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Brianna was having a rough day. Her boyfriend had just dumped her, her car had gotten hit in the college parking lot, and she returned to her apartment only to find that the power had gone out sometime in the afternoon. Her cell phone was dead and it was starting to snow outside while the wind started howling like a banshee. She almost cried.

After the day she had, she went into the bathroom, intending to sit and soak in the tub for a while, thankful that the building still had enough hot water for that. She brought in her small battery operated radio, put on some jazz, lit some candles and let the ambiance slowly ebb away the tension of the day as she closed her eyes.

Her hands went to gently exploring her body, as they tended to when she was in the bath. Her delicate fingers started playing with her hardening nipples under the water, her mind going to the last time she played with them; just this morning in the shower. It was different in the bath, though. They were warm and wet from the water, but slippery from the bubble bath that coated her nipples as they seemed to float just on top of the water, locked from her eyes by their bubbly prison. Her breasts were supported in the water, their boyancy giving an eroticism to the bath that no shower could match.

Brianna found her hands moving subtly south in the suds, her finger tips grazing down her ribs to the soft flesh of her belly, the muscles writhing under her skin, begging her to tease herself more. The touch was no longer her own, it became that of an unseen and familiar lover, one that takes time to tittilate before it rushes to penetrate. She was not in control, she was an observer, the delicate touch of her skin against her finger tips was simply a bonus against the canvas of pleasure they were painting on her body.

Slowly, the hands separated, one returning to the slippery, turgid nipples, the other venturing down to the V of her trimmed pubic hair and the gentle swell of her mons. With mock hesitancy, her fingers wrapped around the curves of her body, both finding tender, sensitive buds of sexual flesh, both eliciting a quiet moan and a shiver from Brianna. Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips, her chest heaved in short, shallow breaths, and her fingers continued their well-known explorations, following paths forged long ago.

A finger ran softly down the ridge of her slit, tickling the closed lips before pushing deeper, her finger making a small circle above her inviting opening. A thumb and another finger softly pulled and lightly twisted the her left nipple, the hand they belonged to massaged the breast beneath it. Her body shivered and she moaned, louder this time, the sound mixing with the light popping of bubbles and the sound of muted jazz filling the room. Brianna sucked a breath in, her body filling with need as her back arched, her chest thrusting out of the water as the finger between her thighs found the sensitive nub of her clit, sticking proudly out of its hood, begging for attention.

One circle, followed by another, then a third in the opposite direction made her muscles quiver and her legs spread farther apart, giving more access to her opening flower. Brianna heard herself moan louder, drowning out the quiet sounds of muted trumpets and snare drums filling the space. The fingers on her nipple left it, cold and devoid of bubbles, sticking high above the water, only to find the other nipple, crying out for the same attention. The fingers on her clit and those on her breasts found their targets at the same time and Brianna cried out, her body thrashing in the bathtub, water and suds rocking with the motions of her body.

The lover’s embrace was more hurried now, the tease fading to fulfilling the need that was over taking her mind. The sexual current between her skin, her sex, and her nipples fought and overcame the thoughts in her mind. Her whole being was in the feelings cascading from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Every hair on her head felt electrified, every sensation of the bathwater, the soap, the hands exploring and enticing her body, even the sound of the music in the candlelit room heightened the very essence of the moment. Every second delivered her higher, her body thrashed as her fingers gently began to stroke in and out of her most private recesses, her thumb strumming her sensitive clit like a guitar, while three of her fingers slid, flexed, and stroked in and out of her pussy, pushing the hot water in and around her most sensitive flesh. The feeling was almost unbearable, and Brianna heard the sound of someone constantly moaning and panting, the room full of the sounds of a woman being pleasured.

Brianna’s feet slid along the tub, her thighs pushing against them once they found purchase. Her whole body arched up out of the water, becoming the picture of a young woman, soap suds dripping from her trembling body, propped against her neck and her submerged legs. Her breasts shook with her heart beat and jiggled with the ministrations of the hand working them while the wet sounds of self-pleasure filled the room, her sex lifted just high enough from the water that she could hear the sound of the fingers splashing in and out of her, the bathwater splattering with the motion.

