The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 09

"Come on." She urged gently pulling my finger out of my hole and placing it on my clitoris. "You know you want to."

She was right, I did. It was like sharing an important secret with a trusted friend.

"Close your eyes." She moved my finger against my clit.

I closed my eyes picking up the tempo from her. Quickening. Rubbing faster, increasing the pressure against my hard little button. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I came and came. Linda was feeling my breasts. Her lips were on mine. Her tongue was in my mouth.

I turned onto my side away from her, embarrassed.

"It's alright." She breathed into my ear. "Nobody will know."

I was confused. I needed Paul.

"I must see Paul." I climbed from the bed. I opened my suitcase and took out my bathrobe. As I put it on I looked down at the bed.

Linda lay on her back rubbing furiously at her own fanny. Our eyes held contact until she came, pulling in short gasps of air into her lungs.

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She wiped them off with the back of her hand.

"It's our secret." She said, still fighting to control her breathing. "We can do this every night."

No. That wasn't what I wanted. I felt so confused. I needed to see

Paul.

I stepped out of our room and across the corridor to Paul's.

I needed the reassurance that I was not a lesbian. Paul was going to give it to me.

Chapter 2. (Paul).

There was a tap on the door as I was about to get into the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door.

Jenny stepped inside and threw her arms around my neck; her tongue forced its way between my lips. She tasted different. Not that I was complaining.

I pulled away from her.

"I was going for a shower." I said.

"I need the toilet."

"O k." I said. "I'll wait."

She reached for my hand.

"Come with me."

I followed her into the bathroom. Jenny normally wouldn't let me see her on the toilet. She dropped her bathrobe and sat down.

"You can look if you like." She said opening her legs and releasing her flow of piss. I heard a splash as something solid hit the water.

Suddenly I couldn't watch. This was her private moment. Not for display. I turned my back and switched on the shower. I heard her crying. I turned to face her. She looked so upset about something. I took her hands and stood her up wrapping her in my arms. It suddenly occurred to me she may not have finished.

"You done?" I kissed her and held her tight.

She nodded.

"What's wrong?"

"You always wanted to look." She sniffed. "Don't you want me anymore?"

"Of course I want you." I said, running my hands up and down her back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's shower."

I followed her into the cubical. The water was luke-warm. I picked up my bar of soap from the dish and worked up a lather, starting on her shoulders. She stood still, letting my hands roam where they would. Down her back. Between the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes never left my face.

I did her breasts, her stomach, her fanny. She stepped from the shower pulling me after her by the hand. She ignored the towels and went straight to the bed. Lying on her back she opened her legs and rubbed my semi-hard prick up and down against her slit, working my foreskin back and forth as she did so.

She guided me into her fanny when I was hard. I saw her wince as if she was in pain and tried to pull out.

"I'm hurting you." I said.

"No you're not." She replied, wrapping her legs around my waist and placing her heels on my ass cheeks.

I started pumping in and out of her. She had such a serious expression on her face, her body was so stiff. I wasn't enjoying this and I didn't think she was.

I stopped moving.

I pulled out of her despite her protests.

"Paul. Don't. I need you." She cried.

"Not like this." I rolled onto my back.

We both lay still, neither of us talking or moving for what seemed an age.

"I do love you, Paul." She said, her voice trembling slightly.

I held her hand. There's a time for flippancy and a time not. I think I grew up.

"I love you." I really meant it.

She turned onto her side, looking down on me.

"You mean that."

"I do."

She lay her head on my chest. I put my arms around her and held her. Not wanting to spoil the moment I kept my hands still.

Jenny moved first. Her hand on my prick she knelt between my legs and stroked me back to hardness.

"Don't move." Her head dropped and my prick slid between her lips, into her mouth. She lifted her head and looked at me. "This one's on me."

Her head bobbed up and down. I don't know what had upset her. This wasn't the time to ask. I ran my fingers through her hair. It was still wet from the shower. Her hand was squeezing and stroking the base of my prick whilst her lips moved my foreskin back and forth. I was nearly there. I tried to hold her head still as I bucked with my hips. I heard, then saw the door opening. I was going to come. Linda walked into the room.

