The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05

I got out of the shower and, picking up a towel, dried myself. Jenny did the same, our asses coming into contact as we bent to dry our legs and feet. Jenny picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste and used them.

The door opened and Carole stepped into the room. I don't think her eyes were focusing, as she didn't acknowledge our presence. She sat on the toilet. Plop, hiss, plop, hiss. She wiped both holes and went into the shower.

I left the bathroom and went back to the mattress; Jenny followed and lay down beside me. I put my arm around her and she put one hand on my prick. Carole came out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed.

I could hear voices.

I opened my eyes; Jenny lifted her head from my chest.

Howie stood at the bottom of the bed carrying a tray with a glass jug containing a yellow liquid and some glasses.

"Grandfathers pick me up." He said, putting the tray on the dressing table.

Jenny covered herself with a sheet.

"Bit late for that." Howie said. "I think I've seen everything."

Jenny looked at me and pulled her hand across her face.

"I'm remembering." She buried her head in her hands. "Oh no. How could you let me, Paul."

"It wasn't my fault." I protested.

Jenny put her hand behind her back, between her ass cheeks.

"I'm sore." She looked at Howie. Howie smiled back.

"Drink this." He offered her a glass. "You'll feel better."

"I don't think I will ever trust you again." But she took the glass and drank.

I did the same. The liquid was warm and thick. It was an effort to swallow.

He was right; it did make you feel better.

Howie was taking his clothes off. His body tanned and well muscled. His already erect prick standing out from his body. Kneeling between Carole's thighs he reached down and pulled open her fanny lips. He lowered his head and started licking and sucking her. Jenny looked at me.

"Come on, let's go."

Picking up her dress she slipped it on, motioning me to zip her up. She dropped her bra and knickers into her small handbag struggling to do it up.

I went to the chest of drawers and took out and put on a pair of slacks and a short sleeved shirt. I put on and buckled my opened-toed sandals.

I heard Carole cry out in orgasm. Turning I saw Howie moving up her body, sucking first on one nipple then the other. He kissed her lips, deep and slow. I could see his prick against her hole. Nudging, probing. Slowly sinking inside her.

Jenny grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. One last look. Howie's balls were banging against Carole's ass and we were in the corridor closing the door behind us.

Chapter 2.

After Jenny had changed into her shorts and a short sleeved blouse e went in search of Dorothy and Dave and some food.

We found them in one of the bars having beer and sandwiches. We joined them. After we had finished Dave and Dorothy went to sit on deck and I went with Jenny to her room.

"I never want to do that again." Jenny said as we sat side by side on the bed.

"What? Eat sandwiches and drink beer."

"Don't be silly you frog. I meant last night. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't pulled Howie off me."

I didn't remember that, oh, yes I did. It was all coming back to me.

"I understand now what Carole meant. He's so big. I think he would have damaged me if he'd continued. I still hurt now."

"So I saved you?" I felt a little depressed when she talked of Howie's prick.

"Yes, and I suppose you want your reward. Cheer up. You're my hero."

"What's it to be?" I smiled and raised my eyebrows.

"I'm running out of places to take you. I'm afraid."

"Are you sure it's to soon to try your front hole?"

"I'm still on my period."

I must have looked sad.

"I wouldn't have thought you'd have wanted to do it."

"Oh I would, I would." I did try not to sound too eager.

"Some of the girls do talk about doing it when there on. Jane said at the hospital that physically there was nothing wrong with my vagina, I just had to be careful about straining my stomach muscles."

"It didn't hurt you yesterday."

"That's true, but you weren't on top."

"I won't get on top this time."

"I can't. Not while I'm on."

"I told you. I don't mind. I won't look if you don't want me to."

She stood up and looked down at me. She sighed.

"You would. I know you to well."

She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the other bed. She kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her shorts.

"Turn away." She stood in front of me, thumbs hooked inside the waistband of her shorts and knickers.

I turned and looked out of the porthole. The sea was bright blue, leading to the yellow sandy beach of a small Island.

"Well get undressed then."uJenny was lying naked on the bed. "I'm not doing everything for you."

Fifteen seconds later I was lying naked by her side. My prick was already erect.

She picked it up and stroked it. I closed my eyes and squeezed her breasts.

We kissed. And again.