She kept moving higher and higher, seeing only stars, feeling only the motions of the fingers inside her and the lightening coursing through her body to her fogged mind. She could feel the climax building, her toes started to curl against the tub, her knees started to tremble. Brianna was a hostage to the volcano about to erupt within her and take her on the firework-filled roller coaster that ended in blissful exhaustion. The fingers working within her curled up and flew in and out of her smoldering sex, the anticipation of the next second filling the room. The hand working her nipples left them, letting them feel cold and making them turn harder, the heat of her body building. A hand appeared in her bush, the fingers teasing the soft skin along her pussy lips and a single finger stroked her clit, sending her exploding over the edge.

Brianna’s shaking body collapsed into the tub, sending water and suds over the edge, dowsing half of the candles in the room. Her breathing was ragged, coming in sharp gasps as she lay in the tub, letting the orgasm wash through her body like the rapidly cooling water washed over it. A strange feeling filled Brianna, subtle at first as the crooning of Frank Sumatra pouring from her stereo. The water was getting colder and the fire in her belly was growing warmer. The rest of her was growing colder, however, and she decided to pull herself from the tub.

Brianna walked around her apartment naked, toweling off as she went, but leaving her dark red hair down and wet. She decided to put it in a bun later and threw a robe over her rapidly chilling body to keep her warm. The thought occurred to her to just throw an extra two blankets on the bed and curl under her down comforter and go to sleep. She stared at the bed, her hands on her hips contemplating the idea just before a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Fuzzy gray and brown bunny slippers found their way onto her feet and she walked to the front door, her hips swinging as her body still buzzed with post-orgasmic tremors. A quick glance through the peep-hole quashed those thoughts in an instant.

Her landlord was outside, still fat as ever, a barely smoking cigar hanging from his grime-stained lip. His coveralls were smudged even more than his face, and he didn’t look happy at all. Brianna opened the door and clutched the robe tightly around her body, trying to cover more of her skin.

“Miss Reynolds,” he said gruffly, his sausage fingers taking the stogie from his lips. Only his breath out performed his appearance; it was a combination of gingivitis and what smelled like fuel oil.

“Mr. Greenwell,” she said respectfully and bowed her head a little. His eyes undressed her without staring at anything in particular. There wasn’t any part of her body that she wanted this man to look at, but he at least tried to keep his gaze focused on her face.

“I’ve been working’ on the power since the outtage the safternoon, and I’m positive that it’s not in the building and it’s ’cause of the storm. I got the boiler goin’, so you’ll have heat and hot water at least. I’m waitin’ on the power company and they say ‘they’ll get to it as they can.’ Sorry ’bout the incontinence,” the landlord said politely. Brianna smiled at him, sincerely in appreciation of the information and he tipped an invisible cap to her and turned to the end of the hall way. The outside door opened and she saw him disappear into the wintry scene.

The sudden blast of cold air went right through Brianna’s terry cloth robe. Her nipples and her aching pussy were electrified instantly, almost making Brianna bend over with the sudden rush of pleasure back to her body. She looked outside once more and shut the door, waiting for the apartment to fill with heat from the steam pipes. She didn’t have to wait long, and she turned up her thermostat to full to help expedite warming up her meager apartment.

Satisfied, Brianna went to bed, not needing the extra blankets. She shucked her robe, letting it fall on the foot board of her bed and she crawled between the sheets, the chill from the cold fabric tantalizing her flesh once more. She fought hard to not touch herself, but she noticed she was subconsciously shifting, always moving to a spot in the bed where her body hadn’t warmed yet, her nipples standing high and proud against the cold fabric.

Brianna tried and tired to get to sleep, but the embers of self-passion would not extinguish. Out of frustration she tried to bring herself to orgasm, but she couldn’t even begin to get the embers to blaze into the fire necessary to bring about the end her body so desperately needed. Brianna let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and got out of bed, throwing the covers off. The apartment was warm enough to not need a robe, but she picked hers up anyway and threw it around her body.

The robe was damp from her putting it on after her bath, and it had chilled from the night air during the discussion with the landlord. The combination made Brianna shiver in the most delightful way and she felt her pussy begin to water at the feeling. She walked over to her freezer and felt inside quickly, remembering as she shut the door that she didn’t have anything left in it and she needed groceries. Anything in the fridge would need to stay there to stay cool in case the power was off for too long. Locked in a fog of frustration, being so close to what she needed and yet, so far, she flopped down in her recliner, robe split open, legs spread and glared at the TV.

