The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05

The Caribbean Cruise of Paul and Jenny. By Paul.

By Paul

Part Six.

Chapter 1.

We left for London Airport at 4am. My father drove. My grandparents had insisted on seeing us off . Grandmother still didn't look well.

We meet up with Carole, Dorothy and Dave in the Departure lounge after booking in and saying goodbye to my father.

Apart from getting tired easily Jenny was practically good as new. With the Doctors advice about no sex for another two months ringing in our ears I was happy that this would be a new start for us. I still hadn't told Jenny about my little fling with Sammy or the time I had Jane, that could wait, hopefully for ever.

I had resolved to be faithful from now on but when Carole rubbed herself against me when we kissed on meeting I realised that it was going to be hard. In fact I could feel it starting to grow. She must have felt it too as she lingered in my arms a couple of seconds longer than was strictly necessary.

Jenny looked at me. I smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

Our flight was called and, on boarding, we took our seats.

Jenny wanted to sit by the window, I sat by her side and held her hand, Carole sat by me and took my other hand.

"I hope you don't mind Jenny? It's my first time in a plane." She said.

"As long as that's all you hold." Jenny replied.

A Stewardess passing stopped and said.

"I'll see if the Captain will let you up on the flight deck a little later if you like?"

"Thanks very much." I said. "We'll enjoy that."

We were off. Forced back into our seats during the take off and climb. After what seemed only a few seconds the seatbelt and no smoking signs went out. We were to fly to New York. Spend the night in a Hotel and fly down the Eastern Seaboard of the United States to Miami the following afternoon.

We were due to arrive around lunch time in New York, plenty of time for some sight seeing, to catch a show after dinner and for the girls to shop the following morning.

Breakfast was served and both girls snuggled down with their heads on my shoulders.

Jenny held both of my hands, protectively.

After an hour Coffee was served so I shook both girls awake. We all went to the toilets. Carole entered the cubical first whilst Jenny and I waited. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her ass into my groin.

"Please don't, Paul. You know I can't. I couldn't, even if I could. I started my period last night."

"Why didn't you tell me before. That's great news." And it was. It could have meant her single ovary was working and had produced an egg during the last two weeks.

I kissed her.

The other cubical door opened and a middle aged man came out. We moved back to let him pass. Jenny looked around then stepped into the cubical pulling me after her. I locked the door behind me. Jenny sat on the seat and unzipped my trousers.

"It's not the real five mile high club but it's the best I can do at present.

We'll have to do it properly another time." She said pulling my prick towards her mouth.

Cupping my balls with one hand she stroked my prick with the other in time with the movements of her mouth. I could hear Carole moving in the next cubical, the flush of the toilet, the running of water as she washed her hands.

I found myself thinking of her body as she lay naked on the floor of the farmhouse. The sight of her being buggered by Small. My attention was drawn back to Jenny. I held her head still as I came, my sperm hitting the back of her throat, making her splutter and cough. A small trickle of come ran from the corner of her mouth. I collected it on my finger and pushed it between her lips. She stood up. I kissed her forehead, her nose and finally her lips, tasting the salt of my come.

"Turn around, I want to use the toilet." She said, pushing on my shoulder. I did as I was told. Staring at the back of the door I could hear the rustling of her clothes, the hissing of her piss followed by a plop, plop, plop.

"Sorry, I didn't think I needed one of those."

"Don't worry. I'll be doing one myself shortly."

The sound of paper being used, the opening and closing of her handbag, the opening and closing of the draw at the side of the toilet for Women's sanitary items. Her arms around my waist and her head resting on my shoulder.

"Your turn, while I wash my hands." She squeezed me.

We squeezed past one another. I dropped my underpants and trousers and sat down.

Jenny watched as she filled the sink with water.

"It's not really fair." I complained. "You look at me but I can't watch you."

I started pissing.

"You know I'm shy about my bodily functions. I've seen yours lot's of times so it doesn't matter."

"I would like to see you."

"You've seen me wee."

"Only once. I want to see you every day."

My anus relaxed, letting past a turd. More piss followed by more shit.

She finished washing her hands and drying them and sat on my lap.

