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“CAUTION: This is a story of a woman using a dildo to perform anal sex on a man. It is entirely consensual, and both parties enjoy it, but if this sort of thing disturbs you, I would suggest you not read it.”

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Jeremy smiled as he strode down the hall to Professor Dugan’s office, anticipating the fun they were going to have. The final exam in her class was the next day and he was on his way to earning the highest grade possible, besides having another great time. Three months ago, Jeremy never would have thought it possible, but having her fuck his ass with her strapon had already given him some of the most fun he had ever had with a woman, and he was really looking forward to that day’s session.

The sad part was that it would be the last one of the spring semester and, after that day, he would have to do without the incredible pleasure for over two months. He hoped to enroll in one of her classes in the fall, and enjoy another five months of having his ass getting regularly crammed by her, but it was still a long period of doing without.

Jeremy knocked on the door and entered when he was told to do so. The professor smiled at him and leaned back in her chair, thrusting her breasts against the thin material of her jersey. The garment might have been the same one as she had been wearing their first time together. “Hello, Jeremy,” she greeted him, and got up, bolted the door and walked over to stand in front of the sofa that stood against the wall.

“Hi, Dixie.” Jeremy had called her by that nickname during their sessions ever since their second time together. She had been leaning over him, her hands squeezing his shoulders and her succulent breasts mashed against his bare back. Jeremy was ecstatic, from her hard nipples scraping back and forth against his skin and, best of all, her big plastic cock driving smoothly in and out of his well-greased ass. He had whispered to her how good it felt, and addressed her as “Patsy”, which is her actual name, and the one she had suggested he call her when they were getting together in her office.

“Jeremy, why don’t you call me Dixie, when we’re in the office and I’m fucking you like we are now? That’s what my special friends call me, and I like to think you and I are becoming really special friends.” Jeremy didn’t know exactly what a “special friend” was, but he assumed it had something to do with her using her dildo in his ass, and he wanted that to continue regularly.

During their first session together, right after Jeremy had flunked the midterm exam, the professor asserted her authority and was demanding. She introduced him to the pleasure of her dildo in his ass and changed his grade, but she hardly even let him see her nakedness. During subsequent meetings, in which he fully cooperated and it was obvious they were both deriving immense pleasure, Dixie softened a great deal. She was still in charge, but their meetings had become more like trysts between lovers, each giving pleasure and receiving it.

With the door secure, he was ready to remove his clothing and kneel in front of the sofa in the usual way, but she stopped him. “Tomorrow is your final exam, and you’ve already got an A-plus, but this will be our last time together, and I want to make it special. It’ll be more fun for me and more fun for you too.”

“Sure, Dixie. What do you have in mind?” Whatever it was, Jeremy expected to enjoy it, and he wanted her to enjoy it just as much.

“Do you like to eat pussy?”

“I love it, especially with a really sexy woman. Like you.”

He had no need to flatter the professor, and he wasn’t. In class, she usually concealed the fact with clunky suits or floppy sweaters, but he knew Dixie had a great figure, with big, firm breasts, topped by large, dark brown nipples. Her waist was slightly plump, in a very sexy way, and her hips and ass flared alluringly. Besides her sexy body, Dixie’s face was quite pretty, with a generous mouth, clear skin, and big, brown eyes. In the classroom, she wore heavy glasses to look more professorial, and her dark brown hair was always tightly pinned up in a tight bun. When they were together in her office, however, the glasses disappeared and her hair fell across her shoulders in soft waves. All in all, she was one of the most attractive women he knew, at least in her private persona.

“That’s good, because my pussy is badly in need of being eaten.”

Dixie unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper but stopped and stared at him when Jeremy didn’t also start undressing. He quickly took the hint and stripped off all his clothing. In little more than a minute, the professor and her favorite student were both naked, and she was lying on the sofa, her head resting on the arm and one foot on the floor, ready for him to go down on her.

Jeremy was not quite bold enough to kiss her face as he would have with a girl friend, but he was delighted to cup her succulent breasts in his hands to kiss and lick her nipples. They were already erect, and the tiny bumps and ridges felt good on his tongue as he alternated between them, licking either one, a few strokes at a time. He also enjoyed Dixie’s murmurs of pleasure, so his tongue continued fondling her big nipples, until she started breathing faster, and said “That’s good. Now suck them.”

