“I would, and probably,” Susan replied. “And I know that that’s what David would want me to do, but I just don’t feel like being around people right now.”
“We can go down to the pool, give you some space,” Zach suggested.
“No,” Susan said. “I feel the best, the safest when I’m with the two of you. I just don’t want to be around others who… who don’t know… I don’t want to have to hide how sad I feel.”
“Shall we go down to the pool, or the beach?” Krista asked.
“I’d rather just crawl into bed,” Susan replied, “with both of you.”
Which they did, with Susan between them, facing Krista, Zach’s big cock pressed into the crack of her ass as he reached around, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, his fingers finding her thick ruby nipple as she and Krista began to softly kiss, then deeper. After a couple of minutes, she turned to face Zach, reaching down between them to wrap her hand around the shaft of his cock as she leaned forward to kiss him, jacking his cock in her hand as Krista reached between her legs from behind to rub her pussy, plunging four fingers into her up to the knuckles, pumping them in and out as she fervently kissed Zach.
After a couple of minutes, Krista pulled Susan onto her back, pushing her legs apart as she lay between them, dragging her tongue up through her spread pussy while Susan gently pulled Zach by his cock until she was able to take it into her mouth and down her throat. After a few minutes, Zach pulled his cock from her mouth, rolling her over onto her stomach and getting between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her spread pussy lips as Krista sat in front of her, leaning back and spreading her legs wide so that Susan could drive her tongue into her pussy while Zach slipped his cock into hers, slowly fucking her, savoring each inch, in and out.
“Oh, yes, please, please,” Susan panted when Zach pulled his cock from her pussy and pressed it against her rosebud, easily sliding into her until it was buried deep in her ass.
Zach took his time fucking Susan’s ass, enjoying the tremors that would ripple through her body as she came, all the while slurping on Krista’s pussy. When he finally came many minutes later, Zach could feel Susan’s ass clamping down on his cock as he emptied his balls into her. They finally fell asleep, Krista and Susan on either side of Zach, a leg hooked over his as they lay their heads on his chest.
When they awoke, they decided to eat dinner in Island Prime, the resort’s traditional restaurant, knowing that the divers were all on a package that didn’t include Island Prime and that they’d more than likely have a more private time. At Susan’s insistence, they dressed, the two women in their summer dresses and Zach in his silk suit, Susan determined to pay her respects to David by dining in a style that he’d approve of.
The dinner was incredible, freshly caught 3-pound lobsters with all of the sides. They went through 2 bottles of Moet & Chandon champagne and were feeling no pain when they finally staggered from the table and went back to their room, closing the door behind them.
When Zach wakened in the morning at the sound of Krista in the bathroom, the first thing he saw when he got his eyes focused was Susan on the balcony, leaning over, her chin resting on her hands on the railing, her feet spread apart and her ass slightly swaying from side to side, her long inner lips visible hanging down.
“You are so damned sexy, Susan,” Zach said when he approached her from behind, placing his hands on her ass and sinking to his knees behind her, leaning forward and sliding his tongue up through her pussy, feeling her tremble beneath his hands as his tongue was flooded with a fresh cascade of her juices. “You look like a teenager from behind,” he said as he rose up, his cock finding and filling her pussy.
“Oh, Zach, you are so sweet,” Susan sighed, gripping the railing tightly as she came. “I love the feeling of your cock in me,” she said as she felt his cock filling her.
“You two are just amazing,” Krista said when she joined them, watching Zach’s cock as it slid in and out of Susan’s pussy.
“Get in line,” Zach said. “I’m feeling inspired.”
Krista laughed as she joined Susan at the railing, leaning over onto her hands as she spread her legs wide apart.
“This is the life,” Zach said, pulling his cock from Susan’s pussy and moving to kneel behind Krista, dragging his tongue up through her pussy and slurping on the flow of juices before rising up to fill her with his cock.