"One day I will, probably. Just give me time"

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I want to talk to you about Carole."

"What about her? I haven't done anything."

"I know. I think she will try."

"We'll have to fight her off together."

She looked me straight in the eye.

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course. I don't want anyone but you."

She kissed me on the lips.

"Wash your hands. Lets go."

Chapter 2.

We arrived in New York and after a two hour wait to get through immigration we booked in our main luggage for the following day and with two small cases containing a change of clothes and our overnight things we took two cabs to our hotel. The snow was just beginning to fall as we drove into the city. I sat between Carole and Jenny in one whilst Dorothy and Dave rode in the other. The cabs deposited us outside a tall building with three broad steps leading to the wide entrance. We went to reception, booked in, collected our keys and were escorted to the lifts by the bell boy. He insisted on carrying our cases which I didn't mind as it gave me both hands to hold Jenny.

Two double rooms and a single on the same floor. The two doubles next door to each other part way down the corridor and the single at the far end, on the opposite side, far end, next to the fire escape. Dave and Dorothy took the first double, Carole and Jenny the second and I had the single. I tipped the bell boy two dollars, from the look on his face it wasn't enough.

Opening the case I shared with Jenny I took out my things. Two shirts, a pair of underpants and socks I put in a drawer. My wash bag, razor and aftershave I put in the bathroom. I hung my sports jacket and Parker in the closet. It was warm in the room so I took off the thin jumper I'd worn to travel in, sat down on the bed and switched on the TV.

Sgt Bilko was on. I liked Bilko.

A tap on the door, it opened and in slipped Jenny.

"Hello." She said sitting next to me.

I put my arm around her and kissed her.

I lay back and pulled her with me. I liked Bilko, but not that much.

Jenny twisted until she was leaning across my chest, looking down at me.

"Hmm. And what shall we do now?"

I pulled her head to mine and kissed her.

"There's not a lot we can do." I replied mournfully.

"You really are hard done by. I do it to you nearly every day and you're still not satisfied."

I thought she was going to cry.

"I didn't mean anything. I know you do everything you can. And it's very nice. There's only 56 days to go."

"You really are keeping count. It may not be exactly three months after the operation. I was talking to Jane." You're lucky ,I thought. She hasn't said a word to me after I fucked her up the ass on the night of the nurses Christmas party. Sammy on the other hand gave me the opportunity on a couple of occasions but I managed to resist her. "Perhaps when I finish my period, if you're very, very gentle."

"Do you want to come now?" She reached behind her and felt my balls.

"You don't have to." I said, my breathing becoming easier.

She turned to lay by my side. She undid my trousers and pushed them down with my underpants, freeing my prick and balls. He cupped my balls, gently squeezing.

"You were talking about you not seeing me do everything well I haven't seen you do it to yourself. You've seen me."

"You don't want to see me do it."

"Yes I do. Please."

She kissed me.

"Alright, but don't say anything."

I reached down with my right hand and held my, by now, hard prick. I slowly stroked myself, gradually increasing the pace, slowing as each wave of pleasure overtook me, then speeding up.

Jenny rested her head on my chest and watched silently as, with a gasp, I came. My come shooting into the air in spurts, falling to form a small lake in my navel.

Jenny lifted her head.

"Come on, let's go. They've a big shopping mall behind the hotel, you can buy anything there. Can I have some money please?"

She slipped into the toilet and returned with some toilet tissue.

"Here, use this." She said handing it to me.

"Thanks. The monies in the inside pocket of my Parker."

Jenny went to the closet and returned with the envelope containing my travellers cheques. He looked inside it.

"You've brought a lot."

"Well, there is two of us."

"I'm only a poor student, I don't have any money, except what my parents let me have." She suddenly looked very unhappy. I held her hand.

"Don't cry. I've told you it's our money."

"You don't understand. My parents had to give my sisters less for Christmas so they could give me money to come here."

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Let's send them some money."

"No. They would never take it from you."

"Then we will buy them the best presents we can on our way back. Can I put some money in your account? That way it'll be coming from you."

"We will talk about it when we get home. Let's go to reception, cash some travellers cheques and put the rest in the safe."

