The Paul & Jenny Stories

The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14d: Back to Egypt Part 04

Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious.

Chapter 11. (Paul).

I awoke with a hard on. I turned onto my side and looked into Jenny's eyes.

"Good morning," she said, reaching down between our bodies and feeling for my prick.

She pulled my foreskin back and forth a couple of times then, as if satisfied with my hardness, lay on her back with her legs open and guided me on top and into her.

"I wanted to talk to you," she said, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I started to move slowly in and out.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, moving faster.

"These strange feelings and hallucinations you have been getting. When did they start."

"When I met you." I panted.

"Not those," she panted back.

"Oh." I couldn't speak for a second as I reached a peak of pleasure. It passed and I looked down into her eyes.

"Thursday or Friday." It wouldn't be long now. I wondered if I could get second shag out of her.

"I felt something on Friday. That was the day Linda disappeared."

"Umm." I groaned. I didn't want to talk anymore.

My prick was getting bigger and I could feel my balls lifting in their bag.

I shortened and quickened my strokes. She tightened her grip on my body with her arms and legs. Little noises were coming from the back of her throat. I pushed as far inside her as I could and stopped as the first contractions started at the base of my prick. My prick jerked inside her. I started to move again. Savouring the release of coming and the warmth and tightness of her hole. I remained still, lying on top of her with my softening prick still inside her fanny.

I smiled down at her.

"Well?" she asked, shifting beneath me. It felt good. My prick started to respond.

"Fine thanks," I assured her.

"Not that," she lifted her head and kissed me, "well I did mean that but are you going to get off?"

"If you really want me too."

She looked up at me then down to where our pubic mounds were joined.

"It won't take too much out of you?"

"I'm willing to risk it."

My prick had regained enough hardness for me to start working it in and out of her. She closed her eyes and lifted her hips from the bed to meet my thrusts. I could feel the lips of her fanny alternatively squeezing and relaxing about my prick. Her hands moved down my back onto my ass cheeks, which she held. I moved faster. Why couldn't I last longer in the morning? I was enjoying this. She kept squeezing me. I gasped. She ran her fingers up and down my back. I groaned. She lifted her head and kissed my chin. I came.

"I'm sorry," I said, pulling my prick from her fanny and lying on my side next to her.

"What for?" she asked, sleepily.

"You didn't come."

"Oh, I did, you weren't paying attention."

I looked down on her body. Her nipples stood erect on her small firm tits. I traced the outline of the surgeon's scars on her abdomen with my fingertip.

"I keep thinking that if I hadn't had you up the bum that day then that wouldn't have happened to you."

"It would have. The car crash did that not you. It was quite funny in a way. I was leaking olive oil from my bum while the doctor and nurse were examining me. The nurse spoke to me later and said that it was one of the best things to use as it was a natural product and foodstuff so it was nutritious as well as slippery."

"I didn't know you could eat up there."

"Oh yes," she said, stretching. "When my grandmother was in a Nursing home they fed her that way towards the end."

I tried to imagine Jenny on her hands and knees with me cutting up her food and shoving it up her ass. I wonder if she'd let me try it?

"No." She suddenly stood up and walked to the door. "You are not trying it out on me."

"I didn't..."

"I know how your mind works. Come on, we go in an hour."

Chapter 12.

Hudson drove us to Heathrow Airport in his Ford Cortina.

We held hands during take off and until the fasten safety belts light went out. Jenny had the window seat and look out at the wing for two minutes then she tried to get me to help her do the cryptic crossword in the newspaper. Jenny seemed to be able to look at the clues and get most of the answers almost immediately whereas I usually needed to resort to a pen and paper and break the clues down until they made some sort of sense.

The plane was quite crowded so I didn't try to get her to visit the toilets with me. My prick could do with a rest. I'd come three times the day before and twice that morning. We weren't exactly going on holiday as it was. I closed my eyes and thought of Linda. I could still hear Jerez's incantation as I fucked her. The first time I'd had her. I thought back to our camping trip to Ireland a couple of years before when I'd first met here and Jenny and all the others. Linda was the first girl to make me come. The first girl to suck me off. The first girl I'd ever licked both ass and fanny. I looked at Jenny. She was staring out of the window, lost in thought. I thought of the previous summer when on our Nile cruise and I'd entered our cabin to see Linda kneeling between Jenny's open legs licking and fingering her fanny.

"Paul?" I heard Jenny's voice as if from a distance.

I turned my head towards her, there were tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked placing my arm around her back. She lay her head against my shoulder and sniffed. I managed to take my handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her.

"I was just thinking about Linda," I placed my hand on top of hers. "I hope she's all right. You hear such stories of white slave traders."

"I'm sure nothing like that has happened to her."

I didn't feel that confident.

"Maybe she has just been taken ill or something."

"And who beat up Ian?"

"You told me Jerez said it was a group of men. It would need to have been."

"I'm worried about her."

So was I to tell the truth.

"Perhaps Jerez will have more news by the time we get there."

It was the only comfort I could offer. We both fell silent. Neither of us felt like eating when the in-flight catering was brought around. I had some beer, but I didn't enjoy it. Jenny ordered tea, which she left untouched. All the time I had this feeling somebody was watching me.

