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The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 01

By: PAUL C



The Paul & Jenny Stories: The First Time

Copyright 1999 by paul. All rights reserved.

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Part One

Steve and myself had known each other since early childhood, having been born within three months of each other in a small West of England village.

We had attended the same schools and joined various youth organisations at the same time.

Steve was by far the more outgoing and adventurous of us. He was always very popular with the girls, a number of whom would let him touch them on the upper deck of the Bus home from school in the evenings.

On a number of occasions, when the girl was sufficiently aroused not to care who was watching, he would lift her skirt and show me his fingers entering and leaving her vagina. Now and again he'd let me take his place with my fingers.

This summer we had gone to Northern Ireland for two weeks for our Summer Camp with the Venture Scouts.

Late one afternoon, after playing soccer, I had gone to the shower block and was in the middle of my shower when Steve entered. He asked to use my soap and I told him to help himself it was in the soap dish. His hand came through the side of the shower curtain feeling for the soap dish and touched me on the back. His fingers seemed to linger then were quickly removed with a muttered sorry.

He entered the cubicle next to mine and showered.

He came out as I finished drying and stood naked behind me. His towel had fallen to the floor and was wet so he asked if he could use mine, which whilst damp, was dryer than his. I had wrapped it around my waist and was going to slip my underpants on underneath it when he said don't be silly we were all boys together and that I hadn't got anything he hadn't already seen in the showers at school. He reached for the towel and removed it from around my waist.

I felt a little uncertain. He told me to turn around and looked at me. I looked down and saw that he was beginning to get hard. I had never seen anybody with an erection before and I couldn't take my eyes from it.

He began stroking himself, asking me if I had ever done it with anybody. I said no.

He quickened his strokes and came, partly on me and partly on the floor.

At that point we both became embarrassed, I used my sports shirt to wipe his come from my stomach and leg and quickly dressed and left. 

Part Two

Later that evening as I was getting ready for bed he entered the tent we shared and said how sorry he was for what had happened in the shower black. He told me he had never done that in front of anybody before, not even one of his girl friends. He said that he would do it to me if I liked. I said I'd think about it.

I had never thought of having sex with a member of my own sex before.

We slept side by side, six to a tent. I slept furthest from the tent entrance with Steve next to me.

That night as I lay in my sleeping bag I didn't know what to do.

The decision was taken from my hands about half an hour after lights out.

I lay on my side facing the outer wall of the tent when I felt a tug at my sleeping bag. I heard rather than felt the zipper being undone. A hand touched my hip and pulled me gently but insistently onto my back. The tent was in darkness but in the gloom I could just make out Steve's face. It looked serious but determined. He put his face close to mine and whispered that I should relax, everything was going to be all right.

He began unbuttoning my pyjama top. Running his hand over my chest, feeling me as I had watched him do to girls. His hand reached the cord of my pyjama bottoms and undid the knot. He pushed my pyjama bottoms and I instinctively lifted my bottom to help him.

His hand came up the inside of my thigh, rubbing gently in circles.

His hand reached my prick. He closed his fist around it and began to slowly move his hand up and down. My buttock muscles began to contract and relax in time with his strokes. I felt my breaths becoming shorter and faster. I tried to make him increase the speed of his strokes by thrusting my hips faster. He picked up on my tempo and then exceeded it as with a gasp I came. My come shooting over my ribs and belly.

Steve caught my wrist and guided my hand into his sleeping bag to his prick. It was rock hard. I touched it with fingertips and thumb stroking it once, then twice. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. But it didn't feel right and 

I released it and I turned back onto my side away from him.

My feelings were so confused. Pleasure from what he had done to me, revulsion at the feel of his prick in my hand, the feeling that I had let my best friend down.

I heard Steve grunt behind me and then turn away.

Part Three

I had fallen asleep eventually only to be woken by the feeling of a hand on my bottom, kneading and massaging. It felt good. I felt Steve move his body closer to mine. His hand lifted my bum cheek and I felt his prick rubbing against my Anus. Gently at first, up and down, I relaxed enjoying sensations I had never dreamed about before. The rubbing stopped and I felt his prick pushing against my hole. The pain as his prick opened my hole was so intense that I pulled away, clenching my buttocks.

Steve whispered into ear. Sorry about that, you're too dry. 

I heard him rustling in a bag. I heard him pop the top off a jar. Being good Scouts we all carried a small jar of Vaseline for minor scrapes. Again his hands moved to my bottom. He whispered that I should bend my knees and lift my legs apart. I felt my bum checks open and my hole become exposed. 

Steve began to apply the Vaseline to my hole, rubbing against it, and as he used more his finger entered me. My ring automatically contracted to try to prevent his entry but he was insistent and this time after a short stab of pain he got inside. 

He removed his finger, applied more Vaseline to it, and reinserted it inside me. 

This time my hole seemed to draw him in. Me moved his finger around inside of me, pushing against the sides of my tube. Again he removed it, applied more Vaseline, and re-entered me. This time he began to fuck my hole with his finger, working it in and out, gradually increasing the pace.

He stopped. He removed his finger and I could feel him moving his body behind me. For the second time in my life I felt a prick against my hole. He began to push. Briefly my Anus tried to contract but I had been to well lubricated and with a single stub of pain he entered me completely. The pain was quickly replaced with w feeling of warmth as he fucked me. Slowly at first then with an crease in tempo until with a final thrust I felt he jerk three, four, five times inside me. We lay joined together. His hand moved around to my prick. It was soft. He cupped my balls, gently squeezing them, then moved back to my prick. He began stroking me and as I became hard he began to thrust against me again. I could feel his prick swelling inside me as his thrusts became more urgent. He moved his hand to my hip to pull me in time with him. He came. His orgasm lasted longer this time and after he finished he pulled himself from me. Again I felt his hand on my hip as he pulled me onto my back. His hand felt my prick and balls. Closing my prick with his hand he slowly wanked me until I came.

With a gentle pat on my subsiding prick he said goodnight and turned over to sleep leaving me again a mixture of feelings and thoughts and in the morning when I went to the Toilet a very sore Ass. 

Part 4: The Next Day

This occurred back in the 1960's, when Gay sex was still a taboo subject for most in Great Britain and, whilst many experimented with it, it was seldom discussed. 

The previous day I had had a brief encounter with my best friend Steve in the shower block after a Soccer match whilst on a Venture Scout holiday in Northern Ireland. Later that evening he wanked me and fucked me. The next morning, after a painful visit to the toilet block, my story continues.

We avoided eye contact for most of Breakfast. But my attempts to ease the discomfort I felt from my Anus by continuously shifting my weight from one buttock to another whilst clenching and relaxing my ring was the cause of some comment from others at our table.

As we were leaving to return to our tents to prepare for the day's activities he caught me eye and smiled. In our tent we were changing into swimming trunks for a walk to the beach and swim. 

Steve sat on his sleeping bag next to me and watched whilst 

I removed my shorts and underpants. 

Leaning across he whispered " Are you sore."

"What do you think." I replied.

"Lean on your stomach and I'll put some 

Vaseline on your hole, that'll ease the pain."

He said

"You're not fucking me again." I hissed.

"Wait a minute till the others leave."

The others were leaving the tent when one turned and asked if we were coming.

"Be there in a minute." I replied.

Steve said he wasn't going, as he was duty cook that day.

Left alone, Steve turned to me and told me to lie on my stomach. When I had done this he began to run his hands up the insides of my thighs, easing my legs apart.At the top he gently ran his finger backwards and forwards on the soft skin between my ass and my balls. With one hand he spread my buttocks, exposing my anus, against which he placed his finger. I squirmed in discomfort.

"Sorry" He said, "You are sore."

He reached behind him and produced the jar of Vaseline he used the night before.

He put his finger into the jar and removed some of the contents. With the fingers of one hand he again spread my cheeks and gently applied the Vaseline to my hole.

Whilst there was some discomfort it was nothing like the last time he touched me. 

He applied more Vaseline, his finger probing at my hole and slowly entering me. Instinctively I pushed backwards to meet his finger. Each movement allowing his finger further entry. All pain had gone by this time and I was in Seventh heaven.

Twenty-four hours before the thought of having sex with another man let alone my best friend had never occurred to me. Now here I was being fingered again, after a night of being fingered, fucked and wanked.

He removed his finger and turned me on to my back. 

He applied some Vaseline to the helmet of my prick.

He closed his hand around me and slowly began to stroke up and down. 

I took a deep breath.

His hand began to pick up speed. His other hand he places on my forehead, rushing away some hair that had fallen across my eyes. Each time my hips began to move he slowed then stopped the movement of his hand until I settled and then slowly began stroking me again.

Finally as my hips began to move again he increased the speed of his hand until, with a gasp, I came. My come splattered my lower ribs and stomach. Steve looked down at me. With his right index finger he collected some of my come. Lifting my T-shirt he rubbed it around my left nipple. Collecting some more he repeated this with my other nipple. Collecting my come for a third time he put his finger against my lips, rubbing gently. I kept my mouth tightly closed and tried to turn my head but his hand on my forehead kept me still.

He moved his hand across my ribs, collecting the last remnants of my come. Involuntarily I licked my lips, tasting the salt of my sperm. His fingers again pushed at my lips, this time I allowed them entry. In moved two fingers in and out of my mouth until he was satisfied they were clean of come.

Moving towards the door he said, "You had better be off to the beach, I'll see you tonight."

Part 5: The following night

It's the 1960's. In the space of 24 hours I've gone from being a shy heterosexual teenager to having been twice fingered, twice fucked and three times wanked by my best friend Steve whilst on a Venture Scouts camp in Northern Ireland from our home in the South West of England. Prior to my heading off for a day at the beach I'd been fingered by Steve on the pretense of easing the soreness I was feeling around my Anus after his invasion of my body the night before. I cannot complain really, after all he did make me come, although I was not too happy about him picking up my come and putting it in my mouth. 

I'd spent the day at the beach about one mile from our campsite, returning for lunch. I didn't get to see Steve alone at that time as he was the duty coke for the day and he was busy serving lunch, clearing up and preparing the evening meal. I did however notice as we were leaving to return to the beach that he was sitting and talking to one of the senior Girl Guides from the next campsite. 

I suddenly felt incredible jealous. I don't know why. I'd never meet the girl before and I knew I wasn't gay despite what had happened. I didn't get to see Steve again until after the evening meal, when as the Sun went down we were all seated around the campfire singing songs and telling stories. About ten o'clock it was time for lights out and we all returned to our tents and prepared to get into our sleeping bags. 

I noticed that Steve slipped into his still wearing his trainer's shorts and T-shirt. He beckoned to me.

"Don't get undressed, we are going to slip out later." He whispered.

As already mentioned we shared our tent with four others. Our two being the furthest from the entrance. When the lights were extinguished and the others were dropping off to sleep Steve moved his body close to mine. I held my breath in anticipation hoping he would touch me. However all he did was tell me to undo the peg in the middle of the panel at the bottom of the tent. This I did and by unzipping our sleeping bags we could roll out under this panel to the outside. 

" Follow me," Steve whispered.

He led the way to the kitchen tent. Turning to me when inside he said.

"I'm meeting Shirley, the Guides duty cook today, and I need you to keep a lookout for us."

"Oh, alright." I said

We lit a small lantern with a box of matches kept in a tin for the cook behind the Serving tables, which we turned down low. We sat in silence for a few minutes, then heard the sound of light footsteps, followed by the tent flap being lifted and Shirley entering the tent.

" Hello Shirley," said Steve, "He's going to keep an eye out for us. Don't worry, he won't tell anybody. He's my best friend." 

I felt a warm glow at this remark and excusing my self I slipped out of the tent and crouched on the dampening grass outside. I soon felt cold and huddled closer to the tent wall. 

The door flap had not been secured and it opened slightly. I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help myself. I looked inside.

Steve and Shirley were lying on top of one of the long serving tables. Shirley's blouse was unbuttoned and Steve's hands were inside it reaching behind her back feeling for her Bra clasp. At last it came undone and Steve pulled back to lift the Bra cups to expose her breasts. Even from where I was I could see their firmness, the way the nipples stood proud. Taking one breast in his right hand Steve lowered his lips to her nipple, gently kissing, then licking, and then sucking until Shirley gave a little sigh and began to move her pelvis against him. Whilst continuing to suck on her nipple Steve's hand moved to the top of Shirley's shorts, undoing the button and unzipping the fly.

In the light of the lantern I could make out her panties. Steve's hand lifted the front of her panties and he looked at her pubic hairs. His hand disappeared inside her panties and between her, by now wide-open, legs. I imagined his fingers inside her as his hand pumped backwards and forwards. Shirley lifted her bottom, gyrating her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. She moaned, groaned and then cried out as her body stiffened and her legs clamped together tightly around Steve's hand. Steve moved his hand to the small of her back to pull her shorts and panties off. 

"Have you something to wear?" Shirley asked.

"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to get any." Steve said.

"We'll, I'm not going any further. I'm not on the pill."

Steve muttered something I didn't quite catch to which Shirley replied "No."

He took her breast in his hand and again spoke quietly to her. 

Shirley said, "Alright, but you mustn't tell anybody." 

Shirley moved down the table until she was knelling between Steve's legs. She undid his shorts pulling them and his underpants to his knees. His closed her fingers around his prick and slowly began to move her hand up and down. Steve's prick was getting harder and harder. Shirley began to quicken the pace. Then she stopped. Lowering her head she pushed out her tongue and gently allowed her saliva to dribble on to the end of Steve's prick. With a glance up to Steve's face Shirley lowered her head again but this time not stopping until the tip of his prick was between her lips. Her head lifted up and down, each time a little more of Steve's prick disappearing into her mouth. Her hand grasped the base of his prick and moved in time with her mouth.

"I'm coming," Steve gasped.

Shirley moved her mouth away from his prick before his first come arrived. It sprayed into the air on to his belly and pubic hairs. Shirley continued to move her hand until he stopped coming. Taking a paper tissue from the pocket of her shorts she wiped her fingers and hand and offered it to Steve to clean up himself. As he took it she climbed down from the table and did up her shorts. 

Steve did up his trousers and climbed down. Taking Shirley in his arms they kissed. They whispered quietly to each other. Then Shirley turned to leave. 

Stopping by me she said. "I hope you didn't look."

"Of course not," I stammered, embarrassed.

Then she was gone. I entered the tent. Steve looked at me and said.

"Did you get a good view?"

"Don't bother saying you didn't. I can tell by your hard on."

He walked up to me and undid the top button on my shorts, unzipped them and pushed them to the ground. Kneeling, he pulled down my underpants until they joined my shorts around my ankles. He cupped my balls with one hand and began to stroke my prick with the other. Looking down I saw him wet his lips with his tongue. Then he guided my prick into his mouth. Again it was a sensation like no other I had felt before. My hips began to move to meet his lips. In out. in out. The tempo increasing. I felt his tongue pressing against the underside of my prick. His lips tightening around me. My hands gripped his shoulders, one moving to the back of his head. 

"I'm there." I almost shouted. Holding tightly to his shoulders and head. 

My prick went soft and fell from his mouth. As he rose he helped me pull up my shorts and underpants. 

"We'd better get back." He said. 

Turning off the lantern we returned to our tent. 

Part 6

(Or another day comes)

The following morning I was awakened by a hand at the waistband of my shorts, searching for the button. It was still dark in the tent but I could tell by the luminous dial of my wristwatch that we had about half an hour before reveille. Having found the button to my shorts Steve undid them, unzipped me and began pulling at my shorts and underpants.

I turned onto my back and lifted my bottom allowing him to pull them down to my knees. 

"Turn back onto your side." Steve whispered.

"You can't do anything now, people will be waking up and will notice." I hissed back.

"We'll be alright if you don't make a noise." That said, Steve put his hand under my hip and began lifting me away from him. I resisted at first. 

"Come on, it won't take long."

I was suddenly fed up.

"Alright, get on with it then." I snapped.

I turned onto my side and pulled up my knees, parting my legs as I did so. Why was I letting him do this to me?

I heard the top coming off the Vaseline and felt Steve moving close behind me.


The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 01



"You know you like it." He whispered in my ear. 

He was right of course, I did. But what I didn't like was the feeling that for me this was wrong.

I felt him spread my cheeks apart and apply some Vaseline to my hole. His finger started probing my opening, pushing to gain entrance. I felt my anal ring relax and his finger enter me. Gently and slowly at first, then increasing in speed and force. It began to hurt.

"Stop it," I hissed, "it hurts."

He mumbled something about my being a baby and removed his finger.

He applied another application of Vaseline and placed the head of his prick against my by now throbbing hole.

He pushed. I automatically tightened my ring.

"Come on, let me in." There was urgency in his voice I hadn't heard before. 

He pushed again at my hole, this time forcing his way into me. This time it hurt. I couldn't relax. My ring tried to grip his prick to prevent his further entry and I closed my legs. Nothing would stop him. He kept pounding away at me. Grabbing my buttocks he forced them apart. He quickened his pace further. 

He whispered in my ear. " God, you're tight." 

With a final rush he came. Jerking inside me.

He lay back breathing heavily. 

I could hear the others in the tent beginning to stir and the voice of our Scoutmaster as he made his way around the tents waking the occupants.

I turned onto my back and looked at Steve who still lay on his side facing me.

"Are you alright." He said in a concerned tone.

I looked at him. 

"I never want to do that again." I said.

"You'll feel better later." He sat up. " Let's go and have a shower."

Grabbing his washing gear and towel he climbed over the lads yet to get out of their sleeping bags and let the tent.

I lay on my back waiting for the throbbing of my Anus to subside.

I pulled up my shorts and underpants inside my sleeping bag. Picked up my washing and shaving kit and made my way to the shower block.

In the block there were too many people for us to talk. 

As I waited for my turn to shower I could feel the pressure building in my lower bowel and knew I was going to have to visit the toilet cubicles. 

The toilets were situated at the other end of our block, backing on to them were the shower and toilet blocks used by the girls.

As I was about to enter the toilets I noticed two of our lads looking through what appeared to be a hole in the wooden wall of the girl's shower.

"Come on you two, leave them in peace." I called to them.

My call must have alerted the girls in the shower block as two suddenly appeared at the doorway.

Seeing them the two Boys ran around the corner of the block towards our tents.

One of the Girls in a soft flannelette bathrobe approached me.

"Thank you for that," she said, "most of the you lads would have joined in watching."

"You're right, normally I would have, I just don't feel in the mood today."

"You do look down. Look were having a Barbecue tonight, come and join us, then you can tell me what's bothering you."

"I don't think so." I said.

"Look, I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll meet you here at seven."

With that before I could reply she had returned to he shower block.

"I don't know you name." I called after her.

"Jenny." Came a voice from inside the block.

I heard a voice from behind me.

"What's this. Have you got yourself a date?" It was Steve.

"What if I had."

I was still angry at the way he'd taken me that morning. 

"I've got to go for a crap." I said and hurried into the toilet block.

I entered a cubicle and, pulling down my shorts and underpants, sat down.

The seat was cold against my skin and I shivered involuntarily.

I heard somebody enter the next cubicle, a noise and suddenly Steve's head appeared over the dividing wall.

"Lean forward and let me see." He said.

"Go away." I retorted.

"Go on, there's nobody else here."

"I leaned forward, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Pull your cheeks apart" he said.

"I'm sore," I complained.

"It'll make it easier for you." He insisted.

I leaned forward, reaching behind me to pull my cheeks apart, exposing my Anus to him. 

"That's better." He said.

By now the pressure in my bowels was building up and despite the clenching of my ring I went. First a single movement, solid in texture, about four or five inches in length, forcing my hole too open to allow it passage. The pain made me gasp. A few seconds respite and this was followed as series of smaller movements, each one opening and closing my hole with a further stab of pain. At last it had finished and I lent, exhausted, against the side of the cubicle. 

Suddenly Steve climbed over the top of the partition and dropped to the ground in front of me.

He immediately undid his shorts and pushed them down with his underpants to his knees.

Taking his nearly erect prick in his hand he stroked it a couple of times before presenting it to my lips.

I tried to turn my head away but he caught it between his hands. He increased the pressure at my lips until I relaxed my jaw and allowed him entry.

He slowly moved backwards and forwards, holding my head in a vice like grip. 

"Press your tongue against it," he gasped.

I did as I was told, hoping he would soon finish.

Suddenly I felt his prick swelling in my mouth and his come hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed.

A second, third and forth gush filled my mouth as he continued moving in and out. Finally, his prick subsided and he withdrew. 

"You're better than Shirley," he said 

"Come on, let's get to breakfast, I feel really hungry this morning." 

Turning he opened the door, looked quickly outside and left. Leaving me with shorts and underpants around my ankles, a still throbbing anus and come running down my cheeks.

Part 7

Shortly before seven that evening I made my way towards the Bath and toilet blocks.

As I approached Jenny and another girl whom she introduced as Linda met me.

After chatting for a few minutes they led the way to their part of the camp field, in the centre of which a medium sized bonfire was burning and about thirty people were gathered around an old oil drum which had been cut in half length ways to use to hold the charcoal for the barbeque. 

Some blankets had been laid on the ground so we sat on one. Linda asked if I would like a drink. She offered cola, lemonade or cider.

With my request for cider she left to get the drinks and I turned and looked at Jenny.

I hadn't really had a good look at her in the morning so I suppose I must have stared.

"Like what you see"? She asked.

She wasn't what you would call beautiful. Light Brown hair. A rather thin, stern face. Thin lips. Medium build with noticeable without being enormous breasts. 

"Sorry". I said.

She smiled. Her face seemed to light up.

Linda returned with our drinks, cola for the girls.

Linda had auburn hair and I would say was a couple of stones heavier than Jenny. Her face was round and she always seemed to be smiling.

The food was beginning to be served so we joined the queue.

Burgers, hotdogs, onions and tomato ketchup in finger rolls.

As we finished eating somebody produced a transistor radio and started playing pop music. 

Jenny said, "come on, let's dance".

Taking me by the hand she helped pull me to my feet and led the way to where some of the others had already started dancing.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve and Shirley the woods that surrounded three sides of the campsite. 

Jenny stopped and turned and began to dance. Like most boys of my age I didn't have much of a clue about how to dance so I just tried to follow her movements. For the next two hours I don't think I left the Dancing area. There being more girls than boys there was always somebody who wanted to dance. Eventually, as the Sun set behind the trees, the slower tunes began and my current partner left to be replaced by Jenny.

"Why did she go"? I asked.

"They all know I brought you tonight", she said, putting her arms around my neck.

I placed my arms around her waist and we began moving in time to the music. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face towards her. Our lips touch for a few seconds then she pulled away, looked into my eyes, then placed her cheek against mine.

Encouraged by this I allowed my hand to slip down her back towards her backside. Her reached behind, catching my wrist and lifting my hand. 

"Naughty boy". She said

It was getting dark. The party was packing up. 

"Come on girls", the Scoutmistress called, "I want you all in bed in fifteen minutes".

"So do we" came a voice, it was Steve.

"Don't be rude". The Scoutmaster this time.

I walked with Jenny back to her tent.

At the flap she turned to face me. She reached and pulled me towards me again. Again we kissed. This time I tried to force my tongue between her lips. She turned her head. My erection was pressing against her. She pulled back.

"I think that's enough for you for one night".

"Can I see you tomorrow". I stammered.

"All right, but only if you promise to behave".

A quick peck on my cheek and she turned and entered her tent.

I still had an erection as I walked back to my tent. 

I heard a voice behind me. 

"She doesn't go all the way. She's still a Virgin." It was Linda.

"Won't you get into trouble still being out".

"Not tonight. It's my job to make sure all the others are safely tucked up".

"What about your Scoutmistress".

"She'll be too busy with your Leader to care to much about us".

"Her and Skip. Never!" I exclaimed.

"If you don't believe me come on".

I followed her to a large tent set away from the line of girl's tents.

Motioning me to crouch low we crept to the flap of the tent.

From inside I could hear the sounds of low voices and giggles.

Linda knelt before the flap gently pulling the two flaps apart. Pointing to the flap above her head she motioned to me to do the same.

I stood over her and pulled the flaps open enough to see inside.

A small bottled gas heater hissed in the corner casting a reddish glow inside the tent. A sleeping bag was laid out on the floor. Jane, the Scoutmistress was kneeling naked between Skip's legs. Backside raised, head bobbing up and down. She stopped for a moment and I thought she must have sensed our presence. She tossed her hair back and moved up over Skip's body, kneeling either side of his waist. Reaching between her legs with one hand she held his prick and with the other opened her fanny lips. I saw her slowly rub the end of his prick along the length of her hole before slowly impaling herself upon it.

She lent forward to kiss him and I could she his prick entering and leaving her cunt as she moved her hips up and down. My own prick, by this time, was rock hard and I began to rub it gently against the back of Linda's head. She moved her hand back as if she going to swat it away but stopped when her fingers came into contact with it. She began to gently rub me through my shorts. All the time my eyes were on Jane inside the tent as she lent back to ensure maximum penetration. Linda's hand unzipped my shorts and pulled out my prick. Closing her hand around it she began wanking me in time with the couple in the tent. Jane cried out as she came. Skip slipped out from under her and knelt behind her pushing her head towards the floor. I saw him pull her ass cheeks apart and with one thrust he entered her cunt. His tempo increased as Jane began to make little crying noises. 

My own prick jumped in Linda's hand spraying come over the tent flap, her hair and her shoulder. I stepped back from the tent. Linda rising with me. 

"Come on", she whispered.

Taking my hand she took me to the girls toilet block. After a quick look inside to make sure the coast was clear she took me into a cubicle, closing and locking he door.

"Fuck me", she gasped.

" I don't .........". I stammered. 

"Don't tell me you're a virgin as well, well your not getting away without doing something".

Saying this she pushed me to the toilet seat. Standing back she removed her tights and panties.

Approaching me she placed one leg either side of me and rubbed her pubic hairs over my nose and face. She tilted her hips until my lips were in contact with her cunt lips. 

"Lick me. Put your tongue up me". 

I may not be the quickest on the uptake but I didn't need any further encouragement.

With my hand I pushed her hairs away from her opening. With my tongue I began licking and probing. I had seen and touched a clitoris before and found hers with my lips. Sucking gently I pulled it from its cover and then began flicking tongue quickly over it.

Her hands reached behind my head as she tried to pull me further into her. I reached behind her with my hands. Taking her ass cheeks in either hand I began squeezing and pulling. As they parted I slipped the fingers of my right hand between them. Feeling for and finding her anus. I pushed my index finger against it, feeling it beginning to open as with a shudder and gasp she came.

Linda stepped back and looked at me.

"For a Virgin you certainly know what to do. You had better get back before you're missed".

Saying that she put on her shorts and panties and left. I quickly followed, slipping through the back flap of my tent into my sleeping bag. Steve was already in his and no sooner had I settled then I felt his hand trying to gain entrance to my bag.

"No", I hissed. "Leave me alone".

Drawing my bag tightly around my head I turned my back on him. 

Jenny's face seemed to appear before me. I imagined her naked on her back with her legs wide open waiting to receive me. How wet and warm it would be inside her. 

I smiled and closed my eyes. 

Chapter 2. 

As I undressed on top of my sleeping bag in the light by the light of my torch I thought of all that had happened that day. 

Meeting Paul for the first time that morning. What a lovely boy. I had seen him before but didn't have the nerve to go up and speak to him and anyway it was the boy's job to make the first move. It had been so sweet of him to chase those other boys who had been looking at us shower away. Not many of the boy's would have done that. 

I slipped off my panties and sat for a second naked. 

Realisation suddenly hit me. What was I doing? Undressing in front of two lesbians, showing them all I had. 

I looked around. 

Jo and Carole had zipped their sleeping bags together and were both watching me. 

I slipped naked into my sleeping bag, shivering against the cold of the material. 

"You are welcome to join us." Jo said lifting back the top of her sleeping bag exposing both her and Carole's breasts. 

I couldn't help but look. Carole was so beautiful. Statuesque with high firm boobs. The nipples were standing erect. I could make out the furious rubbing of a hand between her legs. Whether her or Jo's I couldn't tell. I switched off my torch. 

"No thanks." I said pulling the sleeping bag tight under my chin. 

"You don't know what you're missing." Jo said. "Doe's she? Carole." 

Carole moaned. 

As my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness I Jo moving inside their sleeping bags forming a humped lump between where I imagined Carole's legs to be. The levels of Carole's groans and moans increased. 

The sleeping bag had slipped down her body and I could see her breasts, which Jo had poked one hand out from inside the sleeping bags to feel. I saw Carole bend her knees, pulling them to her chest with a hand behind each thigh. Jo pushed the sleeping bags from them both and knelt, with her bottom up in the air, lapping at and fingering Carole's vagina. 

With a final muted cry Carole came, sobbing in her pleasure. 

Jo lay by her side as Carole straightened her legs. 

There were five of us in the tent. Shirley, Linda and me on one side, 'the normal side', as they called it, and Carole and Jo on the opposite side. Our feet almost touched in the middle when we were in our sleeping bags. The space where a sixth person would have slept we used to store our rucksacks and lay out clothes. 

Jo kept her hand between Carole's legs, finger gently probing. Carole's legs opened wider. Jo helped her bend a leg and placed it over her own hip. 

Even in the darkness of the tent I could make out Carole's vagina. The lips pulled apart by the spreading of her thighs. Her breathing was quickening and deepening. I saw Jo place a fingertip against where I knew hers clitoris had to be and begin to rub in a circular motion. Carole caught her breath then moaned. 

"Yes. Yes." She whispered, breathlessly. 

Jo increased the pace. Lowering her lips to a nipple, sucking and licking. Carole almost threw herself away from Jo with the force of her orgasm. 

I turned on my side away from them. 

The tent flap opened and in crawled Linda and Shirley. They both switched on their torches. 

"Give it up you two." Shirley said. "Not in front of the Virgin." 

"Give me your torch, Jenny." Shirley continued. "I need more light to brush Linda's hair." 

They both had hair that reached down to the middle of their backs and had been brushing each other's hair each night before going to sleep. We all had small torches but you needed more one to light up an area thoroughly. 

I poked an arm out of the top of my sleeping bag and switched on my torch. 

I could see Carole's breasts on the other side of the tent. Whether Jo had arranged the sleeping bags for us to do so I couldn't be sure. I found them fascinating. I could tell that they were rubbing each others fanny's inside the sleeping bag. Carole's nipples were growing, hardening. 

Shirley picked up a hair-brush and started on Linda's hair. 

"What on earth have you got in your hair." 

I could see Linda turning bright red by the light of the torches. 

"I'll do my own hair tonight, thanks." She said turning away but not before Shirley had felt her hair with her fingers. 

"This smells like man come." She said, holding her fingers under her nose. "Here, Jenny, I bet you have never smelt this before." 

She placed her fingers against my lips and nose. An earthy smell, sour but then not. I automatically licked my lips, salty, but not unpleasant. I could feel myself becoming wet, the familiar itch that needed a scratch around my hole. 

Linda had picked up a towel and was rubbing her hair vigorously. 

"Hey that's my towel." I said. 

She threw it at me. 

"Have it back then." She said. 

I caught it with two hands, my sleeping bag falling open, exposing my breasts. All four girls were looking at them. 

I quickly rolled onto my side away from them holding the towel to my chest. The torches were extinguished. Muttered, embarrassed, goodnights. 

I flay there in the darkness with the smell of man come filling my nostrils. I wondered to whom it belonged. I imagined it to be Paul's. I'd heard the other's discussing sex with boys. It seemed so physical, almost brutal. Not like it would be when I did it for the first time. The setting would be magical. The boy would be handsome. He would be so gentle with me. We would join together in a glow of ecstasy. The itch between my legs was crying out or attention. I turned onto my back and opened my legs as wide as the sleeping bag would allow. My fingers spread a path through my pubic hairs to top of my slit. I rubbed gently on the hood that covered my love button. I could feel it swelling. My moisture levels were increasing with each touch. Placing the tip of my finger to the side of my button I began rubbing faster. I closed my eyes. I could see Paul's face. He was smiling. My buttocks clenched raising me from the ground. A sound escaped my lips. Then another. I was there. It felt as if every cell in my body was tingling. 

"I think we need to get somebody to pop your cherry." Linda said, her mouth inches from my ear. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 01



Part 8: Rape and other things

I was awoken as dawn was breaking the following morning. Steve had got his hand into my sleeping bag and was probing my hole with his Vaseline covered finger. I lay on my side enjoying the sensation, more asleep than awake. Suddenly I heard low voices behind me and Steve's finger froze inside me. 

Turning my head I could make out Steve and leaning over him, Tommy, who slept next to him.

"Open the sleeping bag and let me see what your doing" Tommy commanded Steve in hushed tones. 

"You know what will happen if you do not do as I say."

Steve opened my sleeping bag exposing my ass with his finger still inside me. Tommy had always been a bully. Born a month later than me he had always been bigger than us through every stage of our development. He had chosen to sleep in the middle of our tent, next to Steve, as it was the warmest spot.

"Go on, ram it in," he urged Steve.

Steve began moving his finger in and out of me, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.

"Come on, faster."

"Wait," he whispered, as the sound of Skips voice rousing the camp could be heard from outside.

Steve removed his finger and we both made to get out of our sleeping bags.

"Both of you can stay where you are." Tommy said. "If you don't do exactly as I say I'll tell Skip what I've seen you doing. You know what that will mean. You'll be kicked out of the Troop and put on the first ferry back to England. 

That's if the Police don't press charges."

Whilst gay sex was legal in Great Britain at this time, it was only between consenting adults over the age of twenty-one and we all had two or three years to go before we reached that age.

I realised now what they must have been talking about earlier.

The remaining occupants of our tent got up and headed for the showers, toilets and breakfast. 

When they had left, Tommy knelt in the middle of the tent.

"Go to the flap and keep watch," he told Steve. "You come here and get on your hands and knees," he said to me.

I looked at Steve.

"You had better do as he says, you know he'll tell otherwise."

I got onto my hands and knees in front of Tommy. I felt him moving behind me, pulling my ass cheeks apart, his prick rubbing against my hole. His hands were on my hips as with a single lunge he entered me. Despite my clenching my hole he was in me. I almost screamed with pain. My head and shoulders collapsed to the floor. He kept holding me, pulling me to him.

"Tom, please stop." I pleaded.

"You queer boys like it up the ass." He replied, continuing to thrust into me.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. It felt as if my ass was being torn apart. I wasn't as well lubricated as on other occasions and certainly wasn't relaxed.

With a final thrust, more painful than any of the previous, he came, jerking inside me.

Pushing my ass cheeks apart he pulled himself from me. 

He adjusted his clothing and without a look at me crawled to the tent flap.

"You're lucky I don't have more time or I'd do the same to you." He said looking at Steve. "I might tonight."

He left. Steve came across and helped me to sit up.

"Ah." I moaned.

Reaching behind I put my finger to my hole. It came away covered in Vaseline, come and a smear of blood.

"Are you alright." Steve sounded really concerned.

"Just let me lie down." I was breathing heavily and felt flushed.

Steve had just finished helping me into my sleeping bag when the flap lifted and Skip poked his head into the tent.

"I didn't see you two at breakfast, is anything wrong? " He asked.

"Paul's not feeling well." Steve replied. "I think he's got a cold or something."

Coming to my end of the tent Skip placed his hand on my forehead.

"You do feel a bit warm." He said. "Better stay in here this morning and we'll have another look at you after lunch."

He turned to Steve. "Go and get your breakfast, do you want anything bringing back, Paul."

I shifted uncomfortably. "Just a drink."

"Right. Stay in your bag and try to rest"

Steve returned fifteen minutes later with tea and toast.

"Look on the bright side. You've got the day off."

"That really hurt."

"I'm sorry I got you into this."

"Well I hope he does it to you tonight."

"He wont. I'll go and speak to him. He's in the same position we're in. Skips seen what you are like this morning and if Tommy speaks out then he's got some explaining to do himself. So I am going to be pretty safe."

"Oh, go away and leave me alone." I said turning painfully onto my side away from him.

I heard him leave. Turning back I ate my toast and drank my tea. Lying back, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I must have slept for a couple of hours when I was awoken by the sound of somebody entering the tent. It was Jenny.

She crawled over the other sleeping bags to my side and sat crossed leg before me.

"I heard you weren't feeling well so I thought I'd come and keep you company."

"I feel much better thanks." I said and I did. My ass hole still let me know it was there but apart from that I felt fine.

"I'm duty cook today and I've got a spare hour before lunch."

I looked at her.

"Lie down with me." I said.

"Alright, but I'm not getting into the sleeping bag with you."

"I'm not going to try anything." I promised.

I stretched out my arm and she lay down on Steve's sleeping bag with her head upon it. 

With my other hand I began to unzip my sleeping bag and push it down when I suddenly remembered I was naked from the waist down.

Jenny looked down at me.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

"I just remembered I'm not wearing anything under here." I replied.

"Thanks for stopping, Linda told me she told you I was still a Virgin. I hope you don't mind, there aren't many of us left." 

"Of course not." I said. Her closeness and the subject we were talking about were beginning to make my prick harden.

"I thought you seemed like a nice quiet boy when I met you yesterday." She continued. "I enjoyed last night at the Barbecue, thanks for coming." 

"A pleasure." I said. "What would you like to do tonight?"

"Will you be alright by then?" She asked.

"I'm alright now." I replied.

She snuggled closer.

I pulled her head closer to mine and kissed her. I probed her lips with my tongue. She resisted at first then opened he mouth to allow me entry.

We kissed long and slow, our tongues meeting, touching, and rubbing. I caught her tongue with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. We pulled away. I looked into her eyes. With my left hand I threw back my sleeping bag, exposing my erect prick.

Instinctively she looked at it.

"I've never....." She began.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."

Taking her right wrist with my left hand I guided her hand towards my prick. I felt her tense and pull back.

"Don't worry. Everything will be alright." I whispered encouragingly.

This time her fingers touched my prick. I guided them down its length, to my balls and back again. I removed my hand leaving hers in contact with my prick. Hesitantly at first she ran her fingertips along its length as I had done. As she gained in confidence she picked it up and held it between fingertips and thumb and began slowly stroking up and down.

"Hold it tighter and go faster." I whispered.

She changed her grip. Enclosing it with more of her hand. Her pace began to quicken.

"I'm frightened of hurting you." She said looking at my face.

"Don't worry I'll tell you if you do. You're doing fine."

My breathing was becoming heavier.

I pushed my right hand down her back to the top of her shorts. Seeking an entrance. The waistband stretched slightly and my hand slipped inside my index finger probing between her ass cheeks.

Before I could do anything else I felt my orgasm approach.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." I cried out as my come shot into the air landing on her wrist and hand.

She pulled her hand away.

I kissed her.

"Thank you, that was great." I said.

"Do you think you should remove your hand?" She smiled down at me.

"Can I leave it there for a bit?" I asked.

"Mmm." She snuggled back to me.

We lay quietly for a while. I needed to get my breath back.

I slowly and gently began to move my finger between the cheeks of her ass searching gently for her anus.

"That feels nice." She breathed in my ear.

"I would never do anything that would hurt you." I whispered back.

My finger found her anus. She gave a short intake of breath and lifted her head.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you."

I continued to gently rub her hole. I could sense her uncertainty.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you ." I repeated.

I removed my hand from her backside and gently pushed her onto her back.

She gave a little snort. It sounded like disappointment.

I leaned over her and kissed her. My tongue entering her mouth. Flicking this way and that, searching for hers.

With my left hand I cupped her breast. I felt her tense. Whispering words of encouragement I squeezed and relaxed my grip. I pulled her T-shirt gently from the waistband of her shorts. I ran my hand my hand underneath it, over her stomach and ribs until I reached her bra covered breasts. My right hand found the clasp behind her back and I undid it. I lifted her Bra and T-shirt up at the front under her chin.

I looked down at her tits. They weren't big but they were nice. I lowered my lips to her nipple and gently sucked. She arched her back. My hand slipped back down over her ribs and stomach to the waistband of her shorts. They buttoned own the front. Gently I undid each one whilst still sucking on her nipple. Her panties were small, hardly covering her pubic hairs. I slipped my hand inside them. Massaging her pubic mound.

"No, don't." Her fingers gripped my hand like a steel vice.

"I won't hurt you."

"I said no!"

"I'm sorry. I'm just not ready yet. I don't know you well enough." She stuttered through her reasons.

Turning away, buttoning her shorts she crawled towards the entrance. She turned to look at me. There were tears in her eyes.

"I'm very sorry, Paul." 

She left.

Part 9: A Little Later

Jenny had left in tears.

I looked down at my prick and balls. They were splattered with come. My pubic hairs sticking together. I ran my hand through them to loosen them.

"What have you done to Jenny".

It was Linda.

"Nothing. It was what we didn't do". I said, hurriedly covering myself with my sleeping bag.

"Look at the state of you". She said crawling towards me. "You need looking after alright".

When she reached me she lay on her side next to me. She took the edge of my sleeping bag and uncovered me. I covered my prick and balls with my hand.

"Don't be shy. I've seen it before". Taking my hands she lifted them away. "It doesn't seem quite as big as it did last night".

Sitting up she took a paper tissue from her pocket and began to wipe me.

"You're a mucky pup". She smiled at me.

Finishing she tossed the tissue at me. 

"Get rid of this". She said.

I poked it out under the bottom of the tent.

She gently cupped my balls and stroked my prick.

As it grew she lay down with her head on my stomach. When it was fully hard she guided it into her mouth. Licking the tip to moisten it.

She tightened her lips around the tip as she continued pumping with her hand. I placed my left hand on the back of her head and with my right felt first her ass and then her tits. I pulled her T-shirt from her shorts. Lifting it up at the back I undid her Bra and pushed the straps forward freeing her tits. Still sucking and wanking me with her free hand she undid her shorts and began pushing them down.

At that moment I felt my orgasm building and placing my hands on the back of her head I pushed it in time with the thrusts of my hips. I felt her lift her head as if to speak when I came. Keeping the pressure on her head I forced my spurting prick back into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing. I released her head and lay back. 

Linda turned to face me, come dribbling from her lips.

"You will just have to learn more self control". She pulled off her shorts and knickers.

"Keep still, this won't hurt". She said. 

She knelt above me. One knee either side of my head. 

"Nice and gently now" as she lowered her cunt to my mouth.

She rubbed herself across my face. She reached down and pulled her lips apart, engulfing my nose, which she began to ride as I had seen Jane ride Skip's prick the night before. I poked out my tongue and touched the area between her two holes. Keeping my tongue in contact with her skin she slid forward until it touched her anus.

She exhaled with a grunt.

"Oh, that's good, don't stop". I heard her say as if from a distance.

She began squirming. Her fanny and ass all over my face. Then with a moan and a shudder she pushed herself down hard upon my face. So hard I thought I'd loose my head inside her.

"Oh no, what are you doing". 

It was Jenny. 

My First Time

Part 10: The end by any other name

Linda sat back on my chest almost crushing the breath from me.

"I suppose we had better go and find her, the silly girl". She said.

We both dressed, she quickly me more slowly as the pain in my anus returned.

"I've got to go to the loo". There was urgency in my voice.

"Okay, she'll have gone back to the cookhouse tent, I'll meet you there". With a quick crawl to the tent flap she was gone.

I followed more slowly. My body stiff, my ass sore.

My visit to the toilet block was the worst so far that week. I lent against the cubicle wall at the finish, trying to catch my breath when I heard Linda's voice.

"Paul are you in there?"

"Yes, is anything wrong" a silly question.

"Jenny has gone off into the woods somewhere. You go and find her while I put the lunch on. She's down by the bridge over the stream, I think ".

It didn't occur to me at that time to ask how she knew where Jenny was.

I completed the paperwork, gingerly dabbing at my throbbing anus. Then walked into the woods to where a shallow but fast moving stream had been bridged by previous Venture Scouts, one of the tasks during our camp being to keep this bridge in good repair. Indeed, I had worked on it myself earlier in the week.

Sitting with her back to a tree I saw the dejected looking figure of Jenny.

She stood up as I approached.

She had been crying.

"How could you?" I could see her eyes brim full of tears.

I did the only thing I could think to do and that was to put my arms around her and hold her close.

She shuddered gently, then remained still in my arms. 

"I'm sorry" I whispered in her ear "I didn't mean to do anything".

"I know that", she said, "Linda told me that she took advantage of you. I blame 

myself. If I hadn't been such a baby and left as I did it wouldn't have happened".

Linda obviously hadn't told her about the night before.

I nuzzled her hair, my lips coming into contact with her ear. I gently licked it. She took a sharp intake of breath and held me tight.

"I know I'm eighteen and still a Virgin but that was no reason why I should still act like a child".

"So am I". I mumbled into her hair. "I've never done it either".

She pulled back and looked me in the eye.

"I thought you were more experienced, I didn't want to become just another easy conquest".

"Oh, you're not easy". I said with feeling. I could feel my prick hardening, pressing into her belly.

She began to move her hips gently pushing her pubic mound against me. 

She threw back her head. I saw a look on her face I hadn't seen before on any girl.

She took my right hand and placed it on her left breast. I gently squeezed it.

She held her breath. Then released it with a sigh.

I placed my right hand on the small of her back and kissed her. This time her lips opened without hesitation, her tongue seeking mine.