He drew one of her luscious breasts into his mouth and sucked, while his tongue continued caressing her areola and erect nipple. As Jeremy’s mouth moved back and forth between the lovely twins, Dixie’s upper body squirmed on the sofa, thrusting the succulent globes into his mouth. He continued with her delightful breasts until she was ready to have him move lower on her body.

“That’s great,” Dixie told him. “You really know how to use your mouth. But now it’s my pussy that needs you.” As she spoke, she pushed down on his shoulders until he ended up kneeling on the floor. Dixie sat up, spread her legs and slid to the edge of the sofa until he was between her thighs. She raised her legs and, when Jeremy moved forward, draped them over his shoulders.

This was the first time he had gotten such a close look at her pussy, and it was in keeping with the rest of her beauty. In the past, he had seen a dark brown triangle where her legs met, but now Jeremy could see that her pubic hair was not as thick or as dark as he had thought. Her slit was clearly visible, and it had been pushed open by her engorged inner lips as they blossomed and, at their apex, he could see her clit peeking out from its protective hood. Her brown hair framed the swollen dark pink of those inner lips and, between the labia was her love hole, shiny-wet pink with the delectable juices that were bubbling out.

The aroma of those juices drew him forward and he licked them off where they had trickled onto her crotch. They were as delicious as any he had ever tasted, and his tongue sluiced them off and into his mouth. When they had all been swallowed, he buried his face in Dixie’s beautiful and fragrant pussy and started licking one of her swollen inner lips. As good as her pussy had looked and smelled and tasted, the best part was the spongy feel of the lip against his tongue.

“Oooo, yeah, that feels good. Keep doing that; I love it” she urged him, looking down her body at his blonde hair and blue eyes. They were the only part of his face that was visible.

Jeremy was glad to keep doing that. Her pussy was one of the best he had ever eaten, and he took pride in the way that Dixie’s body responded to what he was doing. After his tongue had slowly cruised to the end of the inner lip, Jeremy briefly drew his head back. He saw that her clit had pushed its way out slightly more but it was still too early to concentrate there. He moved his face back to where he had started, devoured the fresh juices that Dixie had produced, and started licking her other lip. She didn’t say anything but, from the way she was moaning in pleasure and the way her pussy was squirming under his face, Jeremy knew that Dixie was really enjoying the gentle caresses of his tongue.

When he reached the end of the second lip, he looked up to see how she was reacting. Her eyes were closed and a blissful smile was spread across her face. Her head was rolling from side to side on the back of the sofa and her sexy body writhed from the intense pleasure she was getting, while her luscious breasts swayed enticingly.

“She’s getting ready to cum,” Jeremy said to himself, seeing the movements of her body and the way her clit had completely pushed its way clear of its protective hood. He wasn’t ready yet, though.

Before bringing the professor to her orgasm, Jeremy wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure even more. After feasting on all the nectar that had been produced, he started thrusting his tongue against the edges of her pink love hole, relishing the juices that spurted out. Alternating between the sides, he probed the rim of that delightful place, and explored under her inner lips. Dixie’s pussy was fucking up against his face as she implored him to suck her clit and make her cum.

He would, but first he squeezed his tongue into the source of the nectar he had been savoring. The aroma and the flavor of her pussy were at their most intense, especially when he flicked his tongue up and down, indirectly stimulating the base of her clit and producing a fresh gusher of her delicious juices.

“Yes! Yes! Suck my clit!” she implored him. Her whole body thrashed on the sofa before him.

Withdrawing his tongue and moving his face up slightly, Jeremy opened his mouth to engulf that succulent morsel and started sucking on it. His tongue caressed the swollen sides and top. Dixie’s became even more vocal, begging the young man to keep sucking her clit, and her pussy seemed to be trying to wrap itself around his face. He immensely enjoyed both responses, and kept sucking and licking.

