The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13

And she did.

Two of the Stewards had gone ahead and they had opened up the three huts we would use for accommodation. Each had two twin bedrooms. Grass and palm covered on the outside they were of pre-fabricated construction on the inside.

I saw a stone built jetty on the headland to the east. The Steward explained that it was used for loading and unloading stores into some caves where the generators were situated. The company who owned the Yacht owned others that operated from other parts of the Caribbean and mainland America North and South. The desert island experience, it was called. Seemed a bit tacky to me.

Still it was our fault for taking an abbreviated cruise. Normally you could go native for three or four days. Catching fish and goats for food. Wearing grass skirts and always back in time for cocktails at six.

I heard a low rumbling. Must be the generators.

We had sent ahead with the Stewards a small suitcase with some spare clothes in and we quickly towelled and changed whilst he went to greet the other's.

"Happy?" I asked, pulling Jenny's naked ass back against me as she leant over the suitcase searching for her beach sandals.

"Ecstatic." Was she being sarcastic?

She straightened up to face me holding a pair of pale green knickers in one hand and her sandals in the other.

I kissed her and ran my hands under her blouse at the back. My prick grew. She felt it against her and looked down.

"Is he never satisfied?"

"He's on holiday."

"I'm on holiday as well."

"Do you mean you do not want it anymore?"

"I didn't say that."

We could hear voices outside.

"Make it go down and we will discuss it properly later."

"Properly?" I asked, hopefully.

"Alright. Properly."

"Let's go exploring before it gets too dark."

"We have all day tomorrow for that."

I raised my eyebrows.

She dropped her knickers back into the suitcase.

"I won't be needing these then."

She fitted a wrap around skirt about her waist and, slipping into her sandals, followed me outside.

Louise was sharing with Sarah and Rachael, to give us some privacy. Harve and Martha with Howie and Carole in case they were needed. Too keep Howie in check more likely.

The forth hut was the store for the staff. The fifth a combined kitchen, dining room and bar.

The generators must be kept running permanently as the beer we were offered in there was already ice cold. They must have somebody on the Island all the time.

We explained we were going for a little walk. We were warned that it would be dark in two hours and told to keep to the paths along the western end of the Island. The Jetty and caves were off limits, as the company could not be held responsible, etc, etc.

We left before anybody else suggested coming.

The coastline became rockier as we headed around the western end of the Island.

We walked for ten minutes then I took Jenny's hand and led the way uphill. It was steep in places and we soon had to resort to scrambling. There was a small plateau at the top of the hill and we walked around its edge. We could see the whole of the Island. It was a little over a mile in length and perhaps half as wide at its widest point.

I sat down on the ground at the point that overlooked the bay. Jenny sat by my side so I placed my arm around her waist and slowly edged it up onto her breast. We could see the huts. In the distance the stone Jetty. I could see people standing upon it. It looked like they were waving their arms about in a heated discussion. Pointing first at the caves then the Yacht, then back to the caves. I asked Jenny what she made of it. She peered, squinted, peered again.

"Sorry." She said sadly. "I haven't brought my glasses."

"See what you miss by not wearing them."

"Hmm." She said undoing one of the bows of her wraparound skirt. "I can see enough."

She pulled at the other one. I took hold of a fold of material and pulled it away from her. A single layer of material covered her thighs. I pushed it away exposing her mound of short, dark, curly pubic hairs pointing the way between her legs.

"Are you sure nobody can see?" She looked around nervously.

"Not unless they can fly." I replied helping her to lie back, her head on my arm.

I kissed her, pushing my tongue between her lips. She responded with her tongue and wrapped her arms around my back. I felt her breasts, through her blouse at first, then, by unbuttoning it, skin to skin. Her nipples rose, hard, against the palm of my hand. I ran my fingertips lightly over the taught skin of her stomach, around her navel and through her pubic hairs. Her hand reached for the button and zip on my shorts and undid them. I helped push them down to my knees then returned my hand to her slit. I pushed her lips apart to open her then ran the tip of my finger inside them. She opened her legs wider and started stroking my prick. I pushed my finger inside her past the second knuckle and moved it from side to side to stimulate her lubricant. She pulled my mouth down to hers as I worked my finger in and out. She arched her back and bent a knee as I pushed a second finger inside her.

