The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13

"Go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning. Good night."

I went back to my bedroom a lot faster than I'd left it.

Jenny was turning over in the bed as I climbed in beside her.

Her eyes were wide open.

"I wondered what had happened to you." She said. "I heard you and Louise."

Oh shit.

"You were very nice to her."

"I like her. And she's still not fully recovered."

"Would you have had her if she had been."

"Certainly not." I tried to sound indignant. Why was it that with Jenny's pubic

hairs against my prick I had thoughts of Louise's naked body? "I've got you."

I put my hand on her ass and pulled her closer. She lifted her leg and placed the soft, warm inside of her thigh on the outside of mine. I let my fingers explore the crack between her ass cheeks as our lips joined in a long wet kiss.

She pulled her head back. Breathing heavily.

"I could understand if you did want her. It's not every day you get an offer like that."

I kissed her nose and tickled her anus.

"I don't. I want you."

"Well have me then."

She rolled onto her back pulling me with her. The tip of my prick lay against the lips of her fanny. I pushed. She sighed. Bending her knees she reached between us with both hands. One held her lips apart whilst the other guided my prick inside her. I pushed in, pulled out and pushed in again, only stopping when my pubic hairs touched her fingers. She placed her hands on my shoulder blades and raised her hips from the bed to meet my thrusts. I kissed her forehead she kissed my throat. Her fanny tightened and relaxed around my prick as I kept moving in and out of her. She made a funny noise in the back of her throat as I quickened. Then another. Her finger nails digging into my back as she tensed then relaxed beneath me. I kept moving. Shorter, faster strokes. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. My prick swelling. With a grunt I thrust as deep inside her as I could and came. My prick jerked with each ejaculation. I felt her teeth against my shoulder.

Chapter 21. (Paul).

The Registrar of Birth's, Death's and Marriages performed the wedding ceremony in the law courts in Montego Bay. We then all went down to the beach to have the wedding blessed by a local clergyman. That was a colourful occasion.

Then back to the Hotel's private function suite for a meal, champagne and speeches.

We had all slept in until ten and only got up then when Carole knocked on the door.

She'd had a tray of coffee sent over and we sat around the lounge drinking it, the girls more undressed than dressed in flannel bathrobes. Jenny had insisted that I wear a shirt and shorts.

Jenny went off in search of Mary Belle whilst Louise and I went for our interview with Hestie.

I squirmed with embarrassment as Louise described in great detail how I had made her come with my tongue. Not once, but twice. Then how I had come over her in the bedroom. Finally, without prompting she went through what had happened in her bedroom that morning.

I stared at my hands. Hoping a hole would open and swallow me.

"And you didn't try to have full intercourse with her?" Hestie asked me at the

end.

"No." I replied.

"Why not?"

"I have Jenny."

"Oh I see."

"He didn't want me." Louise complained.

"I'm sure he did." Hestie looked at me. She had soft, trusting eyes. "You did, didn't you."

I didn't have to lie.

"Yes, I do. I mean did."

Louise smiled at my slip of the tongue.

I knew I shouldn't have asked and I think it offended Hestie but I wanted her assurance that this would go no further.

She was a little short with me after that.

Louise walked with me to her father's room. She squeezed my hand and pecked me on my cheek.

"I have to help Carole." She said as I tapped on Harve's door as I would have my former Headmaster's.

The door opened and Mary Belle stepped out. She looked as if she'd been crying.

Harve called me in.

"Mary Lou, or whatever she calls herself, told me about this man she was with who ran away when you turned up. Pack of lies. I told her so. What really happened? If you weren't having her. That leaves Howie. Well?"

"Um."

That's me. Clear and concise.

"I know about Howie and his other women." Harve continued. "I'm hoping that having a wife and child will make him grow up. I know it's been hard for them both. But he's a man and should act like one. Have you told Carole."

"She knows about most of them." I muttered.

"And she still wants to marry him? She's made of fine stuff."

I knew. I'd seen her naked. Came in her mouth once.

"Like her mother."

I imagined Harve knew all about her by now. The image of Harve coming in Martha's mouth flashed before me.

"The wedding is going ahead but if he hurts that girl I'll have his balls."

Fair enough, I thought.