I put both of my hands on her ass cheeks. Feeling and pulling.

I moved my hands along the waistband of her shorts to the front. Moving back I looked into her eyes as I unbuttoned them. Dropping to my knees I pulled her shorts and panties to her ankles lifting first one, then the other foot out of them.

I kissed the inside of her thighs moving towards the top of her legs. My hands returned to her backside. I ran one finger down between her cheeks as my mouth reached her pubic hair. She gasped as my tongue found her clitoris whilst one finger found her anus and my hand felt for the lips of her fanny.

One finger entered her cunt, bringing more gasps. She opened her legs wider and pushed towards me with her hands behind my head. Her legs shook as she came, her eyes closed. I placed my hand upon her hips and pulled her gently to the ground. 

She lay on her back, legs spread, and knees bent.

I returned my mouth to her fanny, sucking on the outer lips and exploring inside her hole with my tongue. She arched her back and gave a stifled cry.

Reaching down I quickly undid my shorts and pushed them down with my underpants. Moving up over her body I lay with my hips touching hers and my prick nudging the entrance to her hole. I looked into her eyes and saw a mixture of fear and love.

I looked down at her and smiled. Then I kissed her whilst pushing at her hole with my prick. I felt myself enterher then the muscles of her cunt grip me.

I remained still for a few seconds. Feeling her muscles begin to relax I pushed again penetrating a little further. I pulled back to the entrance and pushed again with as much force as I could. This time, despite the contracting of her cunt, I was in. I felt pain from my prick as my foreskin was pulled back further than it had ever been before. 

I began to move in and out, slowly as her tube felt dry and did not allow free passage. After a few thrusts her tube began to produce more ubrication. I looked down at her. She held her bottom lip between her teeth.

I stopped moving.

"Are you alright?" I enquired.

She released her lip and smiled. I kissed her.

I began moving again. This time slipping in and out easily as her lubrication increased.

I quickened the pace. Her cunt squeezing and relaxing. With a final thrust deep within her I came. Her tube gripping my prick as she called softly.

"I love you".

I pulled from her kneeling on my heels between her wide-open legs.

We both looked at my prick, glistening with her juices and blood.

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"Not as much as I thought it would" she replied.

I looked down between her legs. Her lips were open and I could see part way inside her at a mixture of her blood and my come. A small trickle of this mixture left her and I watched fascinated as it ran slowly down towards her anus. Our eyes met and we both smiled again.

"We had better get back". She said.

Reluctantly tearing my eyes from her I dressed, and, taking her hand walked back to camp.

We spent an hour in the afternoon back by the bridge. Sitting together, sometimes kissing, sometimes I would feel her breasts or rub her fanny through her shorts. There was no urgency. Neither of us felt we had to go any further. Later that evening Jenny joined me at our campfire where we joined in the telling of stories and singing of songs. I walked her to her tent, holding her hand. We held each other tight and kissed goodnight.

Back in my own tent as I was getting ready for bed Tommy approached. 

"If you touch me I'll bury a hand axe in your head whilst you sleep".

I felt and sounded so confident that I believed I would have carried out my threat. Sensing this perhaps, Tommy backed away.

Later, after lights out I lay on my back reflecting on the day. As I listened to the sound of Tommy buggering Steve I thought.

"Life doesn't get much better than this".




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 01



- The End -

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Paul and Jenny return in 'Paul and Jenny's Story.'



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 02



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 02: Paul & Jenny's Story

Copyright 1999 by paul. All rights reserved. All events and charters are fictitious.

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Part 1

The day before, Jenny and I had become lovers. We had both been virgins up to that point, although I had had a brief flirtation with Gay sex and some masturbation and oral sex with Jenny's best friend Linda.

My best friend Steve had introduced me to the painful delights of anal sex, together with cock sucking and wanking. A further complication in my life at this time was our local bully, Tommy. Who had watched Steve and I in our sleeping bags at night and was demanding sex as the price of his silence. He fucked me once, brutally. Last night, after I had threatened to put a hand axe into his head if he touched me again, he fucked Steve. 

The story continues.

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I awoke next morning to the sound of muted voices next to me. In the half-light I could see Tommy's hand trying to gain entrance to Steve's sleeping bag, which was stretched tightly across Steve's chest, held down by his arms. 

"Get off. Leave me alone," Steve was saying.

"I sat up suddenly fed up with the whole situation."

"Leave him alone, Tommy" I said, not making any attempt to keep my voice low. "He doesn't want you to fuck him." I could hear others in the tent stirring.

"Shut up" Tommy hissed "they'll hear."

"Hear what?" came a voice from the other end of the tent. It was Len, very quiet, but somebody you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.

"It's alright, Len." Tommy replied. "We're just messing about."

"Leave them alone," there was a note of threat in Len's voice.

"Sure thing Len."

Tommy, like most bullies, was uncertain of himself when faced with somebody who stood up to him.

I could hear voices outside. Skip was making his rounds calling us to breakfast.

Not wishing to tempt any kind of providence that morning, I leapt from my sleeping bag, off with pyjamas, on with shorts, T-shirt and trainers I was first to the showers and toilets.

There were seventeen of us, including our leader Skip. Sharing the campsite with us were some twenty senior Girlguides with their leader Jane.

Our ablution blocks were situated next to each other as were our mess tents.

Since the Barbeque a few nights earlier both troops had began to mingle at meal times. Sharing the same tables if not food from the same source.

I collected a plate of Bacon and fried Eggs from the duty cook, I took them, together with a cup of Tea to a table in a corner of the tent and sat down. The tent began to fill with people and noise. I sat engrossed in my meal until I sensed somebody standing behind me. Turning around I saw Jenny, my Jenny. We smiled, she sat beside me, our naked legs touching beneath the table. I turned to wish her good-morning when she kissed me. A gentle, friendly, non-committal, sort of kiss at first which began to develop into something more passionate. She pulled away just as my hands reached her body.

"You taste of tomato sauce." She said licking her lips.

She was having cereal and fruit juice. She began to eat. I watched her for a few seconds then let my hand slip under the table onto her inner thigh. 

"Oh Paul. Not here." She complained but did not remove my hand.

Linda and two other girls sat opposite with their meals.

All four girls eating and chatting at once, although Jenny became quieter the closer my hand got to her fanny.

I ran my hand up the inside of her shorts until I touched the elastic of her knickers.

She took a deep breath and slid her backside forward on the bench, opening her legs. I rubbed my fingers across the front of her knickers, feeling the outline of her fanny lips. I pushed part of the dampening material inside her. She wriggled on the bench.

I ran my fingers along her now sharply defined crack until I reached where I thought her clitoris to be. A sharp intake of breath indicated I had found the spot so I began to rub around it.

Jenny covered her mouth with one hand as her legs closed tightly on my fingers. 

She suddenly went red in the face. 

"Are you alright?" asked Linda with a smile. The other girls giggled.

Jenny swallowed then cleared her throat.

"Never better" she gave a sigh. I sat there with a stupid grin on my face.

Paul and Jenny's story

Part Two: A walk on the wild side

We spent the remainder of the day preparing for our expedition. Packing supplies into our rucksacks. Marking maps with routes, working out compass bearings.

We were taking part in an award scheme for young people named after the Queen's Husband, The Duke of Edinburgh. Part of the award's criteria was to complete an Expedition covering approximately fifty miles over rugged terrain over three to four days with three nights under canvas. Being totally self sufficient for this period.

Other parts of the award consisted of completing some kind of community service. Over the winter months we had spent one evening a week at a local residential Home for the elderly. Generally helping out or just being somebody to talk to. While we were away the girls were to run a short camp for deprived children of the area using the permanently sited tents we normally slept in.

We were spilt into pairs and given two-man tents to share. I had hoped to be paired with Steve and was very disappointed when Skip called out Tommy's name with mine, partnering Steve with Len.

Skip had noticed a certain amount of friction between Tommy and myself and had decided that four days and three nights alone in the wilds should allow us to settle our differences.

The expedition took the form of a series of walks from recognised camping area to camping area over a seventy square mile area. We were given different routes for each day finishing at a different site each evening with our all meeting up at a Youth hostel mid-day on the forth day for a hot meal and transport back to the campsite.

For safety sake we had been given grind references where we could expect to meet with other groups at certain where we could check on each other's condition. Emergency telephone numbers, a list of grid references of the locations of phones and a small supply of pennies to make calls with.

Our preparations completed, we had an early evening meal and were advised by Skip to be in bed early as it was going to be a very busy few days.

I went in search of Jenny.

She was just returning from the local town with supplies. Jane, who had been driving the minibus, leapt down from behind the steering wheel.

They started to unload and I helped.

"We seem to be one box missing, " said Jane.

" You put one aside as we were packing them in the minimarket." Jenny said.

"Oh yes, so I did " she looked annoyed. "It's everything for breakfast; I put it on one side so we wouldn't have to unpack everything tonight. She continued. 

"Skip and I have been invited to the local Area Commissioner for Scouts house for dinner. He's picking us up in fifteen minutes so I don't have time to go back. I don't suppose either of you drive?"

I told her I had passed my test twelve months previously and had driven a minibus before.

"Be a dear and pick it up, Jenny will go with you and show you the shop. It's open till seven tonight so you will have plenty of time.

She gave me the keys and I drove off the campsite following Jenny's directions.

We chatted on the way. She telling me how she'd spent her day me telling her of my disappointment at being paired with Tommy.

"But why? You've known him all your life. I thought he was a friend of yours."

"He's changed a bit over the last few days."

"Tell me what's wrong," She almost pleaded.

"Don't worry I'll sort it out." After the previous night I'd thought I had.

I changed the subject.

Changing gear into top as we entered a long straight stretch of road I let my hand drift onto her thigh.

She placed her hands on top of it. I moved my hand towards the top of her leg. 

Her hands still covered mine.

"Keep your eyes on the road," she ordered.

Her hands left mine and I could hear her adjusting her clothing.

I turned my head.

"Don't look," I turned my head away.

She took my hand and placed it inside her knickers onto her pubic mound.

A quick glance showed me that she unbuttoned her shorts and with one hand held them and her knickers away from her fanny.

I caught the slightly fishy smell of woman.

I pushed my index finger through her pubic hairs, along her crack, then back up to her clitoris. I had just begun to get her breathing heavily when we reached the end of the straight and I needed my hand for changing gear and steering.

"Oh no," she said with feeling, but her breathing didn't slow and looking across 

I saw she'd replaced my fingers with her own. There was a lay-by ahead so I pulled in and watched her furiously rubbing herself. Her breathing became faster and more erratic. Sometimes she would hold her breath. She made little grunting sounds from the back of her throat. With a sigh, she came.

She leant back in the seat breathing deeply.

"I never thought I'd ever let anybody see me do that." She kept her head turned away.

"It was wonderful." I said. Putting my arm around her I pulled her towards me and kissed her.

The lay by was empty. Occasionally vehicles passed us on their way into the town. A fence and bushes separated us from the traffic heading in the opposite direction.

"Let's get into the back," I said.

"The shops just around the corner let's pick up the shopping first.

I drove the short way to the shop, parking outside. It was still open. Whilst Jenny was talking to one of the staff I wondered around until I came to the home medicine section. On the bottom shelf, almost hidden, I found a box of condoms. 

Checking the money I had on me I picked up a packet of five and went to the checkout.

I handed them over to the middle-aged lady behind the counter, keeping my eyes lowered. As I was paying for them Jenny appeared by my side.

"What's that you're buying?" she asked brightly.

Looking down at the small box her face went first white then red. Turning on her heel she almost ran from the shop carrying the box of groceries with her.

When I got back to the minibus I found her sitting on the front seat holding her head in her hands, the groceries on the bench seat next to her.

"I was so embarrassed." She said. "I didn't realise what you were buying."

"Don't worry." I said. "Nobody bothers about things like this anymore."

Looking up we saw the three members of staff and two customers staring at us through the glass at the front of the shop.

Jenny gave a little scream and buried her head in her hands again.

"Let's leave."

I needed no further bidding. Switching on the engine, I put the minibus into gear and drove swiftly away.

I quickly drove away from the town along the side of the loch towards the woods on the slopes of the mountains and our campsite. After about five miles I spotted a turning up into the trees, part of a Forestry Commission plantation. Jenny looked at me and smiled. I put my hand on her thigh for a few seconds.

A dirt track appeared on the left and I turned onto it. After a hundred yards it opened on a clearing where stood what appeared to be a small abandoned saw mill. 

I pulled up the minibus by the side of an old hut. Switching off the engine I turned to Jenny a placed my arm around her. She lent across the divide between our seats. We kissed. Gently at first, then with more urgency, our tongues intertwining.

She pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Do you think we're safe?" She asked.

"It doesn't look as if anybody else has been here in months." I replied looking around the site. "Let's get into the back."

Jenny looked at me for a few seconds, then, turning in her seat; she began climbing into the back. I put my hand onto her bum cheek. She stopped, turned to me and smiled.

I followed her into the back.

In the back of the minibus were two bench seats along each side underneath which were stashed unused equipment. 

There was some rope, spare map cases, a couple of spare sleeping bags and a first aid kit in a small haversack with a red cross in a white square painted on the front.

Taking the sleeping bags I unrolled them onto the floor, one on top of the other.

We both lay down, Jenny on her back, me on my side.

We kissed, my hands lifting her T-shirt then fumbling for the catch of her Bra.

"Let me do that." She sat up and removed her T-shirt and Bra, then unbuttoning her shorts she pulled them off together with her knickers. She lay back and for the first time I saw my Jenny naked.

I studied her. From her brown hair, her rather thin face, her small, round, firm breasts with the nipples already erect. Her stomach was flat to her navel then rose to her pubic mound with it's covering of short, soft, curling, hair.

I moved down her body. Opening her legs I knelt between them.

Her hairs were thickest at the top of her vagina, covering her clitoris. 

Thinning over the soft fleshy outer lips of her labia. The inner lips of which I could see protruding and opening like the petals of a flower.

Bending my lips to her I took first one and then the other lip into my mouth, sucking gently.

Leaning back on my heels I looked between her legs again. Her lips were open, glistening with her juices and my saliva. I placed my index finger between them, gently probing and rubbing, slowly entering her as far as it would go. Pulling back to her entrance I placed my first finger alongside my index and pushed the both into her. I began to slowly pump them in and out. Looking up I saw Jenny's head on one side, her eyelids half closed, a far away expression on her face.

She turned and looked at me. She smiled, her arms reached out to me. I removed my fingers and leant forward, her arms closing around me. We kissed.

She gently pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs.

She caught hold of the bottom of my T-shirt and pushed it up, over my ribs. 

Undoing my shorts, she pulled them down' with my underpants, to below my knees.

My prick lay hard against my abdomen. Enclosing it with her hand she began to slowly stroke it up and down.

My breathing became harder. She looked at me then licking her lips she lowered her mouth to the tip of my prick. Her head began to move up and down but her lips remained closed as if she was fighting herself. It was all that I could do to stop myself from grabbing her head with my hands and forcing myself into her mouth.

Eventually after what seemed like an age her lips relaxed and prick slid between them. She began moving her lips whilst continuing to move her hand up and down. Almost immediately I came shooting my sperm into the back of her throat. 

She coughed and spluttered my come spilling from her mouth, over my prick and balls.

She crawled to my side and I held her.

"Sorry," I said, "I couldn't help myself."

"It's alright. I knew one day I'd do that but I just wasn't prepared for it." She smiled. "I never realised the force it came out with."

"Do you mind the taste?" I asked.

"Nothing like I thought it would be." She smiled "I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it. You took me by surprise."

"I've been told before I have to learn to control myself."

"Yes, I know, by Linda."

"Do you girls tell each other everything?"

"Almost."

I used my underpants to clean myself up and then we lay on our backs side by side.

After a few minutes Jenny asked, "Where's that packet you bought in the shop?"

I took it out of the pocket of my shorts and we both looked at it.

"Have you ever put one on before?" she asked

"No, I haven't," I replied.

I opened the packet and looking inside saw a small leaflet. 'Instructions for use' was written on the top.

We read them together. Jenny looked down at my prick; it was soft and shrivelled. 

"We'd better do something about that first." She said.

She picked up my prick and began stroking it to hardness.

"Take one out." She nodded at the packet. I removed a condom and opened it. It was slippery to the touch. She reached out and took it from me. Placing it over the end she squeezed the tip with the first finger and thumb of one hand and unrolled it down the length of my prick with the other.

Still holding my prick she lay backwards onto the sleeping bags and guided me between her legs.

She rubbed my prick up and down her fanny then bending her knees she placed her heels on my buttocks, pressing me into her.

I felt the initial resistance of her entrance and then I was in. Two thrusts and I was fully in, her tube gripping the length of my prick. I slowly moved in and out, remembering that a little over twenty-four hours before she had been a Virgin. I looked down into her eyes; she smiled as if she was guarding a secret. Placing her feet on the floor as she began lifting her hips to meet me. Her hand went behind my head, pulling my lips to hers.

I lifted my head and began to pant. Increasing the speed of my thrusts. Jenny gave a squeak and her thighs tightened around my hips, then relaxed as I continued moving in and out. Her breathing became more labouredas she called my name. I was moving in and out as fast as I could. My grunts mingling with her moans and then I was there. I shot load after load into her. Finally slowing, using her fanny lips to milk myself of any last remaining sperm.

I withdrew and rolled onto my side next to her, exhausted.

It was a few minutes before I had recovered enough to speak.

"I think we had better go home." 

Chapter two

It was getting dark as we pulled into the campsite. I parked and locked the minibus and carried the box of groceries through the girls mess tent and into the storage area at the back. We were both hungry, having missed the evening meal, so Jenny lit one of the gas rings, took a large frying pan, placed a small knob of cooking fat in it and proceeded to fry us some eggs which we ate between slices of bread smeared with tomato sauce.

As we were eating Steve and Shirley entered the tent.

"Did we just see you drive up in the minibus." He asked.

"Yes, I replied."

"Lend us the keys."

"Not if your going to drive off site." I said.

"We not going to drive anywhere. It's just that those sleeping bags in the back look a lot more comfortable than the woods."

"Go on, let them" said Jenny, so I handed over the keys.

Steve and Shirley left.

Jenny and I continued to eat our sandwiches. Sitting side by side, naked legs touching, occasionally touching each other and stealing tomato sauce flavoured kisses.

Finishing our meal we doused the lantern and left to walk to Jenny's tent.

Passing close to the minibus we could hear the sound of a girls giggles and a man's 'come on'.

I pulled Jenny towards the minibus. She stood still, resisting.

"We'll just have a peak, you never know, we might learn something."

"Alright, just for a second, but I don't like it."

We got to the back widows of the minibus and peered in, keeping our heads low. 

Steve lay on his back, head towards the back doors, T-shirt around his chest, naked from the waist down. Shirley knelt between his legs, head bobbing up and down, his prick in her mouth.

She moved up, astride his waist and slowly impaled herself upon his prick.

I stood close behind Jenny, hands around her waist. She took my hands, guiding them to her breasts and pushing her backside back against my stiffening prick. Shirley was riding up and down upon Steve, her full breasts held in his hands. I reached down to Jenny's shorts, undid them and pulled them down, together with her Knickers, exposing her ass.

I hurriedly unzipped my shorts and slipped my pricked between the top of her legs, rubbing it along the length of her fanny.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 02



She closed her legs around my prick as I began moving backwards and forwards. Shirley had thrown back her head in orgasm and collapsed forward onto Steve's chest. Moving from underneath her. Her positioned her on hands and Knees and started to shag her from behind.

"We must try that one day." Jenny whispered huskily.

I said nothing, moving my right hand from her breast to her fanny, searching for her clitoris.

I rubbed her in time with the thrusting of my prick. She came tightening the grip of her thighs even more, bringing me off, my come shooting between her legs, splattering her fanny lips, sticking to her pubic hairs.

I breathed into her ear.

"That was great."

Meanwhile, Steve pulled his prick form Shirley's hole, coming over her ass cheeks.

I help Jenny pull up her shorts and knickers and we quietly left. 

Part 3

The following morning we were up early and, after a quick breakfast, during which I sat hand in hand with Jenny, trying to feed myself one handed, we loaded our equipment onto a bus.

Jenny and I slipped behind the mess tent and embraced.

Whispering meaningless words in each other's ears.

I was all for pretending I was ill and staying behind but she wouldn't let me.

"You must go." She said. "It's the last part of your award you have to complete," I'll miss you."

"Well, it's only four day's I suppose." I sounded doubtful. "You will wait."

"I won't get much chance to do anything else here."

We kissed and held each other tightly.

I heard the sound of the horn sounding on the bus.

"You've got to go." She said.

I put my hands on her ass and pulled her close.

"I'll think of you every minute." I said.

Her eyes were filling with tears and I could feel my not far behind. I reluctantly released her. Her emotions tying my insides in knots.

We walked to the bus. A final kiss and I was on board. We were away. Looking through the rear window I could see Jenny standing a little apart from the others. Her friend Linda came to her side and put her arm around her. Jenny raised her hand to wave and we were around the corner and out of sight.

We drove for about thirty minutes when the bus pulled into a lay-by. The first two pairings got out with Skip who gave them their final instructions and they were away, walking in different directions.

The bus moved on, the next time it pulled up Steve, Len, Tommy and myself got off.

After a few words from Skip the bus was gone.

Len walked up to Tom. 

"If I find out you touched him I'll have you." He said in a low voice full of menace.

Tommy took a step backwards. Len looked at him, then turning on his heel picked up his rucksack and he and Steve were gone.

I looked at Tommy.

"Come on. Let's go." I said. 

Without a word he followed me. I could feel his eyes on me as we walked.

We had about fifteen miles to cover that day and whilst the atmosphere between us was strained a benefit of this was we didn't waste our breath on idle conversation and made excellent time.

We carried a flask of coffee which we drank at lunchtime whilst eating biscuits, a chocolate bar and an orange.

We arrived at our campsite for the night around five o'clock. Pitching our tent we collected water from a tap in the corner of the field, and prepared our evening meal.

The campsite was a field obviously only used for this purpose in the summer.

The toilet facilities were a hole in the ground inside a tent, split with a partition, one side for men, the other for women.

We cleaned and checked our equipment. 

Around seven Skip arrived in the guides mini bus with Jane to check on our safe arrival. Jane called me to one side and handed me an envelope. 

"It's from Jenny." She smiled.

I thanked her and suddenly wished they would leave so I could open it.

A few minutes further talk and they were off to check on another site.

I hurried into the tent opened the envelope and read the contents.

Jenny missed me and couldn't wait for my return. She also told me of her feelings, feelings she had never felt before for anybody else.

I felt my prick growing as I read. Her hopes that I felt the same way about her. I undid my trousers and removed my prick. Her thoughts about what we had done together. I began stroking myself. What we might do in the future. I increased my tempo. Again, how much she missed me, how much she was looking forward to my return. I came, my come shooting over my hand and arm, onto my shirt. 

"Looks like she writes some letter."

Tommy knelt by the door of the tent.

"Yes she does." I said putting the letter into the button down breast pocket of my shirt.

In our sleeping bags that night I expected Tommy to try something but all he did was turn over and go to sleep.

In the morning we were up, breakfasted and packed before eight.

The day passed uneventfully enough.

We reached the evening campsite by six and having set up our tent collected water and made our evening meal.

Tommy was a lot friendlier after the meal.

We talked as he sat whittling on some sticks he had found and practising his knots on a thin piece of rope as I prepared our map for the next stage of our expedition.

In our sleeping bags that night, again Tommy just turned over and went to sleep, leaving me to think of Jenny. I could feel my prick growing as I thought of her hair, her breasts, her pubic hair, her fanny lips, her taste, her feel.

I reached inside my underpants and took out my prick. Closing my hand around it I slowly began to stroke myself. Slowly and quietly so as not to wake Tommy. 

Stopping now and then to let the feelings die down. Thinking of Jenny, what it had been like to put my finger in her anus, in her fanny. Revelling in the remembrance of her response. I came, thinking of her coming. 

I cleaned myself up with the bottom of my shirt and pulling my sleeping bag tightly around me, turned over and was soon asleep.

The next morning Tommy was already up and breakfast was on the go when I awoke.

He seemed quite pleased about something. I was just grateful that the atmosphere between us lightened. I would never forgive or forget the way he way I'd had to kneel before him to be buggered under the threat of myself and Steve's gay sex activities being reported. Steve had told him he would be in as much trouble as us if he did report us after what he had done to me but that didn't seem to worry him and that night he'd fucked Steve.

We made good time again that day getting to our campsite by four. There was a public phone box just outside the camp and Tommy used this. Returning he said.

"Come on." Let's keep going. "I've just rang Skip to tell him we'll push on for a few more miles to shorten the distance we have to travel in the morning. He says it's okay."

The quicker we finished in the morning the sooner I would be back with Jenny so 

I made no objection.

We walked on for another two hours, leaving us about the same distance to cover in the morning. 

We walked along the side of a lake and decided to pitch tent just inside the trees, which fringed it.

We found a firm flat area and put up our tent. Being close to water it was cooler here than it had been at our other campsites so we both wore jumpers over our scout shirts.

Inside the trees it also got darker quicker.

I told Tommy I was going to get into my sleeping bag as it was getting cold.

I got inside the tent and removed my trousers, boots and socks. Tommy crawled into tent behind me. 

A loop of rope was slipped over my head and around my throat; pulled tight I gasped for air. Tommy threw his weight against my back and I was flat on my front. I was tearing at the rope around my neck but couldn't get my fingers inside it. Things started to spin in front of me, as I felt giddy and weak. Tommy grabbed one of my hands and forced it behind my back, I felt rope around my wrist. He pulled my other wrist, again the feel of rope. I felt my strength returning and tried to pull my hands down but all I succeeded in doing was tightening the rope around my throat. 

"Don't struggle and you will be able to breathe." He hissed in my ear.

"Let me go, please Tom." I was nearly pleading.

"Get on your knees." He ordered.

"Please Tom, don't do it." I was pleading.

He knelt between my legs pulling up by the hips.

"You queers love it up the ass." His voice was heavy with lust.

"Don't Tommy, please don't. I'm not queer."

"Shut up." 

He forced a handkerchief into my mouth and tied a triangular bandage around my head and face to keep it in place.

My pulled my underpants down and forced my ass cheeks apart. I heard the top being removed from a jar of Vaseline. The lubricant was rubbed against my hole at first, then into me. He forced one finger then two inside, pushing them in and out, faster each time. 

He stopped and withdrew his fingers, wiping them on my buttocks.

He moved behind me and I could feel the head of his prick against my opening. He pushed forward; opening me, entering me, a little more with each thrust despite my attempting to clench myself closed. Then he was in completely.

He almost withdrew completely then thrust himself back in. I tried to beg him to stop but through the gag I could not make myself understood.

He quickened his pace and with a final rush came inside me, jerking four or five times.

He slowly worked his prick in and out of my ass, milking the last drops from his balls.

He withdrew, wiping his prick against my ass cheeks.

He pushed me onto my side, facing way from him. 

Taking another piece of rope he slipped it through the rope around my neck and tied it around his own wrist.

"Go to sleep." He snarled.

He got into his sleeping bag and turned away.

I lay there for what seemed like hours listening to his gentle snoring. 

It was dark when I heard him stirring. He unzipped his sleeping bag and lay behind me. I felt his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, his prick gently nudging my anus then with a single thrust he was in me. I felt as if I was being torn in two. I could hear his grunting behind me as he pounded at me.

I thought of Jenny. The things we'd done, the things we would do.

And still he pounded my ass.

Then he came. Pulling roughly from me he rolled over.

I lay there in the dark, thinking of Jenny, listening to his gentle snoring dreading the next time he woke.

I must have slept. It was lighter in the tent. I could see the side wall in front of me a small spider crawling up it. I quietly turned onto my back. I could see the roof of the tent, sloping to either side. It was getting lighter by the minute. I turned my head and looked into Tommy's eyes.

"I'm glad you're awake." He half smiled.

He removed my gag. 

He pulled my head down to his prick. He rubbed the tip against my lips.

He pushed into my mouth. I thought of biting him.

"Bite me and I'll fuck you again."

I slowly opened my lips and allowed him entry. He pushed in and out as he had my ass. I could taste my own shit. My mouth was dry and my lips were cracked. He took his prick from my mouth and wet the end with his own saliva. How bitter it tasted compared with Jenny's. 

He forced his prick to the back of my throat, I gagged and gasped. Almost throwing up.

He came in my mouth and I swallowed.

He dressed and left the tent. I heard him moving outside and the hiss of our small gas cooking as he lit it.

He emptied the contents of our water bottles into our small kettle to make tea. 

Whilst it was heating he came into the tent and began packing. 

"Why did you do it, Tom?" I asked.

"Because I could. You have everything. Rich parents. Your life's mapped out in front of you. I have nothing compared to you, but I can fuck you. I can make you do what I want."

"Never try this again Tom." I tried to sound confident.

He turned me on to my face and rammed two fingers inside me.

"I'll do it when I want."

He pulled his fingers from me and pushed them against my lips. 

"Lick them clean." He commanded.

I turned my head away and he slapped me across the face with his other hand.

"Do it cunt." He slapped me again. Holding my chin he pushed my cheeks between my teeth forcing open my mouth. His fingers entered. I could taste shit and blood.

He removed them.

"I'll untie you now. Try anything and I'll give you a good hiding and then I'll fuck you."

Thoroughly cowed, I did everything he told me to do. He untied me and I dressed. 

Slowly, every muscle was aching. My ass throbbing.

We drank tea and packed up the campsite. 

I kept dropping behind. He kept calling to me to keep up.

I felt humiliated. I felt angry. I knew I should confront him, fight him. But, I also knew the stupidity of doing that. I was no match for him. 

We were the last to arrive at the finishing point.

Skip commented on my appearance. Noticing the bruising around my cheek. Tommy chipped in with something about my falling over and hitting the side of my face against a tree.

There was food waiting for us and we ate. I could taste nothing, only the memory of my shit and blood.

We finished and were bussed back to our campsite. I sat alone, thinking. All around, people were laughing and singing songs. All I could think about was the humiliation I felt. That I should have done more to stop him doing what he did. That perhaps I was gay. I had enjoyed it the first time Steve had fucked me but not since then. I hadn't enjoyed touching his prick. Hadn't really enjoyed the feel of it in my mouth. As for Tom, I'd hated everything he'd done.

Then I thought of Jenny. I was really looking forward to seeing her but she wouldn't want anything to do with somebody who had let a man do 'that' to him. Would she? 

I could only hope.

Paul and Jenny's story

Part 4

The bus pulled into our campsite around three in the afternoon.

I could see Jenny waiting with a number of children. They were going to use our bus to take them back to their homes.

We climbed out with our equipment. Jenny threw herself at me, her arms around my neck. Her lips searching for mine.

She kissed me but I couldn't respond. My body was rigid. My arms hung by my side.

She stepped back, looking at my face.

"What's wrong?" She questioned.

"It's nothing." I said. "Just tired."

"No. There's something more." A look of concern spread across her face.

Tommy walked past. 

"You don't want to waste your time on him. You should get yourself a real man."

Just then Linda called from the bus. "Come on Jenny. Hurry up and get on. We haven't got all day."

"We'll talk when I get back." She said looking into my eyes.

She climbed into the bus and it was gone.

We spent the next two hours sorting and cleaning our equipment, handing in the campsite stores what had been borrowed from them and collecting our personal items that had been held in them for safe-keeping.

Steve called me to one side. 

"How did you get on with Tom." He could tell from the look in my eyes that something had happened.

"Okay."

"No. Something happened. Tell me."

I hung my head and shook it.

"Come with me." He led the way to the toilet block.

"Now, tell me what happened. He fucked you, didn't he?"

The look in my eyes must have been it's own answer.

Slowly he got most of the details from me. 

"Right." He said. "We've got to sort this once and for all."

"Please don't tell anybody, I don't want Jenny to know."

"It's my fault. If I hadn't started things with you this wouldn't have happened. It's got to stop."

He left me. I entered a cubicle. All day I had tried to avoid going but I realised I couldn't put it off much longer.

I dropped my underpants and trousers and sat down.

I opened my legs and lent forward, pulling my ass cheeks apart. I could feel it sliding down my tube. I clenched my anus tight shut. I'd stopped it. The pressure began to build again. I tried to clench again but my anus was forced to open. A little at first, then wider, allowing free passage for my shit. I cried out with the pain. More came. Less pain this time. Just a dull throb now that I had finished.

I must have sat with my head against the partition wall for twenty minutes. Catching my breath, waiting for the pain to go.

Finally I gently wiped around my ring. Dropping the paper into the bowl I could see a mixture of shit and bright red blood.

I lent back on the seat and let out a huge sigh.

Leaving the toilet block I saw that the bus had arrived back but of Jenny I could see no sign.

I went in for the evening meal. Looking into the girls dining tent I could see Jenny sitting at a table with Linda, Shirley and two other girls I had met before, Jo and Carole.

Jenny stood up as I approached.

"How could you." She ran past me crying.

I went to follow her and felt a hand on my arm.

"Just leave her alone." It was Linda. "I'll look after her. You've done enough already."

"Oh Linda. Tell her...Tell her....." I stammered.

"Enough. Go away."

I walked back to my tent. I couldn't eat.

I sat there alone. I read Jenny's letter to me over and over to myself.

As dusk was falling I could hear the sound of voices from the site of the campfire and caught the smell of burning wood.

"Skip poked his head around the tent.

"Come on, Paul, you can't sit here all night." He said.

"Maybe later." I lay down and turned my back on him.

"Come with me now." It was almost an order.

I was almost past caring what I did so I followed him.

We got to the campfire and sat on one of the blankets.

Part opposite I could see Jenny; she was sharing a blanket with Tommy. I couldn't believe my eyes. Jenny and Tommy. No, it couldn't be.

I watched as they talked and laughed together. 

I saw him put his arm around her. His hand on her side, then slowly moving up, under her arm, until it touched her breast. He moved it down, behind her, feeling for the crack between her ass cheeks. She lifted one cheek from the ground to allow him better access and I saw his hand disappear beneath her.

His hand remained there for some minutes. Then he removed it, put it around her waist, and whispered something in her ear.

She shook her head and something back. They remained seated. Tommy's hands touching her more and more as the darkness fell.

The singing and story telling were over. The campfire was dying down and everybody started making his or her ways back to there tents.

I saw Jenny hold Tommy's hand and lead him away from the tents into the woods, to the clearing by the bridge. 

I couldn't have done anything else but follow.

They reached the clearing. The light from the moon softly lighted the area. I crept to within ten yards from them.

They were kissing. Tommy's hands running up and down her back. One delving between her ass cheeks.

The other hand moved to the front of her body. Unbuttoning her cardigan and blouse, feeling inside her Bra.

With both hands he undid her shorts. He bent on one knee pulling them down with her knickers. She stepped out of them. Tommy stood up, opening her blouse and gazing at her body. 

He said, "Let me have it"

I heard her say no. 

"Come on. You've let Paul you can let me. Me and Paul are very close."

His hands were on her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. I could see her anus for a second before one of his fingers found it and began prodding at it. I saw the tip of his finger enter her and heard her yelp in pain.

Jenny, Jenny why are you letting him do this.

He stood sideways on to her and his other hand found her fanny. His fingers disappeared between her legs and she gave another cry as they entered her.

"Tell me you like it." Tommy commanded.

"Yes, I do, I do." There was a quavering in her voice. I couldn't take any more. 





The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 02



I had to stop it when I saw four shapes leave the bushes behind Tommy and creep towards him. Jenny must have seen them but all she did was encourage him the more.

"Ram them in, Tommy." He needed no urging. His hands were moving in and out of her. She cried with pain.

"Don't stop. I love it."

Suddenly the four were on him. A pillowcase went over his head. One jumped on his back. Two grabbed his legs to trip him. He tore his fingers from Jenny's holes. She leapt back with a cry of pain a hand on each of her openings.

Meanwhile, Tommy was on the floor, a rope around his neck attached to his wrists behind his back.

A handkerchief was thrust into his mouth beneath the pillowcase and secured with a strip of cloth. 

Linda was driving two tent pegs into the ground about three feet apart. Tommy's feet were tied to them.

Jo and Carole sat on the ground either side of his waist and began unbuttoning his shorts, pulling them down with his underpants as far as his open legs would allow.

Jo took his prick in her hand and began to wank him. His prick became hard and she moved her hand up and down. After a few minutes Carole took over until he came, his come spurting into the air, landing on his belly and her hand. Jo immediately took over and continued to wank him. Carole took over again after a few minutes and Jo stood up to be replaced by Shirley. 

Linda walked to Jenny and put her arm around her. 

"It's all over now." She said. "After we've finished with him tonight he won't bother anybody again."

Tommy came again but still the wanking continued. Shirley had a go and then Jenny. There was real venom in her movements and I could hear Tommy moaning. 

Still it went on. Hands moving up and down. Tommy's prick getting redder and redder. He moaned, he groaned, he threw his head from side to side.

He came again and still they continued.

Shirley spoke quietly to Linda and Jenny then left. She returned five minutes later with more tent pegs and a thick handled broom.

Another peg was driven into the ground. One of Tommy's feet was untied and he was quickly turned onto his stomach. I could hear his moans as his tender prick came in contact with the ground. It sounded as if he was begging them to stop. Shirley took a jar of Vaseline from her pocket and began greasing the tip of the broom handle.

Taking the Vaseline Linda nodded to Jo and Carole and they pulled Tommy's ass cheeks apart. She applied some to his hole, working it around and in. When she was satisfied she pulled away and Jenny positioned the tip of the broom handle gainst it. 

She began to work it backwards and forwards. Jo and Carole still pulling his cheeks apart. It slowly started to disappear inside him. First an inch, then two, further in, further in, until over six inches was inside. Linda hammered more tent pegs into the ground around the bristle end of the broom. Securing it in place.

The girls rose and ran quickly from the scene excepting Jenny. She bent to Tommy's ear and said something to him.

As she stood up to leave I stepped into the clearing. She looked me then at Tommy at her feet and burst into tears.

I ran to her and took her in my arms ignoring the groans from Tommy at my feet. Our lips were inches apart as we looked into each other's eyes.

I led her to the edge of the clearing where we stopped to put her shorts on. Her knickers went into her pocket.

"I must wash, I feel so dirty, so unclean." Her first words. "How much did you see."

"Everything." I said.

"I had to keep him occupied. I knew he wanted to do things to me."

"Did he hurt you?"

" Yes, he did hurt me. He was a pig. Fingers everywhere."

"You didn't have to do that. I would have sorted something out."

"He hurt you. I will not allow that." She spoke quietly.

We came to her tent. She slipped inside. I heard low voices. She returned. Keys jangling in her pocket.

"Come with me." She took my hand and led me to the shower block.

She looked inside, and then stepping through the door drew me in after her.

One light burned in the block, casting shadows through every cubicle.

She went to the one furthest from the door, turned and faced me. 

"We are going to wash away all that Tommy did." She said as she undressed. 

"You are the only man who's ever going to see me like this." I watched her become naked. She came to me and kissed me, unbuttoning my shirt. My other clothes followed. She rubbed herself against me as we kissed. My hands went to he ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I found her anus.

Her buttocks clenched. "Not there."

"Come."

We stepped into the shower cubicle, turning on the water as we did. Cold, then warm, then hot. The water sprayed over our bodies. She took her soap, worked up lather, and began to wash me. She started at my shoulders, then my arms, then chest, moving down my stomach to my prick and balls. Pulling back my foreskin she worked the suds along the length of my prick then allowed the water to wash them away. She turned me around and began soaping my back. Reaching my ass her finger slipped between my cheeks. I tensed as it touched my anus. 

"Did he hurt you?" She whispered in my ear.

"Yes." I replied. "How much do you know?"

"I know it all"

I turned and looked at her.

"All?"

"Everything."

"You still want to be with me?"

"More than ever. You're not perfect, but then, neither am I."

"You are. You are." I protested.

"I'm not." She insisted. "But we are a pair, if you want me."

I pulled her close telling her of my fears during the day. Of how I felt when I saw Tommy touching her.

My prick was hard between us. She was moving her hips against me. I reached behind her and turned off the water. We stood, dripping water, moving against each other.

"I'm getting cold. Let's get in the minibus, I have the spare keys." 

We quickly dried each other, sharing the towel, then dressed.

We left the showers and went to where the mini bus was parked.

"I hope the sleeping bags are still there." I said quietly.

"They are."

She quietly opened the back doors and we climbed inside. The sleeping bags had been laid out on the floor. 

We lay down on one and pulled the other over us. 

I put my left arm under her neck and with my right hand unbuttoned her cardigan and blouse. Reaching behind I undid her Bra, lifting the cups to free her breasts. I kissed her lips, her nose, her chin, her neck, her collarbone where it stuck out, the top of her ribs, the firm flesh of her breast until I reached her nipple. I licked it, then sucked gently upon it. I undid her shorts. She bent her knees to help me pull them off. I put my tongue into the hollow formed by her navel. I nussled my face through her pubic hair. I pulled her lips apart and heard her gasp.

"Sorry." I murmured.

I flicked out my tongue searching for her clitoris. I found it's hiding place and sucked it gently from cover. With my tongue I licked around it, to the side of it, I took it into my mouth. I licked it again. Jenny arched her back and came.

I moved up beside her. Gently feeling her breasts as I looked down at her.

"Linda told me what you did with her. I want to do the same things." She had a serious look upon her face.

"We have done everything." I said, puzzled.

"Not quite." 

She pushed me onto my back and straddled my head. Kneeling with her fanny inches from my mouth.

"We do tell each other everything." 

As she lowered her fanny to my mouth. My tongue entered her. Licking her walls, her lips, searching for her clitoris. She shuffled forwards. My tongue was at the back of her fanny. Touching the area between her holes. She moved forward again. My tongue touched her anus. I could smell the perfume from her soap. The slightly fishy smell of her fanny juices. I licked her anus. A slightly bitter taste.

I could her moaning. 

"Yes. Yes."

She pushed herself down on my tongue and it entered her. The bitterness increased but it was not unpleasant. 

She pulled back until her clitoris was against my tongue rubbing herself over my mouth and nose. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her hard against my tongue. 

Her thighs shook as she came.

She lay on top of me.

"I haven't brought them with me." I said, referring to our condoms.

"It's alright. Their here."

"But how... where?" I started.

She told me.

Shirley had got the story from Steve by refusing to let him have her. Steve had been going to organise something with Len and some of the others. Shirley had stopped him, saying, no matter what had happened you would still have to live in the area as Tommy. You would be subject to his reprisals. If he knew it hadn't been you, that it had only been a bunch of girls, well she didn't think he'd try anything else.

They had quickly thought up the plan. We had to get you out of the tent so we spoke to Jane and she made Skip go and fetch you. Steve collected the rope from Tommy's rucksack and the condoms from yours. They had used one, she was sorry to say. They told me what had happened. I didn't know what to think. All afternoon I'd been thinking that you didn't want me anymore. We had agreed on the plan. 

Then you came into the mess tent. If you knew I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. It had to be me to get him to come. Shirley was going with Steve. He knew Linda couldn't stand him and Jo and Carole don't like men, if you understand what I mean.

I sat by him at the campfire and let him do what he wanted. He was very rough. 

He pushed my knickers and shorts up my bum hole.

He kept asking me to come into the woods with him. I kept saying that I would later.

Finally I couldn't put it off any longer; the only place I knew to go was the clearing by the bridge. I let him go a lot further than was planned but the others were late getting into position. Jane had told them to stay and clean up around the campfire. I thought I was going to be raped. 

"You wouldn't have been." I said. "I would have stopped him somehow."

She kissed me.

"Well you know the rest."

"What did you say to him at the end."

"I'd cut his balls off if he touched anybody again." I think she meant it. "As I will yours if you touch anybody else." 

I really did think she meant it.

She put her hand on my prick and started to stroke me. When I was hard she reached across me to the bench seat and picked up the packet of condoms. Taking one, she opened it and unrolled it down my prick. She straddled me and guided the tip of my prick to the opening of her fanny. With a sigh she sank down, taking me deep inside her. Rising up, until I was almost out of her, she again sank down. She repeated this, slowly.

I reached for her breasts, holding one in either hand. Her movements became shorter and faster. I put my hands on her ass cheeks, feeling them, pulling them apart. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her mouth to mine, moving my hips in time with hers. 

She whispered in my ear. "Do it from behind."

She climbed from me and knelt before me, head resting on her hands, ass in the air. I knelt behind her and pulled her cheeks apart. I could just make out her fanny lips, still open. I guided my prick between them and entered her without feeling any resistance. Two thrusts and my pubic hair rubbed against her ass cheeks. 

I thrust in and out, long and slow at first, then shortening and quickening. I felt her tube tighten around me as she came. I slowed for a few seconds, then quickened again. Her tube tightened again as she made a sort of strangled scream. I really moved in and out of her, faster, faster. She came again, as I did, my prick jerking and pumping inside her.

I withdrew gently, my prick felt sore, hot. I removed the condom; amazed it had remained in one piece. Jenny remain kneeling, ass in the air. She was breathing heavily.

"I never thought it could be like that." Her breathing was slowing, becoming more regular.

We lay together; I covered us with one of the sleeping bags.