She turned on her side away from me and bent her knees while opening her thighs. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and placed the tip of my prick against her fanny. I pushed. She gasped. I was in. Jenny closed her thighs and sighed.

"You alright?" I asked into her hair. How clean it smelt.

"Hmm. Take your time and don't be rough."

I nuzzled her hair, looking for an ear. I found it and sucked it and some hair into my mouth.

Jenny moaned.

I kept moving slowly in and out. Holding back all the time. Feeling her griping and releasing me.

I reach around her for her breasts and held one. Squeezing gently. Listening to her breathing quickening. I felt her come, the spasms bringing me off. I shot time after time into her, then stopped. Lying joined as my prick subsided until it finally slipped from her. I looked down. It glistened with her juices and my come and just the odd streak of blood. Jenny turned and looked into my eyes, then down to my prick and back to my eyes.

"That seemed to go quite well." I said feeling a breast.

"Yes. You can do that again some time." She kissed me and felt my balls, carefully avoiding my prick.

"If you keep doing that I will want it again."

"You won't find me saying no." She squeezed my balls again. I could feel my prick responding. Jenny looked down again.

"Get behind me." She said, moving up onto her hands and knees.

I pulled apart her ass cheeks and looked down. Jenny moaned in pain.

"I'm still a bit sore." She whispered as if it was something she only wanted me to know.

Her anus didn't appear quite as tight as before. It seemed to be open a little.

I put my prick against her other hole. It was still open and I entered her without any resistance.

Jenny gasped then moaned then groaned then caught her breath and came pushing her ass cheeks hard into my lower abdomen. I caught her by the hips to steady her and thrust long and slow into her hole.

I increased the speed of my strokes. Faster. Faster. Then it was my turn to moan as waves of pleasure, starting at the end of my prick, washed over me. I was there. Jenny came with me.

I pulled from her, trying to control my breathing. This time my prick was covered in blood. I climbed off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. I looked over my shoulder. Jenny followed me. Smears of blood on her thighs.

"Don't look." She covered her fanny with her hands.

I stopped, put my arm around her and kissed her.

"You look great." I said. Taking her hand we went into the bathroom.

The Caribbean Cruise of Paul and Jenny. By Paul.

Part 11.

Chapter 1.

We sailed all that day and overnight to awaken next morning off the island of Grand Turk in the Turks and Caicos Islands.

We all went ashore to stretch our legs and explore for a couple of hours, then back on board, lunch and a tall rum punch.

The barman, Martin, from St Lucia was becoming very friendly with Howie. Supplying him, together with his brother, Thomas, with his favourite cigarettes. Jenny and I spent the afternoon with Dave and Dorothy, by one of the swimming pools on board. Carole and Howie disappeared to a bedroom.

The ship left port shortly after dark for the journey through the channel between Cuba and Haiti for it's next port of call, Jamaica. That night we were the guests of the captain at his table. First we met for drinks in the foreward bar, smaller and quieter than the main bar next to the dinning room with it's stage and dance floor.

The ship could take nearly four hundred passengers in two classes. First class had the portholes; tourist had the inside cabins. Apart from the eating arrangements all other facilities were shared.

After dinner the Captain had to leave to see to his duties, Jenny, Carole, Howie and I went back to the front bar leaving Dave and Dorothy to watch the cabaret. Martin, behind the bar, saw us enter and had four drinks ready before we reach him. They tasted strongly of rum, but they were so smooth. We all had three or four more over the next couple of hours so none of us raised any objection when Howie suggested that Martin and Thomas should join us in our cabin for a drink when they came off duty.

Martin prepared a jug full of drink that Thomas carried to our room on a tray with six glasses. Leaving us their he left telling us they would both return within half an hour.

Howie poured the drinks and handed them round. Jenny and I sat on the mattress and Howie and Carole on the bed. After about fifteen minutes of talking, during which time Howie had Carole's breasts outside her dress and was sucking slowly on a nipple, there was a knock on the door. Putting her breasts away Carole walk got unsteadily to her feet and opened it. In the doorway stood Dorothy. She had obviously drunken quite a bit herself as she was waving from side to side. She came in and sat on the bed by Howie. Carole sat the other side.

"Dave's gone to bed. That nice barman said you were having a party. I like parties."

Jenny had fallen asleep, her head on my shoulder so I passed her glass to Dorothy. She drank.