A sliver of moonlight filtered into the apartment and Brianna looked outside. A flash of brilliance hit her and she started laughing, her breasts shaking gently with the motion. She tied her robe around her quickly, put her bunny slippers back on her feet and she ran outside.

The snow was a good bit deeper than she expected, but looking up, she saw her goal. The building was notorious for its icicles. The storm provided her with some good ones tonight; usually they were considered a safety risk for the people of the building, but not tonight. Tonight, Brianna spotted one almost as thick as her wrist and a good 3 feet long for most of the shaft. She reached up and snapped it off, getting most of it from the gutter, and then gingerly brought her prize inside. With the door shut, she walked over to the thermostat and turned it down, wanting her treasure to stay with her as long as possible. Already, the ice was beginning to melt in her fingers.

Brianna’s robe hit the floor as she walked into her living room to her recliner. She sat in the chair, legs spread, looking down at her ruby bush, her bright pink nipples, and the nearly 3 foot shaft of ice in her small hands. With a deep breath she tenderly touched the large end of the icicle to her left nipple. Her body almost curled up as she shivered in passion, her breath coming to her in a ragged gasp and leaving in a muted purr. She touched the other nipple, eliciting the same response.

Gingerly, she ran the already melting ice down her chest to her belly button, her senses awakening even more with the feeling of cold water trailing on her skin, a tiny pool of it forming in her shallow cavity. Her stomach crawled with the muscles writhing under Brianna’s skin, anticipating what was coming as the icy spear skipped over her lower abdomen, avoiding the patch of ruby fur to caress the skin of her inner thigh, starting at her left knee and moving slowly up her trembling skin. Brianna’s eyes closed and the icy scepter became the possession of someone else, someone unseen, some who knew exactly where and how to please the young woman.

As it neared the junction of her thighs, the icy exhilaration made Brianna gasp raggedly, her chest heaved with the motion and her heart pounded in her chest. Her need rose as she felt the cold pulling the heat from her sex. Teasingly, it stayed just out of range of her open flower, the cold caressing her pink folds more skillfully than any tongue ever had. It remained tauntingly close to her craven pussy before it skipped over the wanton hole, abandoning Brianna in her time of need. She felt the icy rod move to her right knee, the dripping tip moving up her thigh, the cold making her shudder in sensation and lust.

The icicle was not teasing her this time as it had on the last pass. Once it made it to the top of her thigh, Brianna spread her legs as far as she could in the chair, letting her frosty lover have full access to the treasure it sought. Slowly, its tip grazed along the outer edge of her labia, bathing her pussy lips in cold and the slow drip of water as it dissolved in the heat of her passion. Brianna heard her voice cry out as it rounded the curves of her flower, she felt her aching pussy gasping for attention as it rounded the bottom of her slit and she felt her juices flow as the slowly melting dildo rolled slowly back up the other side.

It met her clit with an unexpected quickness, the thickness of the tip surprising Brianna. She almost jumped out of the chair when the cold, dripping tip met her sensitive pink bud. The feeling could not be matched by the heat of any lover’s breath, the liquid touch could not be met by any tongue that had ever lazily teased her flesh. She gasped her breath in, her lungs unable to keep up with the blinding, dizzying pleasure her frozen toy was giving her. The rod lifted from her sex, letting the almost-freezing water drip down on her clit, each slow caress made her body convulse and curl up in the chair.

After a moment of this torture, Brianna willed the scepter lower, once again making contact with her open sex pot, her breath drawing in sharply. The water pooling on her twat flowed sweetly down into her gaping hole, Brianna’s pussy shuddering and shivering in delight at the cold embrace.

“Please,” Brianna heard her voice beg in the empty apartment. “Please….now….” her voice urged. The icy rod had lifted from her sensitive flesh, just long enough to drip all around the entrance to her boiling inner core. Only another moment’s hesitation was there before she felt the thick, bumpy rod push against her entrance. At first it felt like it was going to be too big, but her pussy stretched to accommodate, and with the heat of her lust, the icy rod started melting in no time at all, using itself as lubrication as it slid up into her pussy.