I sat next to Jenny at the reception. There were about forty guests. Mostly from the Hotel trade on the Island. In addition there were Hestie and her daughter, Jenny and I, Sarah and Rachael and the family.

The speeches over and the champagne drunk Jenny, Louise and I made our way back to the chalet around nine. It had been a long day, what with one thing and another. I was for making an early night of it but Jenny insisted we should stay with Louise. We just leave her on her own, after all.

My chin was dropping onto my chest after fifteen minutes of conversation and Jenny packed me off to bed with a 'can't take it anymore' vote of confidence, leaving Louise and Jenny with a bottle of sweet white wine open before them.

I undressed and lay on top of the sheet and thought I heard them laughing, then nothing.

Chapter 22. (Jenny).

I felt really happy. Whether from the emotion from watching one of my best friends get married or the wine and champagne I didn't know. I didn't really care.

I sat next to Louise and poured her a drink. I hadn't had a chance to get the details of their interview with Hestie from Paul. I knew I would in time but it would be handy to have Louise's version as well. Paul wasn't very good at keeping things from me. He thought he was but I always seemed to know when he wasn't being strictly truthful. So far it hadn't been over anything truly major but I was worried about what I was going to find when we visited Michael de Vane on our way home. His letters were full of the progress of Lee-Anne's daughter with only a passing mention of the son. I don't think Paul had picked up on that yet. I didn't think he was having an affair with Lee-Anne on our Nile cruise, if he was it was very short lived because she spent most of the trip with Jerez. Although I couldn't blame him if he had. I didn't treat him very well whilst having my Lesbian affair with Linda. At least that was out of my system.

I sipped my wine.

"What are you thinking?" Louise asked.

"I was miles away." I replied.

"Where?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Please. I want to know."

"We went on a cruise of the Nile last year."

"That sounds nice."

"Parts of it were."

Linda's tongue inside my fanny, flicking at my clit. Her holding me after I had come. Kissing my mouth. Sucking my nipples. I doing the same to her. Licking her ass and fanny. Masturbating in front of each other. Wanting her. Needing her.

"Not all of it?"

"No. There were some parts that I'd like to forget."

Kneeling between Linda's legs, licking at her fanny, when Hamed had knelt behind me and thrust his prick inside me. I was frozen to the spot in shock feeling him moving in and out of me. It had been Linda who had broken the spell. I could move and did. Feeling him coming on my backside and thighs as I pulled away from him. Linda and I running from her room into mine and Paul's and falling asleep in each other's arms. I awoke with Linda licking my hole. I looked down her

spine to her raised backside and into Paul's face.

"That would upset him." Louise said.

Oh my god. I was thinking out loud. I've had too much to drink.

"Louise please don't listen to me."

"It's alright. I want to know."

"What happened to Paul?"

"He was ill with food poisoning. He thought he dreamed it."

He didn't, he was just not going to bring up the subject again. I knew him. I wanted him.

"I think it's time for bed." I said to Louise. "We're off on a cruise tomorrow.

It's going to be a long day."

Louise looked from me to my bedroom door and smiled.

"You're very lucky to have Paul."

I knew that.

"I know." I replied.

"And he's lucky to have you."

I still didn't know what happened at their interview with Hestie.

"When Paul kissed you?" I started.

"Yes?"

"He told me."

She thought for a moment.

"I didn't think anybody would want me like that again."

"Go on."

"I pulled his mouth to me. I wanted him to do it."

"And he did?"

"Yes. It was so nice. He made me come. Twice. I wanted him to go further but he wouldn't. Said he only wanted you."

And he was going to have me.

Louise went to her room and I visited the toilet. After washing my hands I cleaned my teeth and walked to our bedroom switching off the lights as I went.

The blinds were open and strips of light from the security lighting fell across the bed. I stripped naked, pulled back the sheets and looked down on him. He lay on his back. A half-smile on his face as if he was dreaming about something which pleased him. I knelt between his legs and picked up his prick. Slowly working his foreskin back and forth I felt it growing. I licked my lips and lowered my mouth to it. First kissing the tip I slowly drew it into my mouth, my hand still stroking its stem. He moaned. His hips moved. His fingers were running through my hair as my head bobbed up and down. He was growing longer and harder. I pressed my tongue against the underneath of his shaft. His hips were moving faster, his hands held my head still. I felt him jerk before his come hit the back of my throat. I swallowed once, twice, three times, not wanting to miss any. I sucked at his little hole to catch the last drops as I worked his foreskin back and forth again. He was done so I lay it down and lay by his side resting my head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." He muttered, more asleep than awake.