Her hand kept stroking me. I needed to enter her before I disgraced myself by coming all over her. I moved on top, kneeling between her open thighs. She guided me to her opening as I pushed forward. I felt her open to receive me and sank deep inside her. Our pubic mounds touched before I pulled back. She gasped as I pushed inside her again. Arching her back and lifting her hips to take me. He fingernails dug into my back as I quickened my movements. Her fanny convulsed around my prick as I powered in and out. The pressure was building in my balls. She bit my shoulder. I felt my prick swelling, the tip suddenly becoming hypersensitive. My balls lifted and I was there. I shot time after time into her body, holding myself still until the spasms subsided. I looked into her eyes. I wanted to live in there forever.

I worked myself in and out a few times then I pulled out and lay on my back by her side. I held her hand by my side. The breeze was cool on my prick and balls.

The shadows were beginning to lengthen so I stood up, pulling up my shorts and underpants as I did.

I looked down on her near naked body and flushed face.

"Best be getting back before it gets dark." I offered her my hand and helped her

to her feet.

I picked up her skirt while she did up the buttons on her blouse.

She tied it on and we walked to the edge of the plateau.

"It'll get harder going down." I said leading the way.

"It was hard enough for me." She said following.

My prick leapt.

Chapter 27.

The barbecue pits were alight and lanterns hung from the beams of the main hut when we returned. Just for the sake of atmosphere I was sure as I had noticed electric light switches in each room of our hut. I visited the chemical toilet in our hut whilst Jenny put on her knickers before joining the others.

"Hallo, Sir." A deep voice came from over my shoulder as I sat in a chair. "Can

I get you a drink?"

I looked up. I recognised him. Oh yes. Martin. He and his brother had been stewards on the cruise ship we were on eighteen months before. They supplied Howie with 'wacky backy'. It had been the first time I had ever tried any type of drug. I remembered him, his brother and Howie taking turns to shag Dorothy. She did her best to encourage them. They had just taken my jar of Vaseline from the drawer of my bedside table and Howie was approaching Dorothy's raised ass holding it when Jenny had dragged me from the room. (See 'The Caribbean Cruise of Paul and Jenny'. Available on request.)

Happy days.

Other times weren't so happy. His brother lying on top of Yvonne's grave with his throat and wrists cut. His blood used in a Black Magic ritual.

"Hallo Martin." I said. "How are you?"

"I'm very fine."

He had the far away, spaced out look, of a man who was feeling 'very fine'. I ordered two glasses of Rum punch, time enough to catch up on what had happened to him later. If I felt like it that was. After all, I was on holiday.

Jenny was sitting in a low wicker chair next to mine. I reached across and held

her hand and smiled at her.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Hmm." She smiled back. Her 'I've got a secret' smile.

Carole hadn't joined us. I asked Martha how she was feeling.

"She's just having a lie down." She replied. "It takes a lot out of you carrying a baby in this heat."

"Still. Only a month to go." I tried to lighten the atmosphere.

I could smell something wonderful coming from the barbecue.

"Come and get it." Cassie called and we all trooped across to where she stood, tongs and slice in hand.

Fish, prawns chicken and steak sizzled. Glasses of cold white wine stood waiting on a table groaning under the weight of two huge bowls of mixed salad and bread chunks, plates and utensils. I helped myself to some of everything and a large spoonful of red sauce.

Was that hot! I gulped a mouthful of wine. All it seemed to do was spread it further around my mouth. It felt as if it was exploring between each of my teeth.

"You're a brave man to take so much first go." Howie said dipping a prawn into his sauce. "Took me months to get used to it."

I couldn't speak. I drank more wine, then a glass of water.

"A little hot?" Jenny asked.

"You knew." I managed to say.

"Carole warned me. Hot pepper sauce. Local speciality."

I avoided it for the rest of the meal.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly ten by the time we had finished. I didn't really want to move. I felt so full. The wine was cold and sweet. I could hear the waves gently breaking against the stone jetty. The air was heavy with the perfume of a thousand flowers and the smells that lingered .from the barbecue.