"Do you want to go back to your tent?" I asked.

"No. Let's sleep here tonight." She snuggled closer, warm, soft.

"What shall we do about Tommy?" 

"Fuck him."

- THE END -

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Paul and Jenny will return in 'The Adventures of Paul and Jenny.'



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 03



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 03: The Adventures of Paul & Jenny

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Chapter 1

We were on a Venture Scout camp in Northern Ireland in the late 1960's. 

My best friend Steve had introduced me to gay sex. Unfortunately another member of our tent had seen us and demanded sex from both of us as the price of his silence. We had both let him at first but as we had both developed relationships with some Girl Guides who shared the same campsite we soon refused him. Whilst on a four day expedition Tommy had tied me up and raped me. The girls got to hear about this and extracted their own revenge. Enticing him to the woods they tied him up and inserted a large broom handle into his anus and left him there to get out of it as best he could. 

My girlfriend Jenny and I had spent the night together. 

I awoke in the back of the minibus. I already had an erection. 

Jenny lay on her side facing away from me, breathing gently. I pulled her ass cheeks slowly apart and placed the tip of my prick against her anus. I rubbed it gently up and down, extracting from her a quiet moan. I wet my fingers and Rubbed them over the head of my prick and placed it against her hole again. 

Pushing gently forward I felt her anus contract then open in response to my pressure. I re-wet my prick and pushed it further inside. The head of it was in her when she awoke, anus contracting, tightly around my prick. I couldn't move. 

"Try to relax." I whispered gently to her. 

I moved slowly in and out. The pressure of her ring tightening. I entered further with difficulty. 

"I can't." She exclaimed, pain in her voice. 

"Take it out, please Paul, it hurts." 

"Try to relax." I whispered again in her ear. 

I put more of my saliva on my dick and pushed again. It was moving easier. In and out, her ring and tube still gripping me. I felt the tightening of my balls, the expanding of my prick and I was there. My come shooting inside her. I stopped moving. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

I put my arm around her and felt her breasts. 

"It hurt a lot at first." She looked back, over her shoulder, at me. "It was quite nice at the end though." 

She smiled at me; her face always lit up when she smiled. I pulled back from her. At first her anus gripped me, then, with a plop, I was out. She gave a short, bubbly fart. 

"Oh, I've got to go." 

I looked at my watch. Skip would be getting the duty cook up soon to start preparing breakfast whilst he roused the rest of the camp. We quickly dressed, kissing as we did so. Rolling and stashing the sleeping bags, I put our unused condoms into my pocket, the used one I wrapped in a tissue she gave me and we left through the back doors of the mini bus, locking them behind us. We walked quickly to the toilet block. Jenny turned and kissed me. Jumping up and down on the spot. 

"I've got to go." She said again and disappeared into the toilets. 

I went into the men's block. I had quick piss and shit. Washed my hands and was outside inside four minutes. I waited, wishing I were inside with her. I heard the toilet flush the sound of running water as she washed her hands. She came out and we kissed. Skip came around the corner

"What's with you two. Been up all night?" He asked. 

"We're just early risers". I replied. Jenny smiled. 

Looking over the ashes of the communal campfire I could see a figure moving slowly at the other end of the field. Skip caught the direction I was looking. 

"That looks like Tommy. It looks like he's carrying a broom." 

" What is he doing up this early." Skip continued. 

We watched as Tommy made his way slowly across the grass towards us. Seeing us he changed direction but Skip called to him to come. He trudged slowly up to us. Head hanging. 

"Where have you been?" Skip asked him. He looked at me and then at Jenny. Skip insisted. 

"Where have you been?"

"I remember I left this in the woods yesterday." 

"And what were you doing with that there yesterday?" 

"My hat got stuck up a tree and I used it to knock it down." 

"That's right. Some of the girls were fooling about and threw it into the branches." Jenny chipped in.

"Well, it had better not happen again, we are leaving tomorrow and we don't want to lose equipment at this late stage." Skip turned away. 

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes." 

Tommy loomed over Jenny. "One day I am going to fuck you up your ass." He said with menace. Jenny went pale. 

"I'd never let you." She replied. 

"When I want to I will and neither you, nor you" looking at me "will stop me." 

He threw the broom to the floor and walk to the male toilets

"Can't it be finished with, Tommy?" I called after him. 

"It's finished when I say it is." 

He was gone. We stayed where we were just holding each other. I heard Tommy cry out once from the toilet. If he felt anything like I had after he had buggered me I pitied him. 

"Let's get changed. It's breakfast time." 

I walked her to her tent and returned to mine. Steve sat on his sleeping bag, dressing. "I see you didn't come home last night." He smiled at me. 

"Just met Tommy." I said. "I think we had better avoid him for a bit." I dressed in my Venture Scout uniform. 

"I wouldn't think he would be too happy having spent six hours tied up in the woods with a broom handle up his ass." Steve laughed. 

"What have you done?" It was Len from the other end of the tent. 

"We did nothing. He'd been annoying some of the Guides," partly true, he had annoyed Jenny, " and they decided to get their own back." 

"But a broom up his ass." Len shook his head. "He must really have upset somebody." 

We left for the mess tent. Collecting our eggs, bacon and baked beans we sat side by side with our backs to the canvas at the table furthest from the door. Shortly after Shirley and Jenny joined us with their fruit juice and cereals. Jenny sat opposite me. Shirley, Steve. I felt Jenny's foot rubbing against my leg, touching my knee, rubbing along my thigh. I slipped forward on my bench. Opening my legs. Her toes touched my balls. She wiggled them. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"You alright Paul." She asked innocently. 

I made a noise at the back of my throat. 

"Fine." I said. My voice sounded higher than usual. 

She continued moving her toes against my balls, against the base of my prick. 

She rubbed her toes along the length of my, by now, hard prick. 

She stopped. Looking into my eyes she said. 

"Let's go for a walk." 

"I've only half an hour before we leave for Belfast." 

It was the Northern Ireland Scouting movement's Annual convention and being visitors from England we had been invited as guests. Skip was to give a short talk on our activities whilst in the province and Steve, Len and I were to be available to answer questions and mingle at the reception afterwards. We left the tent with me walking close behind her trying to hide my erection and hurried into the woods behind it. She took my hand and led me to the clearing by the bridge. Four tent pegs lay on the ground where the girls had secured Tommy the night before. 

"Do you think he's learnt his lesson?" Jenny asked. 

"I am sure when he's calmed down and thought about things he will be alright." 

She made as if to pull me to the ground but I resisted. 

"It's my best uniform. I can't mess it up." 

She knelt before me and undid my flies. Taking my prick in her hands she moistened her lips with her tongue and guided it into her mouth. Her mouth felt so warm and soft. Removing it she circled the end of my prick with her lips and began moving her head backwards and forwards. With each movement more of my prick entered her mouth. I felt it touch the back of her throat and she quickly moved her head away, coughing and spluttering. 

"Shirley says girls should be able to take all of it." She sounded disappointed.

"Perhaps you will with practice." I tried to sound encouraging. "I hope you will have plenty of tries at it." 

"I bet you do." She looked up and smiled then returned her mouth to my prick. It felt so nice inside her mouth I wanted it to continue for hours but within a few minutes I felt my balls tightening and I knew I would soon come. 

"I'm nearly there." I thought I'd warn her this time. 

"Don't hold back. I want to swallow it." 

I held her head still and began fucking her mouth with short, sharp strokes. One final push and I was there. My come hit the back of her throat and she started coughing but kept my jerking prick in her mouth until I had finished. I moved slowly in and out of her mouth, letting her have the last drops. I took it out. It shone with saliva and come. She stood up and kissed me, her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. I could taste my come. She pulled away.

"I wanted to share it with you. You didn't mind, did you?" 

"No, not a bit." I pulled her close. My hand ran down her spine to her shorts. I held a buttock and began gently squeezing it. 

"We don't really have time for anything else," she looked at me, "and to tell you the truth," she continued, "I'm feeling a little sore down there now. Let's leave it to tonight." 

She made sense. We walked hand in hand back to camp discussing the day ahead. I was going to Belfast until about three in the afternoon, we were borrowing the Guides mini bus. Everybody else in my Troop would be spending the day packing their belongings and clearing the campsite ready for the next occupants. The girls had the morning at the beach and would spend the afternoon packing. We parted outside the mess tent with a final kiss. The salt of my come still on her lips. I joined the remainder of our party at the mini bus. Skip tossed me the keys. 

"You drive. I want to work on my talk." 

On the way I kept catching him looking at me. 

Skip's talk at the conference was well received and the rest of us answered questions and mingled successfully at the reception. Skip enjoyed a couple of beers at the reception so I drove back to camp. We arrived back at the campsite and debussed. Skip told me to stay behind after everybody had left to return to there tents to pack.

"Jane and I have been thinking about the journey back and we've come up with a plan. Jane drove there mini bus up with Jenny," I didn't know she could drive." But she feels she should travel back with the bulk of her group." 

With you, I thought to myself. 

"So we wondered if you wouldn't mind driving the mini bus back to Gloucester with Jenny. I've been watching the way you drove today and you shouldn't have any problems. Jenny knows the way so you will probably get there hours before us. You will need to drop off Jo and Carole on the way." 

"Love to." 

I felt like singing. I went to my tent, changed into camp dress of shorts, T-shirt and trainers, put my condoms in my pocket and went in search of Jenny. I found her sitting on a blanket outside her tent. 

"Hallo." I sat down beside her. "What are you doing?"

"Shush." She put her finger to her lips. "I'm guarding." 

"Guarding what?" I asked puzzled. "Can't tell." I heard a giggle come from inside the tent. I went to look inside. "No. You mustn't." 

She stood up and I rose with her. She wore her customary trainers and shorts but today with a shirt, the tails of which she'd tied across her front, below her breasts, exposing her mid-drift. Her navel tight, disappearing into her.

"Who's in there?" I asked. 

"Linda." 

"Who with." 

"Len." "But we've only just got back. I didn't think they even knew each other?" 

"Oh, they've met a few times." She said. "Linda wanted to borrow you, she said I owed her one for last night but I wasn't having that so we agreed she could have Len. I saw you talking to Skip after you got back and told Len I had something for him in my tent. He didn't seem keen at first but I persuaded him to come with me. I let him go into the tent first, where Linda was waiting, naked. They seemed to talk for a bit but I haven't heard anything for a while." She looked me in the eye. "Can I trust you? I want to go to the toilet. Will you keep guard and not look?" 

"You can trust me with your life." I hadn't actually promised not to look. She looked doubtfully at me. 

"I won't be five minutes." She was off, almost running in the direction of the toilet block. 

Well I hadn't promised not to look so I pulled the flaps of the tent slightly apart. It took some seconds for my eyes to become accustomed to the gloom but I could gradually make out two bodies in the centre of the floor. Len was still in his uniform, underpants and trousers around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest. Linda was astride him, riding up and down on his prick. As I watched, Len moved his hands from her breasts and placed them on her hips, bucking in time with her movements. With a final thrust upwards he came, starting her off at the same time. She collapsed forward on top of him. They kissed. I heard the sound of footsteps and turned around. Jenny came around the corner of the tent. 

"Did you look?" 

"Who me." I answered all innocence. 

I held up my hand and pulled her down to me. She sat at right angles to me. Bum between my legs, her thighs across my right thigh. I put my arms around her and we kissed. I licked her lips. I pushed my tongue between them. Her mouth opened and her tongue licked back at mine. I ran my hand down the back of her shirt, a shirt I thought I recognised, until I met the naked skin above her shorts. 

"Don't I recognise this shirt?" I was sure, positive, it was one of mine. 

"Mmm. Yes, I was running out of clean clothes and as we were doing the dirty washing in the launderette this morning I thought I'd sneak into your tent and get yours to do as well. (I thought of my underpants and socks). I hope you don't mind that I borrowed this. I found my letter to you in one of the shirts. You've never written to me." The subject had suddenly changed.

"I've told how I feel." 

"It's not the same. A girl likes to get it in writing." I shook my head. 

"I don't understand." 

"Boys never do." Just then the tent flaps opened and Linda and Len stepped out, both red in the face. 

"Shift change." Jenny said, getting up and pulling me into the tent. 

"What...." I started to speak. 

"Shush. This is not the time for talking."

She lay back on the sleeping bag furthest from the entrance holding out her arms to me. I lay down, partly covering the top of her body with my own. We kissed my hand felt for her breasts, then the button of her shirt. Undoing them I pulled the shirt open, she wasn't wearing a Bra. Her breasts looked beautiful. Firm and white, with a small brown circle topped with an erect nipple. I lowered my lips to them, sucking first on one nipple then the other. Her hands went to the back of my head, fingers running through my hair. I kissed her ribs, then her navel. Exploring it with my tongue. Her legs opened and I sat back on my heels between them. I undid her shorts, she bent her knees and I pulled them off together with her knickers. I looked down. Her knees remained bent, her thighs spread wide, the inner lips of her fanny spreading, opening her hole. I took a condom from my pocket, undid my shorts and pulled them to my knees with my underpants. Fitting the condom to my erect prick I lent forward. Her hand reached between us guiding me to her entrance. I sank into her, one movement, filling her until our pubic mounds met. She looked up at me. 

"I love you." 

I began to thrust in and out of her. I felt so much emotion I couldn't speak. I smiled down at her and kissed her. Her lips opened and her tongue searched for mine. I pulled back, increasing my pace. Her thighs tightened around me, her heels on my ass cheeks moving in time with me. Her tube tightened as she came taking me with her. I pumped load after load of come into her then collapsed on top of her when I'd finished. I heard a muffled. 

"I can't breath." 

I pulled out of her and sat back on my heels between her thighs. I removed the condom. She handed me a tissue from her shorts to wrap it in. I looked down at her fanny; her lips still wide open and lowered my mouth to it. Licking down along her crack, tasting the rubber of the condom, then back to the top, seeking her clitoris. I sucked on it and licked it. I put my hand beneath my chin and found her fanny with one finger and her anus with another. I pushed into her. Her anus resisted at first then opened allowing my finger, moist with the juices that had run down from her fanny, entry. My other finger had entered her fanny without resistance and I started to move them both in and out whilst licking and sucking her clitoris. Her back arched and her thighs clamped tight around my head holding me in place as she came. It was my turn to say. 

"I can't breath". 

Her thighs released their grip; I withdrew my fingers and moved up to lie by her side. We heard the call to tea. We quickly dressed, left the tent and walked with Len and Linda for our evening meal. Over tea I told Jenny about the plan for me to drive the mini bus the next day. 

"Ah. He agreed then." That was all she was going to say on the subject. "

I didn't realise you could drive." I said. 

"There's a lot about me you do not know." She replied. 

"But I don't understand. When Jane asked if either of us could drive, you didn't say anything. She must have known you could drive as you drove up with her." 

"Jane knew. She also knew I wanted some time alone with you and it boosted your ego to think you could do something I couldn't." 

The feeling that Jenny was manipulating my life slowly came upon me. It wasn't a bad feeling. Jenny and I had had a very quiet evening. We sat on a blanket near the campfire holding hands and talking for hours about nothing in particular. Skip and Jane produced some bottles of beer and cider and around us people sat and drank and sang songs. I walked her to her tent at the end of the evening. We hugged each other, hip to hip. I think the late nights and the emotion of the last few days was catching up on both of us. She looked into my eyes. 

"Do you want to do anything else tonight?" 

"Not unless you do. I'm starting to feel very tired." 

A quick kiss and she was in her tent. I heard her say 

"Sorry Jo, Carole, I didn't realise you were here." 

A further murmur of voices and then silence. I went back to my tent. Everybody but Len was in bed so I climbed over them, doing my best to avoid Tommy, to reach my sleeping bag. Once inside it I was asleep inside of five minutes.

Chapter 2

We were to catch the Belfast - Liverpool ferry that boarded at 8pm, departing at 9pm. It was due to dock at 6am the following morning. It loaded in Liverpool at 8am for a 9am sailing back to Belfast. It had a sister ship on the same route, which reversed the sailing times, travelling to Liverpool during the day and returning to Belfast overnight. We had the day free until 3pm when we were to meet to load the buses and minibus. Some would spend it on the beach, others walking, doing some local site seeing. 


I was given the keys to the mini bus and told to make sure it was full of petrol and oil for the journey back. After breakfast Jenny and I headed into the nearest town that boasted a petrol station. It also had a bank, which, after filling up and checking the oil and tyre pressures, we visited. I had brought my chequebook to camp with me together with a supply of cash and as we were travelling separately to the main group I thought I would be wise to draw some more. I also had this feeling that I wanted to buy a present for Jenny. Perhaps she had suggested it. The bank had to phone my branch in England before they would agree to cash me a cheque so we went to a small café for tea and cakes whilst this was done. We had both told our respective leaders that our uniforms were not fit to be seen in so Jenny was wearing a wrap around skirt with blouse and sandals. I could see her Bra through the thin material of her blouse. Tied around her waist was an orange cardigan. She had a small purple handbag on a long shoulder strap. I wore my long trousers, with open necked cotton check shirt and shoes. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 03



"What are you going to do after we get back?" She asked. 

"I don't know. I've got three weeks before I start work for my fathers Accountancy firm. I suppose I'll just lay on the beach watching holiday makers." 

She looked disappointed. 

"What will you be doing?" I was teasing but I couldn't help it. 

"We'll I'd hoped...." She began. She looked close to tears. 

"We'll if you've nothing on would you like to come and stay with me." I said hurriedly. 

"Don't just say it, mean it." A single tear ran down her cheek. I caught it on one finger and put it to my lips. It tasted salty. 

"Of course I mean it." 

"You don't say it." 

"But you know." I was getting impatient. 

"You have to tell me." 

"What do you want me to do. Stand in the middle of the road and shout it out." 

"And what would you shout." 

"That I have met the most wonderful girl in the world." 

"You haven't said you love me yet." 

"But you know." 

"I think I know. But you haven't said it." 

I looked around the café. There were only four other customers but they were all staring at me. 

I turned to Jenny, blushing. 

"Everybody is staring at us." 

"I don't care. Say it". I lent forward and whispered hesitantly in her ear. 

"I love you." 

"What did you say." 

I hissed louder. "I love you." 

"Couldn't hear you." 

I heard an old lady say to her companion. "Will he." 

I looked Jenny in the eye and said in a loud voice. 

"Jennifer Fletcher, I love you." 

"Shush. You're embarrassing me." 

I looked around. Everybody was looking away, some smiling. I took her hand. 

"Come on. Let's get back to the bank." 

When we got there the authority for me to cash a cheque had arrived. I handed over the cheque and put the thirty-five pounds in my pocket. I couldn't remember why I had decided to draw such a large amount. Jenny suggested we stroll around town for a bit before heading back. 

"Let's look in this shop." She said taking my hand and leading me towards what looked like a Jewelers shop. Looking in the window she pointed at a tray of rings. 

"They look nice." She said. 

"Aren't they engagement rings?" 

"So they are. You're not asking me to marry you, are you?" She saw the look on my face. "Don't worry. Just kidding. The day's that when a man takes a girls virginity he has to marry her are long gone." 

It hadn't occurred to me. I hopped we would have a future. Marriage? 

"I'm nineteen," I said, 

"It'll be up to seven years before I'm qualified." 

"I'm eighteen. Nineteen next month. It'll be four years before I qualify as a teacher." She replied. 

"We would only see each other at weekends and holidays." 

"Do you have somebody else you would rather see instead?" She looked hurt. 

"No, of course not." I reassured her quickly. "I don't want to be with anybody else." 

"You do not have to marry me. It would just be a sign of our commitment to each other. You don't mind people knowing about us, do you?"

"Of course not." 

You're parents wouldn't mind?" "No, well, I don't think so. No, it's what I want to do." 

"And you want to get engaged to me?" 

"Yes, hum, well, hum." 

"You don't have to." 

"Yes, I want to. Do you?" 

"Only if you're sure." 

"Do I have to kneel down?" 

"No. I'll do that later." My prick leapt in my trousers.

"I meant to ask you to...." I began. 

"I know what you meant and you should know what I meant." 

My prick was getting hard. She put her arms around me and held me close, rubbing her pubic mound against my prick. 

"You really must learn some self control." She smiled, still rubbing herself against me. 

She looked me in the eye. "This is going to be our engagement. We belong to one another but we don't own each other. I will be faithful. I will take care of you. Do you agree?" 

"Yes, and I will be faithful and I will care for you". I replied. 

"We'll review the situation in about five years." She kissed me. "Let's go in." 

She took my hand and led me through the door; I walked close behind trying to hide my erection. A man wearing glasses stood behind the counter. 

"Hallo again Miss. Is this the lucky young man?" 

I had this feeling of being manipulated again. 

Chapter 3

We back to the mini bus hand in hand. Jenny wore a ring. 

"You will need a new water pump soon." The mechanic at the garage said. 

"As long as it gets us back." 

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Driving back to the campsite Jenny put her hand on my leg. 

"Let's stop somewhere." 

There was a lay-by ahead with a track leading from it to a field. I pulled in and drove down the track to the field gate. No sign of anybody in the field, just some cows in the distance. We got out of the minibus, Jenny leaving her cardigan and handbag on the front seat, and climbed the gate. The field was about eight acres in area surrounded by a tight, high hedge. There were two another gates in the far corner leading to other fields. We walked a little distance from the gate and turned to each other. Jenny looked around. 

"Here will do nicely. Stand back." 

I took a step backwards. She stood facing me and unbuttoned her blouse. Slipping it off her shoulders she let it fall to the ground. Reaching behind her she unhooked her Bra, dropping it onto her blouse. Her small breasts standing proud from her chest, her nipples growing as I watched. She pulled loose the knots on either side and allowed her skirt to fall. She inserted her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and slipped them down, over her hips, exposing her pubic hair. Raising one knee she pulled her foot through the leg hole, then she raised her other knee and she was naked with the exception of her sandals. 

"This is all I have to give you." I went to hold her. 

"No. Stand still." 

She unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it onto her pile of clothing. She knelt before me and undid my trousers, pulling them, with my underpants to my ankles. She held them while I stepped out of them. She undid the laces of my shoes, holding my socks whilst I slipped my feet from them. She looked up at me. Then, straight-ahead, at my prick. Cupping my balls with one hand she guided the end of my prick into her mouth, moistening it with her saliva. Her head moved backwards and forwards. I was getting harder and entering further with each movement. She stopped. Turning from me she remained on her knees, head down, ass up. I could see both holes. 

"I told you I would get on my knees." She smiled at me from over her shoulder. 

"I haven't anything to wear." 

"It's alright. Just don't come inside." 

I knelt behind her and rubbed the tip of my prick along her fanny lips. She took a deep breath. I pushed forward, meeting an initial resistance then I was inside her. One; two; three thrusts and my pubic hair touched the crack of her ass. I held her hips and began moving in and out slowly increasing my pace. She reached back, between her legs with one hand and gently cupped my balls. I moved even faster. I heard her cry out and felt her tube tighten as she came. My balls tightened and I could feel my own orgasm approach. I pulled from her. She reached behind her and placed my prick against her anus and pushed backwards on to it. The tip of my prick had only just entered her when I came shooting four or five times inside her. I remained joined to her, not moving. 

"You okay?" I asked. "Mmm. don't move." 

She started moving her hips, grinding her ass into my groin. My prick stiffened inside her ass and I picked up the tempo with her. 

"Are you alright?" I asked. 

My prick lubricated with her juices and my come slipped easily in and out. 

"It feels really nice. Just don't be rough." 

I moved as gently as I could. Reveling in the feeling of warmth and tightness as her anal ring and tube gripped me. I had to come. I quickened my pace. She groaned. Her ring gripping me even more tightly. I was there. My prick jerked inside her, spraying my come over her insides. I withdrew slowly. I looked at her anus. It remained open. The ring stretched. I could see my come inside her. Gradually it closed. I lay on my back. She snuggled up to me, head on my shoulder. I put one arm around her. We both looked down at my dwindling prick. The tip stained with her shit. 

"Oh, I'm sorry." She sounded quite upset. 

"Don't be silly. You're wonderful." There was some dock leaf's growing to my side. I pulled some up. Wetting my prick with saliva I wiped it with the leaves, not doing to bad a job cleaning it even if I say so myself. 

"I'm going to have to go." Jenny squirmed by my side.

"There are no toilets around here." I pointed out the obvious. " Do it by the hedge, nobody can see." 

"You can." 

"But we're engaged." 

"There are some things a girl likes to keep to herself if you don't mind. I haven't any paper." 

"Use a dock leaf." 

"Um. All right, but this time you will not look. Turn on your side away from me." She stood up. 

I turned over. I heard her walk a few paces away. Then, the sound of the tearing of plants. A few seconds silence followed by the hissing of her piss, the rasping of a fart and a low groan. 

"Are you alright?" I was concerned. I could hear her breathing heavily.

"Don't look.

I'm fine now." I caught a faint smell of shit. 

Then she was back. 

"Let's get away from here." 

Chapter 4

Back at camp I told Skip and Jane the mechanics comments. 

"Oh, don't worry." Jane laughed. "They said that in England before we came." 

Skip passed a hand over his face. 

"Keep a close watch on the temperature gauge. Any problems find a garage and ring the docks. I'll get you the number." 

After lunch we loaded the mini bus with the tent Jane had used, sleeping bags, unused tinned rations, torches, ropes and other bits and pieces. Skip decided that we should leave first so that they would spot us on route if we had any problems. Within a few miles I could hear a high pitched whining developing in the engine compartment. The engine temperature began to climb, I slowed, it steadied then began rising again. I limped the vehicle into the next town and pulled in at the garage. 

"I heard you coming," said the mechanic. "Didn't last long did it?" 

"No," I agreed. "Can you fix it." "Not got that part I'm afraid." "Can you get one?" 

"My cousins coming on the ferry from Liverpool tonight. If I ask him he will pick one up for us. I'm picking him up in the morning from the ferry anyway so we should be back in time to fit it for you to catch tomorrows ferry." 

The bus carrying the remainder of our Troops pulled in and Skip and Jane climbed down. We explained the problem and after much discussion and telephone calling it were agreed that we would remain with the bus and catch the morning ferry to Liverpool. Carole assured us that she had an Aunt not far from Liverpool who would be only too glad to put us up the following night. The garage mechanic told us we could pitch our tent in the field behind. Skip paid in advance for the repair and gave us an extra ten pounds for expenses and fuel. I told him not to worry we'd be back on Sunday afternoon. 

With Jane's final words, "remember, you sleep in the minibus and the girls sleep in the tent", they were off. 

"The pub will do some sandwiches for you later if you're hungry. The Café is closed now and I'm shutting up for the night. You'd better have an early night, you need to be up and packed by seven." 

The mechanic closed his doors and drove off in the direction of Belfast. We pitched the tent on the common land behind the garage then went to the local pub in search of something to eat. I had a pint of Guinness and the girls had soft drinks as the landlord produced what he could in the way of sandwiches. The Guinness was good so I had a second. 

Jenny let them study her ring again and after we had finished eating led us to the Jewelers shop and pointed out where it had lain in the window. Carole said. "You lucky thing." 

Which brought a, "You've got me, you don't want to worry about things like that," from Jo. 

A look crossed Carole's face. Perhaps she wasn't as committed to their relationship as Jo was? It would be interesting to learn a little more about them. We went back to the pub and this time the girls joined me in drinking Guinness. The pub began filling with locals. We shooed away a couple of the more rampant males, told the story of why we were there and were soon accepted as if we had lived there all of our lives. Stories were told, songs were sung and I admit to being more than a little pissed when I left. It was dark; a solitary lamp lit the street on our way back to the tent. I walked hand in hand with Jenny, I helped her when she stumbled, and she helped me. Jo and Carole were singing a sad song, softly. Supporting each other as they walked. 

"I need a wee," I said as we entered the field with the tent. 

"Okay then." Jenny giggled. I went towards the hedge, still holding Jenny's hand. I stood still and unbuttoned my fly. I took out my prick. Soft and shriveled. 

"Poor little thing." Jenny rested her head on my shoulder, looking down. "Let me hold it." 

She took it in her hand as I started to piss. 

"Oh, look at that." 

She giggled like a child, waving my prick, creating arcs of liquid in the air. 

"What are you doing?" Jo and Carole stood at my other side. "Oh, Paul's having a wee." 

"I need one now." Carole speaking. 

"So do I." Jo. 

"Me too." Jenny. 

I'd finished. Jenny shook the drips from the end of my prick and let it go. I put it away. Jenny took her knickers off and handed them to me. 

"Guard them with your life." She lisped. "Come on girls, get 'um off. We've seen him, let's show him what we can do." 

Jo and Carole looked at each other. Jo shook her head. 

Carole said, "well I am." and she removed her knickers and handed them to me. 

The girls lifted their skirts and crouched side by side. I could hear the hiss of their piss and the splash as it hit the ground. They finished and stood up. 

We all looked at Jo. 

"Oh, alright." I collected a third pair of knickers. Jo didn't crouch. Holding her skirt high above her waist she used the first two fingers of her right hand to open her fanny lips. The same hiss as she went. The liquid shooting out almost as far as mine had. 

"I must try that." Said Jenny hoisting her skirt above her waist, Carole did the same but they were both empty and only produced dribbles. 

"Damn." Jenny disappointed. I looked around at the three fannies exposed to me. My prick didn't even twitch. Suddenly everybody was embarrassed. Dropping their skirts Jo and Carole hurried to the tent. Jenny just stood and grinned at me. 

"Engagement present." she said. She took two paces and collapsed in my arms. I picked her up. She was so light. 

"Time for bed." I whispered into her hair. 

"Mmm," a contented sound. 

I carried her into the tent. A modern 8 by 12 metal-framed tent, lightweight canvas and aluminum poles. Six feet three inches headroom in the middle. I caught sight of Carole's bare ass disappearing into her sleeping bag at the far end in the light of Jo's torch. Two sleeping bags lay side by side just inside the doorway. 

"Jenny set them up before we went out." Jo shined the light at my feet. "She said you had better stay here to protect us." 

"I'd better do that then." 

I removed Jenny's clothes and put her into a sleeping bag. Jo watched while I did this but switched the light off when I started to undress. I got into a sleeping bag naked, lay back and put my arm around Jenny. The world started to spin. The ground felt as if it was moving. I opened my eyes. It slowed. I closed them; the world was in turmoil again. I opened my eyes. It stopped. I lay there; eyes open, for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear the breathing of the girls, sighs in their sleep, an occasional rasp as air escaped their backsides. 

Much the same as in a male tent. 

Chapter 5

I reached for Jenny when I woke but she wasn't there. 

Dawn was breaking; I looked at my watch, six o'clock. Jo and Carole were still in their sleeping bags. Carole was watching me. 

"Hallo." I said. 

Good God, was that my mouth? It was furry and dry. 

Carole had turned away and hid her head in her sleeping bag. 

"Go away, Paul, I want to get up." 

I found my clothes slipped on my underpants, trousers, socks and shoes and left the tent. Jenny crouched at a small Primus stove heating water in a kettle. She didn't look well. 

"Oh. I had a funny dream." She said with some difficulty. 

"I couldn't find my knickers this morning." 

I took them from my pocket and handed them to her. She looked at them, then at me and said. 

"Oh no. How could you let me?" 

Carole came slowly from the tent wearing blouse and skirt. I offered her their knickers. She snatched them and hurried back into the tent. I could hear low voices from inside. 

The water boiled and Jenny spooned some tea directly into the kettle. Pouring the tea into tin mugs she added milk from a bottle. 

"I heard the milk man delivering. We met him in the pub last night. He gave me a pint." 

I drank my tea sitting next to Jenny. Jo and Carole came out of the tent dressed, they accepted a mug of tea each and sat opposite us avoiding looking at me. The tea perked me up no end. When we had finished we hurriedly struck tent and reloaded the mini bus. I suggested to Jenny that we go for a walk. Jo and Carole just wanted to sit in the mini bus and die. At the back of the field was a stile over a low stone wall. Climbing this, a narrow path led between trees down into a steep sided valley at the bottom of which there was a fast flowing stream. At one point the stream turned leaving a still pool of clear water. I stopped for piss. 

Jenny wouldn't hold it this time

"Fancy a swim." I said. 

She groaned but followed me. 

The Sun was above the horizon, cutting through the remains of the early morning mist. A large flat stone lay at the side of the pool. I stood on this and quickly removed my clothes. Crouching I splashed water over my arms and shoulders. I got into the water. It was cold. I could feel my balls contract. Trying to climb up inside my body. I had difficulty catching my breath. 

"Come on in. It's great." 

Jenny crouched and splashed some water on her face. 

"It feels a bit cold." She said doubtfully. 

"Come on, we haven't long." She reluctantly undressed, continually looking around her.

I lay back in the water watching her. 

"Nobody will see you." I reassured her. 

Finally she was naked. She looked wonderful. 

Despite the cold I could feel myself getting hard. She got into the water; it hardly covered her pubic hair. "Oh. It's cold, it's cold." 

Jumping up and down on the spot. One second her fanny was in the water the next out, her pubic hairs first flowing in the water then sticking to her abdomen. She sank down until her shoulders were covered then leapt up. Her nipples were standing out, hard. 

"It's bloody freezing." 

I was fully erect. I stood up and went to her. She looked first at my face then at my prick. 

"Do you think we should?" 

"Yes." I replied. 

I took her in my arms and kissed her. My hands went down her back feeling her ass cheeks, lifting and pulling. She felt my own ass, pulling me to her.

"You smell of beer." She turned her head away but still held onto me. Her own breath wasn't too good this morning. 

She turned away and hurried to the rock slab pulling me behind. I watched her ass cheeks open and close as she moved. She climbed from the water and lay on her back legs open, water running from her legs, ass and fanny. I lay on top of her. 

"Don't come inside." She said, guiding my prick to her entrance. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 03



It felt cold there. She rubbed me up and down her slit, adjusting her hips. I pushed forward, it wouldn't go in. I pushed again, I felt her open, my prick forcing an entrance. She gasped. I sank deep inside her, feeling the sudden warmth of her hole. 

"It's feels cold." She whispered. I started moving faster; her hole became warmer, slipperier. I could feel pain in my knees from the hard rock. I ignored it and continued to pump in and out. I withdrew, shooting my come over her pubic hair, navel and stomach. I took my weight on one hand and stroked my prick with the other bringing out the last drops of sperm, dropping them on her. 

"If you've finished it's time to go". Carole and Jo stood looking down from the path above. 

Chapter 6

The ferry had docked early, the minibus was fixed and we were on our way again. Jenny sat red faced and quiet on the seat in the front next to me as I drove into Belfast. 

"It's okay. I don't suppose they actually saw anything." I tried to reassure her. 

"We saw everything." Jo's voice from the back. 

Jenny went redder and buried her head in her hands. 

"Let's not mention it again, please." 

A loud rasping fart came from the back. 

"Jo!" It was Carole speaking. 

"That Beer really messes up my guts." 

Another fart.

The smell of the first one drifted to my nose. 

A short, high-pitched squeak of a fart followed. 

Jo said, "Carole, how dare you." 

"Sorry everybody." She called from the back.

I could feel my own pressure building up and secretly lifted one ass cheek. I relaxed my anus and added my smell to the by now heavy atmosphere inside the minibus. Jenny squirmed on the next seat. I heard the gurgling of her intestines then she breathed out heavily and smiled to herself. The smell intensified. We were approaching the tickets collection post at the docks. I pulled to a halt and rolled the window. The ticket collector came to the door to collect our tickets and quickly took a step backwards. 

"Phew. That's a bit ripe." 

He looked at his millboard. Another noise from the back. 

"That's right. You missed last nights ferry. You were lucky we could get you on this one." 

He handed my copy of the ticket to me at arm length. 

"Follow the signs." 

On board our first port of call were the toilets. We gathered in the forward lounge for a cup of tea and then Jenny and I went promenading. The boat was crowded. We walked along the side of the ship, lifeboats dangling to one side, until we reached the passenger viewing area at the stern. Open seating for some forty to fifty people with stairway leading upward to a smaller area on the deck above. We were now on a level with the Bridge. There were 'crew only' signs on doors leading forward. I sat on the end of a long bench opposite the stairs and pulled Jenny onto my knees. She squirmed her bottom into a comfortable position and then proceeded to explore my mouth with her tongue. She tasted minty. 

"You taste nice." She had placed her shoulder bag on the floor between my legs. 

She picked it up, placed it on her lap and opened it. She put her hand inside. 

"I brought my tooth brush and toothpaste." She removed her hand and showed them to me. 

"You still taste of beer." 

She squeezed some toothpaste onto her index finger and placed it against my lips. 

"Open wide," she urged. 

I open my mouth and she started rubbing the toothpaste along my front teeth slowly massaging it into my gums. 

"Must look after your teeth." She said. She was becoming engrossed. Tilting my head first this way, then that. She began rubbing the inside of my gums. I could feel my prick rising, hear my breathing becoming heavier. She noticed, looked into my eyes and sucked on my nose. I could smell the mint on her breath, taste the mint in my mouth. I shifted in my seat. She let one of her hands slip between us until it came into contact with my prick. She ran her fingertips up and down its length. Stroking me. A little more pressure then a little less. 

She whispered in my ear. "I'm not wearing any knickers." 

My prick leapt. She looked around, so did I. There were six others on this part of the deck all looking over the back rail towards the Belfast and the Northern Ireland coast. Jenny unzipped my trousers and pulled out my prick. She quickly stood up and lifted her skirt, her three-quarter length, free flowing wrap around, above her backside at the rear. She began sitting back down. She reached behind her and took hold of my prick. She guided it against her fanny lips and sank down. I entered her. She sat sideways to me. Raised one foot onto the bench next to me she lent backwards. I supported her back. She pushed her skirt down between her legs at the front and sighed. 

"I hope you realise I will never forgive you if we are caught." She kissed me. She rocked slowly backwards and forwards. My prick moving inside her. A shadowy figure loomed over us. I looked up. It was the Captain. 

"Good morning." He said. We froze, Jenny's hole contracting around my prick so tightly it hurt. 

"I hope you are enjoying the sailing." 

"Very much so." I replied through gritted teeth. 

"Would you like to come and see the bridge?" He asked. 

"Not just at the moment, perhaps later." 

"Well perhaps I'll see you again. Good morning." 

He was off, walking to the next group of passengers. My prick wanted to shrink but Jenny's hole still gripped it. 

"Phew. That was close." Jenny breathed at me. 

She relaxed her legs, opening them slightly, allowing me to slip from her. 

"Oh." She was disappointed. 

"Well what do you expect?" I felt embarrassed. 

"Let's just not move for a bit." 

She lay her head on my shoulder and ran her fingers through my hair. She placed one hand on the small of my back working her fingers into the waistband of my trousers, inside my underpants. One finger found the crack between my ass cheeks and began worming its way towards my anus. I slipped one hand up the back searching for her back entrance. She shifted on my legs giving me access. I found her anus and gently rubbed it. My prick grew, standing up between her thighs rubbing against her pubic mound. She closed her thighs around it, the tip showing as a small mound in the material of her skirt. She put one hand on her lap fingers touching the top of my prick. She stroked the top of it just moving my foreskin. I pushed my finger against her anus, seeking entry. 

"Ow. Don't. I'm too dry." 

I went back to rubbing it then exploring forward seeking her fanny entrance. I found it. Wet; soft and warm. I managed to get the tip of my finger inside. I pulled it back, it came away wet. I rubbed it against her anus. Back to her fanny, back to her anus. This time when I pushed against her anus I felt it resist, then open, allowing my finger entry to midway between the first and second knuckle. I pulled back to the entrance then pushed it in again. It was moving easier. Jenny lent her cheek against my forehead and sighed.

"That's so nice." She looked around then stroked my prick faster. 

I came, coming between her skirt and pubic hair, matting one staining the other. 

Jenny said. "I'll stand up slowly. Put it away." I removed my finger as she rose. 

She stood pulling the material of her skirt from her hips allowing it to settle naturally. I quickly slipped my shrinking prick into my flies and did them up. I stood up behind her a put my arms around her waist. She pushed her ass into my crutch and wriggled it. 

"That feels nice." She said over her shoulder. 

"Mmm." Was all that I could reply. 

The coast of Ulster was fading into the distance so the other passengers began leaving the rail at the rear of the ship and started looking for seats. 

"Let's go." Jenny said. "It's getting crowded." 

We went back to the forward lounge on the deck below. Stopping on route to visit the toilets. Jo and Carole had secured a window table with bench seats. I was sent to get sandwiches and coffees whilst they arranged the seating. When I returned Jo and Carole sat next to each other whilst Jenny sat alone next to the window. I put down the tray and sat down. Everybody helped themselves, leaving me with a round of cheese and pickle. We chatted as we ate and drank. Everybody avoiding the subject of Tommy and broom handles. After we had finished Jenny announced she was going to have a little sleep and rolled up her cardigan and placed it on my lap. She lay her head on it and taking my hand in hers she placed my arm across her chest, under her breasts. Jo made a pillow from her jumper and placed it against the window resting her head upon it. 

Carole looked at me. 

"Jenny's very lucky." 

"I know." Jenny's voice came sleepily from my lap. 

Carole smiled; she really was a most attractive girl. I had never really looked at her before and as I did I could feel my prick growing. Jenny must have felt it as she put a hand beneath her cardigan and gently squeezed my balls. She was too tired. Within a few minutes her hand fell away and her breathing became deeper. 

"I wouldn't have thought that you and Jo were........" I stopped. 

I couldn't think of a word to use. 'Lesbian' seemed so clinical. 

"I'm not really." 

Slowly she told me her story. How she had had boyfriends. How each one had let her down in someway. How she'd got a reputation as an easy lay after one party as she was passed from one boy to another when they'd got her drunk. Jo had been there and when she found out what had been happening had taken her to her parents. She'd helped her shower and taken her to her bed. That first night Jo hadn't done anything and for the first time she felt safe in bed with somebody. She knew of Jo's reputation but didn't believe it as she knew Jo had been out with boys herself. None of the local boys had seemed to want to know her after that party. But Jo was always there for her. One night she had gone to Jo's house. Her parents were away, they were alone. Too many bottles of wine and too many sad songs on the record player. She had felt angry and frustrated. One thing led to another. 

She was close to tears. All I could do was smile and hold out my hand to her. 

She took it between her and smiled at me through her tears. 

"You're so easy to talk to." 

She placed her cardigan against Jo's shoulder, rested her head on it and closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep. 

My prick was solid. 

I leaned back imagining her, naked from the waist down, being fucked first on her back then on her front, the boys queuing to gang bang her. 

Imagining one in her mouth one in her fanny. The figure seven had been mentioned. Seven times or seven different people. I closed my eyes thinking of her naked on a bed with Jo between her legs lapping at her fanny. I felt suddenly jealous. Then sad for Carole. 

Jenny stirred her hand in contact with my prick. I had to have her someway. I looked around. We were in a corner of the lounge. The occupants of the other seats mostly seemed asleep or in a mid-afternoon stupor. I pulled up her skirt. I could see her thighs. I looked around again. Nobody even glanced in our direction. I pulled it up further. The top of her thighs, the roundness of her buttock. I reached across and felt it. Moving my hand behind her I felt for her ass crack. I located her anus and began to rub. Jenny's head moved. I felt her fingers unzipping me, with difficulty getting my prick out. It was as if she could feel my urgency. She popped her head above the level of the table and looked around. Her hand stroking me as she asked. 

"Is it safe?" 

"Yes. Oh yes." 

There could have been a hundred people watching. 

My prick entered the warmth of her mouth, her lips closing tightly around it. Moving up and down fingers holding the base and my balls. I tried to push into her, to fuck her mouth. Her head kept moving. Her tongue pressed against my prick. Pressing against me. Her lips tightened, my prick swelled. Then I was there. My come shooting into her mouth, down her throat. She gagged, spluttered then sat up. We both looked across. Straight into Carole's eyes. She looked so sad. Jenny reached across and took her hand. 

"What's wrong?" 

"It's you and Paul, so happy together. Jo and me. What do I do." 

"What's up." Jo had awoken. "Why are you crying?" 

Carole was now. 

"I don't want us to do it any more." Carole stared straight ahead at a spot above my shoulder. 

"Yes you do. It's just being with them." Looking at Jenny and me. 

She held my hand under the table. 

"Touchy, touchy, kissy, kissy all the time. Shagging in public. Not caring whom sees. You will be alright when were on our own again." 

"No Jo. I mean it. No more." 

Tears were welling in Jo's eyes. She looked at Carole, then at me. 

"It's all your fault. I wish we'd left you to Tom." She burst into tears. 

"I haven't done anything." I protested. 

"Oh Paul." Jenny put her arms around my neck, tears running down her cheeks. 

"You really do not understand. Carole likes you a lot. Almost as much as me." 

"I haven't tried..." I stumbled for words. 

"Of course you haven't, you frog. Sometimes you don't have to try." 

"What happens next?" 

Chapter 7

We had to cue to pass through the locks into Liverpool docks. We had eaten again before disembarking. Driving from the docks we took the main road east. Carole sat in the front with Jenny and me; Jo sat on her own in the back occasionally sobbing. We passed the turning to the South, passed the Manchester turnings and, following Carole's directions, drove up onto the moors on the Lancashire/Yorkshire borders. We stopped at a petrol station to make phone calls. Carole was the last back to the minibus. 