Let him stay like that.

I closed my eyes.

Chapter 23. (Paul).

It was light when I opened my eyes. The blinds weren't closed. Should I go and close them.

I looked over Jenny's body to the window. It was warm here. I slid in close behind her. Memory of the night came to me. Jenny sucking me off. I pushed the tip of my prick between her ass cheeks. She muttered something. Throwing back the sheet I pulled her gently onto her back and knelt between her legs. I lowered my mouth to her fanny, breathing in her smells. I kissed her fleshy outer lips then spread them apart with my thumbs. She arched her back as my tongue explored inside her hole. I licked at the soft skin between her two holes then back up to her clitoris. I sucked it from its covering hood and licked its sides and front. She gasped her hands on the back of my head pulling me against her. She bent her knees, swivelling her hips, lifting from the bed. I reached down between my legs and stroked my prick. Holding back my foreskin I moved up her body sucked on a nipple and positioned the tip against her opening. I sank deep inside her with one thrust. She came on my second, her fanny tightening around me. I thrust again and again. There was a gurgling sound from the back of her throat. Her fanny tightened again. I was coming. Shooting again and again inside her.

I pulled from her and lay on my back. She lay her head on my shoulder.

"Good morning." She said, kissing my cheek.

"Good morning." I replied, feeling her ass cheek.

"What time is it?" She asked.

I looked at my wristwatch.

"Seven-fifteen."

"Oh good." Her hand was on my balls. "There's no hurry."

I closed my eyes as her fingers closed around my prick. I pushed my finger between her ass cheeks and against her anus as she started to stroke me. I ran my fingertip around the tight folds of skin as my prick grew. I felt her breast. The hard nipple poked into the palm of my hand. She kissed the line of my jaw then moved up the bed slightly and pressed her lips against mine. They opened, allowing my tongue inside. The tip of hers pushed against it, then circled it then rubbed along it. She moved on top of me. Her knees either side of my hips. Holding my prick, she lifted herself up then sank sown, impaling herself upon it. She rose and fell. Her fanny gripping and releasing me. I felt her ass cheeks then her breasts then her ass cheeks. She placed her hands on my chest and quickened her movements, panting with the effort. There was a bead of sweat on her brow. It ran down the bridge of her nose, between her eyes. Then there were two more. Then more. Then she was coming. Then I was coming.

She fell forward on top of me. She felt hot. I kissed her.

I think we must have both fallen asleep. I open my eyes and looked into hers from a range of three inches.

I was still inside her.

"Good morning." She said.

"Good morning." I replied.

My intestines gurgled. Jenny giggled.

"Get off." I said. "I need the toilet."

"I thought you wanted me." She said, rolling onto her back and lying with her knees bent and legs open.

I stood up and looked down at her. Her fanny lips were slightly open exposing the bright pink flesh inside. My prick started to rise. The pressure in my bowels increased. She plucked at her pubic hairs her eyes glued to my prick.

Some wind escaped through my anus relieving the pressure inside.

Should be time enough, I thought and knelt between her legs. She guided my prick to her opening as I moved above her. I slipped inside. Her thighs gripped my hips and her heels rested on my ass cheeks.

"You Ok?" I asked as I began moving in and out of her.

"Hmm. Fine thanks." She wrapped her arms around my back and lifted herself up for a kiss. Our lips touched.

She fell back, her hands on the sides of my rib cage.

I pushed first to one side then the other. Her fanny gripped and released me. I slowed my strokes. Pushing as far inside as I could with each one.

"That's nice." She smiled up at me.

She closed her eyes and frowned as if deeply concentrating on something. Her lubrication suddenly increased. I slipped out. She pushed me back in. I quickened my strokes. Short and fast. She arched her back and tensed in orgasm. I powered on. Moving faster. Her fanny tightening around me. My balls lifted and started to jerk as I came.

I farted. Long and loud.

She frowned at me.