We landed at Rome where we had an hours stop over. We strolled around the shops in the departure lounge where Jenny bought two small soft toys. For Lee-Anne's children she said. We hadn't seen them yet. I'd written to Michael de Vane and he had arranged a position in his practice for her while she had her children. She was now completing her internship in a local hospital. Michael kept writing to us with updates on the children's progress and he had sent photo's so they wouldn't be total strangers when we met them.

It was dark when we landed at Cairo airport at eight that evening. Jerez and Lee-Anne were waiting for us at the customs desk; Jerez dressed in a white robe with a gold chain belt while Lee-Anne wore a three-quarter length skirt with a silk scarf around her head. We were waved through with only a cursory glance at our passports. There was an official black car and driver waiting at the terminal exit and I sat in the back with Jenny and Lee-Anne while Jerez sat up front with the driver.

Linda and Ian were not mentioned once during the drive out to Jerez's house, well palace I suppose you could call it. Two high wooden gates were opened by two men. They clanged shut behind us. Four other cars were parked on a hard packed area of earth inside the gates.

We followed Jerez through a narrow archway along a slab path by the side of a strip of water with three small fountains. Another archway, then a veranda and into the main building. Despite being past nine in the evening the air had still felt stiflingly hot on the drive from the airport. Here it was cool and fresh and heavy with the perfume of a hundred shrubs. We were invited to sit on one of the low settee's that flanked a long low exquisitely carved table. It looked old. Coffee, fruit squash, fruits and biscuits arrived as if by magic. Jenny and I settled for the fruit squash.

Jerez sat in a large padded chair at one end of the table. His chair was higher than ours and had the effect of making us have to look up to him.

"I appreciate your restraint on the journey here," he began. "These are troubled times and whilst I trust my staff implicitly what they do not know they cannot tell anybody."

He paused for a moment to look around the room.

Jenny took one of my hands in hers and held it tight.

"I have heard rumours for a few months now that some friends of yours from Cyprus and in my country. You know him as Herr Adler I believe. That name will do. A very knowledgeable man on the history and artefacts of this land. Also a very greedy man. He has with him a woman and three men. I have had one of my staff looking for him for a while and three weeks ago he reported that he was in a hotel in Cairo. This man and his friends are wanted for questioning for a number of crimes both in this country and others in the region. I wanted him followed to see what he was up to. They were seen to be associating with members of the sect with hand that trouble with last year. At first I thought it was because they had the last unaccounted necklace from Cyprus and were looking for a good price. Then my agent stopped reporting and they have all disappeared from sight."

"There have been other rumours," he continued. "Some report my predecessor Ahmed as being still alive. I do not see how from what you have told me happened in the old temple. Others say he has a companion. A man who cannot die. Perhaps they are the same person. Abduls body we found days later. He had died of thirst and fear in the caves below the temple. We never found either Hamed's or Ahmed's bodies in the temples. I saw Ahmed thrust his sword into Hamed's body. Nobody could have survived that. And yet there were no bodies. We prevented the re-incarnation of the old God thanks to the act you and Linda performed on the boat."

I could feel Jenny's eyes boring into me. Perhaps I should have mentioned it before.

"I have booked you into a hotel," Jerez said standing up." In the morning we will visit your friend Ian in hospital and see if he has remembered anything."

We were briefly shown into a room where two children lay asleep in cots. The boy had darker colouring than the girl did. Jenny looked from her to me.

"She will be very pretty," she said to the parents.

Lee-Anne smiled weakly.

"The boy will grow strong," Jerez said, you could almost cut the pride in his voice.

Chapter 12 (Jenny).

Lee-Anne picked up the baby girl and held her out to Paul. He took her a little uncertainly. I thought for a moment he was going to drop her. He looked down at her face and she opened her eyes. He smiled. Then he handed her back and we were escorted out to the car. Jerez spoke to the driver and we were driven through the gates for a three-minute drive to a large, European style Hotel. We booked in at the desk and were shown our room. In a corner stood three suitcases.

I looked at one of the labels.

"They're Linda's and Ian's." I said to Paul who was entering the bathroom.

"Why have we got them?" he called through the half-opened door. I could hear the sound of his wee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I was still not comfortable about performing my bodily functions in front of him but he had no shame.

"Don't they think they're coming back?"

"I don't know," I replied, opening a suitcase and changing my blouse. I was sitting on the bed when the toilet flushed and Paul emerged after washing his hands.

"Hungry?" He asked standing before me. I could see the outline of his prick through the material of his trousers.

I couldn't help myself, I reached out and stroked it.

"I don't know what time the restaurant closes," he gasped.

I watched as his prick grew beneath my fingertips.

"Your right," I said, standing up. "We haven't time for this."

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back, onto the bed. With one hand he threw up my skirt and pulled at my panties whilst unzipping himself with the other. I lifted my ass cheeks to help him and spread open the lips of my fanny as he sank forward on top of me. I wasn't quite wet enough and it took three goes to get it in. Finally it was and I wrapped my arms around his back as he started to move in and out. I like a quickie now and again. I knew I wouldn't come but the sensations were nice and he was enjoying it. That was enough. He quickened. I could feel him growing inside me. He groaned and sighed then grunted as he came. I felt him jerking inside me and the warmth of his come invading me.

He kissed me then pulled out and stood up.

"I want to talk to you," I said sitting up and taking a clean pair of panties from my suitcase. "Just what did happen between you and Linda?" (See Cruising up the Nile).

He seemed to swallow hard.

To Be Continued...