Back and forth Zach went, each time eating their pussies before fucking them. It was almost 10 minutes before he announced that he was going to cum, his cock deep in Susan’s pussy at the time. As if they had discussed it, Susan turned, dislodging Zach’s cock from her pussy, and sank to her knees with Krista, the head of Zach’s cock between their lips as they kissed erupting, cum blasting onto the tongues and into their mouths as they sucked him off, gulping down his cum until Krista finished him off by siphoning him.
“That is the perfect way to start the day,” Zach sighed, kissing first Krista, then Susan, tasting his cum all over each of their tongues.
“There is no better way to kiss,” Krista said with a laugh.
“I agree,” Susan said, smiling. “You two are just wonderful. Why don’t we go into town for the day, see what there is, have a nice lunch?” she suggested.
“What a nice idea,” Krista agreed, realizing that Susan needed some distraction other than their personal, non-stop orgy of sex.
When they went to the front desk after breakfast to inquire about a car, explaining their need, they were informed that there really wasn’t any such thing as shopping on Cayman Brac, that the whole island was dedicated to a single industry, diving. There were a few tourist shops for souvenirs, and many restaurants, though they were mostly small family restaurants or connected with the resort or hotel in which they were located.
“Then can we hire a car and driver to just give us a nice tour of the island?” Susan asked.
The car turned out to be an open jeep and the driver an affable young man in his mid-20s with a mocha complexion named Enoch.
“I must tell you that there is very little to see, unless you like caves, though there are a couple of nice scenic views,” Enoch advised as the entered the jeep, Zach and Krista insisting that Susan sit up front.
“We’d just like to waste a few hours, or the day,” Susan told him. “We’re in no hurry and we have no expectations. We’ll rely on you. But we would like to have a nice lunch at some point.”
“Then I suggest that we go east along the south coast to start,” Enoch said, pulling away. “Cayman Brac is only 12 miles long and just over a mile wide. There are lots of caves in the limestone, more than 170 of them, though only a few are noteworthy. Christopher Columbus discovered Cayman Brac and Little Cayman in 1503. He originally named the islands Las Tortugas because of all of the turtles that they saw. It was Sir Francis Drake who renamed them the Cayman Islands in 1586, for the caiman it is said, the little alligator-like reptiles, though we don’t have any, so he must have seen big iguanas. Brac is Gaelic for bluff. The bluff goes from west to east, rising all the way to its final height of 141′ above the sea where the lighthouse stands at the easternmost point of the island. There are only about 1, 400 people living here.”
“That’s a very concise history, Enoch,” Susan said.
“Anything that’s worth anything about Cayman Brac is under the water,” Enoch said. “The island is mostly surrounded by coral reef that goes out as much as 50′. The only real sandy beaches are on the south side and some on the west. And Long Beach. This is Bat Cave,” he announced, pulling off the road into a small parking lot. “At sunset they all of the bats fly out of the cave to forage for whatever food they can find in the scrub brush. You might see them hanging from the top of the cave sleeping right now,” he explained as he brought the jeep to a stop.
“I suppose if you have a thing for caves, that was interesting,” Zach said after they spent 15 minutes looking at Bat Cave, 12 minutes too many by his reckoning.
“You did not find it interesting?” Enoch asked.
“Sorry, but no,” Zach replied. “I’ve seen caves. This one isn’t very special, really.”
“Then you are not interested in seeing Grand Cave?” Enoch asked. “That was to be our next stop.”
“We might as well see it since we’re here,” Susan said. “If it’s not interesting, the only thing we’ve wasted is a little time and we’d have learned something.”
“What’s that?” Krista asked.
“That the caves on Cayman Brac aren’t interesting,” Zach replied, drolly, getting a laugh from Enoch.
“I, too, find them very boring,” Enoch said, smiling, “but we have so few things above the water to show people like you who might be interested. We have to make lemonade from lemons.”
Grand Cave, just a couple of minutes up the road, proved no better, only bigger.