"Strange, my Aunts left her phone off the hook." 

We bought the local evening paper. Jenny had taken over the driving. I read the front page. 

'The Panther has escaped from Manchester prison.' Michael Small, aka 'The Panther' a convicted rapist had escaped from Manchester Prison, the public should be aware, not approach, etc. Tucked away on an inside page, 'Panther sited on moors.' Reports had been received of a large cat seen on the moors. Farmers had reported some sheep losses.

"Dangerous times we live in." I said after reading aloud the main points of the stories. On Carole's direction we turned off the main road taking a narrow track with steep ditches on either side. We turned left at a crossroads; we came to a gate off to the left and stopped. 

"Open the gate, Paul." Carole pointed ahead. 

"You can see the farm." 

About a quarter of a mile ahead. Bright lights in the gathering gloom. I got down and opened the gate, Jenny drove through. I climbed in. We drove off. 

"Did you shut the gate?" Carole asked.

"Oh sorry, I didn't." 

"There's no turning place except in front of the house." 

"Stop the bus and I'll walk back and do it. You carry on up to the house. It's only a five minute walk." 

Jenny stopped the bus and I got out, carefully, the ditch was steep and deep. I walked the two hundred yards back to the gate and closed it. The wind was picking up and cloud cover increasing. It looked like rain. I started walking briskly back to the farmhouse. I heard something cough behind me. I turned around. There was nothing there. Perhaps I had imagined it. I walked on. Another sound. Low, guttural. I turned. Nothing there. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising. I suddenly felt cold. I walked faster. I had the feeling something was watching me. I was sweating. I knew something was there. Another sound almost calling me back. How suddenly it had become dark. The first spots of rain landed on my face. I looked ahead. Was I only halfway there? I couldn't walk any faster but I wasn't going to run. Another cough, closer this time. I ran. I reached the illusion of safety cast by a light on the side of the farmhouse. I stopped to catch my breath. I was sheltered here. I looked around but could see nothing at first. I suddenly caught the movement of a shadow from the corner of my eye. It disappeared behind the barn opposite the farmhouse. Or had I imagined it? 

I could hear the sound of raised voices coming from the farmhouse. I slipped around the corner, into the driving rain and looked through the window. A man in his mid forties was sitting tied to a chair. There was blood running from his nose and mouth and one eye was almost closed by swelling. A naked woman, also in her forties, was sitting on the floor by his side, hands tied behind her back, tears streaking her face. Jenny and Jo were sitting down, on the opposite side of a large table, arms tied behind their backs and a rope tying them to the chairs. A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of Jo's mouth. Carole stood with her back to my window slowly removing her clothes. Her blouse, her skirt, her bra and finally her knickers were forming a pathetic little heap at her feet. As she moved I could catch site of a man at the far end of the room. He was holding a shotgun. Carole was naked. Her long hair falling below her shoulders. The curve of her spine. Her buttocks fuller and rounder then Jenny's. The crevice between them leading to wisps of pubic hair between her open thighs. She must have been told to raise her hands above her head, because she did running them through her hair. I don't know what the effect was from the front but it was wonderful from behind. I could feel myself becoming hard. 

She must have been told to turn around. She faced the window; leaning forward from the waist she reached behind and pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her holes to all in the room. I had to think. I looked away. What could I do? Jenny had the minibus keys. It could be miles to the next farm and there was something out there. 

I looked back inside. Jo said something. The man moved behind her and I got my first good look at him. He was shorter than I was. Smaller all round. A thin pointed face with an unshaven chin. Her wore dark blue trousers and a light blue shirt. His eyes were wide with lust. He had Carole lie on her back on the stone slabs. I could see her shiver as her skin came into contact with them. He untied some of Jo's restraints. Leaving her hands tied behind her back he stood her up. He put the shotgun on the table and began feeling her breasts. A look of revulsion spread over her face but she stood her ground. As he began undoing her skirt she tried to fight back flinging her head backward at him. He brought his knee up, between her legs from behind. She cried out and he pushed her onto her face on the table. With one hand he pressed her to the table whilst he finished undoing her skirt and pushed it to the ground. Her knickers followed. I could hear them begging him not to do it. He looked at Carole naked on the floor as he undid his flies and took out his hard prick. I heard him say to Carole. 

"You're next." 

As he pushed forward against Jo. 

At first he couldn't penetrate her. He pulled back and kicked her feet further apart. Using both hands he spread her ass cheeks and lunged forward again. This time he was in. Jo arched her back and cried with pain. He pulled her hips back forcing her ass into his groin as he pounded into her. Ignoring her cries. Carole made as if to rise but he said something to her that stopped her. He must have come deep inside Jo as he collapsed for a second onto her back. Had I been prepared that could have been the moment to act. Almost before the thought occurred to me the moment was lost. He pulled out of Jo and wiped his prick over her ass cheeks. Taking her by the arm he pulled her to where Carole lay naked on the floor. He said something that made Carole open her legs wide. 

I could almost see inside her. I must think of something. 

He forced Jo to her knees between Carole's legs. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 03



He kicked her in the back and she fell forward head on Carole's fanny. She started licking it, ass in the air. 

He looked down. 

I could see Jo's fanny lips still open from his fuck. He went to the table and picked up the shotgun. He stood behind Jenny and felt her breasts. Jenny squirmed but was held tight by the rope above and below her breasts. He undid the bow at the side of her skirt and pulled it open. She wasn't wearing knickers so he had sight of her pubic hair disappearing between her closed thighs. He forced his hand between her legs, feeling her fanny. He removed his hand and put his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. Picking up a chair he sat behind Jo's raised backside. He lent forward in his seat and with the fingers of one hand spread her ass cheeks. I could see the tight round hole of her anus the lips of her fanny. He placed the barrels of the shotgun sideways to her fanny and pushed. She screamed as it penetrated her. She tried to get to her feet and I heard him say. 

"If I'm caught they will never let me out again. Do as I say or I'll kill your friends. It make's no difference to me now. I killed one man getting out. Keep licking." 

Jo placed her mouth against Carole's fanny and licked. He placed the shotgun against Jo's fanny again and pushed. She arched her back as the weapon penetrated her. One inch, two inches, three inches. He took his prick out and began stroking himself. He moved the shotgun in and out of Jo's fanny. Then he turned it 90 degrees. Jo screamed. He rammed it in and out a few times then removed it. He told Jo to turn around. With difficulty she turned on her knees to face him. The barrels of the shotgun, glistening with her juices and blood he placed against her lips. 

"Suck it Bitch." He commanded. 

I could see the tears streaming down her face as she opened her mouth to allow it entry. Again voices were raised begging him to stop. He stood up and dragged Jo onto his chair sitting her down. He came towards the sink unit under the window. I ducked down out of sight. I could hear a low growl. I look around, hair on end. I could see nothing. I looked back into the window. He was forcing Carole up the open staircase at the far end of the room by ramming the shotgun barrels between her ass cheeks. He carried a number of lengths of rope. 

I tried the door handle. It wasn't locked. It creaked as I opened it. Not a sound that you'd notice normally but tonight it sounded like a hundred trumpets hitting a hundred wrong notes at once. 

They were calling up the stairs, begging him not to do it. He must be enjoying them begging him, as he hadn't gagged them. They all stopped as I entered the room and starred at me. I indicated that they continue calling, Jenny was the first to start. Her voice alone. 

"Don't you worry. You're next." He called from above. 

I opened a drawer by the sink and found a knife. I quickly cut Jenny's bonds, then Jo's. I urged them to keep calling. I slipped around the table and cut Carole's Aunts and Uncles. He had been badly beaten and I could see I wouldn't be getting too much help from him. 

Jenny was standing by my side. She kissed me. I looked up the stairs. I had to try and get the shotgun. She gave my arm a squeeze calling up the stairs all the time. I motioned to them to get back into their chairs in case he looked out and started climbing the stairs. 

I heard Carole scream from the bedroom. I heard him laugh. I crept to the open bedroom door. I could hear Carole crying, then moaning in pain. I looked inside. Carole was kneeling on the bed; hands stretched out in front of her, tied to the metal framed headboard. Another rope was tied around her throat, the loose end in his hand. He knelt behind her, pumping himself in and out of her. First her fanny, then her ass. She moaned when he was in her fanny and cried out when he was in her ass. The shotgun lay on the bed by the side of them. He was quickening his strokes, nearing orgasm. He pulled from her fanny and thrust deep into her anus as he came. Carole arched her back and cried out. 

"Please stop. Please. Please." 

This was my chance; Jenny would be next if I didn't take it. 

Two paces and I was at the foot of the bed. 

Another half second and my hand was on the shotgun. He saw the movement and reached to hold the barrels as I pulled the weapon towards me. He wrenched himself from Carole's anus, still coming. Shooting sperm over her ass and the bedding. Carole cried out in pain as he left her ass. Then we were both standing, straining against each other, struggling for possession of the shotgun. His prick dangled from his trousers, wet with juices of Carole's fanny, blood from her ass and his own come. The thought that Jenny would be next gave me strength. I pulled backwards, hitting the doorframe, stumbling into the corridor, to the top of the stairs. He leapt at me trying to hit me in the face with his forehead. I jerked back, hitting the handrail and alling down the stairs. He fell with me. I felt my foot catch in the stair rods. I'm sure I heard it crack. I felt as if somebody was running a red-hot iron up my leg. It stopped my progress down the stairs. He continued. Losing his grip on the shotgun and landing, rolling over at the foot of the stairs. 

The pain in my leg was excruciating. I lay head down on the stairs. I saw him rise. 

I pointed the shotgun at him. He turned and ran a comical sight with his prick dangling from his trousers. 

He ran past Jenny and Jo, through the doorway and into the night. Jenny, still naked from the waist down, leapt to the door behind him and threw the bolts. Jenny came to me and took the shotgun from my hands. 

Passing it to Jo she cradled my head in her lap. I could smell her, warm and musty. 

Carole appeared at the top of the stairs still naked, eyes wide, face streaked with tears. 

"Where is he?" She asked looking wildly from side to side. 

"He's gone." Jenny replied. "Jo keep watch. Carole help me get Paul out of this." 

She was brisk, businesslike in her tone. Carole's Aunt squeezed past us on the stairs and held her for a few seconds. 

"Come on. It's over. Let's look after your friend." 

"Oh, Aunt Dorothy." Carole burst into tears. 

"Time for that later. We've got things to do." 

They were as gentle as possible but the pain was intense. I hopped, supported by Jenny one side and Carole the other to one of the chairs by the table. Sitting down my foot was lifted gently and placed in Jenny's lap. A bowl of water and some cloths were placed on the table. Dorothy began bathing her husband face, clearing away the blood. Jenny dropped a cloth into the water and placed it on my foot and ankle. Carole dressed then took the shotgun from Jo whilst she found her skirt and knickers. Carole took over the bathing of her Uncles wounds and Dorothy pulled on her Jeans and a thin Jumper, her bra and knickers remained on he floor. She handed Jenny her skirt. Jenny looked at my face. Concern written on hers. 

"Are you alright?" She asked. 

"It's getting better now." I replied, and it was. 

I began to tremble as reaction set in. Jenny held my hand. 

"What do we do now?" Jo from the window. 

"Does the telephone still work?" I asked.

It was screwed to the wall by a doorway leading off into what I imagined was the living room. The receiver hung by its wire. Carole picked it up.

"It's dead."

"We will have to wait here till morning." Carole's Uncle said, speaking slowly. 

"How do you feel?" Asked Dorothy. 

"Pain in my chest." He wheezed. 

"He kept hitting him with the shotgun, chest and stomach and face. Even after I let him do what he wanted to me. Dave told me not to but he was hitting him so hard." 

"We would all do the same." Jenny smiled at her. "Jo and Carole did." 

"He was an animal." Jo said from the window. "Did he hurt you?" She said to Carole. 

"Like nothing I have ever felt before." 

"I hope he comes back." Jo said grimly. 

"We had better barricade ourselves into this room for the night. We have food and water, he's outside with nothing." I said. "I am sure there is something else out there." 

"What do you mean?" Asked Jenny. 

I told them of my walk back from the gate. 

Copyright 1999 by Paul. 

The Adventures of Paul and Jenny. 

by Paul

Part Two.

The pain in my ankle had receded to a dull throb. With Jenny's help I moved to a chair at the end of the table nearest the window. The Shotgun I placed on the table close at hand.

I could hear glass smashing in the barn.

Jenny pulled up a chair for my ankle and another for herself. We sat close together holding hands.

Carole's Uncle did not look well. Little bubbles of blood were appearing at his lips. Jo went upstairs and collected some blankets and pillows. There was a key in the lock of the door leading to the bedrooms, which she turned. The door to the living room opened into the kitchen. Taking a sweeping brush she wedged it between the door and the leg of the kitchen table.

"I feel a bit more secure now." She said.

"Shush." I said. "I can hear somebody moving outside."

We were all quiet straining our ears to pick up any sound.

Suddenly the door of the mini bus opened and I heard the engine start.

"Did you leave the keys inside?" I asked Jenny.

"Yes. I suppose I did." She looked as if she would cry.

The mini bus was driven away.

"Don't cry. It was the best thing to do." I put my arm around her. "We're free of him."

I looked out of the window.

Something caught the corner of my eye. Something moving away, through the rain, down the track. I heard a distant sound I couldn't place. Then there was silence.

"Where are your car keys." I asked Dorothy. I could see a Ford Cortina's nose sticking out of the old barn door.

"I have a set in my hand bag." Hurrying to her handbag on the Welsh Dresser she handed me the keys.

I turned to Jenny. "Do you think you could go and get the car?"

"I'll go with her." Said Jo.

"Thank you." I said. "Take the shotgun. I don't believe there is anything out there but if you're uncertain about anything come straight back."

They unbolted the door and slipped out into the driving rain. The both looked around then hurried across the cobbles to the car. They stepped out of sight into the barn. Within a minute they were running back to the farmhouse.

They slammed and bolted the door behind them.

"Well. You're right. There's nothing out there." Jo said. "He's wrecked the car. 

All the tyres are flat and the engine won't even turn." 

"Did you check under the bonnet." I asked.

"No. We thought we'd better get back."

"You're sure there was nothing out there."

"Only shadows and our imaginations." Jenny said looking at Jo.

"Never mind we will be safe here tonight."

"Dave, Dave, speak to me." Dorothy's voice came from the other side of the table. 

Jenny, Jo and Carole ran to her side. Dave had lapsed into unconsciousness.

I could see from where I was he was in a bad way.

"Somebody must go for help." Jenny looked around. "It had better be me."

"No." I said.

"It makes sense, Dorothy shouldn't go. Just in case he came back Jo and Carole are bigger than me and would be more help. We haven't time to argue."

I looked around. She was right. Dorothy should stay with her husband. Carole looked on the point of a nervous breakdown so Jo would be help with her. Jo was as strong as most men and would be invaluable if anything did happen. But did it have to be Jenny. It was the only option.

She kissed me.

"As you said, he's long gone. We could see nothing else out there. Ah, the rains stopped. Which is the best way to go?" She directed this question at Dorothy.

"The nearest house is the Rogers Farm. That's Mr Rogers and his two sons. They are fairly rough people but I think they have a phone. Turn left at the top of the lane about half a mile along and it's on the right hand side. These are their sheep in these fields. Should you miss it for any reason just keep on going for two miles and you'll come to the main road where you'll be able to flag somebody down."

Jenny kissed me again and putting on her cardigan walked to the door.

"Bolt it after me." She said to Jo. She blew me a final kiss and she was gone to everybody's shouts of good luck.

Jo stood by the door watching until she was out of sight then closed and bolted it.

"Nothing to do now but wait." She said sitting beside Carole and putting her arm around her shoulders. Carole shrugged her off and moved to where Dorothy was kneeling beside Dave. 

Between them they made a bed of sorts from the blankets and pillows. Calling to Jo for help they gently lay Dave down; Dorothy sat on the flagstones by his head. Carole put the kettle on. Put milk into four cups. Made the tea and poured it. Distributed it, ignoring our thanks and sat down by my side and burst into tears. I put my arm around her and held her tight. I could see a look of disappointment followed by realisation on Jo's face. I thought she was going to burst into tears herself. 

She sat at the far end of the table, turned her back to us, and studied the stairs. 

Carole's crying subsided and she rested her head on my shoulder.

We remained like this, as if in a tableau, for twenty minutes.

I think Carole had fallen asleep.

I saw something move outside. The figure of a short man carrying what looked like a hand axe ran across the yard into the barn.

"Wake up Carole." I said gently shaking her. "I think Small is back." 

She sat upright immediately, fear in her eyes. 

"Go and sit with Jo." I told her.

The lights from the kitchen made seeing what was happening outside difficult.

I turned to look into the room.

Three faces, lined with worry and fear looked. 

"What's happened to Jenny?" Dorothy asked the question I didn't want to hear.

I could see Small throwing pieces of wood out of the barn, on either side of the door, towards us. A couple of straw bails were opened and followed.

"What's he doing?" Jo asked.

"I'm not sure." I replied. "He's making some sort of pathway towards us." 

I picked up the shotgun. Everything went quiet. 

There were no more movements from the barn.

Fifteen minutes, perhaps more passed. 

Something large and black was moving along the wall of the barn.

It stopped at the first line of straw and boxes and sniffed. I could see it shake itself, then cross the line and enter the barn. It disappeared inside.

Two minutes later Small crept out. He carried a number of bundles of twigs and hay. Lighting one with a cigarette lighter he threw it under the car. A second he lit and threw into the barn against one of the walls. The third and forth he threw onto the lines of boxes and straw. The fifth he lit and held in his hand as he ran from the doorway towards the end of the barn.

He obviously soaked everything in petrol or something. I asked Dorothy.

"Yes. We have a couple of two-gallon cans of petrol in there. They're left over from when this was a working farm before we bought it last year."

Suddenly there was a loud explosion as the car exploded; the force shattered the windows in front of me, the glass showering me. I raised my hands, one holding the shot gun, to protect my head but I knew I'd been cut across the forehead. A flap of skin seemed to drop in front of my left eye obscuring my vision. I could feel my eye fill with blood. Then I heard it. The howl of an animal in torment. 

I looked through where the window had been and saw the large black cat running between two lines of fire towards me. I turned the shotgun in its direction but I was too slow, it was through the window and on to me. I was knocked from my chair to the ground, loosing my hold on the shotgun. I had one hand on its throat and one arm across its face trying to push it away. It shook its head and bit down on my forearm. The pressure was immense. I could feel the bones being crushed, see my blood running from its mouth.

I could hear shouting. I saw a saucepan hit the cat on its head. It sprung from me and crouching made its way towards Jo and Carole. 

The Shotgun was on the floor next to me. I picked it up, pointed it at the Panther and squeezed one of the triggers. The recoil jerked the weapon from my hand, almost dislocating my shoulder in the process. I reached to pick it up.

The main spread of shot had missed its target but enough had hit the Panther to make it howl in pain and turn to face me. With difficulty I forced the butt of the shotgun under my chest, my finger feeling for the triggers. I suddenly felt so tired. There didn't seem to be a part of my body that didn't hurt. That cat sprang, one bound, two bounds, I squeezed the trigger. The shotgun jumped beneath me. The Panther seemed to stop in mid air and was then thrust backwards as the charge caught it full in the chest from four feet. I felt so weak, I had to sleep. Where was Jenny?

Jenny's story.

The rain had nearly stopped as I left the farmhouse. I felt suddenly very alone. 

I had to go and get help. 

Small had a ten minute start so should be well away. I tried not to think of what else could be out here. Paul hadn't said so much but I think I knew it was the escaped Panther.

I crossed the yard and stopped, looking and listening.

Everything was quiet. I walked quickly down the track to the main road. I wished I'd brought a torch. It was very dark. A bush obscured the view of the entrance to the lane from the main road. Funny I hadn't noticed it when I'd driven in. I stopped. Something was behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

My mouth was suddenly very dry. I resisted the temptation to run. Or was that just with dogs. I knew nothing about big cats. Should I run, should I walk? I walked, ears straining to catch any sounds from behind me.

As I approached it the bush took on a more defined shape. Solid, angular. Like a mini bus.

All my hope seemed to drain from me. Perhaps he'd kept walking. The mini bus was nose first into the ditch. Approximately a quarter of it's length in the lane. One of the back doors was open I looked inside it was empty.

Something hit me between my shoulder blades pushing me against the closed door of the minibus.

I kicked backwards, hitting a shin. I heard swearing. I turned around. It was Small. He came at me. I clenched my fists and punched him again and again. I may as well have been hitting a brick wall for all the good it did.

He caught my wrists and pinned me against the door of the minibus pressing his body close against mine. He reeked of sweat and sex. He released one wrist to punch me in the stomach. I doubled forward as the breath left my body. I was turned and pushed headfirst through the open door. 

I fell onto the tent, hitting my shins on the step as I did so. He followed me holding me down with a hand on the back of my neck. I heard the back door slam.

"And who have we here?" Small's sneering tones. "The one I missed. Afraid you were going to miss out were you?"

"Leave me alone, let me go." I struggled but he was too strong for me. "I've got to get help."

"Shush, you'll bring the cat back. It jumped out in front of me. I should have ran it down." He looked through the windows. "Just relax, until I'm sure it's gone. Do as I say and you won't get hurt." I could feel him lift my skirt, sense his staring at my bottom.

"I saw what you did to my friends, you're a pig."

He rammed a finger between my bottom cheeks, penetrating my anus. I cried out loud in pain. He removed his finger and squeezed then pulled wide my bottom cheeks.

"Never call me names again. You heard what I said in the house. It doesn't matter to me now if I kill anybody else. Put your hands behind your back or I'll use this." I saw Paul's hand axe that he used to cut firewood placed on the canvas by my head.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 03



I felt rope around my wrists.

I could feel his hands at my skirt. Undoing the bow on either hip. I felt the sudden blast of cool air as it was pulled from me. He ran his hands under my cardigan and blouse to my breasts. I cried out as he squeezed first one then the other. He squeezed them again, harder. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself crying out. 

"You like that, do you?" 

I didn't answer.

He removed his hands and I heard him unzip himself. I felt his weight on my backside, his prick against my anus as he pushed and pushed again trying to gain entry. I could feel him shifting his weight trying for a better angle. Twice he forced the tip of his prick inside me. Each time I cried with pain. He pulled away.

"It's no bloody good like this, there's no room. I can't get it in. You're to dry." He slapped my bottom. It stung.

"Please don't. Please let me go. I beg you" 

"Shut up. No don't. I like it when they beg. You want it. Tell me so." He waved the axe in front of my eyes.

"Tell me." He slapped my bottom again. Harder this time.

"I want it, I want it." I stumbled over the words. I started crying.

"Tell me you want it in your cunt and up your ass."

"I want it in my cunt and up my ass." I burbled the words between sobs. "Why are you doing this? Please let me go."

"I'll strike a bargain with you. Help me fuck you and I'll let you go."

"You promise?" It was a straw to cling to. 

Perhaps he would if I did. I thought of Dave and Paul. They both needed hospital, Dave urgently. I knew he would take me anyway, probably brutally. There was a chance he would let me go afterwards if I co-operated.

"Of course, I always keep my word." 

I tried to believe him.

"Alright."

He turned me onto my back and I opened my legs as wide as the cramped conditions would allow. He tried to mount me. His prick ran along my slit, he pulled back and pushed. I could feel my vagina lips being pushed apart, his prick just entering me. I tried to imagine that it was Paul on top of me. To lose myself in thoughts of our lovemaking. The smell of his breath and body brought me back to reality. The lips of my vagina clamped shut. He pushed against me but my door was closed. 

"You're too dry there as well." He said. "You better wet this for me."

He knelt across my chest and rubbed his prick over my face. I could smell women and backside and urine and come, then I could taste them as he forced it into my mouth. 

"Bite me bitch and I'll take your head off." Again the axe was waved in front of my eyes. 

I gagged as his prick hit the back of my throat.

"I can't breathe." I turned my head coughing and spluttering.

"There's no room in here." He muttered.

He looked through the windows of the mini bus. The clouds had broken; I could see the odd star from where I lay. 

Slowly he stood up opening the back door. He stood for perhaps a minute head sticking out of the door looking around slowly, listening intently.

He reached down and pulled me to my feet and pushed me through the door onto the lane. He stood close behind me. 

His hard prick against my bottom cheeks. He felt my breasts again, this time gently. 

"Kneel down." He forced me to my knees and bent me forward until my face touched the ground. He pulled my bottom cheeks apart, spat on his fingers and rubbed his saliva on my anus. I could feel his pick against my hole. He pushed hard against me, my ring clenched tight.

"Let me in, bitch." 

He pushed again.

I cried. "Paul, Paul. I'm sorry." Then I screamed as the pain hit me.

"Take it out. Take it out. I can't take it." I screamed and cried.

I heard him laugh as he thrust two; three; four times into me. Even though he was still only just inside I had never felt pain like it. I felt as if I was going to pass out when suddenly he stopped. I expected to feel his sperm pumping into me but nothing happened. Then I heard a deep-throated growl. I could feel his prick softening inside me. I pulled away and he fell free. My anus closed and I breathed a sigh of relief. With my face in the dirt I struggled to look around and at first could see nothing then I saw the legs. Thick, black and powerful.

Small stood up. He placed his foot on my backside and pushed me towards the cat. 

I heard him running in the direction of the farmhouse. 

I struggled to my feet. My anus throbbing. The Panther sat and watched. I could see blood around its face. Perhaps it had just eaten? My hopes rose until it walked towards me. Was this the end? A thousand thoughts flashed across my mind. The strongest was of Paul looking down on me as he thrust in and out of my body. 

If I had to take a thought with me that was the one.

The Panther stopped in front of me, it sniffed at my thighs, it's nose nuzzled through my pubic hairs its tongue flicked out against my vagina. It felt so rough. Its breath felt so warm. It licked around my hip, on my buttock. I was mesmerised. I could feel its breath against my bottom cheeks, so warm, so relaxing. I had an almost uncontrollable urge to bend over and give it access to my anus. The feeling passed. It turned and walked slowly towards the farmhouse. I tried to think about its actions later. Perhaps having just made a kill it wasn't hungry. Perhaps having been in a Zoo it didn't see humans as prey. Perhaps its lair was the barn and it was just going home.

I backed slowly onto the road. I walked along for fifty yards then tried to run. 

Hampered with my hands behind my back I went back to walking. Ten minutes later and I was kicking and shouting at the door of the farmhouse belonging to the Rogers.

A light went on and three tall figures stood in front of me.

"I looks like somebody left us a present."

"Come in, Miss. Come in." Three pairs of eyes starred at my pubic hairs.

With hands on my arms I was dragged inside. The door was closed and bolted behind me. 

I stood in the middle of the room. 

"I need help." I said.

"You certainly do." Said the eldest. In his fifties, reeking of whisky.

"They're in trouble across the road. Dave's very ill. There's a big black cat out there and a Rapist called Small. I must use your phone."

"A request like that must be worth something."

"You can't mean that." I didn't know what to say.

"We don't see many pretty girls around here. It's been a couple of years since the last one." 

He looked towards the elder of his sons. "What was her name? The one you brought back from Leeds."

"Sarah, I enjoyed that week."

"I don't think she did." Said the younger son.

"She didn't realise she was going to have to look after the needs of three men when she came here." The father turned me around and ran his finger between the cheeks of my bottom. Reaching my anus he pushed against it, hard. I tried to clench my ring tightly closed but he was too strong and his finger entered me.

"Ow. Stop it. It hurts." I cried out. I couldn't help it I burst into tears. It was all too much. He removed his finger and sniffed at it.

"She had nothing to complain about. She'd never been fucked as much in her life." He continued as if nothing had happened.

I was suddenly past caring.

"Do what you like, just let me use the phone."

The elder son reached out and felt my breasts the younger son reached around my waist and pulled my backside into his groin.

"I want her in the ass, like you did with Sarah." He said, breathing beer fumes into my hair.

"Cut her hands free." The Father stood back.

"Why? She can't put up any struggle tied like this." The older son angrily replied.

"You'll let us have you if I let you use the phone?" He looked at me. He was smiling. "Of your own free accord."

I swallowed hard. "Yes, just let me use it." I don't know if I was in shock after Small and the Panther but it suddenly seemed a very reasonable request.

Picking up a carving knife from the sideboard he cut my ropes.

"I think you'd keep your word."

"Only once, each." I said.

"Agreed."

I found myself shaking his hand.

He indicated the instrument on the sideboard.

I ran to it and dialled 999. 

I quickly reported to the police what had happened. They told me to stay where I was. I told them I was at the Rogers farm. I could have told them I was about to be raped, but I didn't, everything had been arranged so businesslike. 

I put the phone down and turned to face the Rogers family. They weren't frightening anymore. I suddenly felt sorry for them.

The two sons approached me and began running their hands over my body. Feeling my breasts, prodding against my anus, a finger penetrating my vagina. I reached to their groins and felt for their penis's. I unzipped each one in turn and pulled them out. I sank to my knees as being the lesser of three evils and took first the elder then the younger brother's prick into my mouth. Having contacted the police I felt relaxed for the first time in hours. The policeman had said he would have somebody with me within twenty minutes. If I could only keep them occupied with my mouth I might yet save my other holes. After all it was only a blow job. I kept telling myself it wasn't important. But I also made my mind up never to tell Paul. What would he think of me giving myself so easily to four men in one night? I should have put up a fight. I should have died. When the subject had been discussed with my friends I'd always said that I would die before allowing myself to be raped. I should have called their bluff. Who was I kidding? I knew they weren't bluffing. Neither here nor in the van. But I'd got through to the police. They were on their way. Everybody was going to be all right. If this were the price of their safety it would be worth it. 

I suddenly felt very happy and redoubled my efforts on their penises.

I sucked and rubbed, and rubbed and sucked until first the younger then the elder shoot there come into my mouth. 

There was so much of it I gagged. It was also so much bitterer than Paul's was.

The father stood in front of me his erect penis pointing towards me. It was the largest of the three. My jaw ached, my arms ached but I reached for it pulling it into my mouth. It smelt and tasted as if it hadn't been washed in months. It got worse. I almost fainted when I smelt what was beneath his foreskin. I almost threw up at the taste of the deposits there. The worst was when he came. Fingers in my hair, using my mouth as he would a vagina. His sperm hitting the back of my throat. He kept it in my mouth until I had swallowed everything then released my head and pulled it out.

"Go on boys. Enjoy yourself."

"No. Only once." I said. "We agreed."

He looked down at me. 

"That's right boys. We did agree." 

"You may have." The elder brother said. "We didn't." 

The brothers lifted me to my feet and bent me over the table. My bottom cheeks were pulled apart and a prick nussled my anus. 

I heard an explosion in the distance.

"Leave her." The Father commanded.

"I want to fuck her." Said the younger brother pulling at my bottom cheeks and hips as he tried to gain entrance. My anus started throbbing again.

"Get on your way." He said to me. "The police are coming here, don't you understand." It had taken a long time for that realisation to sink in.

"We'll go with her. Look after her. See she doesn't get into trouble." He sons were speaking at the same time. 

"I know what you'll do. Get her some water. Get her something to wear" 

The elder brother passed me a glass of water. The younger a heavy waxed raincoat.

"Nothing serious has happened yet. She's just paid us for a phone call of her own free will. Haven't you my dear? After all nobody made you do anything."

I swallowed and nodded. He was right I had agreed.

"Get away with you. It was just the drink talking here. Just the drink. Nobody hurt you. You be on your way."

I found myself saying thank you. I unbolted the door and left. I dropped the raincoat and ran crying from the house.

Back on the main road I stopped and looked in the direction of the farmhouse. 

The flames of the barn lighted it up. I sniffed back my tears. The wind was picking up, I wished I'd kept the coat. I suddenly felt very cold. I could see flashing blue and red lights approaching from my right. A police car pulled to a halt beside me.

A policeman climbed out of the passenger seat. He looked me up and down.

"Miss Jennifer Fletcher." I wondered what he'd do if had I said no. "Are you alright, Miss? Here. I think you had better put this on." He handed me his jacket; it reached half way down my thighs. He opened the back door and I climbed in.

"We were told you were at the Rogers farm. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I decided to meet you here. The sons wanted to come with me but I didn't want them to. They gave me a coat but I lost it. I'll have to get them a new one. 

There's a big cat out here. How is everybody in the farmhouse?" I was burbling, talking faster and faster, asking questions they couldn't know the answers to.

The policeman climbed into the back with me. He talked in low tones until I calmed down. We reached the entrance to the lane. 

The rear of the minibus blocked just enough of the lane to prevent us passing. I heard the bells of a fire engine approaching. It pulled in by our side and the driver wound down his window.

"Move the minibus mate." He shouted.

The driver of the fire engine released his hand break and drove slowly forward until he touched the minibus. I heard his revs increase as he continued forward pushing the minibus onto its side in the ditch.

We followed the fire engine up the lane. Stopping behind it as it the crew climbed out and released their hose. A second police car then an Ambulance pulled up behind us.

The firemen first put out the fires leading from the barn towards the farmhouse then trained the hose inside the barn. Fortunately the rains of earlier prevented the roof from catching alight and in a surprisingly short period of time we were allowed forward.

I could see Jo and Carole standing in the doorway. One holding a frying pan the other a saucepan.

They both ran to me and we hugged.

Policemen and Ambulance men ran into the farmhouse. I went to follow. 

"Stay here miss until were sure every things alright." A Policeman barred my way.

"But my fiancé's in there."

"Just let the Ambulance men do their job."

More vehicles were arriving by the minute. Another Ambulance. Soldiers in a lorry carrying rifles.

"What happened to you?" Carole asked. " Everybody was so worried about you."

Small came back. We had to hit him with the pots and pans to keep him out. Paul killed the Panther."

"Is he alright?" I started crying. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to cuddle me and tell me everything would be all right.

First one then a second stretcher was carried out towards the ambulances. 

Dorothy walked by one. I ran to the other.

"Careful miss. He's in a bad way." 

They loaded him into the back of an ambulance. I climbed in after.

"I'm his fiancée." I explained to the attendant.

"Alright, sit there." He motioned to the second stretcher.

I sat down, the back doors were slammed shut and we were away.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 04



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 04: The Further Adventures of Paul & Jenny

Chapter 1

I awoke. I slowly look around. Everything was very bright. I was hungry. Then slowly I realised I was in pain. A dull throbbing from my left leg a sharper, more defined pain from my left wrist, my right shoulder ached.

I couldn't see out of my left eye. I panicked, then realised it was covered by a bandage. I lifted my right hand to my right eye. I could see my fingers protruding from light gauze dressing. I wriggled my fingers. They moved. I felt happy. I turned my head and looked into Jenny's eyes.

"Oh Paul, you're alright." She said, concern on her face, relief in her voice.

I felt so happy all I could do was smile. I made to reach for her.

"They say you're not to move. Just lie still. If there's anything you want I'll get it for you. I must tell Mary and Margaret." 

Mary and Margaret. I'd heard those names before.

I heard Jenny calling 'Nurse' then she was replaced by a girl in a light blue dress with a white apron. 

A lady in a Dark Blue uniform appeared followed by a man in a long white coat. 

"How do you feel? Don't worry, you're going to be all right. Can you move this, can you move that. Relax."

I did relax. Deeply. 

I could smell its breath against my face. I raised my arms to protect myself. I heard the splintering of the bones in my arm as it bit down. It was off me. I heard the screaming of the girls. The shotgun was by my side. I picked it up held it at arms length and squeezed the trigger. I felt the recoil jerking my arm almost out of its socket. I had to sleep. I thought I heard another shot, I could smell burning. I had to sleep. Where was Jenny?

I awoke. I was very hungry. Jenny was by my side. Behind her stood my father, behind him my Grandfather. At the foot of the bed were a man and women I had never seen before. With difficulty I turned my head to the left. My mothers face, my Grandmothers face. Everybody looked sad. I tried to smile.

"I'm hungry." I said.

All the females started crying. 

"Oh Paul. You're going to get better." Jenny felt my arm. 

Had I been ill?

Chapter 2

Slowly it all came back. The Rapist, the panther, the burning down of the barn. 

Jenny leaving in search of help. 

Sitting by my side she told me of her fight with the Rapist.

How the police car had picked her up on the main road dressed only in her blouse. She wouldn't tell me about that.

The flames from the Barn that could be seen for miles now that the rain clouds had passed.

The mini bus sticking out of the ditch had hampered the rescue services until the fire engine knocked it completely from the lane. I had been unconscious from after shooting the panther. 

Jenny could only tell me from what Jo and Carole had told her. After it had been distracted from me by Jo and Carole throwing plates and cups at it. It had cornered them under the stairs. My first shot had hit it in the buttock and leg. It had turned towards me and I had fires the second barrel, catching it full in the chest. It died instantly. Small, the Rapist had tried to climb into the farmhouse through the window after the panther had died but had been meet by Jo and Carole wielding a large saucepan and skillet. She told me of how they'd hit him and hit him forcing him out and away. Sirens were sounding in the distance and he ran. Higher onto the moors. The police were still looking for him.

Within a couple of days I was sitting up and as soon as I was able I was moved back to Somerset, to a small private hospital just outside Taunton. Jenny stayed at my parents and visited me every day.

At first I had had only my face and hands bathed but as I grew stronger more and more of my body was bathed. Even so I could notice the smell of my body so it wasn't too much of a surprise when two of the nurses brought some large towels, flannels and a bowl of water to my room on a trolley. I had heard horror stories of bed baths. How the water was cold, the flannels rough and the staff non-to gentle either. 

Samantha (known as Sammy) and Jane were two of the younger nurses. Sammy was newly qualified, 19 years of age, whilst Jane was a staff nurse aged 23. Both were tall, Sammy almost gangly and Jane with the fuller figure.

"How are we today, Paul." Jane said approaching the bed. "Time for your bed bath."

"Be gentle Nurse." I replied. "It's my first time."

"I bet you weren't." Sammy said.

"He was." Jenny said, standing in the doorway. 

"What are you going to do to him?"

"We're going to take all his clothes off and wash him." Jane replied.

"Can I help?" Jenny asked. "I shall be doing it for him when he goes home." I didn't know that. My prick jumped.

"We can't let you help I'm afraid. It's against the rules, but as you're his fiancée you can stay and watch what we do."

That said they sat me up and removed my pyjama top. The left sleeve had been cut off at mid arm to allow easy passage over the plaster on my left forearm and hand. My left trouser leg had been removed mid thigh to allow removal over the plaster cast, which covered me from knee to foot. Jane undid the cord of my pyjama bottoms. They each put a hand on a buttock, lifted slightly and pulled my trousers down and then off. My first reaction was to cover my prick with my hand . I didn't want them looking at me. Especially in front of Jenny.

"Don't be silly. I'm sure Jenny's seen it before and we've seen hundreds between us."

"Come on Paul. You're not normally this shy." 

Jenny seemed to be enjoying herself. I removed my hand reluctantly.

Sammy looked down. "Hmm. Not bad. You're a lucky girl."

I felt embarrassed being discussed like a piece of meat.

They sat me up. Soap was applied to flannels and Jane started on my face whilst 

Sammy my shoulders and back. Rinsing and drying my face Jane began on my chest, applying first soap then water to rinse. She held my left arm up whilst Sammy did my armpit. I lifted my right arm myself. My back was dried and I was laid on my back. Jane continued down my chest whilst Sammy started on my right foot. Between the toes slowly up the leg. Soaping, rinsing and drying.

Jane had reached my pubic hairs. She changed her flannel and rubbed the soap into them. She picked up my balls and held them away from my body. Jane had come to stand at the foot of the bed.

"I can see I will have to take particular care when I do that." She said. Her voice husky. "He's very easily aroused."

Jane coughed, clearing her throat. "Oh yes. But you must get into all his little nooks and crannies." 

She rinsed around and under my balls.

She picked up my prick. It was growing.

"You must control yourself." Jane looked at Jenny then pulling my foreskin back lathered the length of my prick. 

"I've told him that." Said Jenny. Her voice even deeper.

"You'll just have to take him in hand."

"I would do, but what if somebody came."

"It'll be alright as long as he doesn't make too much noise. We'll put the 'patient asleep' sign up when we leave if you like. Nobody will come in till lunch."

Jane pulled my foreskin backwards and forwards working the soap underneath it. 

Then the rinse. I was fully erect.

"Mmm, quite a nice one." Said Jane. She seemed pleased with her handiwork. "Onto your side now."

They gently pulled me onto my left side. Placing a towel on my plaster they bent my right leg. They changed the water in the bowl and brought a fresh flannel from the bottom of their trolley. Jane pulled my ass cheeks apart and Sammy soaped between them paying particular attention to my anus. She soaped her finger and massaged my ring, her fingertip just slipping inside me.

More water, the drying of the towel and I was turned onto my back. My prick lay hard against my abdomen.

"We will be back in an hour with lunch. You wont be disturbed till then." Jane said as they cleared up and left. When outside they closed the curtain covering the observation porthole in the door. We could hear the sound of footsteps and trolley receding down the corridor.

Jenny sat on the bed by my side. I was still naked. She leant forward and kissed me. Gently at first then with more urgency her tongue licking my lips, forcing it's way into my mouth.

"You don't know how I've missed this." She looked down at me.

She placed both hands on my chest, squeezing, massaging. Then continued down across my ribs, my stomach, and my navel. She reached the top of my prick and picked it up. Stroking it she said.

"Are you sure you're up to this?"

"Oh yes please." You must be polite.

"It's a pity I can't." She sounded disappointed.

"What's wrong?" Had she been injured? Nobody had told me.

"You're are a silly frog. It happens every month. It's called a period. It's just nature's way of telling me I'm not pregnant. Now relax. I have to see if I can remember how to do this."

She leaned across the tops of my thighs and licked her lips. Her hair fell forward obscuring my view as she took me into her mouth. I brushed it away so I could see myself moving in and out of her mouth. She lifted her head and smiled at me whilst continuing to stroke my prick.

" How are you doing?"

"Fine." I replied.

She slowed her stroking. I tried to move my hips but her weight and my plaster cast wouldn't allow it.

I reached down and felt her breast, through her blouse and bra. It was firm and warm.

She lowered her head and continued sucking and kissing my prick. I felt myself coming and squeezed her breast. I heard her yelp but she continued moving her mouth. Up and down, up and down. I was there. Shooting into her mouth I came and came. My come ran down my prick, mixed with her saliva. She slowly worked the last drops from me and lifted her face towards me. She licked her lips and swallowed.

Moving up the bed she took my good hand between hers. She looked at me.

"You didn't find that too taxing, did you?" She asked, coyly.

"I think you had better wipe your chin." Her tongue had missed some of my come. 

She drew her fingers across her chin and looked. Then down at my prick. Wet with come and saliva.

"There was so much this time." She sounded amazed.

"I wanted you." Was all I could say.

She got up and washed her face and hands in my sink. She wet a paper towel under the running water and returned to the bed.

"Now. I've got to be careful but do all your nooks and crannies." She picked up my prick and pulling back my foreskin cleaned it with the wet towel. She went back to the sink, dropping the wet towel in the waste bin she returned with some dry towels. Picking up my prick again she dabbed it dry.

Returning to the sink she placed the towels in the bin and came back to sit on my bed.

I placed my hand on her knee. She stiffened.

"Paul please don't. I've told you I can't do it."

"Just let me touch you."

"I can't. It would be embarrassing. I'm wearing something."

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

I moved my hand up her thigh. She turned her head away but didn't stop me. I reach the elastic of her knickers. I could feel the pad between her legs. Moving my hand onto her pubic mound I squeezed it. She sighed. I slipped my fingers into the top of her knickers and pulled gently. They moved down slightly. Beneath them I could feel another piece of elastic, very thin, stretching across her body just above her pubic hairs a further piece leading down through her pubic hair. 

"Lift your skirt up and help me take your panties off." I said my voice low.

She didn't say a word. She stood up and slipped her knickers off, lifting her short skirt up at the back above her ass cheeks she sat down, her naked buttocks against the bedclothes. She still didn't look at me. I lifted her skirt at the front and looked. A narrow G-string encircled her waist and between her legs holding a thin pad in place. It was white and pink in colour. I pushed her legs apart gently. The pad extended from her clitoris to her anus. I pulled it gently to one side at the top. 

"Don't be worried. You look wonderful." I reassured her.

"I've never let anybody see me like this before. Even in the changing rooms I'd go into the cubicles to fit it."

"I'll stop if you want me to.'

"No. Don't."

I let my finger tip run through her pubic hairs, beneath the top of the pad searching for her clitoris. Jenny gasped as I touched it. Closing her eyes she leg out a deep breath.

"Oh Paul, Paul. I've missed this so much."

I gently rubbed her clitoris. Her breathing became deeper and heavier. I quickened the pace. She gasped, her breaths coming shorter and faster. Her breath seemed to catch at the back of her throat as she held my finger against her clitoris as she squeezed her thighs together. She almost screamed. A high pitched sound. Her thighs opened and I continued rubbing. She was moving her hips with my finger, my wrist held between her hands. Throwing back her head she let out a cry and threw herself forward onto my chest. Lips searching for and finding mine. We kissed with our lips not using our tongues. She lifted from me and laid her head on my chest. 

