The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16e: Spanish Honeymoon Part 5
A Paul & Jenny story
(Copyright 2002 by Paul C)
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I awoke with a hard on. I turned onto my side and slid across the bed to lie close behind Jenny. I reached around and held one of her breasts. She shifted slightly. I could feel her nipple hardening. She sighed gently.
I placed the tip of my prick against the crack between her ass cheeks and pushed gently. They opened slightly and it slipped between them. That felt good. The helmet of my prick was held firmly, but gently between her cheeks. I pulled back slightly then pushed forward again. That was good. I moved again and again. Only an inch or two each time. Feeling my foreskin being pulled back and forth. I slowly massaged her breast, breathing in the warmth and freshness of her hair.
Her ass cheeks were holding me quite firmly enough so I released her breast and held her ass cheek, increasing the pressure against my prick. That was better. I had to quicken slightly. I groaned out loud. It felt so good. I could feel myself building. With a gasp I was there, shooting my load against the outside of her fanny lips and, when I pulled back slightly, her anus.
I pulled away and turned onto my back breathing heavily. I looked at my wristwatch. It had just turned six o'clock. Best not wake Jenny up to clean her fanny and ass. She wouldn't appreciate it.
I slipped out of bed and visited the toilet. I didn't flush it so as not to wake her. The first rays of a new day were beginning to show through the slats of the blinds. I returned to my bed. I felt good. I closed my eyes and smiled.
"Ugh."
I awoke to find Jenny sitting up in the bed. She was looking at the fingers on one of her hands.
"What's the matter." I asked, sitting up by her side.
"I'm all sticky."
"Hmm. What is it?"
She held her fingers to her nose.
"It smells like your stuff."
"You must be leaking."
She looked doubtfully at me then climbed from the bed and walked, stiff-legged, to the bathroom. I lay back. I still felt good. I lifted the bedclothes and looked down at my prick. Soft and shrivelled. I looked at my watch. Eight-fifteen. Full daylight outside.
I could hear Jenny in the shower. Should I join her? No. It had only been two hours since my last come. Best give Mr Willie a rest. I got out of bed and, putting on my towelling bathrobe opened the doors to the balcony and sat in one of the chairs we'd used on our first night. Everything looked clean and bright. I could see down into Malaga bay. I watched the fishing boats pulling in turn at the old quay to deliver their catches. The larger boats with their holds open to allow the buckets to be lowered inside to take their catch from boat to skip to canning factory. The loads from the smaller boats being manhandled in wicker baskets to be taken to the fish market at the gates of the docks.
I decided that I must take Jenny to the fish market one morning.
I looked across to my right. The contessa's villa was still. No it wasn't. A man in black trousers and white shirt was laying out some towels by the edge of the swimming pool. Was I to get a repeat of yesterday? I sat upright in my chair. I heard a movement behind me. Jenny was standing in the doorway drying her hair on a towel dressed in a wrap around skirt and a light blue blouse. I could imagine the white knickers and bra she would be wearing underneath.
"I'm going down stairs to see Maria." She said, looking down at the contessa's villa. "She's going to put some ointment she's bringing in from home on my feet. What are we planning on doing today?"
"I don't mind. Do you want to go out?"
There was movement beside the swimming pool below.
"You decide. I'll be back soon."
I waited until I heard the bedroom door open and close before turning my full attention to the contessa's swimming pool.
I could see Isabella, dressed in a pale green bathrobe standing by the side of the pool. She was looking around her. Once she looked up in my direction and I shrank in my chair. She didn't appear to have seen me for she undid the belt of her bathrobe. It fell open. She started to slip it off her shoulder then stopped. She appeared to be talking to somebody inside the villa. She turned, removed her bathrobe and lay it on one of the sun loungers.
Her ass looked great. Bigger than Jenny's. But the two orbs were higher and rounder. Definitely worth the admission price.
She turned to face me and stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts were also high and round. I couldn't quite make out her nipples; they were lost in the overall colouring of her skin. I don't think I'd ever seen a hairier fanny. Her hairs appeared to start almost at her navel. They looked full and thick. Again she turned her head to speak to somebody.
Another woman appeared. She was also naked. She dropped the bathrobe she was carrying on a sun lounger and the two of them stood side by side by the side of the pool facing me.
The second woman appeared to be a little younger than Izabella was. Her breasts were as high and firm looking. I could just make out her nipples. She has less of a covering on her pubic mound. It still looked thick though. She scratched an itch behind her back then as if under starter's orders they both dived into their water and started swimming towards me. Eight strokes and they were turning. I was hoping for a racing tumbling turn but they didn't, keeping their heads above water at all times. They swam slowly away from me. I could see the movements of their ass cheeks as their legs helped to propel them through the water. They turned and repeated the journey. They stopped for a moment to tread water then the youngest climbed up the metal ladder by the side of the pool. It was hard to say who had the best looking ass. Talking of hard. I looked down to where the head of my prick was sticking out through the front of my robe. I reached down and gave it a stroke.
Isabella was doing the backstroke. Her breasts alternatively lifting clear of the water then dropping back beneath it.
