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physical contact. How it wasn't fair that I had Paul and she had nobody. That
she wouldn't touch me again if I were the last person alive. How she'd been
first with Paul anyway.
I knew that, I'd seen her astride his face in the tent in Northern Ireland
before Paul took my virginity.
I knew the best thing to do with Linda would be to ignore her tantrums,
something Paul could never do, and leave her to calm down before discussing
things rationally.
"Linda?" I thought it best to clear the air or it was going to be an ackward
holiday, to say the least.
She looked up into my eyes.
"Yes."
"About the other night."
"Yes."
"Should we talk about it."
"If you want. It happened. You can't wish it away."
"It was the first time I've ever done anything like that." Not strictly true
because Carole had gone down on me during our cruise of the Caribbean but she
needn't know that.
"Me to."
"Was it? I thought you must have done it before."
"Why?"
Yes, why. She had always had boyfriends and told us when she lost her virginity
at the age of fifteen. I had no reason to think she was anything other than
'normal'.
"After all." She looked sad. "You made the first move."
She was right there. If I had never put my finger between her ass cheeks nothing
would have happened. I'd had the opportunity of turning away from her when she
had first touched me.
"I'm sorry."
"So am I now. I felt things I'd never felt before when you touched me."
"So did I. I think that's what frightened me. Then you said we would be doing it
every day. I was so confused."
"I like Paul very much. I wouldn't want to come between you. I wouldn't tell him
what we did, ever."
She placed her hand upon my thigh. We were both wearing summer dresses that
reached to our knees. She lifted mine and looked underneath.
She looked into my eyes. I could stop it now. I didn't.
"You're not a lesbian. Anymore than I am."
She pushed me onto my back. The textbook sliding to the floor. She lay on her
side looking down on me.
Slipped her hand inside the top of my dress and pulled out a breast. My nipple
was hard before she lowered her lips to it.
She lifted her head.
"Don't ignore me. Sleep with Paul. Do anything you want with him. Just don't
ignore me. Please."
It sounded so heartfelt. I felt her breasts through the material of her dress
and bra. Her hand reached down and pulled the hem of my dress above my waist,
exposing my knickers. She slipped her hand inside the elastic. I raised my hips
from the bed and she pulled them down and off.
I opened my legs and she knelt between them. I watched as she spread wide my
lips ran a finger up and down my slit and pushed it inside me. I closed my eyes
as she worked it in and out. Exploring the sides, pressing against the thin wall
that separated my two passages. She pulled her finger from me. I could feel my
love juice dribbling towards my anus. She lowered her mouth and licked at the
area between my two holes. Keeping my lips spread she moved up to my fanny all
the while probing and exploring with her tongue. I sighed. The tip of her tongue
touched my clit. I jumped as if I'd received an electric shock. I started
breathing heavily. I felt my fanny becoming wetter and wetter.
She drew my clit from its hood and sucked it into her mouth, continuously
flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. With my hands behind my thighs I drew
my knees up towards my breast giving her total access. Two fingers were worked
into my fanny; a third tickled my anus. Pressure was building in every cell of
my body.
I gasped as her finger slid into my asshole. I was so wet there was no pain,
just a feeling of being filled.
I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her face towards me, trying to pull
her face inside me as I came, she kept licking, driving me from one orgasm to
another. A second finger was pushed up my ass, a third into my fanny until with
my breath catching at the back of my throat I came again. Crying out in my
ecstasy.
I collapsed back onto the pillow, hands by my head. My legs went limp and
flopped open and I lay there like a frog waiting to be dissected.
Linda was sitting back on her ankles watching me when I next opened my eyes.
"There. That wasn't too bad. Was it?" She smiled.
"No. It was wonderful. You were so gentle."
She lay down by my side and kissed me.
"You taste so nice." Her eyes looked down my body. "Down there. I could do
it......."
"Don't say it." I stopped her. "Don't spoil it."
I reached inside the top of her dress and pulled out one of her breasts. She
lent over me as I took its nipple between my lips. I ran my tongue around its
hardening tip extracting a low moan of pleasure from her.
I reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She pulled off her own
knickers then knelling above me lowered her fanny to my mouth. I heard her unzip
her dress and pull it over her head. I felt her ass cheeks as I pushed my tongue
as far inside her as it would go. I could feel the muscles on the inside of her
thighs contracting and relaxing. I heard her breathing change. She moved so that
her clit was against my moth. I lick it and sucked it. I ran my finger along the
cheeks of her ass, scratching at her anus with my fingernail as Paul did to me
then pushing it against her hole. I could feel her tight hole opening. The tip
of my finger was just inside as she came. Sobbing and swearing.
She climbed slowly from me, pulling my finger from her ass hole as she did so,
and lay by my side.
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 3. (Paul).
The note of the engine of the boat changed. I awoke with a start. My prick was
hard.
I looked at my watch. Four fifteen. We must be in Cairo.
We had an hour's stop while the other passengers embarked, then tea, a talk by
the tour guide dinner and bed.
I wondered where Jenny was. Her and Linda must have made up for her to be so
long. I rubbed my prick through my trousers. That felt good. I did it again.
Should I go and find Jenny. I rubbed my prick again.
The handle of the door turned quietly. It opened slowly. Jenny entered the room
silently.
"Hallo." I said. She jumped. She looked at me then away. She had a guilty
expression on her face.
"Where have you been?" I asked, giving my balls a squeeze.
"We fell asleep."
That would explain the guilty expression.
"Come here." I said, reaching out my arms to her.
She stood by the side of the bed looking down on me, then at my prick.
"I'm still a little sore." She said.
"It's alright. We don't have to do anything."
She looked at my prick again then laid down.
"Alright." She said as I put an arm around her. "But don't touch."
"Trust me." I said.
She looked at me, raising one of her eyebrows.
She laid her head on my shoulder and unzipped my trousers.
"Paul?" She said as she pulled out my prick.
"Hmm."
"I've been talking to Linda."
She pulled my foreskin back.
"Hmm."
"She's still very nervous about sleeping in that room alone."
Her hand stroked up and down.
"Hmm."
"We thought it might be best if some nights I sleep in there with her."
She stroked faster.
"Ahh."
"Would you mind terribly?"
I was nearly there.
"Ahh. Ahh."
I was there. I frantically tried to pull the bottom of my shirt from my
trousers. Too late. We both watched my come arching into the air landing on the
safari khaki coloured material. Other load then another. Jenny kept pumping my
prick. I could sense she was smiling.
"It isn't funny." I said, squeezing one of her ass cheeks, hard.
"Ow." She sat up knocking my hand away and rubbing her backside. "Neither was
that."
"It wasn't meant to be."
I sat up. She punched me on the shoulder. Thankfully my good one, although it
still hurt.
"You bitch." I said pulling her down.
"Bastard."
I was astride her. Pinning her arms to the bed. I leant forward and kissed her.
"Don't you'll get your come on my dress."
I didn't care. I kissed her again.
She relaxed.
"Please don't." Her voice was soft and gentle. " I really am sore."
"Perhaps we should get a doctor to look at you?"
"I know what it is."
"It's me." I climbed from her and stood up. "I'm too rough with you. It probably
is a good idea you sleep in Linda's room for a couple of nights."
I didn't have to try and look disappointed and crestfallen, I was.
She stood up, put her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers.
"I'm sure I'll be feeling fine in a couple of days. Perhaps its because I've not
stopped taking my pills to let my period start."
"You not due for a few days anyway. I've just been using it too much."
She looked away.
"It'll soon get better."
There was a tap on the door.
"Time for tea." It was Linda.
Well at least they were back to being friends again.
Cruising down the Nile. Part 4.
A Paul and Jenny Story.
(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)
All events and characters are fictitious.
Chapter 1. (Paul).
After dinner I stood on the deck with Jenny and Linda. I put my arm around
Jenny's waist. Linda stood in close and drew my other arm around hers. Jenny
looked, smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. Both girls put an arm around
me in return.
"This is nice." I said to the night.
I looked down at Jenny's breasts. The backs of Linda's fingers were just
touching the side of one of them. Jenny moved closer to me. Linda's fingers
disappeared from sight. Linda shifted closer on the other side.
Both girls were smiling as we watched the lights along the riverbank slide past.
I felt magnanimous.