"Oh Paul, Paul. I never thought it could be like this." 

"You're wonderful." I said, a self-satisfied grin upon my face.

She looked down on me and smiled. Turning from me I felt her pick up my prick, pulling back my foreskin. She lowered her lips to the tip and gently sucked on it. She moved her head taking more of me inside her mouth. Looking down I could see the back of her head moving up and down. Her shoulders moving in time. Her back, bra straps showing through her thin blouse. Her skirt rucked up around her waist, her naked backside. I reached for and held one of her ass cheeks, fingers searching her crack, seeking her anus. Spreading her ass cheeks with my fingers I looked at it. The white skin of her ass cheeks contrasting with the browns of her anus and its surrounding area. I put my finger into my mouth and wet it.

"Help me in." Jenny stopped sucking my prick and reaching behind pulled her ass cheeks apart. I wet her hole, rubbing my saliva around it. I put my finger into my mouth, collecting more saliva; I could taste the bitterness of her asshole. 

Returning my finger to her ass I pushed gently but firmly against her hole. At first her ring contracted, fighting against me, then it relaxed allowing my entry. Removing my finger I re-wet it, the taste of bitterness increasing. Again I pushed my finger against her hole. Her anus relaxed fully and I was in. Further and further in. My remaining knuckles pressing against the soft warm skin of her ass crack.

I moved my finger in and out. Jenny released her ass cheek and returned to sucking my prick. Hand and mouth working together as my finger moved in and out of her ass.

"Jenny, I'm there." My come spurting into her mouth.

She waited until my prick subsided in her mouth before sitting up. I removed my finger. I lifted it to my nose and smelt it.

She looked shocked.

"It's lovely." I said quickly.

She took my hand and sniffed at my finger.

"You mean you like that." She said pushing it away.

"Only because it's yours."

"Oh Paul. Why do I listen to you?"

She kissed my forehead, sucked my nose and kissed my lips.

Sitting me up she helped me into my pyjama jacket. I lay down and she pulled on my trousers. She stood up and put her knickers back on giving me a final glimpse of her pubic hair and sanitary towel.

Pulling a chair to the head of my bed she sat and held my hand until lunch as we planned a dozen futures for ourselves. Looking over her shoulder I was sure I saw the curtain twitch.

Chapter Three

It was very dark when I awoke. I felt very happy. Light headed even. A bright light shone into my eyes from above my bed. Hands were on my back sitting me up. 

"It's alright, Paul. It's only Jenny."

I must be dreaming I thought.

"Paul I need some money. You will give me some, wont you?"

"Of course." I sounded drunk. "How much."

My chequebook was on the small table in front of me.

"Not much. Two hundred pounds. Make it 'Pay cash to Jennifer Fletcher'."

Ah. It wasn't much. Two hundred pounds. I thought that was a lot but if Jenny said it wasn't, well it couldn't be.

My hand was a little unsteady as I wrote and signed the cheque.

"Now write this little note. 'To the manager. Westcountry Bank. Fore street. Taunton. Please cash this cheque for Jennifer Fletcher as I am unable to visit you in person.' Sign it. There that's a good boy. Now lie back and Jenny will give you a reward."

I lay back the light bright in my eyes and thought I felt somebody undoing my trousers. What a dream, everything felt real but I knew Jenny couldn't be here at this time. Hands were on my prick and balls. Moving up and down. I felt my prick growing, expanding and I came.

My clothing was adjusted and the light went off. A pair of lips brushed my forehead. I could smell a light flowery perfume.

Chapter Four

I was awakened by the night nurse, Mandy. Early forties. A hard exterior but had always seemed pleasant enough to me.

"Time for a quick wash before Breakfast." She said.

I didn't want to wake up. My eyes felt so heavy. She sat me upright. Placing a bowl of water on the table before me she removed my pyjama jacket and washed my face neck and hand. Drying me she pushed the table away and felt the bedding where my bottom had lain. 

"What have you been doing to yourself." She said disapprovingly.

I looked down. The front of my pyjama bottoms was stiff with dried come. I could smell the bittersweet smell of dried sperm. I couldn't remember wanking.

"I think the sooner you're home with your young lady the better."

I felt a little better after the wash but still so tired. Mandy disappeared with her washing bowl and returned with a smock with short strings at the back.

"We can't cut up every pair of pyjamas in the Hospital so you can wear one of these from now on." She removed my pyjama bottoms and got me into the smock, tying the top three strings at the back.

"Do you want to open your bowels."

I shook my head.

"I'll get them to do something to help you later." It sounded ominous.

Mandy returned later with my breakfast, cornflakes, orange juice, bacon, eggs and baked beans and a cup of tea.

She helped cut it up for me, then left to see to other patients.

I finished eating. It had tasted like cardboard. I drank my tea, pushed the tray away and slid slowly down the bed. I was asleep within seconds. I awoke to feel a hand on my prick. I opened my eyes. Jenny was sitting by the side of my bed, one hand under the blankets. She slowly wanked me. 

"How are you today?" She asked.

"Tired. I had a funny dream. Can't remember much about it. You were in it. Got into trouble. Made a mess in my pyjama bottoms."

"Yes I know. The night nurse told Staff Nurse Jane what you had done and she suggested I have half an alone with you."

Mandy came in carrying some pyjamas from the laundry and started fussing at the dresser putting them in drawers.

Jenny removed her hand and went into my bathroom. I could hear the high pitched hissing of her piss. 

The toilet flushed and Jenny returned.

"Working late for night shift, aren't you?" Jenny asked.

"We're a little short staffed this morning so I'm staying on for a bit." Mandy replied. "That's me done now. I'll see you tonight, Paul. Goodbye." Mandy finished whatever she was doing and left. Jenny pulled the bedding down to my knees and lifted my smock. Taking my prick in her hand she stroked me gently at first then with increasing speed and force. 

My breath caught in the back of my throat. She stopped moving her hand and lowered her mouth, licking her lips. It felt so good inside her. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath. She moved her head up and down. I grew bigger and bigger. She slowed, holding me back from coming, then increasing her pace until I was there. Coming, coming , coming, into her mouth. When I had finished she raised her head letting me slip from her mouth. She got up, went to the sink and returned with some paper towels. She cleaned my prick, pulled down my smock and pulled up my bedding.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 04



She sat on the bed. I put my hand on her thigh.

"Not today. My stomach isn't feeling too good."

"You're not ill, are you?" I asked, concerned.

"No. It just goes with having a period. It'll all be over in a couple of days."

She went on. "Your Mother and Grandmother want to take me shopping. I can't really afford to go."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have any money." She snapped at me. "It's alright for you, all your family are well off. My Fathers a plumber with five children. I don't know how they will make ends meet to send me through University. They've another four after me."

She was almost crying.

"Let me give you some money. Get my chequebook. It's in the top drawer of the dressing table."

"I didn't mean for you to do that. I can't take your money."

"You can and you will young lady." Using my best John Wayne drawl. "Call it a Birthday present."

"Oh Paul. You've remembered."

When you're lucky.

"Get my chequebook." I said again. "You've given me everything you had to give, anything I have is yours."

She returned with my chequebook and moved the table in front of me.

"Your Fathers already put me on your insurance so I can drive your car." I had wondered how she visited me on her own. "It needs some petrol. Can I use it till your back on your feet? The road tax runs out next month but your Father says he'll sort that out."

I wrote the cheque 'Pay cash to Jennifer Fletcher." I had this feeling I'd done this before.

"You will need some identification to cash it. Perhaps I should write a note." Again this feeling of having did this before.

"I have my driving licence." She said looking in her handbag. "That's funny. I'm sure it was their yesterday."

"Never mind it will turn up. I'll write another to my mother. She'll cash it for you."

I wrote a cheque for one hundred pounds.

"Paul, don't. That's far to much."

"No it isn't. I want you to buy anything you want."

She kissed me.

There was a knock at the door. Jane and Sammy entered. Sammy pushing a trolley with a rubber sheet, towels, bed pan, funnel and tubing and a large jug with steam coming out of the top.

"What are you going to do?" Jenny asked.

"We're going to help him pooh." Replied Sammy.

"This I must see." Jenny seemed quite excited.

"Alright, but you can't help. It can get messy."

I was rolled first one way then the other as the rubber sheet was laid beneath my hips. I was turned onto my side, plaster casts down. 

"Just relax and enjoy." Said Jane.

She put on some gloves and produced a jar of lubricant, which she applied to the end of the tube.

"Go and hold his hand." She said to Jenny.

Jenny pulled up a chair and took my hand between hers.

"I know what they're going to do." She smiled.

"I've a pretty good idea myself."

My ass cheeks were pulled apart and I could feel the Vaseline being applied to my anus.

"Now this won't hurt." Jane said encouragingly.

She lied. It did.

I felt the tube at my anus. The pressure building as it was pushed into me. 

The funnel end of the tubing was lifted into the air. Jane picked up the jug.

"Here we go." She said. Pouring the contents of the jug slowly into the funnel. 

After a few seconds she stopped.

"You are blocked." She said moving the tube in and out of my ass. Something seemed to give and I could feel the warm liquid filling my insides.

"That's better." She said and poured more liquid into the funnel.

I could hear the liquid gurgling inside me. 

She stopped pouring. 

"Just lie still a moment."

The tube was pulled slowly from my ass. I felt every inch of it as it made its passage out of my body. I farted. It was wet and bubbly.

They sat me up with Jenny helping. The bedpan was placed beneath me.

Jane turned to Jenny. "You might want to leave now, things could get a little messy."

"I'll stay, if you don't mind."

"Please yourself. Just don't say I didn't warn you."

The pressure was building up in my bowels. Three pretty young girls stood watching me. Waiting for me to shit. I tried to clench my ring closed.

"Don't fight it, Paul. I've seen this hundreds of times."

I couldn't hold it back any longer. With a rasping fart my anus relaxed. It felt as if the world was falling out of my ass. I sounded like a cow shitting. I could feel it splashing back against my ass cheeks, prick and balls. The smell of cabbage. I didn't like cabbage. Jenny turned her head away coughing.

"Oh yes." Jane continued. "It smells."

Jenny helped lift me off the bedpan, which Sammy removed. She returned with a bowl of water, flannels and a towel. Turning me onto my side Jane soaped my ass then Sammy rinsed and dried it. They removed the rubber sheet and I relaxed on my back.

"I hope I never have to go through that again." I said with feeling.

"I'm told some people do that for fun." Sammy remarked.

"You can get any thoughts of doing that to me out of your head now." Jenny was serious.

"I hadn't.." I started to speak.

"Well just don't."

Jane and Sammy left. I held my good arm to Jenny. She sat on the bed and we kissed.

"I'm going to have to go soon. I told them I'd pick them up at your Grandmothers cottage. I've not been there yet but they said it's easy to find."

"Oh it is. Past the pub, turn right at the Church and it's a little track leading off to the left. You can't miss it."

"I'll see you tonight. I must make sure you don't have a reoccurrence of last night."

"Happy Birthday, Jenny."

A quick kiss and she was away.

I lay back and drifted off to sleep dreaming of Jenny naked on her hands and knees with a rubber tube sticking out of her ass with me kneeling behind her pouring liquid into a funnel.

I was awakened for lunch. Fed washed and back to sleep inside forty minutes. I dreamt of signing cheques and big black cats and making love to Jenny. The evening meal came and went and I started to feel awake for the first time that day. I listened to the radio through headphones. My parents accompanied Jenny that evening so she couldn't see to me as I'd hoped. Jenny was excited with the things she'd bought, where she'd been and was in love with my Grandparents cottage.

My Father spoke. "I've spoken to Jenny's university and they are happy that she doesn't start fully until the end of October. They will be sending her a list of reading and her friend Shirley will send her copies of her lecture notes so won't be too far behind. She can drive your car up to Bristol for important lectures. I spoke to the doctor earlier. They will remove the plaster, clean you up and X-ray you tomorrow. If all goes well you will be able to leave in about four weeks. It will be another three months after that before you can say you're well. Jenny is welcome to stay with us for as long as she likes. However, after you leave here we thought you might be better staying at your Grandparents. Your Grandmother was a nurse after all and there will be somebody there all day if Jenny isn't there. They're sorting out a couple of bedrooms. Turning the downstairs study into yours. We've looked everywhere and cannot find Jenny's driving licence. I got her to ring the licensing authority and they will be sending her a new one. My life was planned it seemed.

"They still haven't caught that rapist yet. Dorothy wont go back to the farm on her own and it will be a few more weeks before Dave is up and about again. She is staying in a small hotel at the moment. We are driving up to see them at the weekend." My Mother said.

We talked about this and that. Jenny telling me again about what she'd done, promising to show me what she'd bought in the morning.

It was time to go.

An embarrassing kiss in front of my parents from Jenny and they were off.

I dreamt of Jenny and Carole. Jo was being fucked with the barrels of a shotgun. 

A big black cat.

I thought I felt something prick my arm. I was floating. The room was warm, hot. I felt grateful that somebody was pulling back my bedclothes, lifting my smock. 

I felt fingers around my prick. 

"There's another cheque already made out to her." 

Was somebody talking? 

"There's no need for that. Let's go." 

"But I want it."

"Be quick then."

My prick was growing. I felt lips encircle it. A voice whispered in my ear.

"It's alright. It's only Jenny." Two Jenny's?

The mouth was removed. I heard clothing rustling. Vivid dream this, I thought.

The bed moved as somebody climbed on top, straddling me.

I felt my prick disappear into a fanny. The rocking motion as the fanny moved up and down. It all seemed so real. I reached for the other Jenny standing by my side and felt her breasts. They were big and soft. She stood still. The fanny kept moving up and down on my prick. Suddenly the voice of the fanny started to groan. 'If you don't like it, get off' I tried to say. But I couldn't speak. The movements increased then stopped with the fanny spasaming around my prick. 

I think I came.

The fanny climbed off.

"Lets go."

The other Jenny's breasts left. I felt sad.

Chapter Five

I awoke. Mandy was shaking my shoulder.

"Come on sleepyhead time to wake up."

She sat me up and washed me.

Breakfast came and went without my participation.

I fell asleep. 

I was wheeled to the plaster room on a trolley. Hardly noticing as they removed my plasters. I was cleaned. I looked at my arm. If you disregarded the cuts and bruises it looked fairly normal. I tried to move my wrist and almost cried out with the pain.

I looked down at my leg. It still looked a little puffy. I could move my toes with care. 

I was wheeled into the X-ray theatre on the trolley. A heavy rubber shield was placed on my prick and balls. X-rays were taken of the front and side of my arm and leg. I fell asleep. I awoke back in my room. A Doctor was standing over me. He looked concerned. 

"Hallo. How do you feel? Have you been taking something."

"No." My throat felt dry.

"Hmm."

He turned away.

I could hear him talking to a Nurse.

"The wrist is knitting very well. Normally we would re-plaster but the cuts need to heal. A support bandage and sling, dressings changed twice a day. We will look again in three days. The left leg back in plaster for four weeks. The bone is knitting well; it's the tendons that take the time to heal. We will see how he progresses in himself. I would have hoped he would have gone home in two to three weeks but he doesn't look well. He looks to be high on something. We will have to keep a close watch on him and his fiancée if she's bringing him in something. I'll speak to his parents when they next visit."

I closed my eyes.

I awoke. Jenny was standing by my bed, shaking, in tears.

"I'm leaving. Here's what I have left of the money you gave me. I'll put it in your wallet."

"Wait. What's wrong."

"I've been accused of stealing your money when you don't know what you're doing and supplying you with drugs. You're Fathers told me to leave immediately. "

"I don't understand. I don't want you to go." I held up my arm to her.

She bent over me and I put my arm around her. I kissed her tears. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

"What are you doing here?" My parents stood in the doorway. "You wicked girl, leave him alone." My mother continued.

Jenny tried to pull away but I held her.

"What's going on?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"I've had the Bank Manager and the Doctor on the phone to me this morning. As a trustee to your inheritance he wanted my permission to transfer funds to cover cheques you'd written to her." He indicated Jenny. "The Doctor thinks somebody is supplying you with drugs. That could only be one person."

"I've never given Jenny a cheque." In the back of my mind I had a picture of signing a cheque.

"A girl answering her description cashed a two hundred pounds cheque yesterday and a one hundred pound cheque this morning. She had her driving licence and a note signed by you. Don't say you didn't sign it because I've been to the Bank and seen the note and the cheques."

"I don't remember." I did sign a piece of paper, Jenny had asked for it. I turned to my mother. 

"Jenny was with you all day yesterday and she told you she's lost her driving licence."

"What time did she leave here?"

"Eleven perhaps."

"She didn't pick us up until twelve. The Banks is only ten minutes walk from here."

"I got lost." Jenny stood up and faced my parents holding my hand in hers.

"It is so easy to find."

"Yes, if you live here."

"Well, I've asked the Bank Manager to come around." My Father said. "Perhaps he will identify the person who cashed the cheques. I told you to leave to spare Paul this."

There was a knock at the door and Mr Harris, our Bank Manager, entered.

"Nice girl your fiancée."

"What do you mean? This is Paul's fiancée." My Father said.

"I don't think I've ever met this young lady before. I just passed the girl who cashed the cheques outside the gates as I came in." Jenny squeezed my hand.

Chapter Six

The Doctor came. I was questioned. What could I remember? A prick in my arm. Weird dreams. Jenny asking for money, but in the middle of the night? I didn't mention the sex.

The Doctor looked at my arm. 

"Puncture marks. Any I authorised were in your backside."

The Doctor, my parents and, strangely, the Bank Manager stood to one side talking in low voices. I heard the words narcotic, susceptible, in love, Jenny squeezed my hand at this.

I looked at her. She'd stopped crying. Her face was stained with tears but she was smiling. My mother stood behind her. She rose and faced her.

"Jenny, I can't appologise too much. He's our only child and his father does overreact. We said some unforgivable things and can only pray you can forgive us."

Jenny started crying again. My mother held her.

"Shush. There now." She ran her fingers through her hair, making comforting noises. "You stay with Paul. We must contact the Police."

My father stood at the foot of the bed.

"Humph. Jenny. Humph." He seemed to have a problem clearing his throat. 

"Margaret will have told you. Humph. Said what had to be said. Humph."

It's all right, Mr Wagstaffe. I understand." Jenny sounded a little cold. "Can we be left alone now?"

"We'll leave you alone for a bit." The Doctor said. "Don't get the patient excited. I think he's had enough for one day."

We were alone. Jenny sat down, held my hand and kissed me.

"What happens next. Should I leave?"

"Do you want to?"

"It will be difficult staying with your parents."

"Stay with my Grandparents. They'd love to have you."

"All right. If they will.. It's a pity you shouldn't get excited."

Her hand had slipped under the bedclothes and rested on my prick and balls. She slowly wanked me to hardness.

"Do you think we'll be safe?"

"Oh yes." I breathed.

"Now don't get excited." She lowered her head, her lips forming a tight ring around my prick. "You taste a bit funny today. Have you been washed?"

"Not there."

She looked at me. 

"If I didn't know better I'd could be excused for thinking you'd been doing something with somebody."

She continued wanking me whilst she spoke.

"Chance would be a fine thing." I said. Mournfully.

"Cheer up. I should finish my period today and we'll see what we can do tomorrow."

She returned her mouth to my prick. Moving it up and down. Creating a vacuum within it. I put my hand on the back of her head trying to hold her still as I tried to fuck her mouth.

"Lie still." She said, mouth full of prick.

I tried. 

She moved faster, hand and mouth working together. I held her head again as I came. Spraying her mouth with sperm. She let subside, then started licking my prick, cleaning me with her tongue.

I could hear voices in the corridor. My parents were returning.

Jenny quickly sat up and pulled the bed clothes around me.

"The police will be along later to take a statement, if your up to it." My father said as he entered the room. "We'll get on, will we see you later, Jenny?"

"I don't know. It might be better if I stay somewhere else."

"There's no need for that. Come home now and we'll discuss it."

Jenny turned to me. 

"Go on." I said.

Jenny kissed me and they left.

Chapter Seven

The police had been. They took a statement. The Bank Manager left then came back for shift change at 8.00pm. The Police had him watch all the members of Staff as they came and went but I didn't hear of any arrests.

Mandy came and sat with me for a bit before I went to sleep. Questioning me about why the Police were there.

I explained about the cheques, how somebody had gone to the Bank and cashed them.

She switched out the light and left.

I awoke. Somebody's hands were on my balls.

"Shush. It's only me." 

Jenny.

"What. How."

"Jane showed me the back way in. It's never locked. She also told me the best time to see you. Mandy's done her rounds. She won't be back for four or five hours. She spends most of the night in the other wing where there are some quite ill people."

The room was in darkness but I could make out her removing her jeans and knickers. She reached behind and undid her bra under her T-shirt.

"I couldn't wait until tomorrow. I hope you don't mind." She said pulling back my bedclothes. 

Her fingers closed around my prick. 

"Shush. Don't make a noise." She said as she wanked me.

I reached out and felt her ass. First one cheek then the other. fingering her crack, searching for her anus. I rubbed it gently. She purred. Well that's what it sounded like. I let my finger run down between her legs, to the soft, hairy part between her two holes. She gasped. She wasn't wearing a sanitary towel. I found the wetness of her fanny and pushed my finger inside. I moved it in and out. She spread her legs wider and bent her mouth to my prick.

"Oh Paul." Her thighs tightened then relaxed. 

Turning, my finger falling from her, she climbed onto the bed, straddling me. She rubbed my prick along the length of her fanny crack, then sank down, impaling herself upon it.

I reached up with my good hand and held one of her breasts under her T-shirt. 

Small and firm.

"I've nothing to wear." I said as she began to ride me.

"Don't worry. It's safe this time of the month."

The fourteenth? I never knew that.

She moved up and down. Fanny lips clutching , holding me inside. She sat upright. I went further into her. Then she leaned forward, placing her hands either side of me and started moving faster. Short, sharp movements. Gripping me, then relaxing.

Throwing back her head she gasped then fell forward onto my chest. I moved my hips, my prick sliding in and out of her. She lent forward and sucked on my neck, caught her breath and kissed me hard.

I came. Inside her, on her fanny lips, on her ass cheeks. I felt for my prick and worked out the last few drops.

Jenny snuggled against me.

"Hmm. That was nice." She kissed my cheek.

She climbed off and lay on her side next to me. I put my good arm around her.

She ran her finger around my right eye. 

"The stitches come out soon." She said softly. "You won't be able to see much of a scar. Your eyebrows should grow back and cover most of it."

"Will you tell me what happened with Small when you went for help?"

"I don't want to."

"Please."

"Please don't make me."

"Alright. When you ready, will you tell me."

"I'll see."

She hadn't told anybody what had happened that night. Not even the Police. She wouldn't say anything.

Chapter Eight

I heard somebody in the corridor. Jenny lay asleep, head on my shoulder.

"Wake up. Somebody's coming."

She snorted, I think she farted, then she was awake.

"Go into the bathroom. Quickly." She slipped out of bed. Picking up her clothes and shoes she hurried into the bathroom.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 04



My door opened and two figures entered. One male one Nurse. It looked like Mandy.

A noise came from the bathroom. Jenny must have knocked something in the darkness.

In a second the man was there, pulling open the door and switching on the lights.

I switched on my bedside light as he came out of the bathroom dragging Jenny clothes and shoes falling from her hands.

"Don't make a sound either one of you. I've got this and I'll use it."

It was Small. He held a short barrelled revolver in his hand. He twisted Jenny's arm behind her back. She yelped.

"Don't Panther." Mandy said.

"Shut up. You know I'll do it. This will be quicker. Get his cheque book."

Mandy went to the dresser. She was carrying a kidney bowl and a syringe. Putting them down she opened the drawer and took out my cheque book. She brought it to the bed and pushed the meal table in front of me. 

"Make it out to her." He nodded to Jenny in front of him. 

"They'll never cash this for you."

"They will if She takes it and you ring first."

"Two hundred pounds."

I wrote it and signed it.

"You have a car, I'll want that."

"Take it."

"I might take her as well." 

He turned Jenny around and looked at her Fanny. He put his hand between her legs feeling her. Jenny stiffened and rose up slightly onto her toes. He must have entered her.

"Don't do that." I said swinging first my good leg, then plastered, over the edge of the bed.

"I read in the paper you were a hero. This time don't be."

"Paul, stay there." Jenny almost screamed at me.

The Further Adventures of Paul and Jenny. 

By Paul.

Part 3.

I sat still.

Small turned Jenny around, feeling her buttocks.

"Don't watch." She said to me. I could see tears in her eyes. 

"Get on your knees." He placed a hand on her shoulder forcing her down. "You know I'll kill him if you do not exactly as I say. Bend forward. Pull your ass cheeks apart."

She did as she was told. I could see her holes. Tight and brown, long and puffy and pink. I made to get off the bed. He pointed the revolver at me. 

"I've told you. Don't be a hero. Do as I say and nobody will be hurt." 

I thought of what he'd done to Carole. He was an animal.

"You." He pointed at Mandy. "Go and stand on the other side of the bed."

"Oh Panther, don't hurt them."

"Now nobody move."

He knelt behind Jenny and took out his prick.

"We have some unfinished business you and me young lady. Tell your boyfriend to stay where he is and nobody will get hurt."

Jenny looked at me. She was crying.

"Stay still Paul. It doesn't matter what he does." 

"Be sensible." He said as I made to move. "Or we might just see how much shit is up there." He placed the mussel of the revolver against Jenny's anus and pushed. "Keep those ass cheeks apart." He commanded her.

Jenny cried out as the revolver barrel penetrated her.

"She's very tight."

He removed the barrel and sniffed at it.

"Hmm. Very nice." 

He rubbed his prick up and down between her ass cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass."

Jenny shuddered.

I could hear footsteps in the corridor.

"I thought you'd given her enough to keep her quiet all night." Small said to Mandy.

"I did. That's not Lynn."

The door was thrown open and in the doorway stood a young girl. Perhaps she was a little older and bigger than Jenny but with similar colouring. 

"Mum." She looked at Mandy. 

She was crying. "The Bastard fucked me."

"You fucking cunt. Your own daughter."

Saying this she threw herself at him. Fingers hooked as talons. The three fell in a ball. Jenny trying to get away. Mandy scratching at his eyes. Small trying to club her away with the Revolver.

A shot rang out and Mandy collapsed. The young girl ran to her side. I got off the bed. One step with my good foot a swing of the plaster cast. The room started spinning. One more step with my good foot and I swung the plaster cast at Small. It hit his forearm, sending the Revolver spinning from his grasp. I saw Jenny scuttling on hands and knees towards it, her holes winking at me. Small moved, as fast as the cat after which he got his nickname. His hands were at my throat. I staggered backwards, against the dressing table. Bandaged arm across his throat trying to keep him at bay my good hand behind me seeking support. A shot rang out. I felt the wind of the bullet. 

"Don't fire." I shouted.

My fingers touched the kidney bowl then the syringe. My fingers closed around it and I picked it up, thrusting it into Small's chest, the palm of my hand depressing the plunger.

Small stood rigid for a second. Then he smiled. He sat down with a thump, then lay down, all the time smiling. His body stiffened, then shock, then relaxed. I could see urine spurting from his prick then the sound and smell of his sphincter relaxing, I stumbled to the bed. Shaking. Reaction was setting in. Jenny was by my side helping me to first sit then lie.

I could hear voices outside. Police sirens in the distance.

Jenny was crying. I ran my hand through her hair.

"Are you alright?" I asked, gently.

"Yes, but what about you?"

"I'll be okay."

Jenny looked down at Small.

"Do you think he's?" She started.

Voices at the door. "What's going on? Is everybody alright?"

"Come in." I called.

The door opened and the head of first one then a second patient appeared. "I've called the police." It was Mr Thompson, solicitor, prostate. "I hear them coming."

Mandy was moaning on the floor. 

"She's alive. She's alive." Her daughter repeated over and over, cradling her head in her lap. More voices in the corridor. "This way. This way." The police arrived. 

I awoke. Jenny's face looking down at me.

"And how are your feeling?"

"Could do with a drink."

She went to the sink and returned with a glass of water. She helped me sit up. I drank deeply.

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"He cut me, inside, with his gun. I'm going to be sore for a couple of days. I've some cream I've to put on before and after I go to the toilet."

"I could help you there." I said, perking up.

"I thought you might want to. We'll see later."

I put my arm around her and kissed her.

Suddenly I was shaking. I'd killed a man. Killed him. Jenny sat on the bed and held me. 

She looked into my eyes.

"You did the only thing you could. I don't think I ever loved you more than I did last night. Except for today."

I lay back. She pulled the bedclothes down and lifted my smock.

"I don't think I can." I said.

She stood up. Lifted her short skirt and took off her knickers. Standing by the side of the bed with her legs apart, holding her skirt above the waist, she said. "Feel me."

I reached out and touched her pubic hairs. They felt so soft. I slipped one finger between her legs along the crack of her fanny. She leant forward, placing one hand on the bed to steady herself, and opened her legs wider. I pushed upwards with my finger, feeling it enter her. It felt so warm inside her. I worked my finger in and out. Feeling her juices moistening it. She threw back her head, her breathing coming in gasps.

She moved her hand to my prick and balls. Cupping, then rubbing. I grew larger, and larger. She took my hand from between her legs and climbed onto the bed.

"What if somebody comes?"

"Jane says she'll keep a lookout for us."

"Aren't our nurses wonderful." I said as she sank down on my prick. 

I reached out and felt her breasts. So firm and warm. She ran her hands through her shoulder length brown hair. Bouncing up and down, fanny lips contracting and relaxing. She placed her hands on my chest and looked down at me. She smiled, breath whistling through her teeth. A single bead of sweat was running down the centre of her forward to the bridge of her nose. I lay my bandaged arm across her thighs and felt her left ass cheek with my right hand. 

"Don't touch my hole. It's sore." She gasped.

I gave her ass a squeeze and returned to her breasts. She slowed her pace. Rising until I almost slipped from her then sliding down until my full length was inside.

I felt the contractions of her tube as she came. The tightening and relaxing making me come as well.

"It's not the fourteenth. Is it still safe?" I asked as she sat back upon me. 

Squashing my balls prick still inside her.

She looked puzzled then smiled. "Fool. Five days before and after a period are considered to be fairly safe. You don't know a lot about girls, do you?" 

"Only what you've told me."

She climbed off. Pulled up a chair and held my hand as we kissed and talked. The rest of the day was spent piecing together the remains of the night, giving statements to the police and having my leg re-plastered. I didn't see Jenny in the afternoon. She'd gone to the police station to give her statement. My parents and grandparents came. Steve popped in for an hour in the early evening.

When Jenny returned we talked over what we knew and what we supposed. Small was dead. There would be an inquest. I would have to go before the magistrates and plead self- defence. A formality we were assured. A bullet causing a lot of blood had creased Mandy's head. She was taken to the neurological unit in Bristol for tests. There was no permanent damage. She didn't come back to work.

Jenny had a sore ass. I had a new plaster.

We had got away pretty lightly all things considered. Two weeks were to pass before the inquest. Each day there was a procession of Policemen, Solicitors and Doctors to see me. Requests from the press for interviews, which we declined on the grounds of it being yet to come before the courts.

Jenny and I didn't have much chance to do anything. We discussed her sneaking back in at night but the door had been locked and to ask one of the nurses to leave it open could have meant getting them into trouble. At the inquest the coroner only requested proof of identity and cause of death at first then went on to ask for an explanation of the circumstances. It all started to come out. 

Mandy and her Daughter, May. Drugging patients with a mixture of sedative and narcotic for sexual gratification. 

Small arriving from out of her past. Details of his journey from the farmhouse. 

A middle-aged woman in Birmingham raped and murdered her car and money stolen. 

The murder of a small time crook and gun supplier in Bristol. It had been his idea to get me to write cheques after he had got the story of the sex and drugs from Mandy. He wanted one too many otherwise he could have been away . May had cashed them being similar enough in age to match Jenny's driving licence, which in England doesn't carry a photograph. Mandy had stolen Jenny's driving licence from her handbag, which she'd left on the dressing table. Mandy and May had only gone along with it to get rid of Small. When he tied up May and raped her, his own daughter Mandy went wild with rage. We had to explain our own trouble with him in Lancashire. About the panther. His raping of Dorothy, Carole and Jo. The brutal beating of Dorothy's husband. Once again the papers had a field day. 

The story of the farmhouse was repeated. Much was made of my fighting Small with a leg in plaster and a heavily strapped arm. Again, I was a hero it seemed. I didn't feel like one. Two weeks after the inquest I was allowed out of Hospital and went to stay with my Grandparents. Jenny had a room there as well but gradually had to spend more and more time at University so took my car and became a weekend visitor. But what weekends.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05: Paul & Jenny's Caribbean Cruise

I sat looking out of the window as the December evening closed in. A fine grey drizzle was falling. Jenny would be home soon from University. She had my car, as I was not allowed to drive yet. I wished I had an automatic gear change on my car.

My Grandparents, with whom I was staying, were out and I was alone in the house with the exception of my Black Labrador Bitch, Millie.

I hoped she wouldn't be long. The more I knew her the more I missed her when she wasn't there.

My injuries had nearly healed. A slight stiffness in the wrist which might stay with me for the rest of my life. The bone in my ankle had knitted well and I should have no further problems with it. However my tendons still needed a little time to completely mend so I wore a support bandage and rested whenever possible, walking with the aid of a stick when necessary.

On the back of my left hand and forearm were the scars of the Panthers teeth. 

They would fade with time but would never completely disappear. We had discussed plastic surgery. Perhaps one day.

The court appearances had ended. 

Mandy had received a prison sentence, May a shorter one, suspended, due to the fact she had discovered she was pregnant, possibly by her own father. At the end of the sixties, when this took place, it wasn't possible to determine the parent of a child in the womb so she had decided to run full term, as there were other possible fathers. My plea of self-defence had been accepted.

The newspapers kept trying to get us to give interviews but we had all decided to keep quiet about the details of the rapes that had taken place in the farmhouse. With Small's death that case would not now come to court.

We had both to go to London the following week for the presentation of our Duke of Edinburgh awards. We had met completing them in Northern Ireland in the summer. 

I saw the lights of my car, or as Jenny says, her car, roll through the gates and up the short gravel drive to the front of the cottage. 

Three bedrooms, low oak beamed ceilings, big fireplaces. The downstairs study had been converted into a bedroom for me whilst convalescing. Handy whilst Jenny was there. She could sneak down from her bedroom upstairs when my Grandparents were in bed and spend most of the night with me.

I saw Jenny get out of the car and went to the front door to greet her. Millie leaping up and down by my side.

"Good girl, Millie. Down girl." Millie eventually calmed down and trotted to her basket in the kitchen.

"Hallo." She said, kissing me. "Miss me?"

"Why? Where have you been?" 

"Fool."

I followed her into the kitchen where she put the kettle on for tea.

She stood looking out of the window.

"What a dismal day. Still I know something that's going to cheer you up."

I came close behind her and reaching around her took a breast in either hand. She pushed her ass back into my groin. I gently rotated my hips rubbing myself against her. She pushed further backwards. 

"Hmm. That's not what I had in mind."

"I'd better stop then."

"You'd better not."

She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and turned her face upwards to me.

I tried to meet her lips with mine. 

"Turn around." I whispered.

She turned to face me and we kissed. Tongues touching, probing.

My hands felt for her ass cheeks. Squeezing and pulling them.

"What about your Grandparents?"

"We've got an hour."

"Funny how they always seem to be out at this time on a Friday afternoon. Shall we try to make it to the bed this time?"

"I'll get something to wear." I said, turning to go back to my room.

"Wait a minute. This is one of the things I wanted to tell you."

"Well. We haven't got that much time." She can always frustrate me.

"You'll like this."

"Please hurry." I rubbed myself through my trousers to relieve the pressure.

"Naughty. I hope you haven't been doing that to yourself whilst I have not been here."

"I've had enough." I said. Stepping forward I pulled her to me. Kissing her hard I reached behind her for the clasp and zip of her skirt.

She tried to move her head to protest but I kept my lips glued to hers.

Her skirt fell to the ground and I put my hands inside her tights and knickers feeling her ass cheeks.

"Oh Paul, Paul." She said. Her hands went to the top of my trousers, fumbling with the belt, clasp and zip.

I knelt on one knee, pulling her tights and knickers with me. I kissed her thighs and stood up. 

Millie looked up from her basket with a ' Oh, not again' look on her face. 

"Turn around." I said pulling her by the hips until she was facing the table. 

"Bend over." She leaned forward, forearms on the table. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and gazed at her holes. I never get tired of looking at them. 

Pushing my trousers and underpants down I rubbed my, by now, erect prick up and down her fanny lips. Pulling back to place it against her anus, then back to her fanny.

"Put it in Paul. Stop teasing me." She was breathing heavily.

I pushed against her. It was like pushing against a wall. I pushed again. No entry. Jenny bent her knee and placed a foot on a chair. Reaching between her legs she pulled her fanny lips apart. I pushed again. I was in. One inch, two inches. I pulled out to the entrance and pushed again. Jenny groaned, then yelped. I was right in. Moving backwards and forwards I grabbed her hips to pull her with me. Four nights without her were too much and I soon came, shooting my first load inside her as I pulled out and spraying the remainder of my come over her ass, some running down her crack over her anus.

"Sorry about that." I said.

"It's what I was trying to tell you." She turned to face me and put her arms around my neck. "I was going to save this till Christmas but I had better tell you now. I don't want you worrying until my next period. I saw the University Doctor and I went on the pill. You have to wait for at least one full cycle before your considered safe. Mine finished on Wednesday."

"You could have told me."

"You'd have only got excited and you were still recuperating."

"Let's go to bed and see if they work."

Bending she picked up her skirt and tights. I took off my trousers and underpants. Carrying our clothes we went into my bedroom. 

"Stay and guard." I called. Millie grunted and went to sleep.

In my bedroom we placed the clothes we were carrying on a small armchair and quickly removed our others.

We faced each other, naked, by the side of the bed.

Not touching with my hands I leant forward and kissed her on the lips, they parted allowing my tongue entry. I moved close touching her body with mine. I put my arms around her waist, hands feeling for her buttocks. Jenny put her hands on my shoulder blades and pressed against me.

Moving her hands to my chest she pushed me gently away. Without saying anything she turned and pulled back the bedclothes. She lay on the bed, head on the pillow and held her arms out to me. I lay by her side and put one arm behind her neck. I placed my lips against hers and probed with my tongue. Her lips parted and her tongue rose to meet mine. Tips touching, exploring. I circled hers with mine. She licked the underside of my tongue as I pushed further inside I licked the back of her teeth and gums. Pulling my tongue back I ran it along the front of her teeth pushing into the gaps between them.

Jenny pulled her lips away and turned her head away. I licked and kissed her cheek, along her jaw line until I reached her ear. I sucked gently on its lobe, pulling it into my mouth then releasing it. I licked the flap of skin guarding her hole then lightly touched the hairs behind it. Jenny moaned. I moved to the top of her ear sucking and licking that then reversing my route went back to her lobe. She sighed. I kissed her neck. Resisting the temptation to leave a love bite I moved down to her collarbone then to her breasts. Her nipples were standing proud. I sucked one into my mouth. Gently massaging it with my lips. Jenny pushed down on my shoulders. I released her nipple and looked into her eyes. There were so many emotions in them.

She smiled up at me. She could have asked me for the world at that moment and I would have given it to her.

I licked her navel. She arched her back. Pushing harder on my shoulders. I resisted the pressure, a feeling of power and control swept over me. 

"Please, please." Jenny, through clenched teeth.

I nuzzled her pubic hair. Jenny bent her knees, feet on the bed, ankles touching her bum. I pushed her pubic hairs away exposing her erect clitoris. I sucked it gently. Her back arched again as if she had received an electric shock. I licked her clitoris slowly, then faster, then very fast. Jenny's breath came in gasps. With her hands pulling on the back of my head her hips raised pushing her fanny against me she cried out, loud, as she came.

Pulling away from me she reached for my pick with her hands, then her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, the ring formed by her lips pulling my foreskin with it. She stopped and straddled me. There was urgency about her that more than matched my own earlier. Guiding my prick to her entrance she sank down on me. It felt so warm, so tight. She moved herself up and down. Hands going to her own breasts. I caught her wrists, pulling her down to me, kissing her. Pulling away she snorted and sank down on me hard, almost painfully, her fanny contracting and relaxing with her orgasm. 

She leant forwards onto my chest kissing my neck. 

"That was lovely." She sighed.

"It's not over yet." I said. 

She gasped as I pulled my still hard prick from her fanny and wormed out from underneath her. Laying her onto her side facing away from her I bent her knees and spread her thighs. I moved closer behind her and placed the tip of my prick against her fanny. I pushed forward. She was so wet, so open, that I slipped inside with hardly any resistance. I lowered her thigh and started moving holding her hip with one hand. I placed my other hand between her shoulder blades and pushed, bending her at the waist. 

I moved faster, harder, my balls hitting the back of her thighs. I felt myself swelling. I pulled and pushed against her hip and I was there jerking inside her, my come shooting into her. I moved slowly, milking the last drops from my balls, then pulled from her my prick subsiding. Jenny turned and snuggled against me.

"I think we both needed that." She smiled. It lit up her face and my day.

"Oh. I forgot to tell you." She continued. "Your parents have arranged for us to go on a cruise."

I could here the sound of a car pulling up in the drive.

"My grandparents. Get dressed quickly." I said as we both leapt from the bed.

"Where's my knickers." Jenny asked as the front door opened.

The Cruise of Paul and Jenny. By Paul. Part two.

Chapter One.

After tea we all decided to go to the local pub for a drink.

Leaving through the French windows at the rear of the cottage we crossed the paved patio area, down three broad steps, skirted the swimming pool, down three further steps to the lawns. Nearly 100 yards in length continuing up either side of the cottage. Flower borders and bramble hedges on one side with the tees of the woods behind. On the other side a walled garden separated my Grandparents property from their nearest neighbourghs. At the foot of the lawns were formal rose gardens with a three-seater wooden bench facing back up towards the house. A stream, shallow, fast flowing, six feet wide with steep sides ran along the bottom of the gardens. My Grandfather had had a small footbridge erected over the stream to allow access to the public footpath on the other side, which ran downhill into the village and uphill through the woods onto the heath above. Upon reaching the pub we hung our coats on the hooks by the door and took a table in a corner. Grandfather went to get the drinks. Jenny and I sat on an old Church pew with our backs to the wall while Grandmother sat on one of the high, wheel-backed chair facing us. Jenny held my hand under the table.

"I've written down the details of the cruise somewhere." Grandmother said. "I have it in my bag somewhere."

She opened her handbag, a small ball of material rested on top. 

"Oh, you'd better have these back."

She quickly passed Jenny's knickers across the table. 

Our faces must have looked a picture as she quickly said.

"Don't worry. I've probably left mine in more embarrassing places. 

"Grandmother, I'm shocked to here you say that." And I was.

"I'm not." Jenny said looking straight into Grandmother's eyes. "Boy's just don't understand."

"You haven't just invented the wheel, Paul." Grandmother said with a twinkle in her eye. "It's been around a long time. Although I did have to tell Roland that they were wet because Millie must have found them and carried them around in her mouth."

"I never heard how you met Paul's Grandfather. Please tell us."

"It was a long time ago now. 1918. Your Grandfather was twenty, flying aeroplanes in the Great War. He had put off going to University to join your county Regiment. He had served in the trenches then transferred to the Royal Flying Corps in 1917. He had been shot down and wounded and been taken to the Hospital just outside Paris where I, like many others of my age, was working as a voluntary nurse. He remained in my Hospital for about eight weeks before being allowed back to England for recuperation. I was one of the nurses that accompanied his draft of returning wounded officers to London. I had some leave due and he invited me to come and stay with him and his parents in Somerset." Grandfather returned with the drinks.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"You." Grandmother replied. "Jenny wanted to know how we met."

"Don't. It's so long ago now."

Grandmother ignored him.

"Where was I, oh yes. He returned to flying in France in time to be shot down in France a couple of months before the Armistice. He was collecting Steve's Grandfather, Jeremy, who had been working behind the German lines. Jeremy had information that had to be got back to our lines so he left your Grandfather, who had a broken ankle, with a young girl who had found them and given them shelter in an old barn. A band of deserting German soldiers killed her. Jeremy persuaded one of Roland's fellow Officers to drop him back over the lines a few days later but when he got to the Barn it had been burnt down. In the ashes were two bodies, one man one woman. Nearby the man's body were the remains of Roland's identity papers and his flying orders. It was necessary to carry them in case of false landing, if caught you could be shot as a spy.

Grandmother sipped her Gin and tonic.

"We were told in England that he was dead. The Armistice came. One of the officers I'd nursed came to see me and asked me to marry him. I said yes. Jeremy remained in France helping to interrogate suspected spies and deserters when he heard of a man claiming to be a British pilot due to be executed by the French for killing a French Officer. Jeremy managed to get there just in time to prevent the execution and had the case reopened. This time Roland's plea of self defence was accepted."

Grandmother drank again.