"Jenny. Jenny." She was almost crying.

Jenny lifted her head as I started to come. She looked at Linda with my come hitting her cheeks and running down her chin. She stood up. I reached for my prick to work out the last of it.

Nobody spoke. Linda and I both looked at Jenny. She looked from one to the other of us. A drop of my come dripped from her chin and fell onto her breast, trickling towards her nipple. Jenny looked down at it. Looked at us both again and collected the drop on her finger. She seemed to study it carefully then she put it in her mouth and licked her finger.

Linda looked at me then stormed out, slamming the door.

"Jenny, what's happening?" I asked.

She sat on the bed by my side. Another drop of come fell from her chin and falling onto her breast.

"You're dripping." I pointed out to her collecting the come on my fingertip.

She took hold of my wrist and guided my finger to her mouth. She licked and sucked upon it.

"Any more?"

I ran my fingers across her cheek and chin collecting all the come I could see and presented it to her mouth. She cleaned me with her tongue and lips then lowered her head to my prick and stomach sucking and licking at the come that lay there.

She sat up and kissed me on the lips, she tasted salty. Then she stood up.

"I must see Linda." She said putting on her bathrobe.

"What about."

"To tell her I made a mistake."

Chapter 3.

Relations were strained at breakfast and after during the three hour coach ride to Alexandria.

I should have checked what my father had booked us in for.

Lunch in a hotel followed by a guided tour of where places used to be. The library used to here, the lighthouse used to be there. Important stuff for Linda, who'd hardly, said a word to us all-day and interesting for Jenny. I was bored out of my mind.

We got back to the hotel for European coffee and small round cakes.

We had two hours before dinner and an evening of traditional entertainment. I went to the bar for a beer. It was nice and cold so I ordered a second. The two men from the rowdy party of the night before entered. They saw me sitting alone at a table and brought their beers over.

"Hi. Your names Paul isn't it?" There is a name for a sentence that contains both a statement and a question. I must have Jenny what it is.

"My names Chuck. This is Buzz."

I indicated the empty chairs at my table. Mustn't forget my manners.

"Please sit down."

They did so and started telling me their life stories.

They were all newly qualified Doctors. They had finished medical school together that summer and after seven years in each others company had decided to come away together for what would probably be the last time before starting their internships in various different hospitals around the country. They were about to become responsible citizens and had decided to have one last good time together.

I asked them where they had studied. They told me.

"I know a Doctor near there." I said. "Michael de Vane."

"We know him." Chuck said. "He lectures occasionally on tropical illnesses and herbal remedies."

"That would be him." I sipped at my beer.

"He goes down well with the girl students." Buzz, waved his hand for a refill.

"Well, there's a rumour that he does."

"I can believe that."

The beers arrived.

"You'd have to ask the female members of our group that." Chuck smiled.

"Who's partnering whom in your group?" I asked.

"Nobody's spoken for. Not that you would be interested, you seem to have brought a spare with you."

It was my turn to give a potted version of why we were there.

I ordered a round.

When we had finished I stood up.

"Must go. Need a piss and a shower."

I turned down their offer of a further drink and took the lift to the second floor to where my room was.

I felt my pocket for my key. Funny, I thought I'd picked it up. I was about to go down to reception but decided to try my door first. It swung open. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Somebody had drawn the curtains. I reached for the light switch.

"Don't turn it on."

Jenny's voice came from the bed.

I walked to the edge of the bed and looked down, my eyes slowly growing accustomed to the gloom.

Jenny lay naked on top of the covers. The dark circle around her nipples and the mass of her pubic hairs in contrast to the paler skin of her body.

My bladder reminded me that I needed a piss.

"Be back soon." I said and hurried into the bathroom. I switched on the

light, took out my prick and pointed it into the toilet bowl. The stream that left me brought instant relief.

I finished, shook it off and undressed, removing the dressing from my shoulder and dropping it into the waste bin.

Switching off the light I went back into the bedroom. Stopping for a moment for my eyes to re adjust. I could see enough. Anything else I'd have to do by feel.

