The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

by Cheryl Mildenhall

  He stopped and looked up at her as she was about to mount the first wave of ecstasy. ‘Am I doing okay? You seem a little uncomfortable.’

  She shook her head vehemently. ‘Oh, no, Torran, you’re doing absolutely great, just don’t stop again until I tell you. Whatever you do, don’t stop.’

  She couldn’t believe her good fortune, here was a young man fresh and untrammelled, ready and eager to satisfy her every desire. Of course, no sooner had he discovered how to really arouse her than he began to caress her over and over and over. Finally, she had to stop him for a moment. ‘Torran, this is great, it really is – but it’s getting late. My sister and her friends will be home soon and they may come here looking for me.’

  In all honesty, she seriously doubted it but she couldn’t be sure; sometimes Alicia could surprise her with sudden inexplicable bouts of sisterly concern. He propped his head on one hand and regarded her with a serious expression, his dark hair flopping into his eyes.

  ‘Do you want to go, is that it?’ he asked.

  ‘No, Torran, far from it, I just –’ She hesitated and gazed out of the window at the darkening sky for a few minutes, then she looked him squarely in the eye saying, ‘I want you to fuck me.’

  He looked bewildered. ‘But isn’t that just what we’ve been doing all the while.’

  She couldn’t believe he was so naive. ‘Do you have any condoms, Torran?’

  He nodded. ‘A friend gave some to me before I came down here this time. He couldn’t believe I hadn’t scored yet. He said southern girls were much more forward. I think he was right.’ He grinned, opened the cupboard next to the bed and rummaged around until he found a pack. ‘I don’t know how to put them on properly or anything.’ He smiled at her apologetically but somehow she got the impression he had just overstepped the bounds of credulity.

  ‘If I find out this innocence is all an act I’ll, I’ll . . .’ She could hardly open the packet for laughing.

  ‘You’ll what?’ he said. ‘Withhold your favours? Fat chance.’ Before she could think of a suitable retort he rolled her over, slipped on the condom and plunged into her. Each time he penetrated her a little deeper, all the time mumbling into her hair. ‘You loved every minute of being the teacher. If I hadn’t played hard to get? Did you honestly expect me to be a virgin at my age?’

  And so it went on. Hillary didn’t know whether to laugh or scream, he was so full of himself – so aggravating, so cocksure. One thing was for certain, though, she thought to herself as he sent her senses soaring on the crest of a monumental orgasm, he certainly knew how to fuck.

  All the time that this went on, Darius and Ilona watched the heaving, perspiring bodies, each of them lost in their own private thoughts and reminiscences.

  ‘I’ve definitely lost her now, Ilona.’ Darius sighed with uncharacteristic despondence at the moment Hillary came with Torran inside her.

  ‘Nonsense.’ The older woman was brusque, although secretly she too marvelled at her son’s finely honed technique for pleasuring a woman.

  They both watched as Hillary unwound her legs from around Torran’s torso and lay replete and smiling, her slightly damp hair fanned out around her, her arms thrown carelessly over her head.

  ‘Perhaps it should skip a generation, perhaps he should be the one to sire the next Harwood heir?’ Despite himself, Darius found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the intriguing sight of Hillary’s sex. Reddened and swollen, it almost beckoned to him. ‘Whatever the outcome, I have to have her, at least once.’ He glanced sideways at Ilona waiting for a change in her expression. To his surprise she remained inscrutable.

  Inside, Ilona fumed. Inside she was screaming words of hatred and abuse at the lovely young girl who had stolen both her son and her lover. She would make her pay. Somehow she would see to it that Darius would not want her after all. Thoughts and plans jostled inside her mind for pride of place but she knew she still had time. The party on Friday would suit her well enough.

  9

  Hours later, Hillary left Torran reluctantly to go back to her own quarters, making it with about five minutes to spare. No sooner had she shut the bedroom door behind her than she heard the screech of tyres on the gravel driveway and soon the heavy blanket of silence that hung over the house was shattered by Alicia and Chloe’s piercing voices. Quickly, Hillary dived into bed and pretended to be fast asleep when they came in. As she expected there was a lot of giggling and the sound of someone stumbling about in the passageway, then her bedroom door opened a fraction and she heard Alicia’s voice. ‘Shh, everyone, Hillary’s fast asleep.’