"Oh. That's strong." She poured herself another.

Howie took out his cigarettes. He lit one up and drew heavily upon it. He passed it to Dorothy.

"I don't normally smoke." She said holding it between her fingers.

"You'll like this one." Carole said, her hand dropping to Howie's crutch.

"Dave doesn't like that anymore after what Small did to him." She was referring to his being made to watch her being raped then being badly beaten, leaving him with a punctured lung.

Howie put his arm around her. I remembered his squeezing her ass as we all kissed on New Years Eve.

Howie turned and kissed her. Dorothy turned away.

"Don't. Please. It's been so long."

He kissed her again. I could see his hand was squeezing the underside of her breast. She didn't pull away. Carole took the cigarette and drew deeply then passed it back to Dorothy. Dorothy took a draw and placed it between Howie's lips. Jenny and I had been forgotten.

Carole took the cigarette as Howie turned his full attention on Dorothy. Dorothy didn't move as Howie ran his hands over her body. Feeling her thighs, her stomach, her breasts as his other hand unzipped her dress and slipped the straps over her shoulders. Her bra was next. He cupped a breast and sucked the nipple. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to laid back on the bed. Carole helped him to pull off her dress, tights and knickers, leaving her naked. Carole undid and pulled down Howie's trousers and underpants taking his prick into her mouth, working him to full erection. Howie pulled from her and climbed onto the bed between Dorothy's thighs. Carole held her Aunts fanny lips apart as Howie lined his prick up against her hole.

"It's alright, Aunt Dorothy. Howie won't hurt you." Carole said as Howie's prick began to disappear inside her.

Dorothy moaned and raised her hips, her hands on Howie's shoulders.

There was a tap at the door. Carole opened it and in stepped Thomas and Martin.

"What's going on, man?" Martin said looking at the bed where Howie prick was moving in and out of Dorothy's fanny.

"Howie's having a fuck." Carole slurred.

Thomas stood behind her and grabbing her breasts pulled her back to him.

"Don't." She tried to struggle.

"Be cool." Martin said, presenting a glass to her lips. He lifted the glass, the liquid spilled from her lips at first then she swallowed and swallowed again. He lit a cigarette, drew hard upon it and placed it between her lips. She took in the smoke, holding it then releasing it through her nose and mouth. She drew again.

Thomas had undone her dress and pushed it to the floor, next freeing her breasts from her bra. His hands covered them both.

Howie, meanwhile was pumping himself in and out of Dorothy, drawing little moans of pleasure from her. He quickened his pace until he came inside her. Pulling from her he stood up.

Carole stood with her back against the bathroom door, naked. Thomas and Martin had both removed their trousers and rubbing their pricks against her as they felt her breasts and fanny.

"Hey man, leave her. She's mine." Howie walked towards them, towering above them by a good three inches. For a second I thought they were going to challenge him but instead they both walked to the bed and Dorothy.

Thomas climbed onto the bed and sank his prick into her fanny with one movement. Dorothy looked shocked for a second then wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging, as if for dear life.

Carole came and sat next to me on the mattress. She offered me a draw on her joint, which I refused. She lent her head against my shoulder and I put my arm around her shoulders. Her hand dropped to my balls and she gently squeezed them through the material of my trousers.

She lent across Jenny and I to put out her joint in the ashtray on the bedside table then returned to her position against my shoulder. She put her hand on my cheek, turned my head to face her and slowly kissed me on the lips.

She pulled her head away, looked into my eyes and smiled. Catching hold of my hand she pulled it under her arm and onto her breast, pressing it to it. I squeezed gently.

As I looked across the room Thomas had pulled out of Dorothy and they had positioned her on her hands and knees ready for Martin's entry. His prick was easily as long as Howie's if not quite so thick. As I watched he pulled Dorothy's ass cheeks apart and sank into her fanny. Howie sat on the head of the bed and offered his prick to her lips. She opened her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. Howie reached under her to feel her swinging breasts. Martin came, shooting his come deep inside her.

Jenny moved against my shoulder. I looked down into her eyes. She smiled, so I kissed her.

She looked across the room to where Thomas was entering Carole again as her mouth moved up and down on Howie's prick.

"Let's go to bed." She said standing up and pulling me by the hand. I released Carole's breast and got to my feet.

