Pussy and banana | Women's Prison 4 | bdsm stories

Hot and frustrated, Pauline at last stood outside the police station; at least she hoped it was. A stern looking young man in a navy-blue uniform stood outside holding a machine gun across his chest. After the long hours spent walking around trying to find the place not even an intimidating sight such as him was going to deter her from entering.

“Franchaise?” the young man at the reception desk asked in response to her request to see the officer in charge.

“French? No I’m English,” Pauline replied, slightly amused to think that her accent could be taken as being anywhere near French.

The young man motioned with his finger that she should wait and picked up the phone. Pauline sighed heavily and sat down on the hard bench opposite the desk. Her feet were aching and throbbing from her walking and one thing she had learned in her short time here was that nothing moved quickly, the police included. That much was obvious by the fed-up look on the faces of several people waiting in the small area.

About forty minutes later a shoddily dressed man in loose fitting trousers and a creased shirt approached her from a side door that led off the reception area.

“English?” he enquired as though he were bored with life itself and couldn’t really give a shit whether she was or wasn’t.

“Yes,” Pauline answered standing; she offered her hand in formal greeting to be snubbed by his disinterested look and refusal to shake hands.

“I interpret English. What do you want?”

Her hopes dashed, Pauline sat down heavily and sighed. He paused and then sat next to her on the bench, his dark eyes roaming the expanse of thigh as Pauline’s short skirt rode-up when she sat.

“My friend is on the Island of Women and I need to see her.”

He stood instantly.

“Not possible,” he said flatly.

“And why not?” her patience now slipping fast, Pauline’s voice portrayed her irritation.

“No visitors.”

Pauline stood abruptly, her anger rising.

“I need to speak then to the British Consulate,” she threatened, hoping to jar him into action.

He shrugged in a gesture of indifference.

“So talk to them.”

Pauline’s patience snapped. Her face flushed with anger she spat the words venomously.

“You bloody well get a representative here for me and fast!”

He simply stared at her in response, his look one of hatred and anger.

“Do not tell me what to do or you will get to the island and stay there - as a prisoner yourself!”

All faces in the room looked at Pauline, if they didn’t understand the words they certainly understood the anger and dislike between the two.

“Sorry,” Pauline said to calm the situation. “Sorry, I’m tired and not used to the heat.”

The man appreciated her climb-down and he suppressed a smile, his pride intact.

“Wait,” he said and disappeared through the side door.

Pauline sat down again, the watching people resumed their disinterested looks and normality returned to the reception area.

Impatiently Pauline waited, bored and irritated she waited, suspecting that the man was sitting in an office nearby laughing as he made her wait.

She was wrong, a few minutes more and then the door opened, he signalled with a curt wave of his hand for her to follow. They passed two doors in the corridor before he stopped and showed her into a room and closed the door without entering.

“Please, sit,” the man behind the great desk said flatly without getting up.

His fine, well-tailored uniform with gold braid about the collar and his crisp white shirt and neat tie showed that he held some authority. Pauline sat on the chair in the middle of the room that was sat back some six feet from the desk.

“I am the commandant of police and I speak some English.”

His eyes dropped to the hem of Pauline’s short skirt as it pulled up her slim thighs, he made no secret of the fact that he was looking directly up her skirt.

Clutching her hands together on her lap to prevent his seeing further up her skirt, Pauline wondered if the chair had been so placed for that very reason.

“Thank you for seeing me,” she said kindly, adding a look of desperation and hoping that the little-lost-woman act might further her cause. “My friend is on the Island of Women and I need to see her.”

He looked at her face momentarily before his eyes again dropped to search her thighs.

“Impossible,” he said dismissing the suggestion.

“But why?”

Pauline slid forward in her seat, as an involuntary and instinctive reaction she raised her hands in despair.

His eyes instantly found the tight white triangle of her panties that became exposed between her legs as her skirt rode higher up her thighs. She pressed her knees tightly together and clamped her hands back on her lap as she noted his gaze.

He regarded her silently for a moment and Pauline held his stare nervously. At last he sighed, picked-up a pen and sat with his hand poised over a sheet of paper.

“Name?”

Pauline was delighted; she removed her hands to allow him an unhindered view beneath her skirt.

“My name, is Pauline Myers,” she began a smile breaking on her face in delight.

He shook his head in a tired and resigned fashion.

“Jenny - Jennifer Barton,” she added quickly in correction.