  As soon as the door clicked shut again, she smiled a secret smile and snuggled further into the warmth of her bed; compared with every other night for the past couple of weeks the air held quite a chill. She imagined Torran as he lay in his own bed, the sheets tangled and drenched with perspiration from their intense session of lovemaking.

  Carefully she slid a hand between her legs, wincing slightly as she gently probed the tender, throbbing flesh. She still wasn’t sure how much he had already known about sex but the outcome was what mattered most and she was certain that they had both benefited from her instruction. She lay awake for ages simply thinking and remembering, waiting for the sounds in the house to gradually die down and when they did she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

  The following morning started off pretty much like all the others. Odile and Hillary were the first ones to wake with Chloe and Alicia less quick to put in an appearance. Eventually they all drifted together and sat convivially around the kitchen table, drinking coffee and discussing their plans for the forthcoming day.

  ‘Well, after yesterday I certainly don’t want to do anything too energetic,’ Chloe declared, assuming an air of exhaustion.

  ‘All shopped out, are we?’ Hillary murmured dryly, adding, ‘Where did you guys get to in the end?’

  ‘Believe it or not only as far as King’s Lynn,’ said Odile. ‘As you say we shopped, took in some local sights, had a meal, a drink, another drink . . .’

  ‘I get the picture.’ Hillary smiled. ‘That’s pretty tiring stuff. In that case why don’t we all go down to the beach?’

  Alicia groaned. ‘I never thought I’d say it but I’m getting a bit tired of the beach.’

  As if on cue, the other three women reeled back in mock horror.

  ‘You cannot be serious!’ exclaimed Odile.

  ‘Well, it’s all right for you,’ Chloe complained. ‘You’ve spent most of the past few days locked in your room with Mr Universe, no wonder you fancy getting out in the open air.’

  Odile pouted. ‘That’s not fair, we went ballooning.’

  Chloe leaned across the table towards her. ‘Tell me honestly that you didn’t do it in the balloon.’

  The young woman was silent; Chloe looked around at the others, a triumphant expression on her face.

  ‘Okay, we did,’ Odile admitted, a small gurgle of laughter catching in her throat. ‘But only the once.’

  ‘To quote your boyfriend, dear, “Quelle horreur!”’

  Hillary snorted and Alicia frowned at her friend. ‘Oh, Chloe, leave the poor girl alone, for goodness sake, you’re only jealous,’ she said.

  ‘Too right I am.’ Chloe picked at a piece of varnish flaking from her fingernail. ‘Gus and I only did it once all the time he was here, can you believe it?’

  Odile tutted and Hillary looked sympathetic but Alicia dismissed her complaint with a disdainful wave of her hand. ‘Clive and I managed it twice, but . . .’ She held up her hand to silence her friend who had opened her mouth to protest. ‘But both times were so quick I hardly had time to put down the book I was reading.’

  Hillary looked incredulous. ‘You don’t mean you read during foreplay?’

  Alicia nodded, looking perfectly serious. ‘Oh yes. At least if you can call it foreplay. If Clive ever learns to turn me on properly I’ll buy a bookmark.’

  Odile caught Hillary’s eye and s
hook her head surreptitiously. Obviously, Hillary thought, she and Odile were the lucky ones. What bothered her the most was that both Alicia and Chloe seemed to take a rotten sex life for granted, as though sex with their husbands was something to be endured rather than enjoyed. Odile explained to Hillary later that she had given up trying to talk to Chloe about it, she simply didn’t understand why she owed it to herself to make sure Gus knew how to please her in bed as well as out of it.

  ‘And here I am with more sex than I can handle,’ Hillary pronounced gravely.

  ‘Oh, yes, tell me more.’ Odile looked interested but just then they were interrupted by Alicia.

  ‘Chloe and I are ready when you are.’

  They had finally agreed to go to the beach again but this time they would take a detour to the naturist beach. This was Chloe’s suggestion. They also decided to travel by taxi for a change as Alicia complained that she always ended up being the driver and so had to stay sober. None of the others was keen to volunteer so they called a local firm who dropped them at their usual parking spot near the wooded area where the two paths converged. They arranged for the driver to pick them up again at three o’clock and, each loaded down with bags and towels, set off down the path leading to the left.