Brianna stopped breathing. Her whole world stopped, her heart jumped into her throat. The cold intruder stretching her pussy in length and girth made her hotter than she could have possibly imagined. She realized vaguely that she was screaming on every breath, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She felt the bumpy icicle pull out of her trembling walls, she felt her tunnel trying in vain to grasp the slippery invader. After it had pulled out completely, she felt the void of her empty cavern aching and working for the attention it had just received. She also felt the puddle of cold water pooling in the depths of her twat, sloshing lightly inside her as her body trembled in pleasure.

Brianna’s eyes opened and she saw the thick icicle push back into her, disappearing an inch at a time, the thick ripples stretching her opening as the length bottomed out and pushed against her womb. She felt it try to go farther, the cold making her spasm and need more, but she couldn’t take anymore. Her slippery hand slid down the water coated shaft until she felt her wrist on her drooling sex. The sudden temperature difference on he clit made her curl up, her abs clenching, her cunt trying to crush the ice pleasuring her so. She felt the invader roll, twist, and stir inside her, churning her cunt and her insides like a stew of sex.

Brianna came. Not a slow rocking orgasm like she had in the bath, but a violent, immediate, and ultimately satisfying orgasm. Brianna was consumed in her lust and she felt the icy cock pull out, her eyes open just wide enough to see that she had over 9 inches of it buried in her drooling snatch. She felt the water running down her ass like a frozen cream pie from her constantly cuming cock of frost. Her pussy was steaming; little puffs spewed forth with each contraction of her cunt muscles. Every trickle of water made her orgasm more intense as it tickled her ass with its cool embrace.

The intruder stabbed into her again, grinding deeply against her cervix, teasing, taunting, and rocking the sensitive skin more than anything else she’d ever felt. She had expected pain, but she received only pure orgasmic bliss. The sound of the icicle splashing into the reservoir of cum and melted ice sent her off again, Brianna envisioning it as a massive pond of cum deep in her belly, being added to it by the second.

The intruder withdrew again, popping out of her gushing snatch and brining a rush of cold water out, splashing against her thighs and running down her superheating skin. It dove back down into her, all tenderness gone, seeking only to satisfy the lustful need that it could only bring, covering her in a growing mess of her own honey and the almost frozen water. The combination of the two were too much for her and she started to orgasm again, but this time she didn’t stop. Her hands guided her frozen lover into her channel and she noted it was getting thinner and shorter, the heat of her cunt melting it as quickly as she could plunge it deep into her core.

Brianna’s hands started sliding down on the intruder, and she adjusted her grip to grind it deep into her pussy, stretching it once again with the thick root below her hands and the continuously cuming tip busily burrowing its way into her very being.

Brianna lost control. She didn’t even know she was screaming this time, she only knew that she was cuming like she never had before. Her contracting pussy kept squeezing the mixture of watery cum out of her, soaking her hands. She kept pummeling her pussy, her wrist crushing against her clit on every rapid stroke, the rapidly melting icicle sliding mercilessly in and out of her churning love nest.

She lost all sense of reason and her mind went on orgasmic auto pilot. The ice dildo was a blur, controlled by her hands but not her mind. Her hands shifted constantly now, the icicle melting in her hands and in her constantly cuming cunt as more and more of her juices and the watery cum of her lover splashed out of her. The splattering of the mixture on the floor and couch was music to her ears, heard clearly over the hammering of her heart, her ragged breath, and her constant, guttural moans. She was alive in that minute. She was cuming constantly and nothing could distract her, nothing could bring her to reality, and in that moment, her pussy was all she was.

I helped to sit up and held her. She ran her fingers down the side of my face then looked away.

“Oh Paul. I didn’t think I could ever feel like this again.”

She placed her hand on the inside of my thigh and moved slowly towards my balls.

There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I called.

“Rachael.”

Fuck.

Or not, to be more accurate.

*Chapter 12. *

I opened the door to Rachael after I had made sure Louise had at least her swimsuit on.

Behind her stood an almost exact copy.

She introduced her as her sister, Sarah.

More tightly fitting swimsuits. Firm looking breasts and asses.

Don’t.

Rachael had met Louise in the restaurant before and was staggered to get a reply from her ‘and how are you today? Louise.’

“It’s wonderful. You must be a magician.” She said, sitting by Louise and giving her a hug.

“I thought you told me that the doctors had all but given up hope.” Sarah said, accepting the glass of coke I handed her.