“And where can you be contacted Mrs. Myers?”

“Miss - I’m not married.”

Pauline then gave the address of the villa and sat beaming as he wrote down the details.

“I will make enquires and contact you in a few days,” he said without looking up or adding anything further.

Pauline stood and he then looked up, his gaze fixed on the thrust of her breasts as they pushed against the thin blouse. A leering and lustful gaze that made Pauline shiver. He watched her closely as she picked up her bag and walked from the room.

The governor was seething, his anger showed. He sat behind his desk adopting his authoritative attitude that he could turn on or off as it suited him.

“I gave you clear and precise instructions and yet you choose to defy me yet again!”

Jenny stood before the desk in a white lacy bra and pure white panties.

“But I asked you to get my things from the villa! There aren’t any white bikinis in the wardrobes,” she protested, angry at the unjustness of the situation and his unreasonable demands.

“Don’t argue with me!” he shouted back standing, his great hand slamming down loudly on the table.

“Take them off!”

Sniffling and close to tears, Jenny stripped the bra and panties off. No sexual thoughts came to her as she stood naked and trembling, waiting for his punishment that would inevitably follow.

He moved around the desk and gripped her arm, not harshly but firmly. Jenny whimpered as he began tying the soft thick cord around her wrist and knotting it expertly.

“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry,” Jenny sobbed as he pulled her to the centre of the room and laid her back down onto the long coffee table. He tied the other end of the cord to the table-leg.

“Get me my things and I can dress as you want,” she tried to reason.

He ignored her and similarly tied her other wrist to the opposite leg of the table. Expertly and working quickly, he bound her ankles, one to each of the remaining table legs and stood back to inspect his work.

Jenny was bound securely to the table, laid on her back with her legs pulled wide apart, her mons pushed up and prominent. She continued to sob as he undressed.

“I give the time to teach you bitch and you in return will learn quickly. You know nothing and have all before you, listen and learn or you know your fate.”

“Yes governor, sorry,” Jenny whimpered pitifully.

She disguised her hatred for him fearing another beating; her body still ached from the last one.

He was hard, his cock sticking out stiff and taught. He knelt between her open legs and kissed her knee lightly.

A rippling sensation of delight ran up the entire length of her leg to almost reach her pussy, Jenny shuddered at the softness of his act.

“Tease and delight my little bitch. That is the secret of good sex. Treat it as a prized treasure and it will reward you greatly.”

He kissed again lightly just above the knee and again a shard of pleasant sensation shot through her.

Then another kiss feather-soft and tender, a little higher up her thigh.

“Anticipation Jenny is so powerful. The waiting and the uncertainty.”

Another light kiss on the inside of her thigh mid-way between her knee and groin made Jenny gasp.

“Oh God!” she groaned as the realisation of his intentions hit her.

Another kiss touched the soft flesh of her inner thigh close to her pussy.

She tensed and steeled herself for the next kiss.

“No, please don’t,” she pleaded. Not that, please.’

The kissing was pleasant and exciting but the thought of him kissing her there revolted her. Sex should be with your genitals not your mouth, she though.

Jenny sighed with relief as the next kiss landed lightly on her other knee, then a second a little further up her leg. Slow and deliberate, he took his time in kissing her silky soft skin, working up towards her groin.

Jenny felt her excitement growing, her nipples roused and her clitoris began to throb that incessant ache that by now had become so familiar to her. She sighed aloud and found herself willing the next kiss to land on her, guessing the position on her inner thigh where it would land.

Up and up he worked slowly, close to, but never quite touching her labia. Over her mons, kissing her pubic arch and the soft skin beside her labia, alternating on her thigh, first left and then the right.

Jenny moaned softly as she relaxed in the sweet feelings that were coming to her to wash through her body. Her head lay back on the table and she welcomed the exquisite sensations that his soft lips brought to her. Up the length of one leg, on to her mons and down the other leg and then back again, the sensual kissing continued.

“Sweet tantalisation Jenny, a powerful stimulant indeed in the lead-up to sex. Remember this and apply it as you learn the delights I will show you.”