  At first they were agog – everywhere they looked men, women and children of all ages were sunbathing and swimming entirely in the nude. Some of them were even playing games, or walking the dog. Despite their apparent sophistication, none of the women really knew where to look and averted their eyes hurriedly every time someone walked past them.

  ‘I can’t believe how well hung some of these old chaps are,’ Chloe whispered incredulously from the corner of her mouth.

  Hillary was shocked and looked at Odile who stifled a giggle. She looked around them. ‘This seems a good spot to me,’ she said.

  With a sigh of relief they all dropped their burdens on the burning sand and stared around them. A little way off a middle-aged couple were playing with a frisbee and one lone child was diligently building a sandcastle but apart from them their immediate surroundings were deserted. Alicia started spreading out the towels while Chloe, naturally, rummaged in the cool bag for a bottle of wine and a corkscrew. They took turns to cover each other with suntan oil then Chloe poured the wine.

  ‘Don’t you feel a bit conspicuous sitting here wearing a bikini?’

  They all turned to look at Hillary who had spoken.

  Alicia was the first to reply. ‘Well, I suppose it does seem a bit prudish.’ With an air of bravado she reached behind her and unhooked her bikini top.

  Slowly, Chloe, Hillary and Odile followed suit. They looked at each other in silence for a few minutes then Chloe said, ‘Who’s going to be daring then?’

  The other three women stared back at her, blushing profusely.

  Chloe wriggled out of her bikini bottoms and sat ramrod straight on the towel, her thighs clenched firmly together, staring directly ahead at the sea. After a few seconds she spoke between clenched teeth. ‘Come on, I don’t intend to be the only one to bare my all.’

  Hillary glanced around. There was still no one within a hundred yards of them so she quickly removed her bikini bottoms too and shortly afterwards Odile and Alicia did the same. If they had expected crowds of spectators to suddenly appear, or a film crew, they were able to breathe a sigh of relief. Even when the odd person did pass them by they gave no more than a fleeting glance, or a friendly nod. Gradually, the women relaxed and began to enjoy the unique sensation of the hot sun caressing their naked skin. Hillary rolled on to her stomach and shyly asked Alicia if she would mind coating her behind with suntan oil. Soon they were all anointing each other and, their inhibitions loosened by the wine, the sun and the lack of clothing, they all admitted to feeling aroused.

  ‘What wouldn’t I give for a group of nice hunky guys to come up to us now,’ wailed Alicia.

  Chloe blushed. ‘Do you know who I can’t stop thinking about?’

  ‘No, go on,’ Odile urged.

  ‘That boy, Fearn’s brother. Have you seen him in jeans? He’s got a divine bottom.’

  As she lay back on her towel and stared at the sky, Hillary couldn’t help noticing that her nipples had become erect. She felt excitement bubbling up within her at the thought of him, she knew just how Chloe felt.

  ‘I could teach that boy a thing or two,’ Alicia asserted smugly, adjusting her sunglasses as she turned to face the opposite direction.

  ‘I doubt it,’ Hillary blurted out. She instantly regretted her slip of the tongue as all three women sat up and stared at her.

  ‘Is there something we should know about, Hillary?’ Alicia’s voice was quiet and controlled.

  Hillary trembled. This was a sure sign her sister was about to exert her authority but none of the women was going to let her remark pass.

  ‘Okay, I’ll tell you. But promise not to tell Torran I said anything,’ she protested feebly. At that moment she felt about six years old again.

  ‘Yes, yes, we promise.’ Chloe was impatient. ‘Just tell us what happened between you and Torran. I take it something has happened?’

  Hillary nodded, failing to conceal a grin. ‘Yes, yesterday, when you were all out. Our showers weren’t working so I went to the main house. Darius and Fearn were out but . . .’

  ‘But Torran was there, eager for someone to play with,’ Alicia finished for her, unable to hide the wistful tone in her voice.

  Hillary nodded, wondering what the hell she had to feel guilty about. Suddenly she faced them all, her expression defiant. ‘We had sex for hours and it was really fantastic and I hope we get to do it all over again.’