"Roland returned to England, I was to be married in a week. He stole me away. We left to live in South America for two years, I worked for a local Doctor, and Roland trained the pilots of the local air force and we were involved in starting an interior air mail and passenger air service. I fell pregnant with your father, there was a revolution and we were lucky to get out alive. We stole an aeroplane and flew out with the Presidents family and a lot of money. We were very well paid. We had forgotten to get married in all the excitement so you can imagine the uproar when we returned. Still that's another story."

She finished her drink. She picked up the empty glass and studied it closely.

I took it to the bar for a refill. Grandfather and I had a second pint of beer while Jenny had a second glass of wine. After we had finished we left to walk home.

Two men in their early twenties passed us as we crossed the car park to the footpath. I nodded to them.

"Do you know them." Jenny asked.

"Tommy's cousins, Phil and Terry." I replied.

"Tommy lives on his father's farm in the valley. They're tenants of Lord Locktrell." I explained. "Phil and Terry help out there when they're not in prison."

"They've been coming up to the village quite a bit recently, I've seen Tommy a couple of times as well." Grandfather said. "I don't trust them. They're normally up to no good."

I felt Jenny shiver by my side. I put my arm around her. 

We walked on by the light of the small torches Grandfather and I carried. As we crossed the bridge into the garden I could hear Millie barking.

We hurried to the house and unlocked the French windows. Millie shot out before I could grad her collar and ran to the bottom of the garden. Crossing the bridge she ran, nose down, uphill and down, sniffing the ground.

I called her to come back. On the third go she did.

Trotting up the side of the lawn by the walled garden she went to the font of the building and stood growling at my car. 

"There's nobody there, you stupid dog." I said.

"She obviously heard something." Said Grandfather. "Better take your distributor cap off if somebody is sneaking around after your car."

I opened the driver's door and popped the bonnet. Grandfather lifted it up and removed the distributor cap then slammed it shut.

"Let's go inside." He said. "It's going to rain."

Chapter Two.

After a snack and some cocoa we had all gone to bed by eleven. I was just dropping off when I heard my doorknob turning. I watched as the door slowly opened and a figure with long hair made it's way towards me in the dim light. My bedclothes were pulled slowly back and the lump of ice called Jenny slipped in beside me.

"You're cold." I shivered.

"Warm me up then." She replied. 

I rubbed her for a time through her dressing gown and nightdress. When I felt she was warm enough I began to undress her. Undoing the cord around her waist I slipped the dressing gown over her shoulders and pulling it for underneath her dropped it to the floor. Kneeling between her legs I pushed up her nightdress, Jenny lifted her hips to assist me. She sat up to help me pull it over her head and I dropped to the floor on top of her dressing gown. Sinking back onto the pillow she pulled my head to hers and kissed me, mouth open, tongue flicking. I caught her tongue between my lips and sucked it into my mouth whilst my prick nudged at her opening.

Releasing her tongue I kissed her bottom lip then, with licks and nibbles made my way along her jawbone to her ear.

I sucked gently on her lobe, then probed her opening with my tongue.

Jenny tried to move down the bed to take my prick inside her but I lowered myself on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my weight.

I kissed the side of her neck then moved down to her collarbone. Shifting my weight I took first one nipple, then the other into my mouth, sucking slowly and carefully. She placed both hands on my shoulders and tried to push me towards her fanny. I resisted, revelling in the feeling of power I suddenly had.

"Please Paul. Don't tease me." She whispered low, she was having trouble controlling her breathing.

I reluctantly let her nipple slip from my lips and kissed my way to her navel. She arched her back and moved her hips, pressing her pubic mound against my chest. Again her hands were on my shoulders trying to force me down. This time I went with the pressure.

With one of her feet on each of my shoulders and her thighs spread wide I smoothed away the pubic hairs covering her fanny lips and kissed them, sucking each one in turn into my mouth. Releasing them I spread them with my thumbs and buried my tongue as far inside her as it would go swirling it around against the sides of her fanny. I could hear her moaning as she placed her hands on the back of my head and tried to pull me further inside. Catching her wrists I held her arms by her side and continued licking. Her fanny lips were closing around my tongue so I made my way to her clitoris and sucked it, pulling it from its hood. Jenny suddenly clamped her thighs tightly around my head and came, letting out a strangled cry. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05



I kissed her full on the fanny as I would her mouth tasting her free flowing juices. I licked the short hairs and soft skin leading to her anus. I pushed on the back of her thighs, spreading her ass cheeks. I licked the sides of her crack then her anal ring. Around the outside at first with a wide circular motion of my tongue then slowly tightening the circle until my tongue touched the tight folds of skin at the centre of her hole. With each touch of my tongue a moan escaped her this increased to a gasp as I pushed my tongue inside her. It was so tight I could hardly move at all inside her. I moved back to her entrance worked up more saliva and probed again. It was a little easier this time as my saliva lubricated her. I probed with my tongue feeling for the side walls of her tube. I could taste the sharpness and the bitterness of her. My tongue was getting tired so I pulled out of her anus, licking her ring when I'd done so. I kissed her fanny lips again, then her clitoris. I took into my mouth. She came almost immediately as I sucked it.

I kissed her pubic hair, her navel, gently sucked on each nipple and kissed her on the mouth. She reached down between us and, opening her fanny lips with one hand and guided my prick inside her with the other.

She felt so warm as I sank inside her. She was so wet and open I had trouble feeling the sides of her fanny so I thrust first to one side then the other. Jenny closed her legs, catching my hips between her thighs and placing her heels on my ass cheeks. She rocked in time with me alternatively clenching and relaxing her fanny muscles. I quickened my pace and with a final thrust deep inside her came. I waited for my prick to stop it's spasms then moved slowly in and out savouring the feel, the wetness of her.

I pulled out and plopped down beside her.

Turning onto her side away from me she held one of my hands against her breasts. 

"Time to sleep." She said grinding her ass back into my groin until comfortable.

I lay still as she fell asleep, taking in her smell, her warmth, thinking, just thinking.

Chapter three.

I awoke in the morning with a hard on. Jenny was looking at me, her face about four inches from mine.

"You have to learn to control that Willie of yours. She said, a serious look on her face. The tip of my prick was pushing into her pubic mound. "Every time I moved last night it followed me, I'm sure it was trying to get inside me."

"It likes you." I protested.

"And I like it but only when it's under control."

"It likes you now." I said, pushing gently against her mound.

"Is it hinting at something?"

Jenny threw back the bedclothes and looked at my prick. The central heating had cut in and the room was pleasantly warm.

"I suppose I had better say good morning to it properly." 

I lay on my back as she slid down the bed. Taking my prick in one hand she slowly stroked it.

"Good morning Mr Willie." She said before encircling it with her lips.

"Hmm. Good morning to you." I said.

With her hand and mouth working together she soon brought me to the point of coming. Then she stopped.

"Just how much money do you have?" She asked lifting her head.

"This is not the time. I'll tell you in a minute."

"You teased me last night."

As we spoke her hand was slowly wanking me, I couldn't stop it. I pushed her head back towards my prick but came before it reached her mouth. I watched my come shoot into the air.

"Oh you mucky frog. It's all over me"

Jenny knelt by my side looking down at me. My come was running down her cheeks, her chin. Some was in her hair.

"I better go and wash. Your Grandparents will be up soon."

I sat up and kissed a spot on her face free of sperm. She slipped on her dressing gown, and picking up her nightdress, was gone.

I lay back and closed my eyes.

Chapter Four

After breakfast we all discussed our plans for the day. Jenny and Grandmother were taking my car into town where they were meeting my mother for shopping. Grandfather was golfing with my father and some friends.

I was studying.

I wrote out a cheque for Jenny to cash at the Bank. She was quite well known there now. 

"That's too much Paul." As usual she argued that it was for too much money.

"No it isn't." I replied. "Let me explain."

We were sitting next to each other on the sofa in the sitting room. My chequebook and pen were on the coffee table in front of us.

"My Great Aunt died last year. Myself, my parents and my grandparents were her only living relatives. She had fallen out with everybody apart from me so she left me everything she owned in her will. She knew everybody else was comfortably off anyway. She left over £120,000 in cash, which my father's firm has invested for me in stocks and shares and also a block of six flats in Chiswick, in London. Her husband, my great Uncle Alistair, and she had bought them in the early thirties during the depression. They lived in one flat and let the rest. With all bills paid and the caretakers pay they bring me in about £8,000 per year. My shares paid in dividend £5,000 during the last twelve months. I could sell the block for over £100,000 if I needed the money but I'm not going to. Some of the tenants have indicated they wish to buy but I have decided to wait a few years before letting them. What I draw out of this is at the discretion of the trustees, which are my father and grandfather that's why the Bank Manager called my father when I'd written those cheques which were overdrawing my account. It all comes to me when I'm twenty-one anyway. Not a truly vast fortune but enough to see me comfortable for the rest of my life and to leave a tidy sum for anybody who follows me."

"That's a fortune when I think of what my Father earns."

"It's just an accident of birth. All my family has had to earn their money, I'll be the first and possibly last who will inherit anything of worth. It will probably increase considerably when my Grandparents go. They have investments in both North and South America. Mostly thanks to that President he flew out in the twenties"

"We haven't discussed children yet." Jenny said after a pause.

"Only ways of preventing you having any."

Jenny smiled and squeezed my hand.

"I want to qualify as a teacher and have my own career. When I'm established in five or six years time I would like three or four children if you can manage it."

"I'll certainly do my best. You'll just have to make sure I stay in practice 'till the time comes."

"You haven't too many complaints so far, have you?"

"None at all." 

I put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her. Her mouth opened and she began to respond when I heard a cough from the doorway.

"It's time to go." Grandmother stood smiling. "If you're still hungry Paul there's bread for toast and cereals in the kitchen."

"No. I'm fine thank you Grandmother."

I opened the garage doors for Grandfather to drive out the old black Rover and closed them behind him. With a wave he was off. Jenny and Grandmother got into the mini, Jenny wound down the window and I leaned in and kissed her.

"Drive carefully." I waved them away.

I went back into the house but couldn't settle so picking up Millie's lead and my stick I walked to the bottom of the garden, across the bridge and up through the woods. The leaves had long fallen. They lay in wind blown piles. I kicked my way through one pile, Millie jumping and snapping at the leaves as they flew through the air. After about four hundred yards the trees thinned and opened onto a clearing of two-three acres. This had been used for centuries as a rutting ground for the local Deer. The path followed the edge of the woods upward for a further two hundred yards before the trees gave way to scrub and heather. In the centre of the clearing stood a solitary old oak tree. Arms and fingers stretching in all directions, naked without it's leaves. A thousand years old they said. Today it looked it.

Millie ran around, sniffing, looking for Rabbits. 

I walked up to the oak. I used to play there with Tommy, Len and Steve when we were children. Sometimes it was a ship, sometimes a castle. I smiled at the memory, but there are other memories. Steve leading me into Gay sex. I hadn't needed much leading. Had Jenny saved me from a life as a homosexuality? Images of Tommy fucking me. The pain and humiliation. Jenny exacting my only revenge with the help of her friends.

And what of her friends? Linda and Shirley. I smiled at the thought of the sex I'd had with Linda. The taste of her fanny and ass. How she'd made me come. Then I remembered the look on Jenny's face when she'd entered the tent to find Linda rubbing herself over my face. Still it had lead to both Jenny and I loosing our Virginity's. Jo and Carole. Jo a lesbian, Carole readjusting her life after being gang banged at a party then to be raped in the fanny and ass by Small in the farmhouse. No wonder she had taken it hard. Jo seemed to have shrugged her rape off as of no importance and was now living with an Uncle in Australia. Carole was coming on the cruise with us in the New Year. Dorothy and Dave, her Aunt and Uncle would be coming as well. I wasn't sure this was going to be such a wonderful idea. Carole had admitted to liking me a lot. I could see it becoming awkward. Being nineteen we were minors in America and on some of the islands on our cruise so needed to have an adult accompanying us.

I called Millie and started on my way back. My leg was beginning to ache and it looked like rain.

I reached the cottage just as the first drops started to fall. Taking off my coat and shoes I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Millie drank from her water bowl and lay down in her basket.

Tea made I took a mug full and some biscuits and sat in an armchair in the living room.

The phone rang. It was my Mother.

"Paul, can you get to the hospital as quickly as possible. There's been an accident."

Chapter six.

I sat by Jenny's bed holding her hand.

"I can't see why they want to keep me in overnight. I'm fine. Just a little bruised."

"It's just for observation, to be on the safe side, you'll be home tomorrow."

"I broke our car." I could see tears welling up in her eyes.

"I don't care about the car. Just as long as you're alright." 

Jenny burst into tears. I sat on the bed and cuddled her.

Her shoulders shook for several minutes as she sobbed as if her heart was breaking. I felt so helpless. All I could do was hold her, stroke her hair, mumble meaningless phrases.

She sniffed. I gave her my handkerchief. 

"How's your Grandmother?" She asked when she could control her voice.

"She's under sedation at the moment. I didn't realise she had such a poor heart."

"I couldn't help it."

"Don't worry. Nobody blames you."

"I did try to stop at the junction. The breaks just didn't work. Then the Van hit us and spun us headfirst into the wall. I thought at first that I was the only one hurt when the steering wheel hit me. Your Grandmother was so calm. She stayed with me until they could release me. It was only when we got into the Ambulance that she collapsed."

She burst into tears again.

I held her close. Her shoulders were shaking. I could only kiss her, talk to her. Tell her everything was going to be all right.

My Mother came up to the bed.

"Your Grandfather and Father are still with her. She said a few words. They don't think it was a heart attack, they have to run more tests before they're sure. She said you're not to worry, it wasn't your fault. She saw you pressing the breaks and heard you shout that they were not working. Your Fathers phoned the garage." This to me. "He wants that car to have a thorough going over. You'll probably need a new one."

Jenny started crying again.

"Hush now." I said. "We're insured. When we get back from London we'll go out and buy a new one together. Now lie down and rest for a bit. I'll look in on Grandmother then I'll come back."

"Don't be long, please."

"I'll stay with you until he gets back." Mother said taking my chair.

I was back inside ten minutes.

Grandmother was asleep, she looked ill. Grandfather sat by her side, he suddenly looked old.

Father came back with me to collect my mother and take her home. He would return in the evening to collect Grandfather and myself.

I sat with Jenny watching the Sport on the television at the end of the ward.

We held hands under the bedclothes. I tried to touch her fanny.

"Don't." She held my hand away. "I am a bit sore down there."

"You are alright though?"

"I think so. It shook me up a bit and it did hurt when the steering wheel hit me. I think they are right that I should stay here overnight after all. I'm looking forward to going to London, seeing your flat and meeting the Duke."

"You were supposed to be buying some new clothes and things today."

"Don't worry. Your Mother is taking me shopping on Tuesday. We're going down Oxford Street and to Harrods."

"What am I going to do? Fathers playing Golf, you're shopping."

"We do need somebody to meet my Parents when they get there."

"And I've got the job?"

"Please do it."

I squeezed her thigh.

"Alright, as it's for you."

"You're Mother told me she rang my Parents. They wanted to come down straight away but they have my Sisters to consider. Your Mother persuaded them I'm not in any danger so they'll leave it until Tuesday in London."

The evening meal arrived and I helped her eat it.

"The food isn't as good as the private Hospital you were in."

"That's because I'm on the payroll of my fathers firm and the Insurance Company paid."

"I wish I was."

I stayed until eight o'clock, paying two short visits to my Grandparents. Grandmother was sleeping peacefully. Grandfather was looking the worst of the two.

Chapter Seven.

We returned the following morning at ten.

Grandmother was sitting up and talking. Jenny was up and dressed and ready to go.

The Doctor called me into the Sisters office at the far end of the ward.

"I've examined her." He said. "She's very tender around the lower abdomen. I'd like her to see her own Doctor in a couple of days when any bruising has come out. I'd prefer her to put her feet up and do nothing strenuous until then. She tells me you're going to London in the morning. Meeting somebody important she tells me. I hope you enjoy it. Watch out for her and make sure she sees her own Doctor when you get back."

"I will Doctor." I promised. "Thank you for all you've done."

Jenny was waiting outside the door. Father had taken her case to the car.

"What did he want to speak to you about?" She asked as we made our way out of the building hand in hand.

"Just to say you're to take things easy and see your own Doctor when we get back."

"Yes. He said that to me."

We went back to my Parents house for Lunch. Afterwards Grandfather dropped Jenny and I back at the cottage on his way back to the Hospital. 

I let Millie out and she ran to the bottom of the garden across the bridge and into the woods. She returned five minutes later.

Jenny made a pot of tea and we sat side by side on the sofa.

"It's a pity you're so sore." I started.

"I didn't do it on purpose." She looked like she was going to cry again.

"I didn't mean anything. But it is a pity."

"Oh alright. I can take a hint. You're not to touch me though. And you're right it is a pity."

Saying this she ran her hand up the inside of my thighs. Reaching my balls she gave them a gentle squeeze. I took a deep breath.

"You don't have to do anything if you're not feeling alright." I said.

"I'm not 100%, but I know you want me to." She kissed me. "It's the girls job to look after her man after all. And anyway I want to."

I unbuckled my belt and undid the top of my trousers. Jenny painfully slid to the floor between my legs and unzipped me. She tugged at the top of my trousers so I lifted my backside from the sofa whilst she pulled them, together with my underpants to my ankles. 

She lay her cheek against the inside of my thigh and gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Sucking the other ball into her mouth she used her tongue to lick along the underside then, releasing them her tongue traced a path through my hairs towards my anus. I lifted my hips, increasing her access to my hole. She continued to lick just above it, then, as if she'd made up her mind, her tongue darted out to touch it. The briefest moment of contact and it was gone. A second touch, then a third, each a millisecond longer than the previous. She picked up my prick and started to wank me. Just the finger tips and thumb of her right hand. Moving her mouth back to my balls she sucked and licked on them again. Moving her mouth to the base of my prick she kissed it then sucked it. Moving again she took the tip of my prick into her mouth. As she bobbed her head up and down I brushed away her hair to watch my prick disappear between her lips. Feeling my balls tighten and my prick grow even thicker she increased the speed of her movements, until with a cry, I came. I watched her head jerked backwards with the force of my come hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly as I came again and again. Finally I stopped. She slowly wanked me, licking: kissing and sucking the tip of my prick. I felt myself growing again, still inside her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around my prick she head began it's bobbing movements as her fingers ran through my pubic hairs, over my stomach and, under my shirt, to my chest. It was all to much and I quickly came, Jenny swallowing everything. 

She looked up at me, licking her lips. 

"I won't need any tea if you keep feeding me like this."

The Cruise of Paul and Jenny. By Paul

Part Three.

We drove up to London on the Monday as planned.

Grandmother was still in Hospital and would stay there for a few days. Jenny's breasts, ribs and stomach were still sore but she was otherwise okay. I would need a new car.

Father pulled into the parking area behind the flats. We unloaded our suitcases and carried the in through the backdoor. Hudson, the caretaker, janitor, security and anything else that needed doing man, was in the main entrance hall to meet us. 

"Morning Sirs, Ladies. So this is your fiancée Mr Paul. Pleased to meet you Miss." He touched his forehead. 

Hudson had been with mine and Steve's fathers in Korea shortly after we had been born. Steve's father had been killed there, and my father, together with Hudson, wounded. Ever since his recovery Hudson had worked in some capacity for my father. First in Somerset as a Gardener and Driver, then in London in the flats as the position became available. He lived in a small two room flat in the basement. Rent-free. My father offered him better accommodation but he was happy there. On his visits to the flats my father usually spent at least one evening in his flat sharing a bottle of whisky.

It took two trips in the lift to reach the second floor flat with our luggage. Hudson had opened the windows to air it. There was always a plentiful supply of clean laundry available for unplanned visits and Hudson had bought in some essential food supplies. Mother put the kettle on for tea.

"Your father and I will take the double room, Jenny's parents can have the twin room, Jenny has your room and I'm afraid you have the sofa, Paul." My mother said as she busied herself with teapot and cups. "There will be plenty of room for your clothes in the cupboards in Jenny's room." Jenny and I took our cases into the bedroom and began to unpack.

"Poor Paul. Sleeping on the sofa. Still it's just as well at present. I couldn't take too much manhandling at the moment." She kissed me on the forehead. "Cheer up."

The tea was ready. We sat on the armchairs and sofas to drink it and eat the sandwiches mother had made.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05



"Your father and I are going to visit Gill and Freddie." I brightened up. "You remember, he used to work for your father's firm. He's now a partner in a firm in the city. Do you want to come?"

"I'd rather not, Mrs Wagstaffe. I'm still feeling a little sore and I'm a bit tired." Jenny you're wonderful.

"Of course, you stay here with Paul. Perhaps he'll show you the local area later. We will be back for five, your father has booked us a table at eight at the Maison Jacques."

Jenny looked blank.

"It's a little place around the corner." I explained.

Drinks and Sandwiches finished they were gone. Hudson had phoned for a taxi and it was waiting outside.

Jenny stood at the window, watching and waving goodbye.

I stood close behind her. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back from the window into me.

I lifted the jumper and T-shirt she had travelled in over her head. I undid the clasp of her bra, slipping the straps over her shoulders, freeing her breasts. My prick was hard already, lying hard against her ass cheek. She moved her hips pushing against me. The clasp of her skirt was on her left hip. I undid it and lowered the zip. It fell to the floor. I kissed her neck. She shivered slightly despite the warmth of the central heating. I hooked my thumbs inside the top of her tights and pushed them down over her hips and buttocks. I knelt behind her and pulled them to the ground. I helped her out of her shoes and held her tights as she slipped her feet from them. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs and planted a kiss on either panty covered ass cheek. Her panties were small and white. I slowly eased them down over her buttocks, her thighs, and her calves and off. 

With a hand on either ass cheek I pulled them apart. I licked the top of the divide between her cheeks. Moving down, tickling the soft exposed skin. Licking around her anus, the slightly musty smell and slightly bitter taste.

"Let's go to bed." 

She turned placing her hands on either side of my face she lifted me slightly. 

"Let's shower first."

Jenny picked up her clothes and walked towards the bathroom. I walked behind watching her ass move. 

Inside the bathroom she dropped her clothes in a corner and started unbuttoning my shirt. I undid my trousers and pushed them, with my underpants to the floor. I hopped around trying to remove my socks and shoes whilst Jenny was pulling my shirt from me. I was naked. My prick standing proud, almost reaching my navel. 

"It's amazing it all fits inside really." She mused, looking at it.

There was a shower unit and curtain set over the bath. We stood inside and drew the curtain around us. I set the heat to fairly hot and switched on the water. At first a cold blasts as the pipes emptied and the heater cut in. We both shivered; I put my arm around her, feeling for an ass cheek. The water warmed. Taking a bar of soap I worked up lather on her shoulders and arms.

"Please be careful, Paul."

The front of her body was a mass different colours where the bruising from where the steering wheel had hit her were coming out. I felt a breast as gently as I could. She pulled away. 

"I'm sorry Paul. I don't want to ruin it for you but it hurts."

"Don't worry." I said. " I won't touch you there. Turn around."

She did and I began to soap her back, working down to her ass. I slipped a finger down her crack and found her anus. I rubbed gently. Taking a bar of soap I ran it between her ass cheeks with my other hand I reached around her and found her clitoris. She gasped. I rubbed it then reached between her legs for the soap, working it against her fanny lips then her pubic hairs. I probed her anus, my finger entering her. Dropping the soap I found her clitoris again and started rubbing it in earnest. With her breath catching at the back of her throat she came. Holding my wrist and forearm to steady herself.

She turned and kissed me. Bending, she picked up the soap. I saw her wince.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned.

"My bums on fire." She winced again. "It must be the soap."

Reaching behind her I touched it. She pushed my hand away.

"Don't, it's sore."

Jenny started lathering my chest, shoulders and arms. She paused allowing the water to rinse me. More soap and she took my prick in one hand, pulling back my foreskin she washed it's length, then my balls.

"Turn around." She commanded.

I did.

Her hands rubbed across my shoulder blades and down. Reaching my ass she pulled my cheeks apart and let the water run between them. The bar of soap followed then a finger at my anus, pushing, it entered me. I pushed against it, helping it in, reliving sensations I'd almost forgotten. Jenny took her finger out. 

"Try to get dry." Jenny said, stepping out of the bath.

My anus started to sting and itch.

"Ow, that hurts."

"Now you know how I felt."

Jenny wrapped a large bath towel around her and opened the bathroom door.

"Hurry up. It's time for bed." She said looking over her shoulder.

Grabbing a towel I quickly followed her into her bedroom drying myself.

My anus had stopped throbbing but still felt hot.

Jenny threw back the bedclothes then turned to face me letting her towel fall to the ground.

With a final rub of my hair I dropped my towel on top of hers. I looked at her. Shoulder length brown hair, rather thin face, pretty but not what you would call beautiful, brown eyes. Small firm breasts nipples erect. Flat stomach and narrow hips. Tight belly button. Dark pubic hair disappearing between her legs. I pulled her close. We kissed, her mouth opening for my tongue to explore. I ran my hands down her back to her ass. Taking a cheek in either hand I squeezed and pulled and pushed them.

Jenny pulled me closer, grinding her pubic mound against my prick.

Pulling away she said. "Lie down."

I did and she knelt between my legs, slowly wanking me then lowering her head I felt the warmth of her mouth encircling my prick. Her head moved in time with her hand, pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards. I could feel myself growing inside her mouth.

"I'm nearly there." I cried out.

Bucking with my hips I exploded into her mouth. Her head jerked backwards as my come hit the back of her throat. I could feel her swallow quickly, keeping my prick in her mouth until I finished.

Releasing my prick she moved up and lay by my side. I placed my hand on her pubic mound searching for her clitoris. Her hand caught my wrist.

"Not there. I am not feeling too good there at the moment. It must be when the steering wheel hit me. I think I'm a little bruised inside."

I must have looked very disappointed.

"Never mind. Do you want to do it the other way?"

"I haven't any Vaseline." I said, sorrowfully.

"There must be something we can use." Jenny said, climbing from the bed. "You try the bathroom while I try the kitchen."

I went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of shampoo as the most likely lubricant.

Jenny stood with a bottle of olive oil in her hand.

"I think mine will work best."

Handing the bottle to me she climbed onto the bend and got onto her hands and knees. I put the shampoo on the bedside table I knelt behind her. My prick started growing as I looked down at her two holes, exposed.

Unscrewing the top of the bottle I poured a little onto my fingertips. I rubbed it onto her anus. I poured some more onto my fingers and anointed her anus again, this time working first one then a second finger inside her.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"That feels wonderful." She replied. "It feels really nice."

My prick was fully erect so I poured some olive oil into the palm of my hand and, stretching across Jenny's backside, placed the bottle and it's top on the bedside table. I rubbed my hands up and down my prick covering it with the oil. It was difficult to keep a firm grip on her cheeks as I tried to spread them for my entry.

"Can you help me please. My hands are too slippery."

Jenny reached behind herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I guided my prick against her anus and pushed gently. Jenny gave a moan.

"Oh, that's good."

I pushed harder and watched myself slowly disappearing inside her. She released her ass cheeks and I pulled myself into her with a hand on either hip. I pulled back until I was almost out then lunged forward again. I moved inside her so easily. Back to her entrance, then inside again. I moved faster. With each thrust I felt as if I was sinking further into her. I could hear her moaning. She reached back between her legs with one hand, cupping and squeezing my balls. I could feel them tightening, the end of my prick tingling and I was there. My come was spraying inside her. Three, four, five more thrusts and I had finished. I remained inside until my prick softened then I pulled back, slipping from her. Jenny collapsed forward onto her front. I lay by her side gently squeezing her ass cheeks.

"That felt so good." She gasped her breathing erratic.

I ran my finger between her ass cheeks until I touched her anus. I pushed against it my finger entering her.

"Um. No more Paul, I'm very tired."

I stopped. Reaching to the side of the bed I picked up a towel and dried my prick. Then folding it around my index finger I began to rub between her ass cheeks. Lifting a head with eyes heavy with sleep she asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Just cleaning you up."

"Oh thank you. Be gentle."

I continued to rub gently between her cheeks, on her anus and further down until I reached her fanny.

Snorting, she turned onto her side away from me.

I awoke about an hour later. Jenny was standing by the side of the bed, as white as a sheet. Little rivers of blood ran down her thighs. Her hands were clasped to her abdomen just above her pubic hairs.

"Paul, help me I don't feel well."

I leapt from the bed.

"Here, lie down."

She lay on the bed, bending her knees.

She cried in pain.

I went into the living room and picked up the phone. I pressed the internal button and heard Hudson answer.

"Hallo, it's Paul." I said, cutting through his pre-amble. "Jenny's not well, she's bleeding, will you call an ambulance please?"

I put the phone down and went back to Jenny.

"Hudson will get an ambulance, don't worry."

She looked up at me and tried to smile.

"You had better get dressed." Another spasm shook her body.

"Go on. I'll be alright. It's easier lying down."

I hurried into the bathroom and collected our clothes. Back in the bedroom I quickly dressed. 

"What about you?"

"Dressing gown behind door."

I helped her get her arm into it.

I could hear a siren in the distance, getting louder. I heard the door of the flat open and my parents appeared in the doorway. My mother sat on the bed by Jenny.

"What's wrong? She asked. "Hudson says he's called an ambulance."

THE CARIBBEAN CRUISE OF PAUL AND JENNY. 

BY PAUL.

Part Four.

Chapter 1.

They operated upon Jenny that night. We waited in the corridor for hours until it was finally announced she was out of danger and was sleeping.

I couldn't take in all they said. An ovary damaged beyond repair had been removed, her fallopian tubes had been damaged, her other ovary was bruised. The possibility of her having children may be reduced. Only time would tell on that. Three weeks in Hospital. Take it very easy for three months. We phoned her parents and they were coming down on the early morning train.

We were not allowed to see her in case we disturbed the other patients and were advised to go and get some sleep.

Fortunately the odd Taxi stayed on the rank all night so inside fifteen minutes we were back in the flat.

Hudson met us at the door, I don't think he'd been to bed. We explained what was happening. He said he'd changed the bed linen and put the olive oil back in the kitchen. Mother and Father looked at me.

"The Doctor asked if we were planning on cooking Jenny. They had to clean a lot of olive oil from her." Father said. I thought I'd done a good job of cleaning her up.

"What on earth were you using olive oil for?" He continued.

Mother smiled and whispered in his ear.

"Hump. Let's go and get some sleep." 

I the flat I went to my room and threw myself on the bed fully clothed. Despite the anxiety I felt I was asleep in minutes.

I awoke about four hours later. The sun was streaming between the curtains. I looked at my watch, eight fifteen. I got off the bed and, collecting a change of clothes, walked quietly to the bathroom. Passing the master bedroom door I heard my mother giggle. I heard the bed creak. 

"Don't make a noise, you'll wake Paul." I heard my Father say.

"He'll sleep for hours yet. I feel so naughty doing this. It's been such a long time."

"Do you think they were using the olive oil for this. I would find it hard to believe, they're so young."

"I don't see why not. After all you did it to me on our first night in bed, and I was only twenty and a virgin." 

"Oh." My father let out a sigh. The creaking of the bed increased.

"Ow. Slow down. Be gentle." My mother sounded in pain.

"Sorry. I'm nearly there. In fact. Ah. I am." My father let out a long sigh.

"Better put the olive oil back in case he notices."

I quickly slipped into the bathroom and flushed the toilet. I could hear my parents moving, making noise in their haste to be quiet.

Chapter 2.

After breakfast father and I went to the Railway station to collect Jenny's parents. We took a cab and I sat as 'hostage' in it whilst he met the train and escorted them out of the station.

We spent most of that day in the hospital. Jenny was awake but very weak and upset. The Doctor had explained what had happened. Jenny was distraught to think she might never have children. I did manage to get a smile from her when I told her I was prepared to do it twice as often when the time came to try for a baby. 

The following day I went to Buckingham Palace with my Parents for my presentation. An aide whispered in his Royal Highness's ear as I was presented and he asked many questions about the farmhouse, the panther and the hospital. He remarked that he expected to see Jenny. I explained. My turn was over and I walked back to my place with my certificate and lapel badge.

After tea and cakes in a large Marquee on the lawn, during which I became the center of attention for many who wanted to hear of my escapades.

We returned to the flat to change then I was off to the Hospital in a taxi with Hudson. My Parents were having Dinner with business acquaintances. This time it was Hudson who was to sit in the Taxi. I arrived at the Hospital just after the evening meal had finished. Jenny was propped up in bed and her mother had helped her to eat. Jenny's parents left. I sat down.

"Well?" Jenny asked.

I showed her my lapel badge.

Small, oval in shape, edged with gold.

"It's very pretty." 

I thought it was quite manly.

"Do you think we should cancel the cruise?" I asked.

"Not on your life." She became quite animated. "I'll make it. Nothing will stop me going."

"We leave three weeks on Friday." I pointed out. "We have Christmas in between." 

"I don't want to spend Christmas in here." She looked as if she would cry.

"I'm sure we can sort something out." I squeezed her hand.

"I talked to one of the nurses." She looked serious. "It will be three months at least before I can let you do anything to me down there." She looked down the bed."

"Though she did mention olive oil. Does everybody know about it?"

"My parents know." 

"Oh Paul. How can I ever look them in the face again?"

"I think they will have difficulty looking us in the face." I told her about the previous morning. She smiled.

We held hands for what seemed an age. Neither talking. I heard a snort. Jenny had fallen asleep.

One of the nurses beckoned to me.

"Let her sleep now." She said. "We'll settle her down and make her comfortable. You go home now."

I left the hospital. For once there wasn't a taxi in the rank so I started to walk. There was a fine drizzle falling and I pulled up the hood of my Parker. The flat was about two miles away. I started at a brisk pace but after fifteen minutes my left ankle started to ache so I looked for somewhere to rest. I was walking past a row of small shops, all closed. Crossed a junction and came to a brightly lit shop on the corner. With a window in both streets and a door between. 

The signs in the windows advertised Tarot cards and remedies for sale and fortunes told at a reasonable price.

I stood and starred.

The door opened and a short Negress stood looking at me. 

"Tell your fortune, Sir, come this way." She caught my arm and pulled me gently. "Let me tell you what your future holds."

I found myself entering the shop and following her behind a curtain.

"Sit down, Sir." She motioned to a chair.

She uncovered a glass bowl and without any apparent movement on her part the lights dimmed. The bowl contained some clear water. Into this she sprinkled some pungent smelling herbs and gave me some to do the same.

"Gaze into the water. Let your thoughts flow." She spoke softly. "You have been very troubled. Somebody you love is unwell."

Her soft voice and the smell of the herbs combined made me feel so relaxed. I found myself talking about Jenny. How we had met. The Farmhouse, the Hospital. Then suddenly I was filling in the gaps. Being fucked by two of my friends. Having oral sex with Jenny's friend. Using the olive oil to fuck Jenny's ass hole. Had I caused her to loose an ovary? Then on to the cruise. Back to the raping of Carole and Jo. I stopped.

"Calm, be calm." Her voice soft and low. "So much pain in the past, so much to come in the future."

She removed a small necklace from around her neck. From it dangled a small silver mount and, what looked like a piece of amber containing a small insect." She held it over the bowl. It slowly revolved. Her fingers did not appear to move. Then I was lost in concentration. Fascinated by the slowly spinning stone.

"Your love will get better. She will be surrounded by children. You will father three. Her love for you will grow until you feel you must leave, but do not. She is the one for you, although at times you will doubt it. You both must grow together. Beware Haiti. I see violence and terror."

"I won't go."

"No. You must go. You go with knowledge and protection."

"What is going to happen?"

"There are many paths you may choose and each may have a different ending it is all dependent on you."

"But I don't know what's going to happen. What is this knowledge and protection?"

The door to the shop opened and I suddenly felt awake.

She put down the piece of amber and walked through the curtain into the main shop. I picked it up and looked at it.

"We've come for our money."

"I have told you I have none to give."

"Everybody gives or they don't have a business."

I heard glass breaking. I heard her cry.

I stepped through the curtain. Three white men stood facing me. One was holding her arm behind her back. 

"What have we here? A Nigger lover." The nearest spoke.

"Leave her alone." A voice. Mine.

"Take the money and leave." She said.

"No. They'll leave with nothing." Was this me talking?

Two of them came for me without a word. I struck out with my right fist and the first fell without a sound. The second stopped.

"Let's get out of here." He said. The third released her and they picked their friend.

"Do not come back."

They were gone.

She stood in front of me and reached up to touch my cheek. As I looked down on her the years seemed to fade away. She suddenly looked younger, straighter.

"Go now."

"I must pay you." I reached for my wallet.

"You owe me nothing. Go."

I left. I had nearly reached the flat before I realised I still held the small piece of amber on a silver chain in the palm of my left hand.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05



Chapter 3.

The next afternoon I was to visit Jenny. Her Parents had visited her in the morning and had gone sight seeing with my Parents after lunch.

I had felt no adverse reaction in my ankle for the previous night so I decided to retrace my steps and return the piece of amber.

It was a bright crisp day. Hardly a cloud was in the sky although rain was forecast for after dark. I wore my Parker over a thin v-neck sweater and checked woollen shirt. The amber dangled on it's chain around my neck.

The shop looked dilapidated in daylight. The windows were dirty and it badly needed a coat of paint.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

The bell above the door tinkled.

A young Black girl was bending over a low table adjusting items on display.

She wore Jeans that disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. I could make out the swelling of her fanny between her legs. I starred, mouth open.

"Enjoying the view?" She had looked up and was watching me in a mirror behind the counter.

"Oh, I am sorry."

"What can I do for you, Sir?"

"I was in her last night and walked out with this charm belonging to the old lady who was here."

I slipped the chain over my head and with great reluctance handed it to her. She held it in the palm of her hand.

"Where did you get it from?"

I explained about the previous night.

She looked me up and down.

"We don't open in the evenings and the only other person working here is my sister." She looked me up and down again, walked to the front door bolted it and turned the sign to closed. "Follow me."

She lead the way through the curtain into the room where I'd had my fortune told the night before through another door and up a flight of steps to a flat above. I followed her inside it. 

"Wait here." She said and left to go back down the stairs.

A set of racking screwed against one wall supported a small TV set, a record player, records and books.

I heard a groan for a doorway to one side. I walked to the open doorway and glanced inside.

On the bed lay a naked black girl, a little older than the first one whom I assumed was the sister she had mentioned. She was slowly massaging her nipples with her fingertips. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling slightly.

Her hands travelled slowly down her body, she bent her knees and allowed her thighs to flop open as her fingers reached her pubic hairs. She ran the index finger of each hand along the outside of her fanny lips then stopped and pulled them apart. I looked with fascination at the pink flesh this exposed. I had never seen a black girl's fanny before. The contrast of colours seemed more pronounced then on Jenny. The tips of her lips were very dark, black.

She placed the middle finger of her right hand in the centre of the exposed flesh and pushed. She pulled it out and pushed again. The tip of her finger disappeared inside her. She gave a sigh and started pushing in and out, side to side, stretching and opening her hole.

With her left hand she reached to the bedside table and picked up a long thick candle. It must have been a foot in length and good eight inches in circumference.

She placed the tip of the candle against her hole and pulled her lips wide with the first two fingers of her other hand. She pushed in and out, first the tip then more disappearing inside her.

My prick was rock hard and I reached down to rub it. I sensed rather than heard somebody at my shoulder. The younger girl stood there looking at her sister. More of the candle entered her, was pulled back to her entrance and was pushed back inside.

A hand was rubbing my prick through my trousers. I squeezed her ass cheek. I turned to face her. We kissed. Taking my hand she led me to the bed. Her Sister opened her eyes as we approached a mixture of shock and embarrassment across it.

"Don't move." The younger said. "He's seen this much."

She indicated for me to sit on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on the candle.

"You know you prefer it when somebody does it to you." This to her sister. I began to work the candle in and out of her fanny. Slowly at first then faster as her juices increased. Her breathing became heavier and faster until she almost jumped from the bed, closing her legs whilst pushing the candle further and further inside her. She fell back on the pillow, short curly hair wet with sweat.

I pulled the candle from her and made to stand up. 

"No. Lie back."

The younger sister pushed me back onto the bed, her sister moving her legs with a moan.

Hands were at the top of my trousers and my prick was released. One hand wanked me whilst another squeezed my balls. Two lips on mine. A strong pointed tongue forcing it's way between them. The lips were gone. I felt other lips on my prick. I tried to say no when two thighs and a wide-open fanny appeared above my face. The fanny descended. I stuck out my tongue and licked the walls then the clitoris. The mouth continued to work on my prick and I could feel I was coming as the girl on top reach her orgasm. My prick started jerking as she rubbed herself over my face. The elder girl had climbed off and was undressing her younger sister as I sat up. I slipped out of my Parker.

The younger sister knelt on all fours on the bed as the elder took my prick in her hand and led me towards her waiting holes.

I pulled back. 

"No. I can't. I promised I'd be faithful."

They both looked at me as if I was mad.

Had I not just come I wouldn't have been able to hold back. The elder sister started wanking me. 

"Stop it, please."

"You mean it?" She looked into my eyes.

"Yes I do. I'm sorry. It wouldn't be right."

"Who are you anyway?"

I thought this would be a good time to introduce myself. Standing with my trousers around my ankles whilst a young naked black girl held my prick and a second knelt naked on the bed pointing her ass hole at me.

"My name is Paul. I came to return this." I took the chain from around my neck.

"You certainly came alright."

The younger sister turned to face me. What a body. I felt my prick rising.

"See. You do want me."

"Oh don't." I said with feeling.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took my prick into her mouth. 

Her sister studied the piece of amber.

"Do you know, Chloe, this looks like Grandma's"

Chloe took my prick from her mouth and said.

"I thought that so I got the old photos out."

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to have Chloe, my names Melissa by the way."

She squeezed my ass cheek.

I shook my head.

"Lie down Chloe."

Chloe took my prick from her mouth and lay on her back, knees bent thighs spread.

Melissa handed me the candle.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing this for her."

I sat on the bed and placed the candle against Chloe's open fanny. I pushed gently in and out. The candle started disappearing inside her. 

"It's hard to get a boy if you're black in this area." Melissa said as she knelt on the floor and started wanking my prick.

I quickened my movements with the candle Chloe moved her hips in time. I felt Melissa's lips around my prick, I could feel her head bobbing up and down. Chloe was moving her hips faster and faster and I was struggling to keep pace with her when, with a little cry, she came. I could see the muscles of her lower abdomen contracting in spasms. Leaving the candle inside her I caught hold of Melissa's head with both of my hands and held her still while I came.

I lay backwards, my head on Chloe's fanny.

I let out a huge sigh.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Melissa stood before me, legs apart. I could see her fanny lips, still open, shining with her juices and my saliva.

Chloe groaned. I reached behind my head and pulled the candle from her.

"Yes thanks. Do you do this often?"

"Now and again. When the mood takes us. You're a first though. Nobody else has ever refused to fuck at least one of us."

"I told you I promised to be faithful."

"She must be some Girl for you to keep you're word like this."

"I think so."

Chloe moved from under my head whilst we were talking and went into the front room. I heard a toilet flush and then she was back carrying a cardboard shoe box.

I stood up and pulled up my pants and trousers. Melissa watched then kissed me.

"Tell me what happened last night."

I sat on the bed with a girl on either side. I explained about Jenny being in Hospital and my walking back to the flat after visiting her. How this old lady had pulled me inside and read my fortune. About the three white boys and how I had found the piece of amber in my hand when I'd gotten home.

Chloe showed me a picture.

"Did she look like this?"

I saw the little old lady of the night before wearing a simple v-necked dress with the chain and amber dangling between her breasts.

"That's her. That's the women I met last night."

"That's our Grandmother." Melissa turned the piece of amber over and over in her fingers as she spoke, I wanted it back. "She died a year ago yesterday. Three youths came into the shop demanding money. Grandmother was alone and wouldn't give them any. They roughed her up and she died later in Hospital. They haven't caught them yet."

"The really strange this is that she was buried with it." Chloe pointed to the amber. "I never noticed an insect inside it before."

"Hmm." Melissa handed it back to me. "I think you had better keep it."

"If you're sure?" I almost snatched it from her and slipped the chain over my head.

"Grandmother came from Haiti. She left as a child after a revolution and came here via France."

"I'm going to Haiti next month."

The girls looked at each other, I could see fear in there eyes.

"What do you know of Haiti?" I asked.

"It was formally called Hispaniola. A lot of slaves were imported from Africa to work on the plantations. They rebelled against the French in the time of Napoleon and after the usual raping and murdering set up the first black nation outside Africa. The slaves took with them from Africa all their tribal customs and Voodoo. I suppose you could call it a form of Black magic. Even today all of the remoter villages have a Mambo, as the Witch Doctor is called and they rule their local areas. They have power of life and death more so than the authorities in Port au Prince." Melissa stopped and kissed me. "Don't go."

"The lady last night said I must. Anyway it would disappoint too many people not to."

"The Island is now split into two countries, Haiti in the west and The Dominican Republic in the east." Chloe went on. "Grandmother would never let us visit it but we will one day. I'm at Bristol University at the moment and Chloe's joining me in the Autumn. Our mother died a few weeks ago and we're here to try and sell this shop or find a manager."