“I think.” Louise spoke slowly as if choosing her words with care. “I think everybody had. It was just that being with Paul brought a lot of things back into my mind. Then he was so kind to me.”

She smiled and my prick leapt. I sat in one of the armchairs opposite and crossed my legs before it got too big.

“I must see my father.” Louise stood up. “Will you come?”

I almost did when she ran a finger inside the leg of her swimsuit to loosen its fit slightly.

She smiled down at me.

“The mini bus had just returned from somewhere as we walked across.” Rachael said.

“It’s either from the country club or the town.” I suggested.

“There were men in it.” Sarah observed.

“Come on.” Louise held out her hand.

I climbed to my feet turning my back to them as I did so.

“Just going to put some trousers on.” I said, hurrying to the bedroom.

“We’ll go and make sure your father and brother are in the foyer.”

I heard Rachael say as I closed the door behind me.

I pulled my Bermuda’s off and stroked my prick.

That felt better.

I opened a drawer and took out clean underpants and socks. I turned around and in front of me stood Louise, naked.

“I have so much to thank you for.” She said looking at my prick.

“You don’t owe me anything.” I covered it with my socks. “You would gave recovered in time. I was just the spark.”

She gently took my hands away from my prick and stepped in close enough for her pubic hairs to touch it.

I closed my eyes and swallowed.

I felt her fingers on my balls. Feeling them, weighing them. I dropped my socks and underpants to the floor. I placed my hands on her hips, opened my eyes and looked into hers. Her fingers walked up and down the length of my prick.

“Please don’t.” A voice that sounded like mine said. “I’ve got Jenny.”

“You can have me.”

I couldn’t say I didn’t want her. My prick was testimony to that.

“We shouldn’t over do things.” Try to be practical. “The doctors will want to see you, I’m sure.”

She wrapped her fingers around my prick and stroked it.

I came. Shooting my come over her swimsuit covered belly and pubic mound. She stepped back and looked down at her come covered fingers and the mess I’d made on her.

“Sorry.” I couldn’t think of anything more appropriate to say.

“You’ve made a mess.”

She held her fingers to her nose and sniffed at my come. Her tongue flicked out and collected some, carrying it back into her mouth.

She swallowed. Then one by one she sucked each finger clean. My prick started to grow.

No. This could get out of hand. If it hadn’t already. I turned my back on her and pulled on my socks and underpants and my trousers from the back of the chair.

I took some paper handkerchiefs from the box on Jenny’s bedside table and wiped the front of her swimsuit. My prick grew another inch.

“Come on.” I said taking her hand and leading her from the bedroom, stopping to slip into and fasten my ‘Jesus’ sandals.

I saw Harve and Howie standing on the steps of the terrace above the swimming pool.

Louise dropped my hand and ran to them throwing her arms around her father’s neck and reaching out for Howie’s hand.

Everybody was talking and laughing and crying. Rachael and Sarah joined in. Then my hand was being shaken and I was patted on the back. Then I was kissed by Louise, then Rachael, then Sarah and finally Harve.

Harve was issuing instructions to Andy who relayed them to other members of his staff.

The aeroplane was to fly to the States and pick up her psychiatrist immediately. He wanted Champagne. Lots of it.

He held his daughter at arm’s length then hugged her then shook my hand again.

Howie kept slapping my back.

Then he would kiss Sarah, then Rachael. At one time he had his hands around them both with his fingers touching their breasts.

Pop. A Champagne cork flew into the air. An overflowing glass was pressed into my hand. I sipped and sneezed.

Louise was standing close to me. Her arm around my waist.

I took another sip. My glass was refilled by Howie. I had another sip. Plates of tiny sandwiches arrived as if by magic. Louise held one to my lips. I bit into it. Louise kissed my cheek.

“And what is going on?”

Jenny stood by my side.

“Louise can speak again.” I mumbled through a mouth full of bread and thinly sliced smoked salmon.

More excitement. More kisses. More Champagne.

I do not think Harve and Howie could have gotten drunk if they wanted too. Their emotions were on such a high.

I, however, could, and did.

The sun was still shining brightly when Jenny took me back to the chalet and helped me strip off and lie down.

One thing I did know was that we were all going on the cruise to the Cayman Islands with Howie and Carole after the wedding.