Jenny mumbled her agreement; the wonderful sensations were pounding through her, her clitoris hard and expectant. The rippling pleasure running through her culminated in a throbbing ache deep within her vulva. She found herself wanting him - no, more than wanting - demanding silently and urgently to herself that he should kiss her pussy. The need in her now so very strong, a gnawing desire to be aroused further and to be brought to orgasm. She tensed and gasped as the first light kiss touched the outer lips of her labia. The internal muscles of her pussy gripping to cope with the powerful surge of pleasure tearing through her. The second kiss landed softly on the other side of her labia bringing sensations renewed to the excited Jenny.

A series of quick and light kisses moved over her open pussy, remaining always on the outer lips. Slow and deliberate, he worked expertly to bring her to a high state of arousal. Jenny cried out at the first touch on her hard clitoris. Heaven, pure sweet heavenly sensations that tugged harshly at her slim body.

Again and again he kissed the hard bud and then stopped and paused.

Jenny panted heavily and relaxed, the pounding excitement causing her to moan and groan her pleasure.

“You will learn many things here Jenny. Sweet things that will exceed even those that you are experiencing now.” His voice then changed to a more serious tone.

“Are you ready to come bitch?”

“Yes,” Jenny breathed immediately. “Yes, yes”

His head dipped again and the soft wet tip of his tongue traced a slow line from her knee up along her thigh towards her open pussy.

Jenny tensed and cried out, her mind confused and whirling. No longer kisses but his tongue! She wouldn’t like that, but then again perhaps she would, she didn’t know. It wasn’t what she had expected but it felt so very nice.

Up, all around her mons and pussy and back down the other thigh the light touch of his tongue traced.

“Please,” she murmured softly. “Please.”

Closer and closer the soft tongue came and then dipped quickly into her soft wet inner lips.

“Ahhh!” Jenny cried out and tensed, the terrific sensations coursing through her were beyond description. Again and again he tasted her juices, flicking his tongue in and out of her moist interior. Her hips pushed up to meet his mouth and he buried his tongue deep inside her open pussy.

Hungrily she mouthed her pleasure as the tongue moved inside her, searching each soft fold of her inner pussy.

“Yes, yes!” She moaned as he forced his tongue far up into her soft wet cavern. Her body quivered with rippling contractions as the feelings ran through her. Her head lifted from the table, pushing forward as she strained against her bonds to further urge his tongue into her. Greedily she sought the ultimate pleasure of her climax.

His tongue withdrew and Jenny groaned loudly in desperate disappointment. Her groaning cut short as his mouth closed over her hard clitoris and pinched it lightly between his teeth.

Jenny’s body bucked and thrashed against the ropes, her buttocks lifting and crashing back onto the hard surface of the coffee table. Her face contorted in a grimace of extreme pleasure and ecstasy, her breathing loud and rapid.

Gripping her hard bud between his teeth, he flicked the very tip of his tongue across the top of her clitoris. She cried out and then screamed. A wailing cry of sheer pleasure, her body shook uncontrollably and shuddered before she reached her peak and her orgasm crashed through her.

On and on his tongue worked, biting gently and pulling at the hood of her clitoris as she bucked her body furiously. Throughout her orgasm he pleased her further to drain ever scrap of sensation and bring it to her.

Her body slumped back onto the table; red marks around her wrists bore testament to the power with she had strained against the ropes. Jenny murmured softly as her orgasm subsided, her body shaking with light spasms of after pleasure that ran through her.

“Just the beginning Jenny,” he said standing. His cock wet from his sperm that had jetted out at the height of her pleasure. A satisfying way to come, he thought, as he looked down at the murmuring young girl tied to the table. He smiled as he thought of the many other pleasures she could provide in the coming weeks and months. Slowly at first, he thought, lead her in gently for there would time enough for his real preferences. His smile grew as his thoughts continued.

Lying on her bed Jenny again went over the details in her mind, of the events earlier that day with the governor. Prior to this if any man had even dared suggest licking her pussy she would have thrown a fit.

Since coming here she had taken a cock up her backside, she had played with herself, been caned and spanked; he had come over her face and body and she had been licked to the most blissful orgasm ever.

All of these things new to her and the terrifying part was that she had enjoyed it all. Was it all then so very wrong as her instincts told her they were?

Jenny found a perverse pleasure in being ordered around by him, yet she rebelled against it instinctively, perhaps even encouraged it. It troubled her, the conflict of emotions, the way she seemed to fight against what she enjoyed and brought her pleasure.