I turned my head to the steward who stood by the entrance to the lounge to take
any orders from those, like us, who wanted to be out on deck and ordered three
Brandies.
Just around the side of the lounge, sitting on one of the bench seat with a
fixed table in front of it, were two Egyptian passengers drinking coffee from
very small cups. A different steward appeared with a brass jug on a long handle
and re-filled their cups.
"Would you care to join us?" One of them called to us.
This seemed to jolt the girl's into life.
Linda, who wanted to capture as much local colour as possible, looked at Jenny
and I.
"Please, can we?" She looked at Jenny.
"Of course." Jenny replied.
I don't get consulted about these things it seems.
Jenny and Linda sat close together on the next bench along and I pulled up one
of the free standing, wooden chairs.
I sat down.
"Please join us for coffee." The first one said.
"Forgive me." The other said. "We have not been introduced. My name is Jerez El
Mctomb and my friend is Ahmed."
I made the introductions on our side. Jenny, I could tell, wasn't paying
attention and Linda's was wavering.
Fresh coffee arrived together with our Brandies.
I offered to order more but they declined, on religious grounds.
I glanced at Linda and Jenny. They were sitting upright with their hands under
the table, slight smiles around the edges of their mouths.
Jerez and Ahmed explained that they were businessmen taking a short break before
conducting some business in Luxor.
I asked where their wives were. They said it was the custom in their country for
the men to take holidays separate from their wives. Besides, the wives had the
family homes to look after.
I gave a potted version of why we were here. Just a holiday. Why two girls one
man they asked. I explained about Len.
"Ah yes." Jerez said. "He could not have been carrying enough money on him. Very
corrupt the Turks."
"How much would it take?" I asked.
"Surprisingly little in your money."
He quoted a figure.
"How can you be so sure."
"I have many dealings with that country. If your friend was not really to blame
then a little money in the right officials pocket and a little more to the other
party involved and all could be arranged."
I looked across at Linda. She looked at me and smiled. Jenny just sat there with
a far away look on her face."
"Well?" I asked
"Fine, thanks." She replied and smiled broadly at me.
I turned to Jerez.
"Would it be too much to ask if you could help us at all?"
"I would be only to pleased to." He said. "Wait until we get to Luxor where
there is a telephone."
Now that I knew there was something that we could do for Len I was impatient
that it should be done immediately. Jerez and Ahmed assured me that all would be
done that needed to be done but that they needed the facilities available in
Luxor.
I had to be content with that.
I drank some Brandy and tried the coffee. Hot, thick and sickly. I looked at the
girls. They had touched neither of their drinks. Their heads were close together
as they discussed something. Probably what we were going to see tomorrow. I saw
Jenny stifle a yawn with the back of her hand.
"I think we had best be going to bed." I said standing up. Everybody else stood
up.
I held out my hand and shook theirs.
"Thank you very much indeed for your offer of help. We really appreciate it."
The girls nodded to them as they walked past. They seemed pre-occupied with
something.
I nodded, smiled, shrugged my shoulders and followed them down to the cabins.
At Linda's door Jenny turned to me as Linda went inside.
"Goodnight, love." She kissed me on the cheek, turned and slipped into the room
closing and locking the door behind her.
I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around. The steward was walking towards me
carrying two glasses of Brandy.
"Your lady friends did not drink, Sir." He proffered the glasses.
I was going to pay for them so I might as well have them.
The Steward left and I was about to turn the key in my lock when a door down the
corridor opened and the head of Lee-Anne poked out.
"Oh hello Paul." I could see the top of her nightdress. " I thought I heard
voices. You having a night cap?"
"Looks like it." I looked down at the glasses. "Care to join me?"
She studied me for a few seconds.
"As your Doctor I cannot approve of too much in the way of strong liquor. But as
we are on holiday. Come in."
I followed her into her room, closing the door behind me. She was bent over her
bed pulling her dressing gown out from under her pillow. Her nightdress covered
her ass cheeks, just. A couple of inches higher and I would have seen all she
had. She turned to me. Pulling it down at the front and slipping her arms into
her dressing gown. I caught a quick flash of light brown nipple. I saw the
pimples on it.
