The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

by Cheryl Mildenhall

  While he caressed her, Hillary reached between their hot naked bodies, grasping his shaft in both hands and squeezing hard. She ran her fingers up and down the length of it, teasing the tip until the first drops of fluid appeared and coated her fingers. Then she held them up to her lips and sucked each one in turn, savouring the saline flavour before rubbing her lips across his chest. He tasted of the sea inside and out.

  Behind her was a large, flat-topped dune about waist height. Haldane spun her around and pushed her forwards unceremoniously. She gasped as her stomach and breasts came into contact with the hot sand, then cried aloud as he entered her. Holding her hips firmly he thrust into her eight or nine times, smiling with satisfaction at her cries of passion which were drowned out instantly by the squalls of the seagulls wheeling overhead.

  She thought he would let her go as soon as they climaxed but she was wrong. Pinning her to the dune with one massive hand spanning her back, he slid the other between her legs. Gently he parted her labia, rubbing cool fingers over her burning clitoris. Then, using his pelvis, he forced her body forwards, moving his hand at the last minute, so that her exposed bud was pressed against a tuft of marram grass, the spikes immediately prickling her delicate flesh.

  Hillary moaned at the unexpected contact. Used only to the sensation of pliant flesh against the most sensitive parts of her body, she suddenly felt a primeval yearning for more of the same.

  Haldane must have read her thoughts, she mused, as she saw him scan the area of sand around their feet. A few inches away, on top of another tuft of grass, lay a long smooth stone, its rough edges polished to a shine by years of tossing about in the tide. They both seemed to notice it at the same moment and Haldane swiftly bent and picked it up before returning immediately to his position as captor. For a few moments he weighed the stone in his hand, considering the possibilities. It had obviously been recently picked up by a seabird and dropped because it was still cold and salty wet from the sea.

  The first thing Hillary felt was its cool slick dampness stroking her buttocks, occasionally sliding between the cleft and over her throbbing sex. Haldane’s cock was no longer inside her and she wondered how he would use the stone, if he would use it to penetrate the place he had so recently vacated. The thought excited her but, at the same time, the dimensions of the inanimate object were nowhere near as impressive as the Norwegian’s own member.

  Haldane seemed in no rush to make a decision. He extended the path of the stone, trailing it up and down the length of her spine as he continued to stimulate her sex with his hand.

  All movement ceased for a moment, then he spoke. ‘If I let you go you will stay in that position.’ His words were a command that Hillary wanted to obey. She nodded, her stomach tightening with fresh excitement.

  As Haldane took his hand from her back, she pressed herself further forwards over the sand dune and clasped it with both arms. A wisp of chill air whipped her exposed sex and she moaned with renewed desire, rubbing her swollen nipples against the hot grains of sand. She could sense him looking at her, considering what to do next.

  Suddenly she felt his massive hands on her buttocks, spreading her wider and wider as his fingers teased the pink puckered skin. Despite her embarrassment she squirmed under his touch, then jumped as the tip of the long smooth stone nudged the rosy opening inside her cleft. ‘Haldane?’ she murmured. Her voice was tremulous. He was going to do what she dreaded and desired the most.

  ‘I won’t hurt you, Hillary,’ he replied, his tone reassuring.

  Carefully, he pressed the stone against the tight muscles surrounding her opening, using the fingers of his other hand to probe her vagina, arousing her to such an extent that her body automatically yielded to the new invader. With great delicacy he used the stone to mirror the actions of his fingers. Probing, turning, withdrawing a little.

  Gradually she relaxed into the rhythm, her mind and body totally consumed by the unprecedented sensations invoked within her. As her moans turned to screams of ecstasy, Haldane was forced to urge her into silence. The sounds that were reverberating around them were approaching a crescendo that was sure to attract the attention of others.

  After a few more minutes he withdrew the stone, replacing his fingers with his rock-hard shaft. Once more they took delight in each other’s body, until they both exploded in a final glorious climax.