The thirst for revenge on him remained within her and that would never alter but at the same time she found herself warming to him despite the way he treated her. If she were honest, she actually looked forward to the internal phone by her bed ringing to summon her to him once again. He certainly knew how to please a woman and she found great pleasure in pleasing him. Why then was this so? When it was she that was the prisoner and wasn’t here through choice? It was her that had been wronged and yet she found pleasure in the situation. She shook her head bemused.

Jenny swung her legs around and sat on the bed. Things had all moved so quickly since she had been

here, it was all so new and confusing. Pain such as she had never known now excited her, dirty and disgusting acts now aroused her almost instantly. His name-calling and dirty talk - just what was happening to her?

A long soak in the bath cures most things and helps to clear the mind; she decided and went to run the hot water into the large tub. Thoughts of the way he had used his tongue on her came flashing back to send ripples of excited arousal through her. Each orgasm she achieved or was helped to achieve just got better and better, she didn’t even begin to understand all of it and stripped ready to bathe. Perhaps she just needed to relax and to accept her new life as it was - for the time being at least.

Jenny lay back in the hot soapy water and closed her eyes. Her time would come; she reassured herself and when it did! A big smile broke across her face as she mentally noted yet another small detail of his preferences to add to her building register of information. One day she would use it all and delight in watching him on the receiving end for once.

With the dark glasses shielding her eyes from the bright sunshine, Pauline sat on the edge of the pool dangling her feet in the cool refreshing water looking out over the bay to the Island of Women. Silly really, she thought no one to see her yet still she refused to go topless and had worn a red bikini instead.

Two days it had been since the commandant or whatever he was called had told her he would make enquires about Jenny, and she had heard nothing since. She cursed him for not even having the decency to phone and then had to admit to herself that she probably wouldn’t understand all of what he said anyway. His English was quite good, but difficult to understand with his thick accent and pronunciation of the words.

Her thoughts turned again to Jenny and she kicked idly at the blue water with her foot, splashing around like a schoolgirl she began to hum aloud. A tune that she remembered from junior school came to her and the words of the silly childish ditty came spilling out loudly into the warm air.

The shadow fell across the water in front of her and she turned suddenly. She groaned loudly with embarrassment as she recognised the commandant.

He stood erect and defensive beside her; the casual clothes that he wore couldn’t disguise his authoritative manner. A serious look set firmly on his face; he watched her squirm with embarrassment.

“Commandant, how nice to see you!” she said quickly trying to divert attention away from her blushing face.

“Would you like a drink, please - sit.”

Pauline indicated the patio table and chairs beneath the wide umbrella with a sweep of her arm and got rapidly to her feet.

He sat and crossed his legs, then removed the sunglasses that he wore.

“A lemonade,” he said coldly.

In the kitchen, Pauline poured two tall glasses of lemonade, desperately trying to think of a way of retrieving the situation. She pulled the bikini bottoms up harshly into her pussy and pulled the side-strings high on her hip. With a glass in each hand she wiggled her hips sensually as she stepped back out onto the terrace.

His eyes followed her swaying hips as she approached him, flicking then to her partially exposed breasts and back to her thighs.

Taking longer than necessary and bending toward him more than she need, Pauline handed him his drink and sat in the chair opposite. She shifted in her seat to get comfortable, conscious of him watching every movement of her body.

“Your friend,” he said at last. “I can confirm that she is indeed a prisoner on the island. I am here to collect her belongings.”

Pauline sighed, at last some news even if it wasn’t good. She strained to listen to his thick accent that corrupted the good English that he spoke.

“She is charged with pros...”Soliciting.”

“What!” Pauline gasped in shocked disbelief and sat forward in her seat.

He continued after a slight pause.

“Where she will remain for the duration of her sentence of two years.”

Stunned, Pauline sat silently trying to absorb what he had said to her.

“You must understand Miss. Myers, that I have used a favour with my friend the prison governor in gaining this information and it must remain between us two.”

Taking advantage of Pauline’s slouched shoulders, he searched the top of her bikini, probing the soft swell of her breasts with his dark eyes as the material parted from her body to give a slight glimpse of the beginning of her nipple.

“But this is ridiculous, Jenny wouldn’t do - couldn’t do such a thing. Why should she? She’s here on holiday,” Pauline stated in defence of her friend.

He slouched back in his seat.

“Hot sun and distant locations make people do and say things they normally would not. Many times I have seen this happen here, your friend is not the only one.”

Pauline struggled to cope with what he had said and reacted angrily.