"Keep the building if you own it." I said. "My father says property values in London are going to increase dramatically over the next ten years."

"We might take you're advice. We'll have to pay you for it of course." 

I tried to fight them off but quickly realising I was outnumbered I lay back on the bed. With my pants and trousers around my ankle they swung my legs onto the bed. I moved up until my head was on a pillow. The girls lay on either side of me.

"I really shouldn't be letting you do this." I said.

"Oh be quiet." Melissa said, putting her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her back.

She moved up the bed rubbing a nipple on my lips. I sucked gently. She moved again, straddling my head with her thighs and lowering her fanny to my mouth. I probed between her lips with my tongue feeling for the little hairs between her two holes. She slid forward until my tongue was against her anus. I licked it then pushed against it. I could hear her catching her breath. Gasping. I could feel Chloe's hands on my prick and balls. I could feel her moving on the bed and suddenly I felt my prick sinking into her fanny. I tried to say no, to push Melissa from my face but she was coming and gripped my head, with a grip like a vice, with her thighs. 

I heard Chloe cry out as she moved her fanny quickly up and down my prick. She brought her fanny down hard and stopped moving.

They both climbed from me. Melissa looked at Chloe.

"Oh no. You shouldn't have done that." She looked down at me. "I'm sorry she did that. She didn't make you come either. She's an idle girl."

She lay on her back and opened her legs.

"The damage is done now. Finish off inside me. You haven't really been unfaithful. You didn't mean to do it. Come here."

She reached out her arms to me and I mounted her. She guided my prick to her entrance and I sank deep inside with a single thrust.

I didn't feel as if I was unfaithful. I felt Jenny would understand somehow. I quickened the pace and power of my thrusts. Drawing almost outside and burying myself to the hilt. I heard Melissa cry out. In ecstasy or pain I didn't care. Then I came. It didn't cross my mind to care if she was using any contraception. I just let it all flow from me. Despite two other orgasms within the last hour I could feel my come spraying inside her. I stopped moving and pulled out. I fell onto my back, chest heaving. I lay still trying to control my breathing.

"I really must be going." 

I dressed and left without a word. The atmosphere had changed. I suddenly felt let down.

I hailed a taxi outside the shop and went to the Hospital.

Jenny had just finished lunch and was sitting up. I almost ran the last few paces and put my arms around her and held her tight. I kissed her. There was a puzzled look upon her face as I pulled away. She sniffed the air. Oh no, I thought, I must reek of sex.

I sat on a chair and held her hand.

"What have you been doing?" She asked.

I told her of the night before. How I'd gone to give the chain and amber back. What the girls had said about their Grandmother and Haiti. I stopped.

"And?" It was all she said and out it all came. I tried to tell her I hadn't meant it, I hadn't planned it, how I wished it had never happened. I looked away.

"Look at me you Frog." There were tears in her eyes. "I know you didn't mean to and if I wasn't in here you wouldn't have had any left inside to do it with. I can forgive you if it wasn't planned. I just couldn't share you permanently with another. You're a man and I know men can do it without love. As you found out today, sometimes, so can a women. Tell me about this Melissa."

I described her. Told her that she was going to Bristol University. The penny dropped.

"I know her." Jenny said. "Well at least of her. I've seen her but I don't think I've ever spoken to her. I'll have to think about this"

She squeezed my hand.

"Don't look so worried. Did you enjoy them?"

"They weren't a patch on you."

Chapter 4.

After a week we moved Jenny by Ambulance to Somerset.

She occupied the same room in the small private Hospital that I had. Next door to Grandmother who was nearing the end of her stay.

The same Nurses were on hand except, of course, for Mandy. Jane and Sammy were still on the day shift. 

Jenny was allowed out of bed into a chair and for walks in a wheelchair. She was gaining strength with every day. The Doctor said that if she was careful he could see no reason for her not going on the cruise.

I pushed her into the lounge and sat in a chair next to her. 

"You had better make a list of anything you might need for the cruise."

"My parents are bringing me some things from home when they come down at the weekend." She suddenly looked very serious. "I want to speak to you."

"We are speaking."

"This is important."

I looked around. The lounge was empty.

"Well. We are alone. What's the matter."

"I think we should end our engagement."

"Why? What for?" I hadn't expected this.

"If I can't have babies. "

"There's plenty of time to think about that."

"You do need sex."

"Oh I can do without sex."

"I don't want to tie you down to a promise you might want to get out of."

"I don't want to get out of it." I protested. "Look you said we'd review it in five years time. Let's stick to that."

"I didn't think you'd remember that."

"I always remember everything you say."

"Liar. I bet you can't remember how many times I told you that I loved you before we got engaged."

"Of course I can. It was once, then I said the same to you."

"You're wrong. It was twice, but I'll forgive you because you were busy at the time. I tell you I love you every day but you never say it to me unless I ask."

"I'm sorry. You know I do. I get embarrassed though."

"I like to hear you say it but only if you mean it, which doesn't mean straight after we've made love."

"But I do love you then."

"Not at any other time?" She looked sad.

"I love you twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. But there are times I love you a little bit more than others."

"Be careful. You're going to dig yourself a hole here."

"Then I'll say it again. We're engaged. I don't want anybody else. We'll get through this together and we'll worry about the future when it arrives. All I want is for you to get better, and I don't just mean so that you can let me have it."

"I know. I just needed to hear it." She squeezed my hand. "It's going to be a while before we can do anything."

"Eighty five days if their estimate of three months is correct."

"Paul. You're not keeping count."

"I made up a little chart."

"I'll do my best to make it sooner. There's a dance at the main Hospital on Friday, you can go with Jane and Sammy. You have my permission."

"I was going to stay here with you."

"My Parents will be here and you need a night off. Have a little bit of fun, not too much. That's why Jane and Sammy will take you. They promise to keep you out of the hands of other women."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Take me back to my room."

I took her back and helped her from her wheelchair to her bed.

She turned slowly onto her side facing me. 

"Come here."

I stood by the head of the bed. She reached out and rubbed me through my trousers.

"Take it out for me." She smiled.

"You don't have to." I said unzipping myself and pulling out my prick.

"I don't want you to get excited about going out tomorrow. In fact, make sure you visit me tomorrow afternoon. I'm not sending you out full."

"Jenny. I've never heard you speak like this before."

"That's Jane and Sammy for you. Jane especially, she's very good. She tells me everything the doctor wants her to say then explains what it could mean if I don't rush."

As she spoke she slowly wanked me. 

"Come closer."

The tip of my prick was just touching her lips. She moved on the bed and it was inside her mouth. Her hand still moving as I came. Into her mouth, onto her face back into her mouth.

I heard a clattering of a trolley in the corridor outside and looked up to see Jane and Sammy smiling at me through the glass observation window. I turned and put away my prick, doing up my zip. 

Chapter 5.

The following morning I visited my local Doctor and received the all clear to resume driving.

My father took an extended lunch hour and visited the local car dealers with me in search of a replacement car for my mini.

I looked with interest at a green MGB convertible. 

"The insurance for somebody your age would be astronomical." My Father said, crossing the road to the Volkswagen dealership. "And anyway, your Mother wouldn't allow it. Ah. This is what you want."

He stood in front of a bright yellow Beetle.

"Oh no. It might be alright for Jenny."

"Well. That's who you get it for then." He walked around the vehicle studying it from different angles. "Good car for Jenny, this. I could see her driving it, can't you?"

I could see Jenny driving it. It would be at least three months before she would be driving anyway. Three months for me to work on my Mother to agree to my getting the MG.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05



"I had the bank prepare a cheque against your account. All you have to do is sign."

"How did you know I'd agree to buy it."

"I asked Jenny what she wanted in London. Spoke to the proprietor last week so all the paperwork was ready. I spoke to your insurance company. Insurance was no problem. Jenny is also on your policy. We go into the office and sign and you can drive it away."

"Thanks Dad." It was all I could say.

Father bought me lunch in the nearest pub. He had a pint of beer I had a coke.

I drove back to the hospital.

I told Jenny.

"Show it to me, show it to me." She was like a child.

With a blanket over her knees and my Parker covering the top of her body I wheeled her to the front doors. We were stopped by Jane as we were about to leave the building.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Paul's bought a new car and he's going to show it to me." Jenny replied.

"Well alright but only for a few minutes. Where is it?"

I pushed Jenny to the Beetle.

"Oh, isn't it nice." 

"I like the colour." Jane said. "Not one a man would go for ordinary."

"Oh that's because he knows I will be driving it most."

"It's because it's your car." I said.

"What? Paul, no, you can't." Jenny started crying. "It's too much. Nobody's ever... I've never had..." 

I crouched and put my arm around her.

"Shush. Don't cry. I'll look after it until you're fit to drive and then it's yours."

She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, the nose and finally the lips.

"Can he take me for a ride in it?"

"Well, you shouldn't really as your only just out of bed but as you'll be sitting down and you'll be back inside ten minutes it will be alright. Here is the Doctor lets ask."

Jenny's Doctor was just leaving the Hospital and making his way towards his car.

Jane walked over to him.

I couldn't hear what was said but Jane returned and said.

"It's alright. He agrees."

Jane helped Jenny from the wheelchair into the car. The blanket was placed around her legs and my Parker was thrown on the back seat.

I drove out of the Hospital car park. Picked up the main road to the next sizeable town, called Bridgwater, and drove along at forty miles an hour for a few minutes.

"What do you think about her?" I asked. "I can't go any faster then this for the first few hundred miles."

"This is fast enough for me. We'd better turn around soon."

A small road appeared on the left and I turned into it looking for a place to turn. We came to a small Pub with a car park which I turned into, swung around and out again. It started to rain quite heavily by the time we got back so I shouted to Jane, who was standing in the doorway, that we would sit in the car until it stopped. 

With the engine off and the windows closed the car insides began to mist up.

"I bet nobody could see us from inside." Jenny said looking around intently. 

"Why? What would they see?" I asked, innocently.

Jenny undid our seat belts. She reached across and undid my trouser belt. I reached down to the side of my chair and pulled on the short handle there. The back of my seat reclined until it was touching the rear seats.

"Oh. White mans magic." Jenny said, surprise in her voice. "I've never been in a car that does that before. Does mine do it."

"Yes. But slowly and gently."

She felt down the side of the car and reclined the back of her seat.

I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her.

She moved her head onto my chest then slowly down my body. Her hands were at my belt. She unfastened the top of my trousers and unzipped me. She pushed down my underpants and my prick out to freedom. It was already erect as she guided it between her lips. She held the tip between her lips as she stroked me with her hand. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensations she was creating. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me until I came again and again into her mouth.

"I love you Jennifer Fletcher." I meant it.

She lifted her head and rested it on my shoulder.

"Did you say something?" She asked.

"Nothing of any importance." I replied. Two could play this game.

"Say it again, please."

"Say what?"

"Don't tease. I'm not well."

"You do feel alright, don't you?"

"Of course. But hearing something could make me feel even better."

She won.

"I said I loved you."

The rain had stopped and Jane hurried across with a wheelchair.

Jenny climbed out without assistance.

"You are getting better." Jane looked closely at her face.

"It was just something Paul said."

"And did by the looks of things. Here. You had better wipe your chin." She handed Jenny tissue from the pocket of her uniform. Jenny wiped her face.

The Caribbean Cruise of Paul and Jenny.

By Paul.

Part 5.

I picked Jane and Sammy up from the flat they shared in Princes' Street in Taunton and drove to the Hospital.

The party was in the dining hall of the nurses accommodation, a four storey block near the main gates.

Trestle tables covered in sheets made a bar in one corner and more tables and sheets a base for a small disco unit in another. The lights were already dim as we arrived. Music played and a number of brave girls were moving on the dance area. I wouldn't do that until I had about five pints of beer inside me, which wasn't going to happen tonight as I was driving. I got three cokes from the bar whilst the girls hung up the coats and found a table.

I found them sitting at the end of a table with about a dozen others sharing. I put the drinks down whilst they removed their handbags from a chair they'd saved for me. The room was filling up.

We sat and chatted for ten or fifteen minutes then Jane took my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. I tried to resist but when she said it was Jenny's to get me up enjoying myself I gave in. We left to a small round of applause for the others at our table.

I'm not a great dancer, I normally need a lot of beer inside me except when I'm with Jenny, but I did my best to keep up with the music.

Three dances with Jane and I was ready to sit down but she was replaced by Sammy and I had to continue. Two more dances and a slow track was put on.

I put my hands on Sammy's waist, she put hers around my back and moulded her body to mine. I can only say she writhed against me, her breasts hard against my chest, her pubic mound in contact with my prick. I could feel myself getting bigger. Two more slow dances and I had a raging hard on.

"Hmm." She whispered in my ear. "You are easily aroused."

"Sorry." I stammered.

"Don't be. A girl likes to know she can turn a boy on. Although from what Jane said earlier I wouldn't have thought you'd be in the mood tonight."

"You girls. You tell each other everything."

"The senior staff will be leaving in an hour. Then the party will really get going." She ground her pubic mound against me. "Come outside and I'll see to you. You can't spend all night like that."

"Thanks but no thanks." I managed to say.

"Go on." She brushed my lips with hers. "It's not fair to turn a girl on and leave her high and dry."

"Just kissing." I said.

She took me through a door at the back of the hall to a flight of stairs leading to the floors above.

"Most of the students have gone home for Christmas so the cleaners leave their doors open for us. This used to be my room when I was training here." She tried the door handle. It opened. I followed here inside and she popped the catch on the Yale lock behind me. A counterpane covered the mattress on the bed. Two bare pillows lay on top of it.

"Come here. I've wanted to do this for a while. I've seen Jenny using her mouth on you a couple of times and I've seen what you did to her."

"Oh." Was all I could think to say.

She kissed me, rubbing herself against me. I couldn't help but get hard again.

"Jane will be so jealous. She said she'd be first."

"We're not going that far."

She pushed me back onto the bed.

"Sammy, I don't want to go that far."

"Don't worry, I wont let you shag me. Take your trousers off."

"I don't think I should. I have to think of Jenny."

"We're only going to mess about. Just a bit of fun. Lie on the bed."

I lay down. Sammy went to the door and switched the light off. The room was plunged into total darkness. I could hear Sammy moving, the rustle of clothing, a muttered swear word as she bumped into the end of the bed. I felt her climb onto the bed next to me. I reached out and touched her. She was naked. My eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the dark and I could start making out the outline of her body. Her hand was on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. 

"Help me." She whispered.

I sat up and pulled my shirt off. I kicked off my shoes and my trousers, underpants and socks joined them on the floor by the side of the bed. I kept the chain and piece of amber around my neck.

Turning onto my side to face her I put one arm around her neck and kissed her lips. They opened immediately, my tongue slipping between them to be met by her own. We fenced at first. Our tongues pushing against one another. I felt a breast. They weren't as firm as Jenny's but were bigger. She moved her head and let out a sigh. I moved my mouth to her nipple and gently sucked on it. I kissed her ribs and licked her navel. I nuzzled her pubic hair with my nose and mouth. She sighed again. I probed with my tongue through her pubic hair until I touched her clitoris. Her fingers ran through my hair as she arched her back, pushing her fanny into my face. I licked and sucked on her clitoris until I heard her cry out softly in orgasm. I moved up on her body until my prick touched her hole. I pushed gently. I felt myself slipping inside her. Her legs wrapped themselves around me, pulling me further inside.

"Hey," I tried to pull out but her fanny and legs gripped me. "I thought you didn't want shagging."

"A girl can change her mind, can't she?" 

"I shouldn't do this."

"Don't stop now. I'm nearly there."

I began moving. Sammy came almost immediately.

"Keep going." She gasped, moving her hips in time with me. "Oh, I need this."

I moved faster. She came again, then again. I had heard of multiple orgasms but this was my first experience of them.

I heard a click at the door and the room was flooded with light. I stopped moving and looked over my shoulder. Jane stood in the doorway watching.

"Don't stop for me." She switched on the light, closed the door and walked to the bed.

I pulled out climbed off Sammy, my prick softening. She lay on the bed legs spread wide.

"Fuck it Jane. Why did you have to come now? We hadn't finished. How did you get in anyway?"

"You forget. This was my room long before it was yours. I've kept a key from my student days."

Jane stood in front of me and looked me up and down.

"Poor thing it looks so sad like that." 

She reached down and held my prick. 

"Ah. It's all wet."

"Blame Sammy." I said. "Their her juices."

"I've never tasted her." She knelt before me. "Now would be a good time to try."

Whilst Jane took me into her mouth Sammy climbed from the bed and pressed herself against my back. I could feel her pubic hair against my ass cheeks as she rubbed herself against me.

"Kneel down on the bed, Sammy." Jane said, taking my by now hard prick from her mouth.

Sammy moved to the bed and knelt with her ass in the air. 

"Now you." She said to me.

All thought of Jenny had left me as I knelt behind Sammy, pulling wide her ass cheeks. Jane held my prick and rubbed the tip against Sammy's anus. I pushed gently, opening her.

"Ow." Sammy cried, pulling from me.

"Sorry." I said. 

Jane guided my prick to Sammy's fanny. I pushed against it, a slight resistance and I was in. I began thrusting and almost immediately Sammy came. Jane stood back from the bed and started taking off her own clothes. When naked she climbed onto the bed and knelt behind me.

"Don't come inside her. I need it for something."

She rubbed her tits against my back and her fanny against my ass. I quickened my pace bringing Sammy to another orgasm. My own orgasm approaching I pulled out of Sammy. Jane caught hold of my prick and started wanking me as I shoot over Sammy's ass and back.

Jane kept wanking me as I sat back on my heels.

"Don't move." She said to Sammy. "I need his come."

I was getting harder as she spoke. When she was happy with it she collected some of my come from Sammy's back and smeared it over the tip of my prick and along the shaft. Collecting the remainder of my come she rubbed it against her anus.

"My turn for the bed Sammy."

Sammy climbed off and Jane took her place adopting the same ass in the air position.

I knelt behind her, pulling her ass cheeks apart and looking at her holes. Her cheeks were bigger than Sammy's, much bigger than Jenny's. Her fanny lips were swollen. 

"I'm on my period." She said. 

I wondered what it would be like to fuck a girl on her period. Maybe another day.

I placed the tip of my prick against her anus and pushed gently. She opened slightly. I pulled back and pushed again. The helmet of my prick entered her, she gasped. I pulled back and pushed again, stopping when half my prick was inside. Sammy stood close to me, her hand on my shoulder. I felt her ass cheeks then between them searching for her anus. I rubbed it as I began moving in and out of Jane's ass.

Jane reached back and began to rub her own clitoris. At first in time with me then faster and faster until with a cry she collapsed forward onto her face. I followed her forward, my prick imbedded deep inside her ass. I continued moving in and out. Jane cried out.

"Take it out. It hurts."

I had reached the point of no and couldn't stop. With three further thrusts, each one drawing a cry from Jane, I was there, jerking and spraying inside her.

I pulled out and sat back on my heels. Jane turned to me with tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I couldn't stop."

"That hurt." She rubbed her ass.

"I don't know why you do it that way if it hurts that much." Sammy handed Jane a tissue from somewhere.

"It doesn't normally. I tensed when I came. Besides it comes in handy being able to do it that way when you're on your period or are too sore elsewhere."

"I shouldn't have done it anyway." I moaned.

"Save us your guilt trip, Paul." Jane was suddenly quite cross. "You enjoyed having both of us, you know you did. It's not our fault if you can't face Jenny in the morning. Take it as a compliment and chalk it up to experience."

"Was that all it was to you?" Sammy looked as if she was going to cry.

"Of course it was." Jane snapped at her. "He's a man and they take anything that's offered. He's in love with Jenny anyway."

Sammy started crying.

"Don't I, I mean we, mean anything to you." She said between sobs.

"Oh come on, Sammy. Don't come the spoilt virgin routine." Jane started to dress. "You weren't one anyway."

"Leave her alone, Jane. You're making her upset." 

I moved next to Sammy and put my arm around her shoulders.

"Me upset her?" Jane retorted. "I didn't fuck her. Watch out Sammy, he'll have you again before you leave."

Jane walked to the door. Turning, she said.

"I'll see you both downstairs."

She opened the door, looked outside, and was gone, closing the door behind her.

I looked at Sammy.

She looked at me, put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed long and slow. Our lips pushing against each other, then our mouths opening and our tongues touching. I felt one of her breasts, the nipple hard against the palm of my hand. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She reached down to my prick, which was already growing. As she began stroking it I lay backwards across the bed pushing her head towards my groin.

I could feel her hair against my chest and stomach, her warm breath on my prick. Her lips touched me when suddenly she sat bolt upright.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You smell and taste of Jane's asshole. Come with me."

I followed her to the small hand basin with a mirrored cabinet above on the other side of the room. Sammy opened the doors. There was a bar of soap in a dish, various perfumes, scents and shampoos, and a small jar of Vaseline. I picked it up while Sammy turned the taps on and started soaping my prick and balls. It felt nice. My prick started to respond. I slipped the top from the jar of Vaseline and scooped some up with the middle finger of my left hand. Reaching behind Sammy I used the other fingers and thumb of that hand to open her ass cheeks and rubbed the Vaseline onto her anus. She jumped, clenching her cheeks together.

"Don't worry." I said gently. "I wont hurt you."

"Alright." She said, taking a small hand towel from a hook by the side of the hand basin.

I applied more Vaseline to her anus. With each application I pushed my finger a little further inside her. She gasped.

"That's a bit uncomfortable."

"Kneel down on the bed."

"You'll stop if I say so?"

"Of course. I want to show you it isn't always like it was with me and Jane."

She knelt on the bed, ass up, head down. I knelt behind her and pulled her cheeks apart. Her asshole glistened with Vaseline, her fanny lips were still puffed up from when I'd fucked her earlier. I pushed my middle finger into her ass. It sank in past the second knuckle. She took a sharp intake of breath but other ways kept still. I pulled my finger out then re-inserted it. I moved it in and out and around and around, feeling the side walls of her tube. Removing my finger again I applied more Vaseline to her anus and some to the tip of my prick. Keeping her cheeks well spread I position the end of my prick against her hole and pushed. Her ring opened and I sank inside. Halfway in I stopped.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Hmm." Was the only response.

I pulled back then pushed further in. Back then in. Slowly increasing the tempo. I heard Sammy grunt as I moved faster and faster until with a final thrust deep inside her I came. I stopped moving, feeling my prick spasm inside her, my come coating the walls of her tube. I pulled out slowly and sat back on my heels watching Sammy's anus slowly close.

Sammy turned and faced me.

"I've never felt anything like that before." She smiled and leant forward to kiss me.

"Did you enjoy it?" I kissed her back. "I know I certainly did. Can you see yourself doing it again?"

"I think so. I understand what Jane meant now. I think it for special occasions or a special person."

"I think we had better go down stairs. We don't want to be missed, do we?"

We walked back downstairs together. As we were sitting down one of the other girls at the table remarked.

"Long dance that. Over an hour. You missed Matron, She did so want to speak to you. We didn't know we had such a celebrity at our table. My turn now, Sammy. You can't keep him to yourself all night."

"She would if she could." Jane hissed, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.

It was another hour before I sat down again. As one partner left another took her place. They all seemed to want to talk more than dance although I did get two invitations to call some time. When I finally did manage to sit down I took a long drink from my glass of coke. It was warm and flat. Sammy pulled her chair closer, her knee touching mine.

"I was beginning to think they weren't going to let you come back."

She kissed my ear and placed a hand on my thigh under the table.

"Where's Jane?" I asked, looking around.

"In the toilet. She's been spending a lot of time in there recently."

Jane returned and took her seat next to me slowly. She let out a deep sigh.

"Take me home, please."

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I've a sore asshole you Bastard."

"Sorry." I turned to Sammy. "Jane wants to go home. Will you get the coats?"




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06: Funeral Rights

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Number 6 in the Paul & Jenny Series 

Part 1.

The January sky was grey, heavy with the snow that had been promised all week.

I stood at the open grave of my Grandmother as they began to throw the earth on top of her coffin. It made a hollow sound as it hit the polished wood.

I put my arm around Jenny's shoulders. They were shaking with her grief.

Grandfather stood at the head of the grave. My mother and father behind him. All the other mourners were leaving. Passing around the end of the twelfth century, perpendicular style, church, to the cars parked outside the front gates.

The grave was slowly filling as the sexton and his son threw in more and more soil. 

"Make a good job of it, Harry." My Grandfather said and turned away. Looking fist at my Father and Mother, then to Jenny and I, he continued. 

"Come on. There's nothing more for us here. We have guests."

He strode away leaving us to follow.

Hudson stood at the open rear doors of his large, old fashioned, Rover.

The Rector stood at the bonnet.

"Come and see me Roland." He held out his hand.

My Grandfather shook it.

"I don't think so Padre." He shook his head. "I've seen to many die to have any illusions."

He climbed into the back of the car. Mother and Father joined him.

"You coming with us Paul?" My Father asked.

"We'll walk." I replied. "If you don't mind."

"You'll come Padre?" My Father inclined his head to where my Grandfather sat.

"I'm afraid I cannot until later." He said. "I have a christening."

"Let's go." My Father climbed into the back of the car.

Hudson drove off. 

The Rector made as if to speak to me but I walked past with a muttered goodbye. 

We passed the pub. Crossed the road bridge, which spanned the stream. Opening the gate we followed the Bridal path that ran along its side. 

We didn't talk. Jenny was crying softly and I didn't want to speak.

The lights were on in the cottage as we passed the footbridge over the stream.

The bridge my Grandparents had had built before I was born.

We walked on. Jenny, in her grief, oblivious to where we went, I not able to face the crowd that awaited us.

We reached the clearing where the old oak stood. It had started to snow. Slowly. Big flakes.

Taking my scarf from around my neck I wrapped it around Jenny's. Pushing the ends inside the top of her coat, over her breasts. I held her close. My face felt cold. Jenny looked up and taking a handkerchief from her coat pocket, wiped at my tears.

She rested her cheek against my chest.

"What do you think will happen next?" She held me tight.

"We've told the police all we can, I think." We had both been interviewed on two occasions since our return at the weekend. I couldn't think of anybody who hated me that much. We hadn't mentioned Mambo Lang, anyway we'd heard on the world news that in a mass suicide, a Haitian Witchdoctor had died with number of his followers after murdering a British national.

Michael had looked at me when we had heard this on the television in the London flat before driving to Somerset. 

"I said only a few drops."

Father had greeted Michael de Lang and Roddrego as long lost relatives after he had recovered from the shock of seeing them at the airport. I'd just not had a chance to telegraph. Either from Miami or Lisbon.

"Sorry." I'd said. What else could I say? I was responsible for the deaths of perhaps half a dozen people but I felt nothing.

My father had put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry he deserved to die, a lot of people will sleep easier knowing he is not around."

We stood holding each other in the hollow of the old oak's trunk. Partly sheltered from the elements. The snow was settling.

"Come on." I said, taking her by the hand. "Let's go back."

We walked back down the hill, over the bridge and entered the house through the back door. Millie leapt up to greet me, trying to lick my face.

Dumping our coats on the backs of the chairs around the kitchen table we went through to the hall. It was full of people in black. The front door was open and people were standing under the porch. We started to force our way through when I heard my mother's voice.

"Ah, Paul. At last. Stay in the kitchen and make some fresh tea. There are some bottles of beer down the cellar steps, bring some up. Jenny? Will you mind taking the covers off the trays on the tables and start passing them out? I've so many people to see." She was gone.

We walked back into the kitchen. I opened the door leading to the cellar. At least half a dozen of the steps had a beer crate on it. I lifted the first one into the kitchen.

"So that is where it's hiding?"

It was Steve. Behind him I saw Len.

There was a serving hatch through to the dinning end of the main room. Len opened it and passed the crate through. Nameless hands received it. The same for plates of sandwiches and snacks. The kettle was boiling. Jenny made a pot of tea and passed it through the hatch. Without waiting to be asked she refilled the kettle and placed it on the Aga to boil.

Steve brought up a second crate of beer from the cellar and the four of us sat around the kitchen table. Len took a penknife from his pocket; it had a bottle opener at one end, and took the tops off four bottles. 

"Can I have wine?" Jenny said.

"I'll get some." I said.

I switched the light switch on before I made my way past the crates on the cellar steps to the underground corridor that ran the width of the house. At the far end a door opened onto an iron staircase leading up to ground level at the side of the house. At the other end was an old, old door. Bolted top and bottom which opened into a tunnel which lead to the walled garden. Six doors opened off the corridor. A hundred years before they would have been store rooms and servants quarters. Some were still used to store old furniture and documents; one had been lined with bins and was the wine cellar. A small oblong table stood in the middle of the room with three folding wooden chairs.

I switched on the low voltage light in the room and went to the white wine bins.

I selected two bottles of sweet French and was about to leave when I heard footsteps outside and Dorothy poked her head around the door.

"They said you were in here."

"Just getting some wine for Jenny."

"And me, I hope."

"Sure." I'd spent to long in Howie's company. "I mean of course. What would you like?"

"I wanted to get you alone." She said, ignoring my question.

She stood close to me and put her hands over my ears. I held a bottle in each hand.

"I don't know how to thank you for not letting Dave know what I did on the cruise." 

She ran her fingers down my cheek and kissed me gently on the lips. Putting her arms around my back she hugged me close. I could feel her breasts squashed against my chest her nipples hard. Her pubic mound pushed against my groin. My prick twitched. 

She must of felt it as she stood back, looked me in the eye then down at my groin. Her hand went to the zip of my trousers and pulled it down. She reached inside the hole in my underpants and pulled out my hardening prick. Sitting on a chair she pulled it into her mouth. I didn't know what to do. It was all so sudden. My hips began to move involuntarily and I started thrusting in and out of her mouth. I could feel myself growing.

"Paul." I could hear footsteps outside. "Where's that wine?" Jenny's voice.

Dorothy pulled her head away from my prick and, with difficulty, stuffed my prick back inside my trousers. I turned away from the door as Jenny entered zipping myself, together with some pubic hair, up. It hurt. 

"Oh, hallo Dorothy. I didn't see you come down here." Jenny seemed to have brightened up a little.

"I thought I'd see if you had any red wine down her." Dorothy stood up and picked up a bottle. "This looks like a nice one."

"You had better ask Paul." Jenny looked at the bottles I was carrying. "I don't like red wine. Come on, everybody's waiting."

I followed them out into the corridor and up the stairs, switching off the lights as I did. She may have been in her forties but Dorothy had a nice ass. Fuller than Jenny's, which was small and pert, almost boyish. I watched them both as they climbed the stairs. Jenny's dress came to mid thigh whilst Dorothy's was knee length. Both wore neutral coloured tights or stockings. It didn't know what I found most attractive. The figure hugging tightness of Jenny's dress or Dorothy's looser, freer flowing garment.


Back in the kitchen all the eight chairs around the table were taken. We had been joined by Dave, Dorothy and Carole who were staying at my parents and my Mother's younger brother, Colin and his wife Joyce. I never had liked him. Thirty-five years of age and fancied himself as a lady's man. Even tried it with Jenny once, she told me, she told him where to go. Joyce was nice I could fancy her. She and Jenny didn't like each other.

Jenny gave me her seat and sat on my lap. She gave me a funny look when her ass cheek came into contact with my semi-hard prick. She put her arm around my neck.

I had a glass of beer, Jenny some wine as we were grilled about our cruise. We gave them the cleaned up abbreviated version. More beer, more wine. The atmosphere began to fill with tobacco smoke. Even Len seemed to be smoking these days. With only one fully working lung Dave didn't smoke at all but all the rest had or did smoke. 

I'd never really enjoyed it but still had the odd one. Jenny would only smoke when I did. Steve and Dorothy were in the fifteen to twenty a day group as was Carole. Today, it seemed, we were all smoking.

Three or four open packets lay on the table with a couple of cigarette lighters and some boxes of matches. People just helped themselves to whatever packet was nearest.

More beer, more wine. I was sent to get some more bottle of wine. Dorothy offered to help but Jenny said she'd come with me. 

I put my arms around Jenny's waist in the wine cellar but she shrugged me off. 

"Not now, please." I think I'd upset her so I didn't push it.

She must have seen my disappointment so she kissed me.

"Perhaps I should have let Dorothy help you." 

"Please don't."

She kissed me again and we carried a bottle each back up the stairs.

Two more crates of beer had been brought up from the cellar steps when we returned. My father was sitting in my chair drinking beer from a glass. Putting the wine on the table I stood with my back against the cellar door. Jenny leaned back against me. I put my arms around her waist and nussled her hair. Steve past me a glass of beer and Jenny some wine.

I could feel my prick growing against her ass cheeks. She pulled away slightly then pushed herself back against me.

She looked back up at me. I kissed her.

"This is not the time and place for that." She wriggled her ass against my hard on. "Make it go down. I can't walk away with you like that. Everyone will think I caused it."

"You did." I said, with feeling.

My Father stood up.

"Was this your chair? Sorry I must mingle."

I walked very close behind Jenny to the chair. I sat down, she sat on my lap. She almost broke my prick in half when she sat on it. It didn't stay hard for long.

"Alright dear." She looked at me.

All I could do was mumble.

More beer, more wine. The numbers were thinning out. My mother was acting as taxi driver, ferrying people into town. Then it was only our group remained. Roddrego and Michael had brought my Grandfather out into the kitchen, more chairs had been brought from the dinning room. Also the Whisky and Brandy had appeared.

I wasn't keen on spirits so I stuck to my beer. I was feeling full. I had to slip to the toilet twice to make room. I tried to persuade Jenny to come with me but she wouldn't. She went once by herself and made me guard our chair. Whilst she was gone Dorothy slipped into the chair next to us and put her hand on my knee under the table.

"Sorry I didn't finish it downstairs." She whispered her hand travelling up my thigh. "Maybe another time."

"Please don't." I mumbled.

"Alright. I'll be good this time but I still owe you one and my day will come." 

A final squeeze of the inside of my thigh and she was gone. I took a deep breath.

Carole took her place, her hand on my thigh.

"I can't thank you enough for all you did for me and Howie." The hand started moving. 

"I don't need thanking, thank you." I caught her wrist in my hand.

Jenny came back and sat on my knees. Carole moved her hand.

"Paul's Mother's back she wants to know if you're ready to leave yet." Jenny said. "I think She's getting tired."

"Of course." Dorothy said from the other side of the table. She rose unsteadily to her feet. "Come on Dave."

Dave looked up bleary eyed. My Father stood up.

"I think it is time to go. " He said, helping Joyce to stand.

Suddenly only Grandfather, Roddrego, Jenny and I remained.

Jenny put the kettle on and Grandfather went down into the cellar and returned with a bottle of Cognac from his special reserve and a box of fat cigars.

Jenny made a pot of coffee and placed it on the table with some cups; a bowl of sugar and a jug of cream. I helped her to clear away the other debris. Empty bottles back into their crates, wine bottles into the waist bin. The ashtrays were emptied. We all sat down, except Roddrego who hadn't moved, as befits the son of a former South American Republic President.

My Father poured us all a glass of Cognac without asking and as we all sat there warming the fragrant liquid in the brandy bowls cupped in our hands Roddrego began to tell us of his first meeting with my Grandfather and Grandmother. Their search for a Ruby mine. How it was still producing and was the main source of both his and my Grandfather's income. The trouble they had had with it shortly after I was born. He wanted us to visit it as my Grandfather had said that one day his share would belong to me. Jenny got quite excited. She became more excited when she heard that I had been taking lesson in flying light planes and that my Father owed a Piper aircraft. I wasn't in love with flying as my Grandfather and Father were and hadn't been up since before my trip to Northern Ireland in the summer. I promised Jenny I'd start again in the spring.

More about Yvonne and Roddrego. They had been part of the group my father had flown out during the revolution. They had gone to live in France with Roddrego's parents. Despite fathering a child by Yvonne Roddrego had been forced to marry another women for diplomatic reasons. He had tried to keep her close as his mistress but that was frowned upon and so Yvonne ended up in England. A small allowance from Roddrego's family had enabled her to set up her in small shop in the thirties until the outbreak of the second world war. They had left London and Roddrego had left France to head back to the Caribbean where, with mine and Steve's Father's and Michael, he had thwarted Mambo Lang in some plot or other. Yovone, he hadn't heard from since. He imagined she must have changed her name.

This Cognac was very smooth. I suppose that if you have the best you can enjoy anything. 

I told him that I had met her Grandchildren. 

Which must have meant that they were Roddrego's also. I hadn't thought. Jenny punched me on the leg under the table. He cried when I told him of my meeting with them. He hadn't known of their existence. He wanted to know all about them. I could only tell him of their looks that one went to the same University as Jenny and that the other was due to join her their in a years time.

I decided not to tell him about the large candle and the fact that I'd fucked them both. Another story of the Spanish Civil war. About my father when he was younger than I was.

And the night wore on. The Cognac was so smooth, the coffee was continually freshened.

We moved into the sitting room. Jenny and I sat on the sofa. I put my arm around her. Grandfather and Roddrego took the armchairs either side of the open fire. More logs, sparks shooting up the chimney.

More stories. I must try to remember them. They discussed and dismissed major events in history they had been involved in as of little concern. However they became quite emotional when the talk came to individuals they had known. 

Roddrego seem to want to say something about my Mother but Grandfather silenced him with a look. 

Looking back, they seemed to communicate more by gestures then sounds when they were together.

I remembered spending an hour in their company when hardly a word was spoken but when we had parted I felt that we had communicated fully.

A snort came from my side. Jenny had fallen asleep. I shook her awake and led her, stumbling, up to her bedroom. 

Turning at the door she kissed me goodnight.

"Goodnight."

She turned and stumbled to her bed. She lay down fully clothed and pulled the blankets up to her chin. I switched out the light and left.

I returned to the sitting room. Grandfather and Roddrego were asleep in their armchairs. 

I made sure their cigars were out of harms way and went to the back door and let Millie out. 

This first fall of snow had covered all her scent trails and she rushed around squatting to remark her territory. 

A final look at Jenny and I went to bed.

Part 2.

It was uncommonly warm for early December she thought as she walked home from the Pub in Bristol where she worked to help support herself through University.

It was only a ten minutes walk to the flat that she shared with Jenny and Shirley. Along the main dual carriageway most of the way.

Lucky Jenny. Cruising the Caribbean. Nothing to do but sit and soak up the sun all day and party all night. She should be back on Tuesday ready for the new term start next Monday. She would probably stay with Paul until Sunday knowing her. Shirley, who was on the same course, had sent a copy of her notes to Somerset, which Jenny was supposed to read before then. Thinking about it. If she did read them she would probably be the only person who was up too date, as she didn't imagine anyone else would study over the holidays. 

Paul. She smiled when she thought of him. She should really have tried for him. He had potential. Great tongue. It had been the first time anybody had put his tongue up her ass hole. It had just seemed the natural thing for him to do especially as she was straddling his head on her knees at the time. And when he'd made her come that time in the toilet cubical. That had been the best.

She could forgive even him his coming all over her hair as they watched the two Scout leaders make love in the tent.

At least Jenny had helped her get off with Len. She still saw him most weekends but his working for his Fathers haulage company made it difficult. It would become especially more so if he went on the fortnightly Middle East runs. Sometimes they were only back for a couple of days then they were off again. 

She enjoyed her sex with Len. It was comfortable. But she was only nineteen; she wanted some excitement in her life.

She thought she heard a noise behind her. She turned. Nobody there. There had been some new faces in the bar during the last week. Two of them. A different one on different nights. Just the one pint at the end of the night. They both told everyone who would listen that they were working on the new link road and that they lived in Birmingham where they were going for the weekend. Strange they never mentioned each other and from their accents she would have thought they would have been heading south. Still with modern transport Birmingham was only two hours up the road.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06



Why was she thinking of them? If she needed to think of anything she could always concentrate on recalling the dates of the various Pharoes of the New Kingdom and the names of their principle wives.

The path along which she was walking ran along the high wall of the old barracks. Deserted now in the latest round of defence cuts. A grassed area of some ten yards with evenly planted trees separated her from the main road. 

She looked ahead. A car was parked in the drive of the main entrance to the barracks. The bonnet was up and a man was looking at the engine. He didn't rise as she approached. She opened her mouth to say good evening when she heard a noise to one side and caught movement out of the corner of one eye.

A hand closed over her mouth and an arm clamped her arms to her side. The man in front turned to face her. He wore a knitted Balaclava helmet. A cardboard mask covered the normally exposed area. Three small holes had been cut in it. Two holes for the eyes and one for the mouth. Some thick strips of sticky tape were stuck to the side of the car. As he pulled one off and stuck it over her eyes she caught the glimpse of a third person climbing out of the car.

The hand covering her mouth was briefly removed and a second piece of tape used to cover it.

She heard the bonnet close with a thud as she was pushed and pulled into the back of the car. She did her best to struggle but was helpless in their hands. Both men climbed into the back with her as she was forced onto the floor, bent double, ass in the air. She felt rope against the skin of he throat and wrists as the car moved away. Then her arms were released. She tried to move them but as she did the rope around her throat tightened, cutting off her breathing. It had all been so quick. It couldn't have taken more than fifteen seconds from beginning to end.

She tried to speak but only produced guttural sounds from deep in her throat.

Nobody spoke. 

They were in heavy city traffic. She could feel the stopping and starting of the car. Hear the sounds of many engines.

Eventually they were on a faster road the noise of the engine settling to an even tone. Sounds from outside were now muffled by the sound of the car's passage through the air. The drive seemed to last forever. Just as she felt she was going to fall asleep a hand was placed on the back of her neck as if to hold her in position as other hands lifted up the three quarter length coat she was wearing and the short flimsy skirt she'd worn behind the bar.

Fingers were under the elastic of her tights and panties pulling the down; over her buttocks past her knees with difficulty and, with her shoes, off. Exposing her. She tried to scream but could only cry. She felt her ass cheeks being forced apart by strong fingers. Clamping her thighs together she tried to close the gap they opened.

A finger was rammed hard against her anus. It opened slightly. The pain was incredible. The fingers went back to forcing her ass cheeks apart. Again she resisted; again the finger was forced into her anus. She tried to scream in pain. The finger was removed. She'd learnt. This time she allowed the fingers to open her cheeks. A hand on the inside of her thighs, pushing one way then the other. She spread her thighs as much as she could in the cramped condition in the back of the car. 

The hand again on her inner thigh. This time it travelled up to her fanny and prodded and poked until first one finger then a second penetrated her. 

Why her? Tears streamed down her face. What were they going to do to her? Where were they taking her? Nobody would necessarily miss her until Friday night, her next night behind the bar. What could she do? Nobody said a word.

Her neck was released and hands were at the buttons on the front of her coat. It was pulled back over her shoulders as the fingers began moving in and out of her fanny. Rough fingers that made her want to cry out with each movement. A hand was inside the back of her coat unzipping her dress, unhooking her bra. Another hand cupped her breasts as they fell forward.

If it was just sex they wanted she could stand that. She recalled the afternoon she'd visited a previous boyfriend, Simon, in his home when his parents had been out and his elder brother, Norman, had been present. Norman had opened a bottle of wine and half an hour later she was taking them both at the same time. One doggie fashion as she knelt between the legs of the other sucking him off. Ten minutes later the positions had been reversed. She'd ended the session when they'd tried to get her to take it up her ass. She wasn't having any of that. That relationship had had potential but Simon had ruined it by bragging to his friends. 

The hand on her breasts was surprisingly gentle. She could feel her nipples responding. Fingers pulled and on them for a few seconds then returned to squeezing and feeling each breast in turn.

The car was slowing down. She sensed it was lighter. The fingers were removed from her fanny and the hands from her breasts. The coat was pulled down covering her ass.

They were driving through a built up area. Lots of stopping and starting then it seemed to get darker as they twisted and turned along what she assumed was a country lane. They slowed again. This time pulling to a halt.

The doors opened and hands pulled her from the back of the car.

She was walking on cold, snow covered grass. It changed to stone, no, cobble. A creaking sound as big doors were opened, then closed. She could smell farm then paraffin. The area she was now standing in was quite warm. Somebody had lit a paraffin heater some time before.

Hands were all over her. The ropes removed the tape ripped from her eyes and mouth. The pain. This time she could cry out and did.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" 

Her coat was pulled off her shoulders followed by her dress and Bra straps. She was naked. She struggled. Screamed. Kicked out with her bare feet. A hand was clamped over her mouth. A voice hissed in her ear. Muffled.

"That's enough of that." 

Her hands were forced behind her back and the loop of rope passed over her head.

"Do as you are told and nothing will happen to you. You're miles from anywhere. Nobody can hear you. Do you want the tape again?" 

She shook her head.

Blinking her sore eyes she looked around. She was in a stall in a barn. Three large men stood holding her. All wore Balaclavas and cardboard facemasks. 

"Speak for yourself." One of the others said feeling her breasts.

"No. We agreed." The one behind her said. "I pay her back. We send the photos. You can have the money. Then we let her go."

Pay her back? Who would pay for photo's of her? She was laid on her back on some freshly opened straw bails. The open ends of the stalks pricking her skin.

"You know the plan." The second one spoke. "You drive the car to Glastonbury. 