“Oh! Oh! I’m cumming, Dixie blurted out. Her hands seized the back of Jeremy’s head and jammed her pussy up into his face, while her thighs squeezed his temples. Her ass rocked back and forth and side to side as she continued cumming until she climaxed, her back arching and ramming her pussy against Jeremy’s face for a final time. After her orgasm, Dixie’s hands released his head and she totally relaxed on the sofa, an even bigger smile bisecting her face.

Greedily, Jeremy licked all the fresh nectar off her legs, crotch and pussy, even sucking it out of her bubbling pink hole. After he had devoured it all, he continued kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa. Jeremy had greatly enjoyed eating the professor’s pussy, but now he was looking forward to what he had gone there for in the first place.

Dixie was looking forward to it too, but she needed to rest for a few minutes. “That was great, Jeremy,” she told him, still smiling broadly. “You really meant it when you said you had no complaints from women.” That was a reference to their discussion the first time he had come to the office, when he had thought that she wanted more conventional sex with him.

“I need to rest a bit after that. You really made me cum big time. While I’m catching my breath, how about getting out what we’re both looking forward to using? You know where it is, don’t you?”

He knew. Jeremy went to the desk and opened the bottom right drawer. A plastic bottle of Aquaglide was there, along with the strapon dildo that had given him so much joy over the past few months. As he carried them over to where the professor was waiting, he realized there were two new dildos attached to it, the one that would be going into his ass and the other that Dixie would have in her pussy.

I’ve made some changes,” she told him. “Your dildo is longer and thicker and the end is more tapered so it’ll slide in better. There are some pleasure bumps too, but I don’t know if you’ll notice those. Mine is the same except it has a spur for my clit. I don’t think it’ll feel as good as your mouth did, though.”

She arose from the sofa. “Help me get this on, please. Stand behind me and buckle the straps. She reached under her crotch to insert the dildo in her pussy.

“You ate all my lubricant. You should have left some inside me so I could get this thing in more easily.”

“I’m sorry. It was so delicious, I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s okay. Just thinking about how I’ll soon be fucking your beautiful ass is getting me wet enough anyhow.”

Seconds later, one hand at her crotch to hold the dildo in her pussy, Dixie stepped closer to him so he could buckle the toy around her waist. When she turned and faced Jeremy again, she smiled at the look of anticipation on his face as he gazed at the new dildo that she had ready for him. He could see it was much bigger than the other had been, at least eight inches long and thicker in proportion. He was eagerly looking forward to the immense pleasure of feeling Dixie easing it into his ass, followed by driving in and out, stretching the whole channel it would be filling, and massaging his prostate.

“Okay, you know what to do now.” He knew extremely well, and Jeremy got on his knees a short distance from the sofa and leaned forward to rest his arms on it. He had to be far enough from the front of the sofa that he could masturbate when the need became overwhelming.

Before starting, Dixie rested her hands on his smooth, white buttocks. “I really do like your ass, Jeremy. It’s nice and smooth and just the right size, a bit plump, but not fat.” She slid her hands around so her fingers were fondling the insides of his ass cheeks. “You don’t have a lot of hair back here like some guys do, either. I like that.”

Her hands left his ass and he heard the faint, squeaking noise of the Aquaglide being opened and, although he had not been told, Jeremy reached back and spread his cheeks apart. The neck of the bottle penetrated his ass slightly, and he felt the cool, pleasant sensation of the lubricant gushing in. This was followed seconds later by the even better sensation of Dixie’s middle finger squeezing inside him and spreading it all over the sides of his ass, as far in as she could reach. The next thing would be for Dixie to spread more of the Aquaglide on the dildo that would soon be bringing so much joy to him.

Jeremy’s hands were still holding his ass cheeks apart when he felt two fingers, one on either side, pulling apart the sides of the hole that was about to be stuffed so full and so pleasurably. The next thing he felt was the tip of Dixie’s new dildo pressed against the tiny hole they had created. The more tapered end worked perfectly; with a slight push, he felt it wedge inside his ass, all the way to the ridge around the head.

Incredible pleasure rocketed out from around the point of entry. To Jeremy, the initial penetration was one of the high points of being fucked, but only one of several. Everything about taking this woman’s dildo in his ass was more fun than he would ever have expected. He and Dixie still held his ass open and, with another push, an additional inch of plastic cock was inside, sending fresh waves of bliss crashing through his body. Fantastically good as it felt to him already, he knew the best was still ahead.