I took two $100 cheques and sealed the remainder in the envelope, writing my name and room number on the front. Jenny looked at me.

"Two?"

"One for you, one for me. It's not safe one person carrying it all."

"That's true." Was all she said.

There was a tap at the door.

Dorothy's voice. "Are you two coming?"

The Caribbean Cruise of Paul and Jenny. By Paul.

Part 7.

Chapter 1.

The old man sat on a bench outside his hut.

Waiting.

He had seen the four young people drive past earlier in the afternoon, had made his preparations and awaited their return.

He sensed, rather than heard their approach. From beneath the bench he picked up what appeared to be a human skull on the end of a stick with feathers stuck to its dome. It rattled as he moved it.

Holding it in front of him he mouthed some words in a language few would understand and returned it to beneath the bench.

A small opened top Jeep came around the corner, the engine spluttered and died, the driver lost control and it finished nose first in the shallow ditch which surrounded the old cemetery.

Four young people climbed out of the vehicle, two strapping males and two pretty girls, all in their early twenties.

The driver looked around.

"Is everyone ok?" He asked. "I don't know what happened to the Jeep. Everything just seemed to stop working."

"I'm ok, Mike." The slightly taller of the girls replied. "How are you Sue?"

"I've a sore ass, but that may have been Joe last night."

"Don't talk like that!" Wanda looked embarrassed.

"Don't be such a prude."

"I'm not a prude."

"Let's ask this old man where we are."

Joe walked across to the bench.

"Can you speak English?"

"A little." He replied with a heavy French accent. "Come inside, you rest. I get car fixed."

A man had come out of a hut a little further along the road. The old man made a sign to he and he smiled, broadly and walked off toward a small group of buildings in the distance.

"Come in, come in." The old man moved to one side and ushered them into his hut. They all felt compelled to enter.

"Your ship sails at midnight, yes?"

"Yeah. That's right." Mike replied.

"Are we far from the docks?" He continued.

"Less than an hour in your vehicle." The old man looked the girl's up and down. "You will be there in plenty of time. Here, drink this."

He picked a jug and poured some of the contents into four cups.

Mike took the one offered to him and lifted it to his nose.

"Smells ok." He took a sip. "Tastes good. What's in it?"

"Only good things." The old man handed the remaining cups around. They all drank deeply.

"Sit and rest. I will find out if everything is ready."

The old man left the hut.

"What do you think he meant by that?" Wanda asked. "He gives me the creeps the way he looked at us."

"I suppose he's checking on the jeep. Come here, Sue." Joe said sitting on an old settee and pulling her down with him. He put his arm around her and she moved closer, kissing his neck.

"Don't you two ever get enough?" Mike asked putting two chairs side by side and sitting down with Wanda.

"I feel so tired." Wanda yawned and stretched.

Mike stifled a yawn with the back of his hand.

"It's been a long day."

Wanda leant her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her.

Chapter 2.

Darkness was falling as the old man returned. He had made his preparations well. He would remain high in the esteem of his village.

About eighteen men and half a dozen women had gathered in the cemetery, screened from the road by undergrowth and a derelict Chapel. They were setting up lanterns and tables, spreading food and jugs of drink out.

The old man entered his hut carrying his skull on the stick.

He shook it. The occupants looked up.

"It is time for you to join us." He touched the girl's on their foreheads. "Take your clothes off."

Both girls stood and started undressing. The men made movements as if to stop them.

"Sleep. Sleep." He shook the skull and muttered some words. Joe sank back into the settee and Mike laid his head on his folded arms on the small table. The girls were naked. He walked around them. Feeling their breasts then inserting the end of his wand between their legs and into their vaginas. Both girls stood on tiptoe as they were penetrated otherwise made no movements or sound.

A drum was slowly beating outside. Darkness was nearly upon them. The old man lit a lantern.

"Come."

He left and the girls followed.

The temperature outside the hut had dropped with the coming of darkness and both girls shivered.

The old man led the way. Across the small bridge and under the lynch gate, along the overgrown path and behind the old chapel to where the group waited, one banging slowly on a drum.

The girls were picked up and laid on two flat tombstones with metal ring fixed to each corner. Many hands touched them, on their breasts, between their legs. Tying them down in the form of a St Andrews cross, legs spread wide.