"Come on sleepy head." Jenny stood in front of me. "Time for bed."

I looked at my watch. It was a quarter to eleven. I looked around. Howie and

Martin were talking by the big hut otherwise we were alone.

"Where is everybody?" I asked.

"Gone to bed. I told them that the climb must have taken more out of you than we thought."

I pulled her down onto my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Let's go to bed." She said softly, running her fingers through my hair.

I followed her to the hut watching the twitching of her skirt over her tight, high buttocks. I loved the way her ass moved. In fact, I loved everything about her. Her short-cropped hair, the small firm breasts with the so sensitive nipples. I could live on the juices that flowed from her fanny.

I followed her through the doorway catching hold of her wrist as it reached for the light switch and pulling her to me. This time there was an urgency about our kiss. I pulled at the bows on her hips and her skirt fell to the floor. We kissed again. Our tongues fencing. With both of my hands inside her knickers I felt her ass cheeks. Squeezing them. Pulling them apart then pushing them together. I felt between them rubbing her anus. She gasped and pulled away.

"Bed." Was all she said as she made her way through the moonlit room to our bedroom. Her blouse dropped to the floor as she opened the door.

I hurried after her, almost tearing the buttons from my shirt and hopping from one leg to the other as I undressed.

She was naked on the top of her bed by the time I reached it. I knelt on the foot of the bed and, lifting her legs over my shoulders, leaned forward and planted my mouth against her hole.

She took a sharp intake of breath and her back arched as I probed with my tongue. Her hands were clamped tightly around the back of my head as if trying to pull me inside. She cried out gently once as I found her clit and sucked it out into the open before exploring it with the tip of my tongue. Her body tensed as if she was in pain. I stopped. She lifted her hips from the bed and forced her hole against my mouth. I licked again and again. Little bleating sounds came from the back of her throat as her rate of breathing quickened. Suddenly she held her breath and tensed again then collapsed backwards with a sigh.

I moved up the bed and looked down upon her face. She was smiling. She reached between us with her hand and worked my foreskin back and forth before positioning it at her fanny's entrance. I pushed twice, gathering lubricant, then deep inside her. The insides of her thighs gripped my hips and her hands my back as I moved in and out. Slowly at first, then faster, then faster still. Noises were coming from the back of her throat and her fanny was trying to grip my prick. I was panting, then sweating despite the cool of the evening air. My balls tightened as she tensed again. Then I was there, still moving in and out as my come pumped into her.

I stopped moving.

"It didn't take too much out of me after all." I said into her ear.

I pulled from her and stood up.

"This is no good." I said looking down on her.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a worried tone.

"This."

I picked up the bedside table that separated the beds then moved them together.

"That's better." I said slipping beneath the sheet and cover on my bed.

"Hmm." Jenny said pulling back her bedclothes and lying on her side facing me.

"It does have potential."

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Chapter 28.

I awoke with a hard on. Jenny's head lay on my shoulder. Her eyes were open and she appeared to be concentrating on the inside of my nose.

"I've been watching your hairs moving as you breathe." She said leaning on my chest and looking down on me.

My fingers started tingling with the return of their blood supply. To make sure they still worked I squeezed one of her ass cheeks. She looked over her shoulder at my hand.

"Yes?" She asked it. "Do you want something?"

I scratched at her anus.

"Just saying good morning."

"Ah. That's alright then."

She lowered her head to my chest and remained still for a while so I continued to rub her ass hole. I pushed the tip of my finger against it. I felt it tighten beneath it then open slightly to my pressure.

"Ow." She cried out pushing herself upright. "That hurt."

"I'm sorry." I apologised, returning to my gentle massaging of her hole.

"Hmm." She lowered her head again. "That's better. You can do that."

"Oh you like that do you?"

"What do you think?" She lifted her head and kissed my chin. "It's nice when you're gentle with me."

Her hand reached down to my balls and cupped them for a few seconds as if weighing their contents then moved to my prick and, picking it up began slowly stroking it.

I stretched one handed not wanting to move my other hand.

"I've been thinking about what we're going to do after we get our degrees next year."

"You're confident we're going to do it?"