It felt almost as good to Dixie, and she also knew the best part was still ahead. She loved fucking young men like Jeremy, both from the feeling of power she got from it and because of the attraction that men’s asses had always held for her. After the third thrust, when she no longer needed to hold his tight hole open, Dixie allowed her hands to once again roam over the smooth, hairless contours of her current favorite.

Jeremy’s ass was probably the best one she had ever fucked, and she really hoped she would be able to persuade him to take one of her classes in the fall semester. Dixie much preferred fucking male students who were in one of her classes because that gave her some leverage she wouldn’t have had otherwise. Even if, as with Jeremy, she didn’t need it, she still preferred to have something to hold over them, as well as having a way to repay them for giving her fun.

The dildo inside Dixie’s pussy wasn’t giving her much fun yet, but that would change after she had started driving the other one all the way in and out of Jeremy. Her steady back and forth movements would make the toy move inside her, and the spur would massage her clit. She had allocated two hours of her time to the session with Jeremy and very much hoped to use it all.

He hoped to spend a lot of time in his current position too. Her next thrust, besides stretching his ass farther open and giving incredible pleasure to his rear channel, started to massage his prostate. Jeremy knew it was sometimes called the male clitoris, and the immense joy he derived from the contact gave him an idea of how happy it made Dixie and other women when he fondled or licked their clits. Waves of pleasure crashed through his body from his prostate as it was caressed by the pleasure bumps on the new dildo. They were joined by other, even stronger waves that throbbed from where he was getting so wonderfully stuffed and from his ass that was being alternately stretched and released as the dildo plunged in and out.

Dixie’s new dildo, being so much longer and thicker that the old one, was giving his ass the best fucking it had ever gotten. It felt so good that Jeremy, as usual, became impatient to get it all the way in. He spread his legs a bit more and moved his face closer to the sofa cushion while arching his back downward. This elevated his ass slightly, giving Dixie even better access to where he wanted her dildo. Besides the changes in position, on the next stroke, when he felt the plastic cock surging into him, he thrust his ass back to meet it, taking it in even deeper.

Dixie chuckled at his reaction to her toy, which was how he usually responded. “You really like what we’re doing here, don’t you? I’m glad, because it makes it more fun for me too.” Like most people, the professor enjoyed any kind of sex a lot more when her partner was also deriving pleasure.

And Jeremy was deriving immense pleasure, so much that he didn’t even interrupt his moaning and whimpering to agree with the woman who was giving it to him. With every stroke, her new dildo drove into him deeper than the previous toy had ever gone. Its thicker base spread his ass open wider than it had ever been stretched, producing greater waves of bliss that reverberated throughout his body. Even the molded bumps on the shaft, designed to stimulate the sweet spots inside a pussy, massaged his prostate gland in ever-changing ways, sending multiple swirls of delight, mingling with the other kinds of pleasure her plastic cock was giving him. With every thrust, the new toy plunged deeper and deeper into his ass, bringing him ever closer to ecstasy.

Finally, the entire dildo was lodged inside, saturating his body with more pleasure than he could have ever thought possible. He felt Dixie’s thighs pressed snugly against his and her hands on his hips, and he knew she was prepared to begin the deep strokes and slow, steady fucking they both wanted so much. Before she started, though, the professor leaned forward, squeezing his shoulders with her hands and mashing her succulent breasts against his back.

She whispered into his ear. “This is great, Jeremy. I’m glad you like it so much too. I hope you can take one of my classes in the fall semester, and we can do a lot more of this. A couple of times a week, even.”

He couldn’t answer out loud but he nodded his head. He would do anything or say anything to keep his ass crammed full of that wonderful plastic cock, today and for as long as he could manage in the future. Since he was not a serious student, and was attending college mostly for fun, he would arrange his schedule to include one of Professor Dugan’s classes. The sure honors grade he knew he would receive, even without ever cracking a book, helped him decide, but mostly, it was the amazing pleasure he wanted to keep getting from her dildo.

“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.