“Not Jenny! Definitely not Jenny! I must she her. Please. I must see her.”

He sat silently, looking straight down at the deep cleft of her cleavage.

“I could arrange such a visit,” he offered tantalisingly. “But it would be against all the rules. I would put myself at considerable risk by agreeing to such stupidity and so would you Miss. Myers.”

“Pauline,” she corrected urgently. “Call me Pauline.”

Aware of him ogling her breasts Pauline calmed and used his interest in her to her advantage.

“Commandant,” she breathed in a sincere tone, reaching across the table to grasp his hand. “I very much appreciate your efforts and do understand that you have placed yourself in an awkward position by doing so. I must though see Jenny.”

He held her gaze as she stared deep into his eyes. Deep and calculating, you can tell a lot about people by their eyes, she thought.

“We will see,” he said at last and stood up, ducking under the rim of the umbrella and moving to the patio door. “For now, I must collect your friend’s things and be gone.”

Disappointed at her failure to get him to commit himself but content that some progress had at last been made, Pauline joined him to pack Jenny’s belongings in the cases. His attitude had changed now, from a flat refusal to allow her to visit Jenny, to a non-committal and hopeful ‘We’ll see’. That certainly was progress, he was weakening and she determined to help him weaken further.

The shrill ring of the internal phone made Jenny start in surprise. Her heart then thumped and a jolt shot through her vulva at his summoning.

“Hello,” she answered in the sexiest voice she could.

“Use the bright red lipstick and then coat your lips afterwards with the glycerine on the dressing table.

Be on the balcony in five minutes,” his commanding voice said and he hung-up.

Flushed with growing excitement, Jenny did as she had been instructed and was pleased with the result.

Her scarlet lips bright and glowing, glistened sensually with the coating of glycerine. She quickly changed into a tight tee shirt and figure hugging black leggings, small black ankle boots increased her height and she slipped them on speedily and stepped out onto the balcony.

He watched as she approached and sat opposite him at the small table on the balcony. As always he inspected her in silence, his eyes roaming every part of her.

“Your training progresses today,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Jenny felt a surge of excitement ripple through her.

“Take a banana,” he mumbled and pointed to the fruit bowl in the centre of the table.

“I’m not hungry thanks,” Jenny replied sweetly.

His icy glare made her select a banana from the bowl.

“Peel it.”

Jenny shrugged and broke-off the tip, wondering what the hell was so difficult about that.

“Not like that! Sensual and loving, as though you were unzipping your lover’s trousers to get to his cock.

Tease him, make him hard, make him want you so much that his cock aches for you.”

The soft coaxing tone and the words he used had an immediate effect on her. Surges of sweet delight began pumping through her body. That now familiar stirring deep in her vulva made her heart skip a beat.

She trembled as her fingertips delicately pinched the top of the banana and pulled back gently.

“Better. Much better,” he enthused as she pulled the skin down and began on the next segment.

Slowly and lovingly, she imagined a man’s cock that was hard for her body. Wanting and hungry, she used her red painted nails and slim fingers to good effect until the banana was peeled.

“Good, you learn quickly Jenny,” he said glowing at the way she had responded to his teachings. “How many times have you had sex before coming to this island?”

Holding the peeled banana, Jenny shrugged and thought.

“About ten times in all I suppose, I wasn’t with Michael, my boyfriend, very long.”

The casual and unashamed way that she had answered him amazed her. Never one to be so frank on such matters, Jenny felt it most natural now.

“Grip it and hold it. Remember Jenny; it is a man’s cock not a fruit. Circle your delicate fingers around it to excite him.”

Jenny swallowed and followed his instructions. It felt good to close her finger and thumb around the shaft of the banana, she imagined it was the governor’s cock and her clitoris responded by jerking to hardness.

“Dig your finger nails gently into the flesh Jenny,” his thick voice urged. “Good, very good, now rub your thumb across the very tip of the cock.”

Jenny complied with all of his urging’s, she had held Michael’s cock once or twice but had never done those things. The thought of doing it to a real cock excited her greatly.

“Now Jenny,” he said in an excited tone, his voice low and his breathing rapid. “Lightly run the tip of your fingernail up the underside and part those lovely red lips close to the head of his cock.”

A delightful tingling sensation washed over her as she moved her hand and parted her glistening lips sensually.

“You have made me hard, Jenny. My cock is now needing you to do these things to me.”