I lay on the bed and reached for Jenny. She seemed to melt against me. Her body pressing against mine in a dozen places. We kissed, tongues fencing. I kissed her nose, back to her lips. She smelt and tasted so nice. Clean and slightly perfumed.

I ran my fingertips over a nipple as she reached down and took hold of my prick. She worked my foreskin back and forth as I massaged her breast.

"Now."

She whispered guiding me on top of her and positioning my prick against her fanny. I pushed. Felt a slight resistance and pulled back. I pushed again. She wrapped her arms tightly around my back as I slid inside her. I pulled almost out and pushed back inside. She arched her back to take me. I could feel her fanny muscles gripping me as I moved in and out. I heard her gasp, heard her cry out softly as she came. I shortened and quickened my strokes. Gasping myself as I powered into her. I felt her nails in my back. Her lips were on my neck. With a final lunge into her body I came. I slowly worked my prick in and out until I had finished.

I pulled from her and lay by her side.

"What happened between you and Linda?" I asked, putting my arm around her, wincing as her head lay on my shoulder.

"I'd rather not say." She replied.

"It will be difficult for you to share a room." I squeezed a breast.

"I won't be sleeping with her again."

"But what about the hotel management?"

"Sod them. We pay the bill what we do is our business. The same as on

the boat. It is the nineteen seventies after all."

"About twelve seventy in this part of the world."

I ran my fingers down the scars made by the surgeon's blade and tickled her

pubic hairs.

"Well, we'll help drag them into the present day."

She opened her legs. I found her clit. I felt her stiffen.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Bit sore." She put her hand on my balls. "Can we save it for tomorrow night?"

I can be magnanimous.

"Of course. Anything you like."

"Hmm." She said stroking my prick. "Did you remember to pack the Vaseline."

"It's in my wash bag."

"Go and get it."

She reached up above my head and switched on a reading lamp. I got off the bed and opening my suitcase took out our jar.

When I got back to the bed Jenny was lying on her side. I lay behind her and opened the jar. She bent her knees and lifted her top leg, opening her ass cheeks. I put two scoops with my finger of lubricant on her ass hole and one on the end of my prick. Replacing the lid to the jar I placed it on my bedside table and positioned the tip of my prick against her hole.

"Turn the light off." She said as I started working my prick inside her.

As I reached up she pushed her ass towards me. Her anus opened and I was inside. I turned off the light and with my hand on her hip started moving in and out.

"You alright." I asked.

"Hmm." She replied.

I quickened. Her ring tightening and relaxing around me. It felt so tight inside her ass. So warm I could have stayed there forever, but annoyingly quickly I felt the familiar expanding of my prick and the contracting of my balls and not wishing to unduly prolong my fuck in case it was hurting her I came.

I pulled slowly out as soon as I finished coming. She made a sound in the back of her throat. I rolled onto my back, breathing heavily.

She slowly turned to face me and switched on the light.

"I need the toilet." She kissed me, got off the bed and walked slowly towards the bathroom. I followed her.

She stopped and looked at me, then my prick. It was slick with lubricant.

"You need another shower."

She reached the bath room door. I was two paces behind her.

"And where do you think your going. You had you're chance this morning."

"It didn't seem right then."

"And it does now?"

"Yes."

"We're not making a habit of this."

She opened the bathroom door and I followed her inside.

Cruising up the Nile. Part 3.

A Paul and Jenny Story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)

All events and characters are fictitious.

For Tina. Thank you for your comments.

Chapter 1.

We boarded our vessel at El something or other. The boat could accommodate fifty

passengers if full in twin bedded rooms on one deck. There was a crew of

twenty-five. There were two lounges in the superstructure and a dining room.

Promenading area on the main deck and a sun lounging area on the upper deck.

Jenny and I took a cabin together. Linda the one next door.

Chuck and Buzz were in the room opposite with Martine and Patsy next door to

them and Lee-Anne a further door down.

We had got to know the whole party after dinner the previous evening when they

had invited us to join their table for drinks.

They really seemed to get on well. The pressures of study were off them and they

were going to enjoy themselves. The fact that the dressing under my short

sleeved shirt was visible caused comment and led to our telling first the story

of the panther, then in the canal tunnel, then the fire in the pub, then our

trip to Cyprus. I so much of it not been in newspapers and magazines in the

States I'm sure they would have thought we were making it all up. The story of

the finding of the artefacts and Egypt's request for their return had even made

a paragraph on the front page of the local English language paper.

