real,” Krista said, staring at the screen, almost unable to breathe. “H-how is that possible?”
“She said that she had diverted some money,” Zach said. “I had no idea that she meant over $300 million.”
“I can’t even imagine that much money,” Krista said, shaking her head.
“Their Trust is worth $125 billion,” Zach said. “That makes $300 million only 0. 24% of the Trust’s worth. It’s quite literally chump change. Not even a quarter of a percent. No wonder it won’t be missed. “That’s the equivalent of $24 out of the $10, 000 she gave us.”
“What are we going to do?” Krista asked.
“Nothing differently,” Zach replied, “but I’ll be able to stop worrying about how much things are costing. That’ll help me to keep a clear head.”
Hearing noise from the bedroom, they made their way there to discover Susan riding Joshua’s cock while Michael fucked her ass. Zach pushed Krista onto the bed on her hands and knees and filled her pussy from behind. When Susan finally fell over onto the bed, cum pouring from her ass and pussy, Zach pulled his cock from Krista’s pussy and stuck it into her mouth, groaning as he spewed cum into her mouth, loving the sensation of her throat convulsing each time she’d gulp down a mouthful of cum.
“Susan, you simply amaze me,” Krista said when the three of them finally got into the shower. “You’re 52, so you say, yet you fuck like a teenager who just discovered sex.”
“I’ve always loved sex,” Susan said. “But until I met the two of you, except for the time before David, it had been more formulaic, though still very fulfilling. I’m certain that I was getting more… well, cock than any of my peers, but you two seem to have caused a switch to trip in me and I feel just insatiable. In a million years, I never would have imagined myself having sex in a bar with total strangers in front of other people; now the idea makes me wet. I have to force myself to think of something other than sex.”
“And I thought that I was the only one,” Krista laughed. “I play this stupid game with myself and try to think of any situation that wouldn’t be made better by a cock. I’m still trying to think of one.”
“Well, let’s enjoy our last day here,” Zach said. “I’ve arranged a jet charter for the morning after breakfast, ostensibly to the Bahamas.”
“Then I have to go to Big Jim’s one last time,” Krista said.
“Yes,” Susan agreed, then laughed as she flushed. “God, those two brothers and those big black cocks of theirs.”
Fifteen minutes into their 45-minute flight to the Bahamas the next morning, Zach asked the pilot of the Cessna Citation X jet to change course to Cayman Brac, handing him $1, 000 in addition to the $3, 000 they had already given him upon boarding. With the Caymans being one of the world’s major money-hiding and -laundering locales, it wasn’t an unusual request and 20 minutes later they were deplaning at Captain Charles Kirkconnell International Airport on Cayman Brac.
Finding a taxi, they asked the driver to take them to the best place on the island and a few minutes later they were pulling to a stop at the entrance to the Cayman Brac Beach Resort, which was located on the south side of the island below the airport. The receptionist seemed surprised, but not nonplussed that they had no reservations, smiling when Krista told him that they only needed one room with a single king-sized bed in response to his question of how many rooms and what kinds of bed they’d like, also opting for the full meal add-on which gave them breakfast, lunch, and dinner, though only a 25% discount at Island Prime, the resort’s premiere restaurant.