She bathed in his compliments, driven on by the pounding sexuality of the situation, thinking of his stiff cock and just longing to try it out on him for real. Her soft pink tongue ran over and all around her lips.

“Oh yes!” he gasped.

The tip of her tongue touched the banana and like a hungry woman devouring a cock, she closed her sensual soft lips over the end.

“Worship it Jenny,” he coaxed her leaning forwards. “Treasure it and love it. Take into your mouth with all the love and sexual longing within you.”

Jenny was lost now in the fantasy, down she moved her head feeding the length of the banana in to her mouth.

“Soft and loose on the way down, then grip the shaft with your lips, tight and firm on the way up. Milk him of his seed Jenny, make him come.”

Faster she worked on the fruit, doing as he had said. Excitedly and greedily she worked on the banana with growing passion, in her mind it was a cock, his cock.

“Eyes Jenny, eyes. Look at me whilst you suck. Wide, moon-like and pleading, tinged with a sexual naughtiness.”

She looked up at him, all the sexual feelings inside her transmitted in her look that never moved from his own eyes.

He groaned loudly in response, his face flushed and his excitement so very obvious. The little bitch was a natural; he resisted the temptation to give-in and allow her to suck him.

Hard and stiff, just as she had seen it before, she visualised the cock in her hand and mouth. His cock, with the great bulbous head and thick shaft. She wanted it and needed it so very badly. Then the banana broke in her mouth and she spat it out into a napkin.

“Excellent Jenny, excellent,” he beamed with genuine pleasure. “Marvellous progress. Tomorrow you try it on me.”

Jenny glowed with both pride and excitement. It was one of the nicest of things he had said to her since she had arrived. Disappointed though she was not to be able to see to the growing ache in her clitoris, she was pleased with her work. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough for her, she wished it were now.

He waved her to come and stand next to him. Jenny moved slowly and sensually to stand close to him, her buttocks resting against the railings of the balcony, her hips and mons thrust forward offering herself to him. The tight stretch material of her leggings pulled across her mons to create a tight firm mound between her legs. She panted heavily as she willed him to touch her.

“Should you fail to please me tomorrow Jenny, you know the penalty?”

Jenny nodded and tried to speak, her dry throat prevented that. She cleared her throat and repeated the words in a thick, aroused voice.

“Yes. You will cane me.”

He sat looking straight at her prominent mons; his hand came up to stroke over the taught material

covering her pussy.

Jenny gasped at the contact, shards of electric pleasure shot through her. The relief at the thrilling touch was welcome and wonderful but she needed more.

His voice was low and slow now as he coaxed her further.

“And how do you feel about that, bitch?”

“I’d like that,” she breathed sighing softly and she meant it.

“And what else do you like slut?”

She paused and then said softly. “A man.”

“A man’s what Jenny?”

He moved his hand to cover her mons completely, cupping her tightly covered mound. She had difficulty saying the word, this he knew, he further coaxed with a movement of his fingers on her labia.

“His cock,” she gasped and repeated. “His lovely stiff cock.”

His hand squeezed gently, the thumb pressing onto her hard clitoris. She gasped loudly in pleasure and closed her eyes to savour the wonderful feelings.

“What are you Jenny?” His velvety voice prompted.

“A bitch,” she answered without hesitation.

Before he could speak again she spoke.

“And a slut.”

“Good Jenny, very good. Now you dirty little bitch, go to your room and lie on the bed. Part your legs for me and raise your knees. You know how to please yourself now so do it. I will be here listening Jenny and I want to hear you in your pleasure. Rub yourself through your leggings and make me hear your delightful little screams.”

Mesmerised by his soft coaxing voice and the pounding excitement pumping through her, Jenny walked slowly along the balcony to her room.

The governor laid back in his chair, his cock out of his trousers and held in his right hand. As he heard the first of her gasps he began moving his hand up and down his cock. Again and again she cried-out and his excitement grew, as did the pace of his wanking. The sounds of Jenny’s gasped panting drifted along the balcony to him, his eyes closed and he reached his peak quickly, close to his orgasm, her wild cry of deep pleasure brought him there. He stiffened his body; his legs twitched several times in convulsion and he came. Jets of his warm come spurted out from the eyehole of his cock to fall on his legs and the cool marble of the balcony. Several more screams of pleasure came from Jenny’s room and then all was quiet.

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