  ‘Well,’ Alicia said, pausing to allow her sister’s admission to sink in, ‘I just hope I get to do it with him too.’ At that she threw back her head laughing and soon they were all falling about helplessly. Of course they wouldn’t give up until Hillary had told them every single detail and then they wanted to know about Haldane as well.

  ‘Is there anyone else?’ Chloe asked.

  ‘Not yet,’ Hillary admitted.

  Chloe squealed. ‘Did you hear what she said? Not yet. Oh, my God, I feel like a nun!’

  ‘Sorry, can’t see any around,’ Odile quipped, sending them all into fresh gales of laughter.

  ‘Are you ladies having a good time?’

  The deep voice was unexpected. Thinking it sounded slightly familiar, Hillary looked up. It was Haldane. He too was naked and looking even more magnificent than she remembered.

  Chloe and Alicia went bright pink with embarrassment when they saw him, but Odile grinned openly and waved a bottle of wine in the air. ‘Would you like some?’

  He nodded and sat down on the edge of Hillary’s towel. Hillary noticed that Chloe couldn’t take her eyes off his penis so after a few minutes she kicked her in the ankle.

  ‘Ouch! Oh, sorry, Hilly.’ Chloe pouted and rubbed her leg.

  ‘What have you been up to?’ Haldane asked.

  It was a rhetorical question but Hillary blushed guiltily and stammered a reply. ‘Just hanging around the Hall, sunbathing and so forth.’

  Chloe snorted when Hillary said this, only blushing when Hillary flashed her a warning look.

  Haldane sipped his wine and smiled openly at Hillary who was still red faced. ‘I’m not checking up on you.’

  They all sat around talking and drinking wine for a little while, then Haldane suggested a walk. Much as they fancied him, Alicia and Chloe shook their heads, They weren’t mentally prepared to parade down the beach stark naked.

  Odile was not embarrassed but sensed that Hillary would prefer to be alone with him. ‘You two go, we’ll just stay here and soak up some rays.’

  Haldane took Hillary’s hand and they walked for about half a mile in silence when suddenly he stopped and stared down into her face, his expression serious. ‘Do you wish that we didn’t meet any more, Hillary?’

  ‘No.’ She shook her head vehemently. ‘Far from it. I just didn’
t want you to think that I was chasing you, or putting pressure on you.’

  He nodded gravely. ‘That’s very perceptive of you, Hillary.’ He stared out to sea for a moment or two, shielding his eyes from the sun with his free hand. Then he spoke, his words travelling out to sea on the ozone-laden air. ‘It’s true I don’t like to feel tied down, I am a free man, a free spirit.’

  ‘I know that, Haldane, and I’m not looking for any ties either, just some fun.’

  ‘I know what sort of fun you like best, Hillary, remember?’

  He ran his finger lightly down her spine and she shivered, her clitoris starting to tingle as though it had not been touched in ages. She looked around but the beach where they were standing seemed quite crowded.

  ‘Come on!’ Haldane took her hand again and started to run towards the dunes.

  They slowed down and walked by the side of the high banks of dunes for a few hundred yards until they came to a place where they could climb up. Haldane pushed his large hand against the underside of her bottom, helping her upwards.

  Hillary smiled to herself. He was such a gentleman; a gentleman who never passed up an opportunity to touch her.

  As soon as they had both reached the top of the dunes, Haldane held her and they kissed deeply for several minutes, running their hands over each other in a feverish attempt to quell their growing lust. Hillary glanced around. The dunes were so high where they stood, in a low dip, that they were completely hidden from view. Suddenly, a dark cloud passed across the sun and she shivered, feeling her nipples harden. All at once she felt unaccountably primitive, like a child of nature, and couldn’t deny an overwhelming urge to possess him there and then. One look at Haldane told her he felt the same way. They both knew there was no time for preamble; voices could be heard in the distance and the sound of children playing overlaid the rhythmic pounding of the surf against the shore.

  He ran his hand over her belly and suddenly swooped between her legs, taking her unawares. His fingers were cool against her hot flesh and they soothed each desperate, throbbing part of her with deft strokes, then hovered for a few seconds before plunging deep inside her, catching her breath from the inside.