I couldn’t remember whether or not I liked cruises.

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*Chapter 13. (Paul) *

It was dark when I woke up.

Jenny was asleep in bed next to me. I looked at the bulge her hips made under

the sheet.

Should I?

I moved. That was a mistake.

I felt ill.

I lay back. I could just make out the outline of the ceiling above me.

I tried to remember what I had done, to get like this, the previous day.

Oh yes. Louise.

It was amazing what a couple of orgasms could do for a girl.

I was glad Rachael and Sarah had arrived when they had. I was about two minutes away from fucking Louise. I couldn’t do that to Jenny. It was bad enough that

I’d done what I had. It had been fun, though. It did more good than harm as well.

A gurgling sound came from my lower intestines. I needed the toilet.

I slowly slid out of bed and stood up. My hand against the wall while the room stopped moving.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, stopping once for a rest against the back of the sofa.

In the bathroom I switched on the light. It hurt so I switched it off and sat down.

I let out a huge sigh as my anus opened. I’m glad I didn’t have to carry that around with me any more. I fumbled for and found the paper. The sounds of the insects of the night slowly filled my head. Chirping, clicking and whirling.

Fresh air. Well certainly fresher than where I was sitting, was required.

I automatically flushed the toilet as I stood up.

My eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and I could make out the sink. I washed my hands and cleaned my teeth. My mouth felt better for that so I did it again. Tingling fresh, as the adverts said.

I suddenly felt awake. I also felt cold. I went back into the bedroom. Jenny hadn’t stirred. I collected my shirt shorts and sandals and dressed in the lounge. From the fridge behind the bar I took a bottle of coke, opened it, and went outside onto our small veranda. The lights from the main hotel shone through the trees and shrubs , in places, distorting the shadows cast by the moon above.

I drank from the neck of my bottle. Burped. Drank again and walked down onto the beach.

The main town of Montego Bay was a blaze of lights and I could hear the sounds of laughter and music from across the bay. I saw the riding lights of the boats in the bay. Well music was drifting across the bay. The sound of laughter seemed to be coming from closer to hand.

“My goodness.” I heard a girls voice, I thought I recognised, say. “It’s so big.”

“You can take it baby.”

I recognised Howie’s voice. Slightly slurred.

I heard a grunt followed by a moan, then a gasp.

“That’s right.” Howie again. “Ride it.”

I crept to the edge of the forest and peered into the gloom.

“Shush.” A different voice. Rachael. “I think somebody’s there.”

Then she giggled.

I froze, crouched low to the ground.

“No there isn’t.” I heard Howie say. “Come on Sarah, keep moving. Oh, that’s great.”

I could make out shapes in front of me. Howie on his back with Sarah riding up and down on his prick. As I watched he pulled Rachael’s head down to his own. I could almost feel his tongue inside her mouth. His fingers were on her ass cheeks, between them. She moaned slightly so he must have found her anus.

There was a pile of clothes just in front of me.

Should I?

Of course I should.

I gathered as many of them together as I could reach and edged slowly away.

I heard Sarah cry out in orgasm as I reached the steps and her sister’s ’shush, somebody will hear.’

Dumping the pile of clothes behind the shrubs at the top of the steps I walked to the tables and chairs laid out around the swimming pool and sat down, taking a final drink from my bottle of coke.

“Can I get you anything? Sir.”

The pretty black receptionist whom I think I had seen putting her tongue into Howie’s ear on the first morning stood by my side. I hadn’t heard her approach.

She must be doing the night shift on the desk.

I felt hungry.

“Any chance of some sandwiches and a pot of coffee?”

“I’ll get the night steward to bring it.”

“Can’t you join me?”

I felt like some company.

She looked me up and down. As I did her.

I liked what I saw.

“Alright. Thank you.” She said. “We shouldn’t really but I’m due a break and the night steward will watch the desk for me.”

She turned and walked back into the hotel. Her ass cheeks filling the tight black skirt she wore.

I stretched.

I was definitely feeling better.

She returned about eight minutes later carrying a tray of sandwiches. I stood up, took the tray from her, and placed it on the table.

I held a chair for her as she sat down and saw the swelling her breasts down the front of her blouse.

I sat down with a smile.

She crossed her legs, her skirt riding up, showing the outside of her thigh.