  Afterwards, Hillary sank to the ground, as limp as a rag doll, her breathing laboured. Using every ounce of her remaining strength, she turned her head to smile at Haldane who also sat on the sand, his back to a high dune. ‘I’ve realised what’s different about you, Haldane,’ she said, when she had recovered her breath a little.

  ‘Yes?’ He smiled contentedly.

  ‘Every time I think it can’t get any better between us, it does.’ She paused, wondering if she had overstepped the mark somehow, perhaps by making it sound as though she was looking for some sort of commitment from him. She hastened to reassure him. ‘I don’t want anything from you, Haldane, it’s just an observation, that’s all.’

  Without replying, he unfurled his massive frame and rose to his feet, pulling her upright along with him.

  With a serious expression he looked into her eyes. ‘I told you already, Hillary, I am a free spirit.’

  ‘I know, I didn’t mean . . .’

  He silenced her with a brief shake of his golden head. ‘Do not worry, I want you to become a free spirit too. I want you to return with me to Norway. We will have some good times there, I promise you. A little adventure for the two of us perhaps,’ he added, smiling.

  Hillary was struck dumb. It was the last thing she had expected him to say. She wanted to explain that she liked him a lot and desired him like crazy, but to go to Norway with him? That would mean turning her whole life upside down and she had only known him a few days, they hadn’t even spent a whole night together. She explained all this to him, as gently as she could, adding that despite all her reservations she loved the idea and would appreciate some time to think about it.

  ‘Of course.’ He nodded gravely. ‘I understand, but I plan to leave by the end of next week. Either you go with me then or we say goodbye.’

  They left the cave and walked back along the beach in silence, each consumed by their own thoughts. By the time they reached Alicia, Chloe and Odile, it was almost three o’clock. The women had already packed up their things and were waiting for her, looking more than a little disgruntled. Alicia tossed Hillary her bikini as she approached.

  ‘I’m sorry I cut it so fine,’ Hillary said apologetically, feeling as though she should say something by way of appeasement.

  Haldane whispered something in her ear and she nodded. He looked around at the others. ‘Bye, everyone.’

  They waved until he was out of sight, then Chloe turned to Hillary, her face agog. ‘Did you? While you were walking, I mean?’

  Hillary sighed and stepped into her bikini bottoms, then tied the halter top around her neck. She felt confused and was becoming a little tired of people choosing to live vicarious sex lives through her; consequently she felt a little snappy. ‘Not while we were walking along, no.’

  Chloe pulled a face and Odile caught her eye, shaking her head as if to say, ‘Leave it alone.’

  The older woman shrugged, picked up a couple of bags and started making her way back up the beach to the car park, the other three following silently in her wake. About half a mile from the beach they decided on an action plan for the evening which basically involved eating a lot and getting very drunk. During the drive back they ordered the driver to stop in the village where they stocked up with more wine, some bread, cheese, pate, salad and fruit. By the time they arrived back at Harwood Hall they had managed to recover their high spirits completely.

  As soon as all their purchases were stacked in the fridge, the four women went outside to the patio. It seemed a little crowded with four sun loungers but soon they were once again stripped, oiled and lying prostrate under the sun’s rays.<
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  ‘Do you think we should sunbathe in the nude here?’ Hillary said, glancing round nervously but Alicia laughed.

  ‘Relax, Hilly, there’s no one here. Fearn has gone to Cromer for the day, Darius won’t come here because his secretary said he’s at a farm auction in Suffolk and Fearn’s brother is working in King’s Lynn.’

  Hillary was impressed. ‘Do you keep tabs on everybody?’

  Her sister nodded blithely. ‘It just takes a little practice and a bit of effort, darling. Mind you, it comes naturally to me now, I’ve honed my skills on Clive.’

  Hillary laughed but presently their conversation dried up and they concentrated on improving their tans. The soporific effects of the sun and wine quickly lulled them into a blissful, dreamy state and, as a result, they were all completely unaware that they were being watched. Not via hidden cameras but in person.