I promised to let them examine my shoulder when we were settled on the boat.

We talked on until past midnight. I'd had more than enough to drink and Jenny

led me by the hand to our room. Remembering her soreness I didn't try to do

anything. Probably just as well as the mind may have been eager I'm not sure I

could have risen to the occasion.

I overslept in the morning. Jenny was up and packed and sitting in a chair

watching me when I awoke.

I got out of bed and stood up. I had a hard on. I looked down at it then looked

at Jenny.

"Sorry. No time for that now. Make it go down and have a shower. We are going to

miss breakfast as it is."

I did as I was told and we went down to the where the bus was waiting.

I heard a tap on the door. Jenny opened it and stood aside for Linda.

"There is an itinerary on the notice board in the dinning room. We dock in Cairo

to pick up the rest of the passengers then the tour guide will give us a short

talk on what we will be seeing tomorrow."

She was excited. This trip did mean so much to hear it was a shame to see it

spoiled because of what ever disagreement she had had with Jenny. Besides, I

still fancied her. As I did all the girls opposite. And especially Jenny. I

could feel myself getting hard.

Perhaps if I persuaded Linda to leave I could check how Jenny was feeling, in

the fanny department. The more I thought of it the more I grew and the harder I

became. I shifted uncomfortably in the wicker chair I was sitting on.

Another tap on the door.

Jenny opened it.

It was Lee-Anne.

We drew lots and I get to examine you first.

"Right Doctor." Jenny said. "I'll just go with Linda to look at the itinerary in

the lounge."

"Wait..." I started to say. But they were gone.

"Stand up and take your shirt off, Paul." She said.

I didn't want to.

"Can I stay sitting down?" I still had a raging hard on and the closeness of a

pretty woman and the gentleness of her fingers as she examined my wrist didn't

help.

"It's better standing up."

"It isn't."

She looked at me then down to where my right hand lay trying to conceal the

bulge in my trousers.

"I am a Doctor. I've seen them hard and I've seen them soft. Looking at that."

She indicated my bulge. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Now stand

up."

I stood up. She ran her fingertips along the length of my prick. It jerked

beneath them. Then she cupped and squeezed my balls through the material of my

trousers. I thought she was going to say cough. She did. I did.

"Everything's normal there."

She looked into my eyes and smiled. I reached out a hand and felt one of her

breasts.

She allowed it to rest there, gently squeezing, for a few seconds, then pushed

it away. Not before I'd felt the nipple hardening beneath my touch.

"Naughty boy. I'm supposed to be examining you."

She removed my dressing and looked at the bright red line where the bullet had

marked my flesh and the pitted marks of the shotgun pellets.

She used some of the dressings I'd been given at the Military Hospital to

redress my shoulder. Patted my prick.

"You should get your girl friend to see to that for you. I'll examine you again

tomorrow. You do seem to be healing nicely but it needs to be kept an eye on it

this climate."

Putting my shirt back on I followed her from the room and went in search of

Jenny. My prick had at last subsided by the time I found her. I stood behind

her, put my arms around her waist, pulling her ass into my groin and watch the

traffic on the River and the locals working on the bank until lunch.

I went for a lie down after lunch. I'd had too much to drink the night before.

Jenny wouldn't join me. She said she wanted to spend some time with Linda

patching things up.

I closed the curtains that covered the portholes and lay down.

I drifted off to sleep with a picture of Jenny on her back, legs open wide,

reaching up for me. Well I hoped it was me.

Chapter 2. (Jenny).

After lunch I sat with Linda in her room. She had brought a textbook on Egypt

with her and was telling me about the history of the places we would be

visiting.

We had had a bit of a row the previous morning when I gone back to the room we

shared after cleaning up Paul's come.

I stressed that I wasn't a Lesbian. That I was in love with Paul. That I was

going to sleep with him for the rest of our holiday. Linda came back with the

assertion that she wasn't a Lesbian either. She just needed some kind of