“I’m sorry.” I said lifting my eyes to her face. “I’m afraid I don’t know your name.”

“Mary Belle.” She replied, flashing dazzling white teeth at me. “I know your name. It’s Paul and your staying with your fiancée Jenny. Howie speaks a lot of you.”

“And what does he say?” I asked.

“About how you fought a Panther with you bare hands. How you rescued Louise from a burning building. He says you’re very rich.”

She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, giving me a flash of white knickers.

She smiled at me.

“And I’m engaged.”

“But not married.”

“No, not yet.”

“You were marvellous with Louise. She’s been staying here for six months and there had been no improvement in her condition. We all like Louise.”

She placed a hand on mine.

I slipped my hand from underneath hers and used it to pick up a sandwich. She watched me eat in silence. I poured two cups of coffee. She waved away my offers of milk and sugar. I picked up my cup and drank. All the time I was aware of her nearness and the smell of her perfume. She adjusted one of her bra straps with her hand inside her blouse. Then the other

I cleared my throat.

“It’s getting cold.” I said standing up. “I think I’ll go to bed.”

She looked disappointed, then smiled up at me.

She’d won the first round.

I said goodnight and walked back to the chalet. As I turned the key in the lock

I heard a noise.

“Hiss. Paul.”

Howie from the shrubs.

I turned towards where the sound had come from and saw Howie hurrying towards me. His hands trying to cover his prick. And failing.

Two other shapes followed. Rachael and Sarah. Crouching low each had an arm across their breasts and a hand on their pubic mounds.

Howie burst passed me into the lounge. I waited for the girls. They had nice asses.

I closed the door behind me and switched on the light. The girls sat on the sofa side by side holding cushions in front of their bodies and Howie went and stood behind the bar.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“Some Bastard stole our clothes.” Howie sounded upset.

“Why weren’t you wearing them?” This could be fun.

“Have you anything we can wear?” Rachael asked.

Howie opened some bottles of coke from the fridge.

“I could hear voices.” Jenny stood in the bedroom doorway rubbing sleep from her eyes wearing a blouse that just about covered her fanny.

Rachael and Sarah both stood up and went to her.

They did have really nice asses. You lucky bastard, Howie.

“Have you something we can wear? Please.” Sarah was almost jumping up and down in her anxiety.

“Come in, both of you.” Jenny looked at me hard before she closed the door.

“What are we going to say?” Howie looked pathetic standing there, behind the bar, naked.

And how did I become involved?

“Midnight swim. Tide washed your clothes away.”

I took one of the bottles of coke.

“That’ll do. Thanks Paul. Have you anything I can wear?”

I went into the bath boom and took my Bermuda shorts from where they hung on the shower curtain rail and fished one of my safari style shirts out of the dirty washing basket.

Howie grabbed them gratefully and struggled into them behind the bar.

The door to the bedroom opened and the three girls returned. Jenny was wearing her white shorts and pale green blouse. The other two each wore one of my Khaki safari shirts, Sarah a pair of Jenny’s shorts and Rachael a pair of mine. They wore their own sandals. Howie came out from behind the bar. Everybody looked down at the obvious outline of his prick. My shirt was stretched tight across his shoulders and the front was unbuttoned.

“Thanks for that, Paul.” He made his way to the door. “The next time we go for a moonlight swim, girls, we must be certain to leave our clothes above the high tide mark.”

He held the door open for the girls.

“What about our room keys?” Sarah asked.

“I’ll get the pass key from reception and let you in. We’ll sort everything out in the morning.” He replied.

“Mary Belle will let you have it.” I said, innocently.

Howie looked at me. I smiled back.

It would be an interesting couple of minutes in reception.

I turned to Jenny.

“What was he on about?” She asked, walking towards the bathroom. “They hadn’t been swimming.”

“No?”

“No.” She stopped with her hand on the door. “What do you know?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“I know nothing at all.”

“I’ll get it out of you.”

She closed the door behind her and I went into the bedroom. Stripping, I climbed into bed and awaited her interrogation.

Three minutes elapsed before I heard the toilet flush. I heard the shower running. Five minutes later the door opened and Jenny came back wrapped in a towel. I watched as she rubbed her body dry, turned out the light and then climbed into bed. I moved close to her.