  The unexpected voyeur was Torran, who had returned to the Hall early. One of the apprentices had failed to grasp even the basics of his craft and so, by mutual agreement, he had left the glass works early and for good. With no one else to instruct there was no reason for Torran to stay until the end of the shift.

  The telephone was ringing as he entered the Hall. It was Fearn calling to let him know that she would be staying in Cromer for the night. Torran wasn’t bothered by his sister’s absence as in truth they didn’t really have much in common. He agreed to convey her message to their mother and to Darius, changed out of his work clothes, showered and dressed again in a pair of cut-off blue denim shorts. Then he made a sandwich, opened a can of beer and switched on the television but there was only ten minutes of tennis left to watch.

  As he watched the players flick the ball backwards and forwards across the net, he wondered idly what Hillary was doing. Although he longed to repeat their encounter from the day before, he seriously doubted that they’d get the opportunity. Not with Darius watching his every move.

  He had accepted long ago that his half-brother was a strange character and not beyond being cruel or ruthless in his quest to get what he wanted, therefore it worried him that such a man should set his sights on someone as basically naive as Hillary. Perhaps he could get his mother to intervene, he mused, she at least had some vestige of control over Darius.

  With concentrated determination, he pushed all thoughts of Darius and his other family members from his mind, acknowledging that the heady combination of a hot day and someone as luscious as Hillary was making him feel horny as hell. He glanced at his watch and frowned. As it was still too early to go down to the village pub, the only thing left for him to do was catch some rays. Grabbing a second can of beer from the fridge on his way through the kitchen, Torran opened the back door and stepped outside, pausing for a few seconds to breath in the heady scent of herbs coming from the kitchen garden.

  He looked through the archway to the patio where he’d discovered Hillary the previous day and almost choked on his beer. Hillary was there, along with the other two women, plus the girl he’d seen with the French boyfriend. The best bit was, they were all sunbathing stark naked.

  He hesitated, unsure of his next move. The scene before him was the answer to any man’s prayers yet he felt awkward about approaching them. What should he do, simply saunter through the garden and say hello? He knew he didn’t have the balls for that. He took another gulp of his beer and thought for a moment. A plan came to mind.

  Unfortunately, or not, depending on which way one looked at it, he never got the opportunity to put his plan into action. While he was still hovering at the entrance to the kitchen garden, Chloe opened one eye, saw him and screamed. Instantly the other three sat up and looked around. Hillary spied Torran, who was now blushing even harder than Alicia and Chloe.

  She waved and called to him. ‘Hi there, would you like a drink?’

  ‘Hillary!’ Alicia hissed a warning under her breath but Torran was already striding towards them.

  The women’s apparent embarrassment made him feel a little bolder. He surveyed them all slowly, before his eyes finally came to rest on Hillary’s amused face.

  ‘This must be my lucky day.’ He smiled and sat down on his usual chair. Accepting Hillary’s offer of wine, he poured himself a glass then topped up the others. ‘Bottoms up.’ He smirked, his eyes skimming insolently over each woman’s pubic mound.

  Inside the house the telephone rang and Odile jumped up. ‘That will be Theo, he promised to ring me. I’ll take it in my room.’

  If Torran was disappointed that the young woman had left he didn’t show it. Alicia had rolled over onto her stomach when Torran looked at her but now she was obviously having difficulty oiling her back. Hillary was just about to offer her assistance when Torran knelt down by Alicia’s side and took the bottle from her hand. ‘Please, let me,’ he said.

  He poured a little of the liquid into his palm and began massaging her shoulders, increasing the pressure of his strokes until Alicia started to moan contentedly. Torran glanced across her back and winked at Hillary who instantly returned his smile, although she felt a little resentful; only the day before she had been the sole object of his attention. She conveniently chose to forget about her satisfying encounter with Haldane that same afternoon.

  Chloe too was watching Torran’s expert manipulations with undisguised envy. ‘Do me next, please,’ she said, pouting.

  ‘Your wish is my command.’ Torran grinned. Oh boy, was he going to make the most of this!