"Sorry." I said, pulling out and standing up. "I did tell you I needed to go."

I slipped into the bathroom in my bathrobe and sat down. My anus relaxed as my bowels emptied. I did the paperwork and stood up.

I opened the shower cubical door and switched on the shower. I hung my bathrobe up behind the bathroom door, tested the water and stepped underneath it.

I heard the door open.

"I'm in here." I called over the sound of the water.

"I know." Jenny replied. "You should really lock the door."

"I keep forgetting we are not alone. Did you lock it?"

She coughed.

I heard the door lock and her siting down. I heard the hissing of her piss. I opened the door of the shower cubical a little.

"Close it."

I closed the door and worked the shampoo into my scalp.

The toilet flushed and the door slid open. Jenny stepped in beside me.

"Move over." She said, taking my shampoo from me.

The tight curls of two months before had gone. She had visited the hairdresser in Montego Bay before the wedding and had her hair re-cut and styled. More like a pageboy now. Less like an owl when she wore her glasses. Cooler for her and more manageable. She could shampoo when she liked. Now all she had to learn was to buy her own. And Razor blades. The number of times I'd gone to have a shave to find my blade had been blunted on her leg hairs. She always ignored me when I tried to take her to task over it.

I always liked showering with Jenny. Especially doing her pubic hairs. I did

them now. My prick started growing.

She looked down at it.

"Aren't you empty."

"I'm never empty when you're around."

"Prat." She said.

"It's true." I protested, reaching behind her and running my soap covered fingers between her ass cheeks. She pressed her body against mine. Her pubic mound against my prick. Her nipples were hard against my skin. I held an ass cheek in either hand and pulled them apart, letting the water run between them. She rested her head against my chest the water fell from my face on top of it.

Reaching behind me she switched off the water.

"Let's go and get some breakfast." She smiled up at me so I kissed her.

My prick was hard between us. She stepped back and closed her hand around it and started stroking it. I just stood there open mouthed as her hand moved faster and faster. I tried to pull her to me as I felt myself coming but she held her ground watching as my come shot out of the end of my prick landing on her stomach, pubic hairs and legs.

Releasing my prick when I had finished she switched the shower back on and soaped the front of her body.

"You're a mucky frog." She said as we stepped from the cubical.

"What did I do?" I protested.

There was a knock on the door.

"Alright Louise. We're coming." She called, handing me a towel.

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Chapter 24.

We made our way from the mini bus to the jetty after lunch. Our cases had already gone ahead and I looked around the bay as we waited for the others to climb into the water taxi.

Two large Liners and a freighter lay at anchor in the bay beyond our yacht. Smaller craft busying themselves around them. A twin-engine seaplane was secured front and aft between two of the mooring-buoys. The cabin hung beneath the wings and engines, bobbing gently up and down in the swell. It must have arrived that morning. I'd never been in a seaplane before; in fact, I'd not long before gone solo for the first time in my never-ending quest for my light planes licence. I thought that it must be the ideal vehicle for this part of the world. To be able to hop from Island to Island. Landing where you liked.

"Come on. Your turn." I looked down into the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen.

She held up her hand to me. Mousy covered hair with a deep, even tan, perhaps nineteen years of age. She wore an open shirt over a Bikini top with white shorts and open sandals. I ignored her hand, stepped into the boat and fell against a seat back.

"Watch your step." She said as I sat next to Jenny rubbing my bruised shoulder and pride.

The boat left the jetty. She stood with her back to the driver's chair and spoke with an Australian accent.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to your cruise. My name is Cassie and I am your cruise director and, in my spare time, the Captains daughter." She paused for effect. She was having an effect on me. Jenny nudged me in the ribs so I must have been staring.

"We will arrive off the Cayman Islands tomorrow morning where you will have the morning to explore the Capital. In the afternoon we will cruise amongst the off shore Islands stopping for an evening beach Barbecue and overnights stop on a deserted Island. Don't worry it's really quite civilised. The accommodation is very comfortable. We will spend the following day on the Island, exploring or relaxing then leave at dusk to return here at mid-day on Wednesday."

The boat slowed as it approached the rear of the yacht and the short flight of steps hanging over the side. A rope was thrown and the boat pulled to the side.