She sat crossed legged at the pillow end of her bed, her hand pushing her
nightclothes between her legs to cover herself. I handed her a glass. She cupped
the bowl of the glass in the palm of her hand and gently swirled the contents
around. The heat from her hand and the motion of the liquid releasing the
bouquet of the spirit. She held the glass under her nose and sniffed deeply.
"Ahh. I do like the smell of a good Brandy." She took a sip. Her tongue slipped
from her mouth to lick the residue from her lips.
"You're not drinking."
I wasn't, I did.
"I think another one is called for." She pulled the rope above her head, which
would summon a Steward. One breast slipped from her nightdress. It looked heavy.
The light brown area surrounding the nipple a good three inches in diameter. The
nipple itself was the thickness of my finger.
I heard what sounded like a strangled cry from the next room.
I stood up.
"Do you think they're alright?" I asked, turning towards the door.
"And you would go to their rescue if they weren't?"
"Anybody would."
"Not where I come from." She looked sad.
She moved down to sit beside me. I saw two tears running down her cheeks. I
caught them with a fingertip and looked into her eyes.
"They've probably never been better."
I was confused.
There was a knock on the door.
I went and opened it.
A Steward stood before me.
"I am Mahet. The night Steward." He tried to look over my shoulder.
"May I have a half bottle of Brandy, please."
"Charge to this room, Sir." I'm sure Peter Sellers did the accent better.
"Yes." Lee-Anne called from behind the door.
I signed his notebook.
"Thank you, Sir." I slipped him a note. He winked. I realised the denomination.
I was going to ask for it back but he'd gone.
I didn't have to pretend to look down hearted and disappointed when I sat down
again. I was. I had to get the colours right.
Lee-Anne lent her head against my shoulder. I must have leapt a foot in the air.
"I'm sorry." She was going to cry. "I forgot."
"It's alright." I assured her. I just wasn't prepared."
I took two deep breaths and put my arm around her.
"See. It works perfectly."
"Nothing I do does."
She pulled my lips down to hers.
I resisted. For a millisecond. Then opened my lips to accept her tongue inside
my mouth. I pushed it out with my own tongue; she sucked that into her own
mouth. I pulled it back. Her tongue followed back into my mouth as if attached
by glue.
I pulled my mouth from hers and looked into her eyes.
"Please." She said.
"I can't. Jenny."
"Oh no."
She turned away, burying her head in her hands.
There was a knock on the door.
I opened it. Mahet stood there holding a half bottle of Brandy. If she liked the
last one, she was going to love this. I'd only read of it in books.
I thanked him. Did he look disappointed that I didn't tip him again? I'd just
given him more than the average Egyptian earned in a month.
I turned to Lee-Anne. She there lay naked, on her back. Her legs were wide open.
Her fanny lips were glistening with her moisture.
I opened the bottle.
"Don't you like what you see?"
"Yes. It's very nice, thank you."
I picked up the glasses and refilled them. Avoiding everything but her eyes I
handed her a glass. I wished my prick would go down. She reached out and touched
it.
"Being a Doctor I know the physical reasons for a man getting an erection. I
really need to know more about the emotional causes."
She was trying to put this on an intellectual level. Good.
I gulped down my drink.
She sipped hers, not trying to cover her body.
Another cry in the night. From further away. It sounded like. No it couldn't be.
"You can't save everybody."
Her fingers were at the buttons of my shirt then the belt around my trousers.
The warmth of the Brandy was flowing through my veins. My prick was out of my
trousers. She was naked. I was on my back. She was straddling me. I was inside
her. She lifted and dropped upon my prick. I had a nipple in my mouth. My prick
was growing. My balls were tightening. Lee-Anne collapsed forward on top of me
as I shot deep inside her fanny.
My prick slipped from her fanny as she lay down by my side.
She kissed my cheek.
I squeezed an ass cheek. She moaned.
I looked down into her eyes. There was a tear there.
"I'm so sorry. It's just that's it's been so long and we are the only two
alone."
"I'm with Jenny." I protested.
She looked at me.
She sat upright.
"Let's have another drink." She said.
I poured from the bottle.
It really was very good Brandy.
We finished our glasses. I poured again.
Lee-Anne was trying to pull my shirt from my shoulders.
"Stop it. I can't."
"Don't you remember? You just did."