  By the time he had finished oiling both Alicia and Chloe his arousal was obvious. Chloe had insisted that he anoint both sides of her body and he had great difficulty controlling himself as his hands slid sensuously over her breasts. Hillary was now waiting expectantly for him to oil her too yet he knew that once he touched her familiar, willing curves he would be lost completely. He took a huge gulp of wine to fortify himself. ‘I –’ he said, hesitating.

  ‘Please, Torran.’ She looked so beguiling lying there, naked, deeply tanned and with her silky hair fanned out on the pillow of the sun lounger.

  He drew in his breath and, with a huge amount of self-control, knelt beside her and began to knead her supple flesh. He could tell that she was as aroused as he was. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her nipples were as hard as bullets, swollen to twice their normal size. He let his fingers drift across the tops of her thighs, conscious of the other two women watching him. From their conversation he now knew which was Chloe and which was Alicia and he had also gathered that Alicia was Hillary’s older sister. That bothered him a little but what he really didn’t like to think about was that both Chloe and Alicia were married.

  Suddenly he felt a hand snake between his legs, encompassing his cock. Naked breasts were pressing against his back. It was Chloe. He swallowed hard, almost holding his breath as she withdrew her hand momentarily before encircling his waist with both arms, her fingers fumbling with his button-fly.

  ‘Damn! Now I know why zips were invented.’ Chloe had broken a carefully cultivated fingernail.

  Hillary giggled at the other woman’s complaint. ‘No pain, no gain, Chloe.’ She was surprised to find that she didn’t mind Chloe touching Torran, as long as he was touching her. Eventually, as Chloe continued to fumble, Torran took pity on her and removed his own shorts. Again he wore nothing underneath, Hillary noted. She glanced at her sister who was staring at Chloe and Torran with unconcealed fascination. Chloe was now kneeling in front of Torran, teasing his cock with her lips.

  ‘I didn’t know you knew how to do that, Chloe,’ Alicia commented matter of factly.

  Chloe mumbled, her mouth too full to reply.

  Alicia walked over to the couple and kissed Torran hard on the mouth; he responded by cupping her small breasts in his hands, teasing the nipples with his thumbs until they were as hard and swollen as Hillary’s. All Hillary could do was watch them, wondering where it would all lead.

  Suddenly Odile appeared in the kitchen doorway, she was fully dressed in white cotton trousers and a T-
shirt. ‘Would anyone like some real food?’

  At the mention of food, Chloe looked up, kissed the tip of Torran’s penis and smiled sweetly at him. ‘Later, darling, I’m famished.’

  Hillary also rose to her feet and hovered uncertainly. Torran and Alicia were still groping each other like a couple of sex-starved teenagers. After a few minutes she shrugged and stepped inside the kitchen. Out of the corner of her eye she just caught a glimpse of Torran pushing Alicia back onto the very sun lounger she had just vacated.

  Odile had prepared a lovely spread and, despite a slight feeling of disquiet, Hillary realised she was extremely hungry. They sat eating in silence for a few minutes, then Chloe, smiling brightly, inclined her head towards the back door. ‘No need to guess what those two are up to.’

  Odile noticed Hillary frowning and asked, ‘Does it really bother you? You hardly know Torran after all.’

  Hillary shook her head, realising something as she did so. ‘It’s not that Torran is screwing someone else, it’s just that the someone else happens to be Alicia.’

  Odile nodded sagely. ‘I know what you mean.’

  Chloe obviously didn’t. ‘So you don’t mind if I have him after Alix then?’

  Hillary laughed and shook her head. ‘No, Chloe, feel free.’ Then she looked enquiringly at Odile. ‘I take it you’re not planning to join the orgy?’

  The young woman shook her head. ‘I couldn’t. Theo means too much to me and anyway –’ She suddenly hesitated.

  Hillary was about to ask her to carry on when she saw Torran in the doorway. ‘Come and have something to eat, you must be starving,’ she said.

  He noticed Hillary was laughing as she spoke but didn’t miss the fact that her voice also held a trace of sarcasm. ‘Thanks, I am.’ He sat down at the table and helped himself to some cheese and salad.