"Oh yes."

She moved up so that her face was directly over mine. That was better I could

reach her front hole now. I moved my finger from her anus and rubbed the outer lips of her fanny. She bent her leg, resting her knee across my thighs. I wormed my finger inside her, moving it around, feeling the moist sides of her vagina. I pulled it out and pushed it back in again. She closed her eyes, then smiled. Her hand moved faster on my prick.

"I'm going to come in a minute." I said.

She opened her eyes.

"Oh must you?" She tried to look annoyed. "I was enjoying this."

"Put it down to your great masturbating technique."

"Oh don't."

"You're just so good at it."

"Are you calling me a wanker?"

"Perish the thought. I was just trying to explain that I'm going to come."

"I know why." She looked down at my prick. Or the two inches that could be seen sticking out of her fist. "I let it have me far too often. It's got to learn that I am not here for the sole purpose of giving it pleasure."

"Aren't you?"

"Not all the time. Perhaps we shouldn't do it for a couple of weeks then it might appreciate me more."

"It's showing its appreciation now."

I could feel my balls tightening.

She looked down at me and raised her eyebrows. Her hand stopped moving and she threw a leg over me and kneeling up straddled my hips. She held my prick away from my body and sank down upon it. She didn't move for a few seconds then raised and lowered herself upon me. I rub her clit as she moved up and down. Slowly at first then faster as her own pace increased. I came, rubbing her clit furiously to bring her off whilst I shot inside her. With a wild look in her eye she leaned forward and planted her lips on mine. I felt her ass cheeks as she lay on my chest.

"Hmm. Now what were we talking about?" She breathed heavily then sighed.

"You don't think we should do it so often."

"I didn't say that!" She exclaimed. "I just introduced it as a subject for

discussion."

"Oh."

"You know I'm your slave and you are my master and that I would never deny you

your rights."

This was new.

"When you take me by surprise and ask me to marry you again."

She looked into my eyes.

"Yes. What?"

I just had to feel her ass cheeks again.

"You do expect me to love, honour and obey you. Don't you?"

"It would be nice but not if you're not happy with doing it." I ran a finger between her ass cheeks. She smiled.

"But there could be sometimes when you would have to obey me."

"I suppose that's just conceivable." I agreed. I was on her anus again.

"Well this is one of those times. Take your finger out of my bum hole. I want to go to the toilet."

She got out of bed and left the room. I placed my finger under my nose savouring the combination of smells on it.

I could hear voices.

"I told you I would not do this whilst Cassie was on board." It sounded like the

Captain.

I went to the blind covered window and peered between the slats. I couldn't see anybody. The voice seemed to have come from the main hut.

"You must." That sounded like the mate. "When we get back there will be four liners in port with another two due on Friday. We can take a double load."

"I told you no."

"Think about it."

"No. Its what I agreed."

"But the circumstances have changed with this being a short cruise."

"Cassie is only here for two more weeks. Let it wait until then."

"No. I have my orders and you have yours."

"It's not coming on board."

"Is that your final word?"

"It is."

I couldn't hear if anything else was said as the voices headed off in the direction of the stone jetty.

Two arms snaked around my waist one set of fingers on my balls the other on my prick. I hadn't heard the toilet flush.

"What's up?" Jenny asked. "Did I hear voices outside?"

"Yes. The skipper and mate. Arguing over something."

"Tell me." She said as with a final pull on my foreskin she led me back to bed.

She lay on her back with her legs open so I knelt between them and allowed her to guide my prick inside her.

As I thrust slowly in and out I told her what I'd overheard.

"What are we going to do?" She gasped as I quickened my strokes.

"Should we ask him or try to find out what it is he wont take on board?" I

panted back.

"Oh. Let's investigate. We need something to liven up our holiday."

I thrust hard into her. There was a sound from the back of her throat.

"Isn't this lively enough for you." I shorten my strokes, moving faster in and out of her.

"It's just about right."

She seemed to have difficulty speaking. I didn't trust my own voice at that moment so we remained silent except for the occasional grunt and groan until I came. We lay joined together for a minute then I pulled out and stood up.

"Fancy an early morning swim?"

Chapter 29.