She turned onto her side away from me.

“I’m so tired.” She made a pretence of yawning.

I placed my hand on her hip and pulled gently.

“Hmm?” She mumbled.

“Jenny.” The tip of my prick pressed into the crack between her ass cheeks.

“What do you want?”

“You know.”

I reached around her and felt a breast. She moved my hand down to her stomach and held it in place.

“You won’t tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t.”

“I’m so tired.” She let out a sigh.

“Alright.” I moved closer, my prick sliding towards her fanny. “I found their clothes and moved them.”

“What were they doing?”

She moved my hand back to her breast.

“Well. You know. Not swimming.”

“He was shagging them. Both of them?”

“I didn’t see him do both.” I breathed into her hair.

She lifted her leg and, reaching behind her ass, guided the tip of my prick into her fanny. I pushed, completing the connection. She lowered her leg and I moved slowly in and out.

“Well who did you see?”

“Sarah.”

“What were they doing?”

Her fanny squeezed my prick as I kept moving in and out.

“Sarah was on top.”

“She must have had a hard time taking him that way.”

“She seemed to be enjoying it.”

“I’m sure she was. Who’s Mary Belle.”

“The Receptionist.”

“Oh that one.”

“You know her?”

She was getting wetter.

“Hmm. Carole says she’s having and affair with Howie.”

“Oh. She knows.”

“They haven’t been able to do it for months.”

“I hope you don’t get pregnant. Not if it means going without you for months.”

She squeezed my hand on her breast.

“When the time’s right.”

She pushed her ass back against me and sighed. She arched her back and tensed her body for a second then relaxed. I hurried on for a few more strokes then came inside her. We lay joined for a few seconds. Neither speaking nor moving.

“When are you going to ask me to marry you again?” She suddenly asked.

“Whenever you want me to.”

I lifted her ass cheek and pulled out of her. I lay on my back and she turned to face me laying her head on my shoulder. I felt one of her ass cheeks.

“That’s not very romantic. It’s got to be a surprise.”

“Alright. Will you marry me.”

“Not now, I’m expecting it.”

I ran a finger between the cheeks of her ass. She lifted her head for a kiss. Our lips touched. Gently at first then with increasing pressure. I pushed against hers with my tongue. Her lips parted and it slipped between them.

She pulled her lips from mine.

“What about Howie and Carole?” She lay her head on my shoulder and picking up my prick, closed her fingers around it and started stroking it. “Should we tell her?”

“No.” I grunted. I could feel my balls tightening.

She lifted her head and looked down at me. I could make out the outline of a curly blob in front of me.

“Is this just you men sticking together?”

Her hand kept moving.

“No.” My voice was higher than normal.

My hips started moving and my breaths came in gasps.

I could see her eyes glinting as my body tensed and I came, my come pumping out onto my stomach.

She lifted her hand to her face and sniffed.

“You’re a mucky frog.”

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*Chapter 14. (Paul). *

I awoke on the day before the wedding with a hard on.

I turned over and reached for Jenny.

“Stop it.” She hissed over her shoulder. “You’ll wake Louise.”

Oh yes. Louise.

I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling. Jenny turned to me and lay her head on my shoulder.

“They are very grateful that we have let Louise stay in our spare bedroom.” She said as she ran her fingers through my sparse covering of chest hairs.

I reached behind her and felt one of her ass cheeks.

Louise was coming on in leaps and bounds.

Harve had sent for her Pschyciatrist for the States and she had flown out the following day. She brought her daughter with her.

I had been interviewed both with Louise and on my own. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her about how I helped her talk again. Well, not all of it.

Jenny’s fingers had reached my prick and she closed her hand around it and started stroking. I threw off the sheet to give her room.

“We still haven’t bought a wedding present.” She said, pulling my prick away from my body and studying it closely.

“No. We haven’t.” I agreed, closing my eyes as her hand started moving again.

Turning onto my side to face her I kissed her lips, pushing my tongue between them, fencing with her. I pulled my mouth from hers and, with a hand on her hip, gently pushed her onto her back. I moved across between her thighs and she guided my prick to the entrance of her fanny. I pushed, feeling her lips resist my entry. She reached between us and held them open as I pushed again. She grunted as I entered her then wrapped her arms around my back and gripped my hips with the insides of her thighs.