Turning to say goodnight as we reached the door I saw Howie walking towards Dorothy's raised ass carrying my jar of Vaseline in his hand.

Jenny opened the door, looked in both directions and pulled me through it. As we walked down the corridor I thought I heard Dorothy cry out.

In Jenny's room we slipped into bed, me naked.

A voice came through the wall.

"Is that you Carole?" It was Dave.

"No, it's Jenny." She called back. "Don't worry about Dorothy, she's safe. See you in the morning. Goodnight."

"Strange definition of safe that." I whispered in her ear. "On your hands and knees with Howie's prick up your ass and two more waiting to take their turn."

"Well, your not having me there tonight."

"Oh."

"You left the Vaseline behind."

"Let's save it for the morning, I'm tired."

She snorted and went to sleep.

Copyright Paul 1999 all rights reserved

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The Caribbean Cruise of Paul and Jenny.

By Paul.

Part 12.

Chapter 1.

I awoke next morning in Jenny's bed, my arm around her. I could hear voices from the cabin next door. I looked at my watch it was nine fifteen. I strained to catch what was being said. Dave was doing most of the talking, he sounded angry. I could catch the odd sentence. 'What a time to come in.' 'What were you doing?' Jenny stirred by my side. I kissed her mouth. She sighed.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"I think Dave and Dorothy are having a row." I replied feeling her breasts.

"Not now." She pushed my hand away and got out of bed. She was naked apart from her knickers. She walked to the bathroom.

I heard a door slam in the next room.

There was a knock on our door.

"It's Dorothy, let me in."

Jenny came out of the bathroom wearing a short bathrobe and opened the door. Dorothy came in. Her face streaked with tears. She sat down gingerly at the foot of my bed.

"Oh, what have I done?" She burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. "Dave was the only man I've ever had except for when Small raped me. The things I did last night, I'd only read of some of them. What will Dave do when he finds out?"

"We must make sure he doesn't." Jenny said. "What have you said to him?"

"Just that I spent the night in your room and must have fallen asleep. He does get jealous especially recently."

"We must make sure everybody says that. Paul get up and go to your room make sure everybody knows what to say."

Dorothy turned her head as I got out of bed and dressed but I caught sight of her watching me in the mirror on the dressing table.

As I left the cabin I heard Jenny ask, "What did you do last night?" I forgot she was asleep.

I met Thomas and Martin in the corridor leading from my room.

"Man, what a woman." Thomas said, shaking my hand. "She's some fuck."

"I want to talk to you about that." I quickly explained.

"Yeah man, sure. Whatever you like." Martin still sounded high.

I left them and slipped into my cabin. Howie and Carole stood facing each other, naked. For once Howie's prick wasn't hard.

"You fucked my Aunt, you bastard. Four times. You shit."

"Hey, you helped me, remember."

"And those others. You let them." She continued, ignoring his reply.

Another argument. I didn't need this.

"Oh. Hi Paul. How's it going?" Howie said, turning away to pick up his clothes.

Carole turned to face me, hands on hips.

"What do you want?" She almost snarled at me.

"It is my room."

"I'm sorry. You saw what he did to Dorothy last night."

"It seemed to be what she wanted. And Howie's right, you did help him."

"Thanks Paul." Howie's voice came from the bathroom. I must have been to busy looking at Carole's body to notice he'd gone in there.

"You men always stick together." She turned and bent over from the waist to pick up her clothes. I could see both her holes. She looked over her shoulder.

"Like what you see?"

My prick was hard and she could see it.

I put my hands in my pockets trying to hold the material away from my crutch to hide my hard on.

"Don't bother. I've seen it before." She was dismissive.

"We want you both to tell Dave if he asks that Dorothy spent the night here, had a few drinks and fell asleep. Nothing else happened."

The toilet flushed and Howie came out of the bathroom.

"What did you want us to do?" He asked.

I explained again.

"Sure thing. We're not going to tell." He looked at Carole. His prick was growing. I left them and went back to Jenny.

I found her and Dorothy in the dining room sitting over a pot of coffee.

I ordered tea and toast for myself and sat down.

"Well?" Jenny asked.

"I've spoken to everybody and they to say what we want them to." I replied.

Dorothy breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Now all I've got to do is get Dave to believe me." She wiped away a tear with her handkerchief. "I can't believe I did those things last night."