The old man donned a wicker hat festooned with feathers and a short cloak.

First he walked to where Wanda lay and talking in a low voice rubbed the skull over her breasts, her stomach and onto her pubic hairs. Taking the skull in his hands he placed the end of the shaft against her vagina and pushed it inside. Wanda felt as if she was just waking up and tried to move. The ropes held firm and hands on either thigh kept her open. She threw her head to either side and tried to scream but no sounds came. The wand remained bedded deep inside her as a chicken was produced and it's throat cut over her head. The old man catching it's blood in a bowl. She wanted to scream, to beg them to leave her alone. The old man dipped his fingertip in the blood and drew patterns on her body. Around her nipples, her breasts, outlining her ribs. More lines of blood up the inside of her thighs towards her vagina.

He walked to her head, lifted it and poured some liquid from a small bottle between her lips. It was thick and sweet.

He removed the wand from her vagina and walked to where Sue lay. The crowd parted to allow her to see him repeat his actions on Sue's body. She was throwing herself from side to side. Her mouth open wide as if she was screaming. The wand was inserted into her, the chicken's throat cut above her head. The tracing of lines and circles on her breasts, her ribs, her inner thighs. She was given a drink from the small bottle.

Wanda could feel a warmth growing between her legs an itch that needed to be scratched. The old man walked away towards his hut, carrying the bowl of blood and his wand.

The crowd split into two approached the two girls. Wanda could feel their hands on her body, feeling her breasts, penetrating her, pulling her lips apart. She tried to close her thighs but too many hands were holding her open. She looked down her body and saw a man climbing onto the slab, pulling down his trousers. His prick looked huge. Again she tried to close her legs as leant forward. She could feel the fingers holding her open and the ones guiding him into her. He thrust, once, twice, three times and he was in her, sinking deeper and deeper, filling her as nobody had ever done before. She welcomed his invasion of her body. She wanted him inside her, deeper, deeper. Still she could not speak but tried to encourage him with her thighs and hips. His pace increased and she could feel him swelling inside her, his sperm against the walls of her tube. He stopped moving and pulled from her. She didn't want him to leave her hole. A second man mounted her. His prick sliding easily inside her. Hands turned her head to one side. A man was kneeling by her side guiding his prick to her lips. She opened them willingly. Happy to take him between them. She felt the man inside her hole coming and being replaced. The man in her mouth came and left. Lips were on her lips. Kissing her. A tongue touching hers. Two thighs above her, a black vagina lowered to her mouth. She licked, hesitantly, at first then with more force and speed. She could hear the woman moan. Grinding herself against her face. Sliding forward so that her anus was in contact with her tongue. Moving again until her clitoris was in position to be licked and sucked. She came, her thighs tight against Wanda's head.

Another man was entering her.

She turned her head and look towards Sue. She was on her hands and knees. A man at either end. She saw the man kneeling behind her withdraw and another take his place. From his angle she could tell he was entering her through her anus. Around her the other women present were all being mounted. Some on their backs, some on hands and knees, one bent over a head stone.

Hands were at her wrists and ankles and she was turned over. All thoughts of resistance had left her she was happy to be placed in whatever position they wanted her.

Something wet and cold was being rubbed on her anus. Her buttocks were spread wide; the head of a prick was pushing against her tight hole, slowly opening her. He was in. Further, further. It hurt, and then it felt strange, the pain going to be replaced by a warm glow. Another prick was presented to her lips. Her hands were free and she used one to work the foreskin back and forth. The man exploded in her bowels, he pulled from her to be replaced almost immediately. This man changed holes on almost every thrust. Working himself deeper and deeper inside her with each one.

Fingers were on her clitoris, rubbing furiously. She came, with sperm entering her at both ends, and with her orgasm came sleep.

She awoke to find herself in the back of the Jeep, her head on Mike's shoulder, as it pulled into the car park at the entrance to the docks. She climbed out stiffly. Her bum felt sore. The seats weren't very comfortable in the back of the Jeep.

She looked at her watch as they walked towards the gangway. It was a quarter after eleven. That nice old man was right. They had plenty of time.