We've all worn gloves but give it a wipe clean anyway. We take the photos when you get back. Post them through his door in the morning. I'll plant the note in the tree. If he doesn't want it to happen to his girl he pays. We get the money. We let her go. One will stay here at all times. The others cover at work. We must be seen in as many places as possible. Be seen in town, be seen in the village."

"Are you sure he won't go to the police?" The third asked.

"He won't. He's too weak." The first one sounded confident. "Besides he thinks too much of her to risk anything happening to her. And anyway we are not going to be greedy. I just want them to squirm first."

"You get off." The second one said. "We'll look after her tonight. You come back with the camera as soon as you can."

"You won't touch her?" The first one backed slowly towards the door.

"Just get off." The third one insisted removing his coat and hanging it on a hook. "We'll take care of her alright."

The first one left and she heard the car engine start up and fade in the distance.

The two men approached her.

"You promised not to touch me." She said fear in her voice.

"We said we were going to take care of you." The second one said unbuckling his belt. 

"And we're really going to take care of you tonight." The third one said removing his jacket.

She tried to get to her feet, but, hampered by her hands being tied behind her back only managed to fall at their feet. They knelt either side of her, one catching her wildly thrashing feet, the other pulling the rope tight around her neck. She couldn't breath. There was a whistling in her ears. Her eyes wouldn't focus. 

The pressure eased, she could breath. As she gulped in huge lung fulls of air she felt hands on her ankles pulling her legs open. She tried to fight back. To close her thighs. It was too late a man was between them. She opened her eyes to see the third one looming over her; she could feel his prick at the entrance of her fanny. He pushed into her. She could feel the lips of her fanny being opened. He pulled back and pushed again. Harder. He was inside her. She cried out in pain at the invasion of her unlubricated vagina. He pulled back and pushed again. She cried out a second time. He started to move, despite herself she found that her fanny was becoming moist, easing his passage. He quickened. She felt him growing inside her. His come hitting the walls of her tube. He lay still for a few seconds then pulled out of her. The other one took his place. She didn't try too stop him. She tried to relax. Let him have her, get it over with. He used long slow gentle strokes at first. The thought came to her that she could enjoy this under different circumstances. He pulled right out to her entrance then pushed fully in until their pubic hairs met. He quickened his pace. She caught her breath. He was really moving. Lifting her ass cheeks from the ground with the force of his thrusting. He was there. Deeper inside her than anyone had been before. She lay still trying to catch her breath.

He got off her. Kneeling between her open thighs he pushed a finger inside her fanny. Prodding the sides. She was getting wetter. With his other hand he was stroking his prick back to hardness.

He loomed over her, his weight on one hand as he guided his prick back inside her. She arched her back to take him.

"Cut the rope." He said. The first words she'd heard in twenty minutes. She felt fingers around her neck, cold metal against her skin and the rope relaxed it's grip.

She could breath freely at last. He was pumping in and out of her again. Slowly, unhurried. It seemed to last forever until, with hardly a change of pace, he came. He pulled back then pushed himself deep inside her. She could feel his balls contracting and relaxing. Lifting and falling against her ass cheeks.

He climbed from her again.

She heard the other say as he took his place.

"You were too soft on her." And as he sank inside her with a single thrust. " I'll show you how to fuck her."

This wasn't gentle. This wasn't slow. These were the thrusts of a man taking his pleasure without concern for the woman. She was just a body to be used and she cried out in shame and pain.

She felt him jerking inside her as her tears ran down her cheeks. 

The both sat on straw bails at the end of the stall, smoking joints and drinking beer from bottles.

She found her voice.

"Can I have a drink, please."

She was sat up and a beer bottle pressed to her lips. She swallowed then spluttered. The bottle was removed then replaced. She drank again.

"No more." She turned her head away.

They let her lie down, even covering her with straw. They talked in low voices. 

She closed her eyes.

She was woken by a sudden blast of cold air as the doors were thrown open as the one who had driven off returned, he had an old khaki army haversack bag over one shoulder.

The three stood and talked in low voices.

"No. No." 

Voices were being raised in anger.

"I said you were not too."

Low voices.

The two that had had her entered the stall and uncovered her. Her ankles were grabbed and lifted into the air. Through the 'v' of her opened thighs she could see the other taking an instamatic camera from his bag fitting a flash bulb to it. Placing the camera on top of a hay bail he took a coil of rope hanging from a nail in a pillar. A loop was passed over one foot around the wooden pillar, up and over a beam, around the pillar on the other side of the stall and tied to her other foot. 

She lay there, on her back, legs wide apart, feet high in the air completely at their mercy. She didn't think she'd get any.

The rough one knelt down between her legs and ran his fingers up and down her slit. Without warning he thrust two inside her.

"Remember to keep our faces out of shot." The rough one said as he entered her.

Part 3.

Chapter 1.

Millie barked once then was silent.

I slipped out of bed, visited the downstairs toilet, I didn't flush it so as not to wake everybody and went into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I finished it in the kitchen, refilled the glass and went back to bed. I placed the glass on my bedside table. I thought I could hear somebody in the upstairs bathroom.

I was still sleeping on the bed borrowed from the Hospital, when I was recovering from fighting the Panther, in the downstairs study. Metal-framed, high and sturdy. Jenny slept in the single bedroom upstairs. Roddrego had the spare double and Grandfather sleep in his what had been his and Grandmothers. Michael was staying with my parents and Hudson.

I looked at my watch. The first streaks of dawn lighting the clouds I could see through a crack in my bedroom curtains.

I heard creak of the floor boards outside my room. The door handle turned slowly. The door opened silently. A shadowy figure creeping towards my bed. Small hands pulled back the sheets and blankets. A soft, warm body slipped in beside me.

"Are you awake." Jenny said squeezing my balls.

"Of course I am." I replied, feeling an ass cheek. "The noise you make moving about I'm surprised anybody in the house is still asleep." 

I pulled up her dressing gown and night dress and ran my finger between her ass cheeks.

"Do you think we should?" She stiffened slightly as I found her anus. "It wouldn't be sacrilegious or anything. Your Grandmother was only buried yesterday."

"We've been back in England five day's and we haven't done it yet." I rubbed and pushed at her anus. "I'm sure Grandmother wouldn't mind."

"Are you sure you've recovered from the cruise." She started stroking my prick as my finger move down, tickling the soft hairs, towards her fanny. "I thought I'd emptied you."

"I'm fine thanks." 

She was right, she had. It had hurt to piss. It had been a relief that our grief and the atmosphere in the house hadn't left either of us in the mood for sex particularly.

But I was in the mood now.

I leant over her. Opening her legs with my knee. Moving on top of her as her legs spread wider. She had one had on my prick the other opening her fanny lips as I pushed forward. Just inside, back out. In a little bit further, out. In further still, back to the entrance. Her hands moved to my back as I sank deep inside her. Her knees bent. I was in further. I felt my balls against her body as I slid smoothly in and out her fanny clutching at me as if to hold me inside. I was panting. So was Jenny. Faster, faster. Her nails dragging down my back as her thighs tightened around my waist. I was there. Coming, coming and coming. Pumping my sperm inside her. Jenny put her tongue in my mouth and squeezed again with her thighs.

I climbed off and lay down by her side. With my head supported on one hand I looked down at her in the morning light.

Thick, shoulder length, light brown hair surrounding her head as it lay on the pillow. Her thin face. Sharp nose. She would never be called beautiful but she had this glow of life. An eagerness to live.

Her night dress and dressing gown were rucked up above her waist exposing her navel and pubic mound. I reached down and plucked a single dark hair.

"Ow." She pushed my hand away. "What do you think you're doing. That hurt."

"Sorry." I said and bent and kissed her. "Just making sure I hadn't killed it."

"You haven't come close." 

She undid her dressing gown cord. The central heating had been on for a good hour by this time and the room was pleasantly warm. Warm enough for a young girl to be naked I thought.

I helped her sit up and remove her dressing gown and then her night dress. She helped me undress by unbuttoning my pyjama jacket and undoing the trousers cord at my waist. They joined her night clothes on the floor.

Jenny turned on her side to face me and, with our hands on each other's backs, we pulled each other close together. Her breasts squashed flat against my chest the hairs on her pubic mound pushing against my hardening prick.

Reaching down I held her ass cheeks with both hands. Squeezing them, pulling them apart. She closed her eyes and kissed my throat. She caught an ear lobe with her lips and sucked it into her mouth.

I managed to touch her cheek with my tongue then my lips as I pulled my ear from between her lips and kissed her full on the mouth.

She ground her pubic mound against my prick. Placing a hand behind her thigh I lifted her leg to place her knee on my hip. I slipped down the bed a little until the tip of my prick was touching the entrance to her fanny the moved up, slipping inside her as I did so. Her grip tightened around my back, pulling me even closer. I moved my hips back then pushed forwards. Again and again. Her calf muscle was against my ass cheeks, pulling her fanny with me as I moved. My hands were on her ass cheeks. Pulling them. Pushing them. Squeezing them. Feeling them. As all the time I kept moving my prick in and out, in and out of her hole. Throwing back her head she gulped in the air. My own breathing was erratic. I was there, jerking inside her. Jenny kept grinding her self against me, even as my prick shrank out of her hole. I could tell she hadn't reached her peak so I pushed her onto her back buried my head between her legs fingering and licking her until she came. 

I looked up from between her open thighs. Jenny looked down, cheeks flushed, beads of perspiration on her forehead. One bead was running down towards her ear. I caught it on a fingertip as I slid up beside her. I kissed it.

"You ok?" I said.

"Hm." She smiled back. She sat up and had a drink from my glass of water.

We both heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

"Oh no." Jenny said. "Who can this be at this time?"

"Better get dressed I suppose."

We both climbed down from the bed. Jenny putting her nightclothes back on and I slipping on a pair of trousers and a jumper and slipping into my slippers. 

Strange. Millie didn't bark. I heard a key turn in the lock of the outside door.

"Paul." My father's voice called softly.

"Just coming. I'll see you in the kitchen."

"Alright." I heard him walk down the passage to the rear of the house.

"Wait until I'm in the kitchen." I said to Jenny in a low voice. "Then go upstairs and get dressed."

I kissed her lips and slipped into the hall.

I found my father in the kitchen filling a kettle. He had opened the back door and I could see Millie the other side of the bridge having a crap, Michael stood on the terrace watching.

"Oh." He said collecting the teapot from the Welsh dresser. "I found that envelope addressed to you on the door mat at home. Feels like photographs or something."

I sat down and picking up the envelope slit the flap with a finger. There looked to be five or six instamatic photos and a sheet of folded, rather grubby, white paper. The writing was in a girl's hand I thought. 

'Paul.' It read. 'They want two thousand pounds or they will do this to Jenny. Please do not contact the Police or tell anybody else. They will hurt me again. Walk to the old oak. You will find a message along the way. They will be watching. They're glad they didn't get you with the car. Please help me. Linda.' 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06



I picked up one of the photos. A naked girl lay on her back. Legs pulled wide open by a length of rope tied to each ankle and secured out of picture shot. Her fanny lips were open as if she had just made love. I could see enough to make out it was Linda. I thought I recognised the fanny. 

Other pictures. One taken from above showed her ass cheeks pulled open with a prick in her anus. Another, a close up of her face with a prick inside her mouth. In one she was on her hands and knees with a broom handle up her ass.

Jenny bounded into the room wearing her jeans and a chunky sweater.

I looked at her then at the photo. I put everything back into the envelope then put it in my pocket.

"What was it?" My father asked turning from finishing making the tea.

"Just some photos from a trip earlier in the year I went on with Len and Steve. They said they'd drop them round one day. You didn't come out here just to bring me them?"

"We have just taken Dorothy, Dave and Carole to the Station."

"Let me see." Said Jenny holding out her hand.

"Not now." I stood up and started to walk back to my room. "Later."

"What's wrong?" Jenny said, baring my way and trying to put her hand in my pocket.

I slapped it away.

"Ow." She stepped back, hurt in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." I went to put my arms around her. "I can't show you."

"What can't you show her?" My father stood behind me. "Michael."

Michael stood in the doorway.

"Come and sit down, Paul." He said.

"Yes." My father said. "Sit down."

Michael took a chair Jenny and I sat opposite.

"Now, Paul." His voice was low, almost musical, American English with a French accent. . "What was in the envelope."

"I can't tell you."

"You can." He eyes held mine. "You want to."

I did want to.

I reached into my pocket and passed across the envelope.

He passed it to my father. He took out the contents, read the note, looked at the photos and handed them to Michael without a word. Michael looked. Then spoke again.

"You know this girl?"

"What girl?" Jenny asked.

"Linda." I found myself saying. "She's in trouble." 

"And what were you going to do?" Michael continued, his eyes seemed much larger. 

"I don't know. Give them the money, probably."

"What's going on?" Jenny asked, looking at each of us in turn.

"You know the girl, Linda?" Michael asked.

"Of course I do." Jenny was getting impatient. 

"We share a flat in Bristol when I'm at University."

Michael looked at my father, then handed her the letter.

She read it.

"And the photos." She held out her hand.

Michael hesitated.

"It concerns me."

He slid them across the table to her. She picked them up and looked at them. She caught her breath. Then looked at me.

"You would have paid them?" She squeezed my hand under the table.

"Of course."

"And what about the next time?" My father placed the teapot on the table. 

I must have had a blank expression on my face.

"They would come back for more." He continued. "Any idea who it is?"

I was finding it difficult to think.

"Come on Paul." Michael's voice came as if from far away.

I heard a voice that sounded like mine telling a story about a Venture Scout trip to Northern Ireland. How somebody had been raped by a fellow Scout. How some Guides had tied this person up and pushed a broom handle up his ass hole. How he promised he'd get his revenge. 

"Let's think what to do." My father said.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and my Grandfather entered the room. He was dressed but unshaven.

"What do you have to think about?" He picked up the photos from where Jenny had left them.

I felt like I was dropping off to sleep. Twice I had to force myself to pay attention as the details of my rape in Northern Ireland were told again.

I heard the upstairs toilet flush and more footsteps on the stairs. Roddrego, washed, shaved wearing a clean pressed shirt with a dark red cravat around his neck sat by my side.

He looked around the table.

"All these people, a full teapot, yet nobody's drinking. What is wrong?"

The photos and letter were passed to him. Once again I heard the story of my rape in Northern Ireland.

"If it is him." Roddrego placed the photos back inside the envelope. "Where would he be?"

I was speaking again.

"The old Mathew's farm buildings. They store winter feed there."

"I would agree with that." Father said, Grandfather nodded.

"Aren't we calling the police?" Jenny asked.

"You're friend is in pain and in danger. We must act now." Roddrego said.

"Come on Paul." I heard Michael say. I suddenly felt awake, as if I'd had a long refreshing sleep. "I think we will need you."

Chapter 2.

Fifteen minutes later and I were walking up the hill holding Jenny's hand with my blackthorn walking stick in the other. We'd tried to make her stay behind but we'd lost. To tell the truth I was glad to have her with me. I knew that Father and Michael would be following ten minutes behind because they were sure we'd be followed, but a lot could happen in ten minutes.

I wanted to take Millie but the others wouldn't let me saying she was bound to react if there was anybody else out there.

I found myself thinking about Linda as we walked along. Whilst Jenny's had been the first fanny I had put my prick inside Linda had been the first girl to make me come, by hand and by mouth, and hers had been the first fanny and ass hole I had tasted.

I would always remember the look on Jenny's face when she had entered the tent to see Linda coming, kneeling above my face.

Still 'it's an ill wind'. Half an hour later I was shagging Jenny for the first time.

We reached the clearing. The old oak stood alone. A solitary outpost before the shrub began. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. I could feel eyes looking at me. I looked at Jenny. Dressed in Wellington boots, jeans, chunky jumper and three-quarter length Camel coat topped by a furry hat she looked great. Had we not been here for other reasons I have could see myself trying to persuade her to make love there and then.

We reached the oak. Inside the hollow trunk I saw a white envelope weighted down by a large rock. I picked it up and opened it.

Linda's writing. 

I was to bring the money to the old oak at last light this afternoon. Leaving it there I was to take the track to the old Mathew's farm buildings where I was to stay for one hour. Linda would be taken home, safe and well. Another photo was included. Faces couldn't be seen but a woman was taking two men at once. One in her fanny the other up her ass. From the barn setting I had no doubt it was Linda. I showed the letter and photo to Jenny. 

"We cannot leave her with them." She said. "We must save her now."

I lead the way to the far side of the clearing where narrow animal track lead down the steep slope.

At the bottom I stopped. The snow started to fall. Great big flakes that settled on our clothing and in our hair.

We could see the remains of the old Mathew's farm about a five-minute walk away. 

"Grandfather and Roddrego have stayed behind to call the police." I squeezed her hand. "They should be here within the hour."

"I don't think they will call them."

"What?"

"They killed your Grandmother and raped you." She explained. "Those are not men who would let that go unpunished. They think revenge is their right."

"I'm not sure they're not correct."

"I was surprised you told them everything like you did."

"So was I. I just felt I wanted to tell Michael and once I'd started I couldn't help my self."

"I think he hypnotised you."

"No. He wouldn't do that. Not with my Father there."

"I think it was your Father who asked him to. He's an interesting man, your Father."

"My Father?" I was aghast.

"Shall we go on?" I thought I'd change the subject. I didn't want my girlfriend telling me how 'interesting ' she found my Father.

"What about if anyone's following us." Jenny asked looking around.

"We will be able to see them if they come down that slope and it's a twenty minute detour to come down the next valley."

"We could be there and back here in ten minutes if we hurry." Jenny said taking my hand.

I allowed myself to be pulled in the direction of the old farm buildings. Glancing over my shoulder I was certain I caught a glimpse of somebody at the top of the slope. I looked again and there was nobody there.

We reached the buildings. I pulled Jenny back motioning her to silence with a finger on her lips. She kissed it.

Taking advantage of whatever cover we could find I led us to the wall of the old barn. There were sings of it's recent repairs to allow it to be used as a feed and tools store. There was a window with a cracked pain of glass in one wall and we made our way to it.

We both popped our heads up to look inside.

Directly opposite us a man with his underpants and trousers around his ankles was positioning his prick against a women's fanny. A rope had been attached to her ankles and her legs had been pulled high and wide. I watched him sink inside her, pull out and enter her again.

"Come on." Jenny pulled my hand. "We have to help her."

We crept to the doors. They weren't locked. I opened one side as quietly as I could and we both slipped inside.

We stole as silently as possible to the stall where the man was increasing the speed and power of his thrusts.

I stood behind him and looked down on Linda's face.

Chapter 3.

Linda awoke to the feel of hands upon her thighs, pulling them apart. Her feet were pulled into the air by the ropes. 

"The others are gone." The rough one said, looming over her, as she lay on her back, hands tied behind her and a strip of tape over her mouth. She tried to cry out as two fingers were thrust inside her hole. 

Not again. She'd lost count of the number of times they'd had her during the night. All her holes had been used and she'd been photographed. When they had placed the broom handle up her ass she'd thought that would be the end but they had all taken her again. One fucking her there to the laughter of the others to 'open her up'. How she had cried, begged him to stop but it just seemed to drive him to increase the force of his thrusts. Then when two had entered her at the same time she'd thought she was going to die. They had made her write two letters to Paul. She thought it was a stupid plan, it would never work. She told them she would not tell anybody what had happened if they let her go. The first one, she knew it was Tommy, had tried to get the others to agree but they had made him have her, to be in it with them. He had been reluctant at first but had then joined in whole heartedly, especially putting it up her ass.

His prick was pushing against her opening. She felt raw there. So dry. She heard the top come off the jar of Vaseline. She'd heard it enough during the last eight hours to recognise it. There cannot have been much left in the jar judging by the amount that had been put up her ass, she thought. Even though she was expecting it the feel of the lubricant on her fanny made her jump. 

The prick was back against her hole. Pushing inside her. Coating her tube with the Vaseline. Easing its passage. Even lubricated it hurt and her tears rolled down her cheeks. He was close to coming. His speed increased, his prick was swelling. A movement over his shoulder made her look.

Paul. He'd come for her.

Chapter 4.

David Wagstaffe and Michael de Vane walked in silence along the bridal path leading up into the hills. Keeping close in to the side of the wood they kept their quarry in site.

David thought he recognised him as Phil, Tommy's cousin. He carried a shotgun. Necessary to control vermin but a development that had crossed their minds when they'd discussed their plans earlier.

Should he return to the house and telephone the police. No they would have too big a lead. The police would take time to get there, especially if he mentioned firearms. They would probably need the Chief Constable's permission to draw their own.

From the look of those pictures that young girl had suffered enough anyway. He hopped Paul and Jenny would stick to the plan and just retrieve whatever had been left for them and return home. 

The snow started to fall. The wind picked up blowing it directly into their faces. Their visibility was suddenly cut by seventy percent.

"We had better get closer." Michael said.

"We can't." David said. "He will be able to see further than us with the wind behind him. We have to trust we know where he is going and make our way directly there. We should pass Paul and Jenny on their way back."

They reached the clearing.

"We should have seen them by now." David said looking in all directions. Away from the shelter of the woods the wind increased driving the snow horizontally. They reached the point where the track led down the steep slope to the Mathew's farm.

In the freshly fallen snow they could just make out where a man had stopped then continued on. 

"They've gone straight to the farm. He's gone to the next valley so they wouldn't see him. It could take him twenty minutes. We could get there and get out before he arrives. Let's go."

David led the way down the slope. Despite they're being a lot nearer fifty then forty they were both surprisingly agile. They communicated with looks and hand signals as they approached the barn from opposite sides.

David reached the door first.

Chapter 5.

I stood looking down at Linda's face for a second. Had they been torturing her, she didn't seem to have any eyebrows left.

The man must have sensed the change in Linda as she tried to respond to my presence. I hadn't given any thought to what we were going to do if we got in this position so I kicked his balls. I didn't think Linda was going to thank me for that as he lunged forward sinking deeper inside her. Still, 'in for a penny'. I kicked him again and a third time. He collapsed. With Jenny's help I pulled him from of the top of Linda and left him curled in a ball holding his bollocks, moaning and swearing.

Jenny knelt at Linda's head easing the tape from her lips.

I released the rope holding her legs in the air.

Jenny helped Linda to sit up and hugged her.

As Linda started to cry Jenny ran her fingers through her matted hair and talked gently to her.

"Shush. Shush. It's all over now."

"It isn't, you know."

We all looked up to see Tommy standing before us holding a shotgun. He held a Balaclava helmet and cardboard mask in his other hand.

Terry was getting slowly and painfully to his feet. I knew that his side of their family had been a little unstable for generations but the look on his face that was that of somebody possessed. 

"I'm going to kill the bastard." He made to come towards me.

"Wait until Phil gets back." Tommy dropped the mask and helmet and grabbed his arm.

"Until he does we'll have us some fun."

I was tied to one of the post at the entrance to the stall. Terry pulled down my pants and trousers and kneed me in the balls. I would have doubled up had it not been for the ropes holding me.

Jenny cried out and went to run to my side. Terry caught her and threw her to the ground. 

"Get undressed you bitch. You saw what I did. He'll get more if you don't."

"Please don't hurt him." Jenny stood up and started to remove her clothes. 

"When he sees what we do to her he'll be only too glad to get the money." 

Jenny was standing before them in bra and knickers.

"What are you fucking about for." Terry sneered. "Get them off. And be quick about it."

As Jenny removed the last of her clothing Tommy was tying Linda to the post opposite.

The poor girl was so tired she could hardly stand but finally secured with ropes above and below her breasts he left her rocking unsteadily on her feet.

They both approached Jenny.

"Don't touch her." I struggled against the ropes.

"And what will you do." Tommy slammed the butt of the shotgun against my prick. Again I would have doubled up if I could.

"I told you I'd fuck you up the ass one day." 

Tommy put the shotgun down and grabbed Jenny around the waist. Forcing her to her knees Terry pulled her arms behind her back and tied them with a piece of rope. 

Reaching into the straw Terry pulled out an open jar of Vaseline. He handed it to Tommy.

"Not much left." He said.

"I don't care if it's empty. I don't need it."

I watched helpless as he undid his trousers and took his prick in his hand, lining the tip up against Jenny's ass hole.

Jenny screamed as he lunged inside her. He pulled back and pushed again. Another scream from Jenny.

"That's it." Terry was almost dancing with glee. "Ram it up her."

He did.

I felt hands on the rope. Its grip was loosened then it was gone. I didn't even look to see who'd done it I didn't wait to pull up my trousers I just threw myself at Tommy. He partly turned to met me as I slammed into him shoulder to shoulder.

He fell onto his back and I knelt on his prick and hit him and hit him and hit him. I sensed movement around me. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Enough now Paul." I heard my Fathers voice as if from far away.

I looked down. Tommy was hardly recognisable. Swollen lips split eyebrows. I'd broken his nose.

Jenny was still on her hands and knees. I could almost feel the pain from her anus. Pulling up my trousers I sat down and held her close.

"You'll never do that to me. Will you?" She sobbed.

"No never." We're alright now. 

I looked around. Michael was kneeling before Linda. His coat was around her shoulders. Terry was helping Tommy to sit up. Father stood in the middle of the barn, cradling the shotgun.

"Put it down, Mr Wagstaffe."

Phil stood in the doorway pointing his shotgun at my Father.

"You know I'll use this." The shotgun didn't waver.

My Father placed the shotgun on the ground and stepped into the stall.

Terry and Tommy left the stall, Terry punching my Father on the jaw as he passed. My father would have responded but Michael held him back.

The three of them stood close together by the doors and talked in whispers.

Some sort of decision must have been made as Phil stood at the entrance of the stall and called my Father to him. My Father stood in front of him and they talked.

"Right Mr Wagstaffe this is what is going to happen. I will drive you into town. We will visit your bank and you will draw out as much money as they will let you. It had better be around twenty thousand."

"For that sort of money they would probably need to order it from their head office which means they wouldn't get it until tomorrow." My father interrupted.

"Hope they don't." Phil waved the shotgun under his nose.

"Don't be stupid, Phil." My Father was talking in the same tone he'd use discussing business. "At the moment you'll only go down for five or six years for rape. Do anything else and they'll put you away for life."

"I've been inside." Phil said looking at us, huddled together, at the far end of the stall. "I'm not going back."

"Do as you're told and nobody will get hurt." Phil handed his shotgun to Tommy. "Come with me now."

"I don't have a cheque book." My Father said following him.

"They know you." Phil replied.

"What reason do I give?" I heard my Father ask as they passed through the doors.

We heard a car start and drive off.

"This girl is going to become very ill." Michael said. He'd covered Linda with his coat. "I am a Doctor. She needs hospital."

Tommy turned to Jenny and I. 

"Don't believe it when he says nobody will be hurt." He entered the stall. "I haven't finished with you yet. Come here."

"Don't Tommy." I said, rising to my feet. " We won't press charges. I'm sure I speak for everyone."

"Sit down." He poked me in the chest with the shotgun. I stumbled back against the wall. He grabbed Jenny and pulled her to her feet. My coat fell away leaving her naked. Tommy looked her up and down. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06



"Pick up the broom and the Vaseline."

"You are a bad man." Michael looked up from where he was tending Linda. "And you will come to a bad end, soon."

Tommy kicked him in the side.

"If you're a Doctor, fix that." 

Michael collapsed, coughing.

"Kneel down." Tommy said to Jenny as they reached the mouth of the stall. With a hand on her shoulder he forced her to the ground.

"Grease that handle." He commanded.

"What are you going to do." Jenny was crying.

"No." I made to go to her.

Terry barred my way with his shotgun across my chest.

"Sit down."

Jenny looked at me then rubbed the end of the broom handle with Vaseline.

"Now get on you're knees and push it up your ass." Tommy pushed her with his boot.

Jenny knelt with her ass high in the air and placed the tip of the broom against her anus. I saw her stiffen as she pulled it towards her. Away from her then back again. She cried softly as it penetrated her. Out again then more disappearing inside her. She threw back her head.

"I can't take anymore, Tommy." She cried. I felt as if somebody was wringing my heart in their hands.

I didn't care what happened next. I grabbed Terry's shotgun by the barrels. Tripped him, as I'd been taught in the few Judo lessons I'd attended when it had been the latest craze, and landed with my knee in his stomach. He let go of the shotgun and I stood up, pointing it at Tommy. Terry rolled onto his side moaning.

"Drop it Paul or I'll shoot her." Tommy pointed his shotgun at Jenny.

"I don't think you will, Tommy." Michael was standing by my side. He spoke in a quiet, musical sort of voice you couldn't help but listen to. "It takes a lot to kill somebody in cold blood. You don't want to. You just wanted some revenge for what was done to you and it's gotten out of hand. You do not want to hurt anybody. You want to give me the shotgun."

As he spoke Michael edged slowly forward, his hand outstretched.

Tommy wavered. He lowered the shotgun to his side. Michael was no more than a few feet away when the barn doors were thrown open and my Father stood in the doorway holding an old fashioned Webley service revolver. I recognised it as being my Grandfathers. I could see him and Roddrego outside.

"Drop that gun, Tommy." He commanded.

Tommy seemed to wake up and spun around, lifting the shotgun. Michael leapt at Tommy knocking Jenny, who still had the broom handle sticking out of her ass, onto her side. Terry grabbed my foot as I ran towards her and I fell, the shotgun going off as I hit the ground. Fortunately most of my shot went into a bail of straw they had used to sit upon earlier. Another shot. My Father lay on the ground. Tommy had shaken off Michael and was running from the barn.

Jenny pulled the broom handle from her ass and slowly got to her feet.

Terry was climbing to his feet. I hit him with the shotgun's butt. He lay down.

I hugged Jenny. 

"Look after Linda." I said and kissed her.

I went to where Grandfather, Roddrego and Michael were kneeling by my Father.

I could hear Police sirens in the distance, getting louder. 

My Father was sitting up, Michael was helping him off with his coat. There seemed to be a lot of blood.

"David."

My Mother was standing in the doorway. She ran to him.

"I'll be all right." My Father said between oohs and ouches as Michael examined his arm.

"The main spread missed you. Some of these will take a bit of getting out." 

Michael turned to my Mother.

"He'll be alright."

I went outside. It was still snowing. I could see Tommy in the distance. I followed.

So much anger inside of me. He'd raped me. Started to bugger Jenny. Made her use that broom handle on herself. He was probably the cause of my Grandmother's death and he'd shot my Father. 

Tommy had reached the path leading up to the clearing. I was loosing ground.

I reached the slope and slowed. The snow had stopped, the clouds were breaking up. I could feel the temperature dropping. Despite my exertions I began to feel cold. Id put my topcoat around Jenny earlier so I was only wearing my slacks and a jumper.

I reached the top of the slope and turned around. I saw flashing blue lights at the entrance to the barn where a number of people were milling around. One pointed at me, it looked like Jenny. Two policemen, Jenny and what looked like my Grandfather and Roddrego started to walk in my direction. I'd just about convinced myself to wait for them to arrive when I heard a shout.

"Help me."

It sounded like Tommy.

I could see him standing on a branch high in the old oak. He'd tied a rope to the branch above and had a loop around his neck.

I stood at the base of the tree.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Help me, Paul. I'm sorry. I don't want to die."

I heard a branch creak. He must have been going to hang himself and then changed his mind.

I turned away. Fuck him.

"Please Paul."

I stopped. Thoughts of when we had been children came to me. We had been friends.

I began to climb the tree. My hands and feet seemed to know where to go without guidance. Tommy had one hand on the branch above where he stood. His other hand was clawing at the rope around his neck.

"I can't undo the knot."

"Stand still." I said. "You'll have the branch down."

I climbed to the branch above and slid out along it. There was no knot at this end. Tommy had thrown the rope over the branch and knotted the ends in the loop around his neck. My weight caused my branch to dip and with the release of tension I saw Tommy slip his head out of the noose. He moved along the branch. Crack. Crack. Splinter. Crash.

The branch he was standing on broke from the tree. I grabbed Tommy's hand and held him swinging beneath me.

"Don't drop me."

I looked down past Tommy, into my Grandfather's eyes. I looked into Tommy's face then back at my Grandfather. I released my hold and Tommy fell. 

My branch shot up, released from his weight, then down. Crack. Crack. The branch broke.

I fell. I saw Tommy look up at me then my branch then me landed on top of him. 

He gave a single scream, in pain or terror I didn't know. My head hit the branch. The last I remembered was looking down into Tommy's wide open, staring eyes.

Part 4.

I opened my eyes. Sammy, the young nurse in the small private Hospital where I had recuperated after my adventure with the panther looked down at me.

Where was I? It was coming back.

Tommy was dead. It was hard to say whether it was the first fall or my landing on top of him which had killed him. I didn't suppose it mattered much to him either way.

I'd dislocated my right shoulder slightly and had a bruise the size of a duck's egg on my forehead. Apart from not having an inch of my body that didn't ache I survived the fall very well.

A night in the General Hospital and I'd been moved into the private hospital. My Father and Linda had both stayed in the General Hospital for an extra night and were allowed out. Linda's parents had come down and were staying with her at my parent's house until she recovered physically. 

I was to be kept under observation in the private hospital for a few days. Sammy placed her hand upon my forehead. It felt so cool. 

"And how are you today?"

She pulled back my blankets and looked down at my hard on. Why did I always wake up with a hard on?

She undid my pyjama bottoms, picked it up and stroked it.

"Please don't." I protested, but it felt so good.

"Shush." She continued to stroke me. "Don't excite yourself."

I reached across and felt her breasts through her uniform. She increased her pace. I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs. I struggled to get my hand inside the elastic of her tights and knickers but finally managed to find her fanny. It was her turn to catch her breath as I found her clitoris and started rubbing as fast as the cramped conditions inside her knickers would allow. She straightened upright then fell forward with her head on my chest her breaths rasping at the back of her throat. I came. I tried to push her mouth to my prick but I was too slow. She lifted her head and we both watched as my come arched through the air to land in and around my navel. There were footsteps in the hall outside. The door opened. I removed my hand from Sammy's knickers as she stood up and calmly smoothed the bedclothes over me.

"Good morning." Jenny said brightly as she and Linda walked into the room. 

"You're looking a little flushed this morning."

"The Doctor says it's to be expected." Sammy said walking towards the door. 

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes with his breakfast." Pulling at her dress as she walked through the door she was gone.

Jenny placed her hand on the good side of my forehead.

"You do feel a little warm." She said. "Too many blankets."

Before I could stop her she pulled down my blankets.

"You mucky pup." She said as she and Linda looked down on my shrivelling prick and my come covered belly.

"You're right handed." Linda said. It was the first time I'd seen her with anything like a smile on her face in the last four days. "You haven't been getting any help, have you?"

"Of course not." I tried to sound indignant.

Jenny went to the sink and returned with some damp paper towels.

"Sorry about this Linda." Jenny said sitting on the edge of the bed. "I seem to spend half my life cleaning him up."

"Don't worry about it." She said sitting on the other side of me. "I'll give you a hand."

She picked my prick up and held it away from my body.

Jenny looked from her to me, seemed about to say something, then started to clean away my come.

Linda casually pulled back my foreskin then helped it to slide forward. A little bubble of come appeared at the end of my prick.

Both she and Jenny looked at it.

"Not come long, have you." Linda pulled back my foreskin again then released it.

Jenny looked at me.

"Just before Sammy came in." I had to lie.

"Are you sure?" Jenny watched me closely.

"Yes." I must be getting better at it as she seemed to believe me.

Linda pulled my foreskin back again. I could feel my prick growing.

"Sorry Jenny." She said, her hand still holding my prick. "He seems to be getting better."

Jenny looked to where the top part of my prick was sticking out from Linda's closed fingers.

"I told you he could grow quite large. My turn." Jenny said replacing Linda's hand with her own.

Linda obviously hadn't told Jenny that she knew exactly how big I grew.

"Carryon." She said walking towards the door. "I'll keep watch."

She pulled back the curtain that covered the observation window in the door a little and looked out into the corridor.

Jenny began stroking me in earnest.

"Can't hang about today." She said. Increasing the speed of her strokes. 

"They'll be back soon."

She was breathing heavily but pushed my hand away when I tried to touch her with a 'not now, no time'.

I came. Jenny continued stroking me slowly until she was happy I'd finished then looked at me.

"We had to phone the Dean of the University at seven this morning to tell him we would be late back because of the inquest next Thursday. He said that there were places on the B.Sc. course in Economics and that if you had been studying for professional examinations the syllabus overlap for the first two terms so that if you came up next week you would be able to slot in with hardly any catching up to do, in fact you could be ahead in some areas."

"Me?" I said. "Go to University. What would my parents say."

"They think it's a wonderful idea." Jenny kissed me. "They say it will keep you out of trouble. Please say yes."

Why not?

"I'd love to."

"Good." Jenny stood up. "The forms arrive tomorrow."

I could hear the rattle of the trolley in the corridor outside.

She bent down and kissed me.

Linda came and kissed me as well.

"You two can have the big bedroom in our flat. This could be fun."

They both walked towards the door.

"What about this?" I said, indicating my come covered belly.

"I think I'll leave that for Sammy." Jenny said smiling at me.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07: College Days

Copyright 1999 by Paul

* * * * *

Chapter 1

My fingers hurt. It felt like I'd been writing forever.

My shoulder ached from when I'd dislocated it.

Who's bright idea had it been for me to go to University? I had been there six weeks and it had seemed like an eternity.

It was nine o'clock on a Friday night and here I was sitting at the small dining table we used as a desk in the flat studying apportionment of costs. I was to take Roddrego to London the next morning to show him the shop that Yvonne had owned. 

Jenny and Shirley had gone to Bath to attend an evening talk on something to do with the modern language course they were both on and Linda was still working in the pub. Jenny was going to spend the weekend with her parents and was taking Linda with her as Len was away. 

They had both recovered from the molesting they had suffered at the hands of Tommy and his cousins. Michael had produced some ointment that Jenny told me they had to apply to their fanny's and ass holes and any discomfort had disappeared overnight to the amassment of the local medics. Michael had also had long talks with both of them whist I was staying in Hospital and had managed to get them to see things in a calm, clear way. They were both able to discuss what had happened openly and frankly. I think he hypnotised them. If he did it wasn't a bad thing.

I heard a car pull up outside.

I opened the curtains and looked out. Jenny had just pulled up and was switching off her lights. Two people were climbing out of the rear seats through the passenger door. I recognised Shirley. A man climbed out. Oh no, they had taken that prat Raymond with them.

I could hear footsteps on the stairs and so I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

The key turned in the lock and I could hear movement from the living room. I took the teapot from the shelf and opened the tea caddy.

Two arms slipped around my waist and a soft head rested on my back.

"Hello." I said, spooning tea into the pot.

"Hello." Jenny replied, her fingers walking along my belt. 

I lifted the kettle and poured water into the pot.

One hand was insinuating its way inside the waistband of my trousers. I suck in and held my breath. Her fingers were on the elastic of my underpants worming their way inside.

"What about Shirley." I breathed out, heavily.

"Shirley?" Jenny called over her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm." Came the reply. She sounded breathless.

"Oh no." I said as Jenny's fingers moved through my pubic hairs. "Not with Raymond."

"Leave him alone." Jenny pulled out one of my pubic hairs.

"Ow!"

"I think he's lovely."

He was studying philosophy or something. He was totally useless at everything and so laid back you would swear he was dead if he didn't want feeding at regular intervals. Mostly it seemed at our flat.

"Is the tea ready yet." Raymond's half-asleep voice came from the sitting room.

"We're nearly there." Jenny called reaching my prick. It was throbbing. Trying to force its way through the material of my trousers. She rubbed her pubic mound against my ass cheeks.

I turned around to face her.

"Teas just brewing." I cupped her ass cheeks in either hand and pulled her hard against my prick.

I kissed her on the lips pushing my tongue into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her own. I ran my hand up her spine holding her in place. We both relaxed and our kiss became softer as we fenced gently with our tongues.

I slipped a hand between our bodies and felt for her clitoris through her skirt, tights and panties.

I must have found it as she threw back her head and pulled my head down to the swelling of her breasts in the V of the thin top she wore.

She came, pulling herself hard against me.

"Is that tea ready yet." Raymond's voice again. A son of minor aristocracy not used to waiting.

The door handle turned and Jenny jumped back from me.

"We were just coming." She said breathlessly.

"I am sorry if I interrupted you." He managed to say it in a way that made you were sure he wasn't. 

"We're sorry to keep you." Jenny busied herself with the teacups. 

Raymond look at us both and returned to the living room.

I put my arms around Jenny. She shrugged me off.

"Not now, Paul." She picked up the tray with the tea things. "Not with Raymond here."

"What?" My prick was trying to be a tent pole in my trousers.

"Oh, don't." She could see I was disappointed.

I must have been sulking.

She stood with the tea tray between us. 

"I make it up to you later." She mouthed a kiss at me. "Be good and open the door."

She looked down at my prick.

"Now don't come in until you're fit to be seen."

She went into the living room. I could hear Shirley asking where I was and Jenny saying I was washing up some plates.

I rattled some.

My prick wouldn't go down. I could here them talking in the living room. What to do? I leant with my back to the connecting door, unzipped myself and took it out.

Closing my hand around it I stroked up and down. 'Just a little' I told myself, 'to ease the pressure'.

Oh. That felt good.

A little bit faster. Faster. I was nearly, nearly, nearly, there. I was coming.

The door opened and I fell into the living room, come shooting from the end of my prick. I fell to the floor, still coming over my hand, my jeans and my shirt. Looking up I saw Shirley looking down at me. Her hand on the door handle. I knew Raymond would be sitting on the sofa. A movement to my left and there stood Jenny.

"You mucky frog!" She exclaimed. "How. How. How."

She seemed to be struggling for words.

My prick was soft now so I put it away.

"Sorry." What else could I say?

Jenny ran into our bedroom.

I stood up.

"I'd better go to her." I made to follow.

"Best wash first." Shirley looked down at my groin and then at my hands.

"Right." I said and walked to the bathroom. I could feel both sets of eyes following me every step of the way.

I closed the door behind me. I could hear low voices.

I washed and dried my hands the unzipped my jeans and pulled out my prick. I was sticky with come. Taking some toilet roll I dampened it under the running water and dabbed at it. I dried it with more toilet roll then put it away. More toilet roll to clean up my shirt and trousers. I dropped all I'd used in the bowl and flushed the toilet. 

I went back into the living room. All conversation stopped.

Without looking towards where Shirley and Raymond sat on the sofa I went to my bedroom door, knocked gently, and slipped inside. Immediately the voices started again.

Jenny was lying face down on the bed. Her shoulders were shaking. I helped her to sit up and held her close. The shaking continued.

With my hand under my chin I lifted her face up to mine. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

She was grinning from ear to ear.

"That was so funny." She stuttered and laughed out loud. "I can't imagine what Raymond must of thought."

"Fuck him." I said.

"No." She looked serious for a moment. "Fuck me."

She pulled my lips down to her own and probed between them with the tip of her tongue. I pulled back.

"We can't do it whilst there next door." 

"We can." She said and pushed me onto my back.

"Just a quickie." She stood between my legs and undid and pulled down my jeans and underpants. My prick started to grow.

Standing back she slipped out of her tights and knickers and knelt on the bed. Reaching behind her she guided my prick to her fanny lips and slid down it. It felt tight. She rose then lowered herself. Rose then lowered herself. Her fanny was tight around my prick as she moved down then relaxed as she lifted herself. She was getting wet. Her fanny made a farting noise.

"Sorry." She said placing her hands on my chest and starting to gyrate in circles with her hips.

I could feel the swelling in my prick and the tightening in my balls as I came, holding her hips to keep her still as I pumped my come into her. She stiffened and her fanny went into spasm as she came. Her breathing changing, quickening. We remained joined as we both fought to control our breathing. 

"Hmm." She grunted as she climbed off, my shrinking, come covered, prick dropping from her hole.

She looked down at me.

"Now let that be a lesson to you." She was already practising to be a schoolteacher. "No more wanking unless I'm with you."

"Yes miss." I replied meekly. I put my prick away. 

I stood up.

"Let's go to the pub and walk Linda home." I said, stretching. "I could do with a pint."

"Alright." She picked up a hair from the dressing table and ran it through her hair. "No, I think that's a good idea. It will give Shirley time to be alone with Raymond."

I opened the door and saw Shirley pushing a tit back inside her dress. Raymond released her and stood up.

"We're going to the pub to collect Linda." I said, collecting Jenny's coat and mine from the rack by the front door of the flat. On the nights that we didn't collect her the Landlady would drop her off in her car.

Jenny came out of the bedroom and I helped her into her coat.

"We'll come with you." Raymond said, putting his weather beaten coat on. Shirley looked at us.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all." I tried to keep the exasperation from my voice, I failed.

Chapter 

In the pub I ordered and paid for the drinks.

We stood at the bar. I had my arm around Jenny, occasionally squeezing her bum when I thought nobody was looking, and she rubbed her hip against my prick. It was getting hot so we hung up our coats. 

Back to the bar. I could feel the outline of Jenny's knickers through her skirt. Raymond had finished his drink. 

"Would you like another?" Jenny asked taking my wallet from my hip pocket. "You know I never carry money, somebody might steal it."

She opened my wallet, looked inside, and took out a five-pound note.

"I'll pay you back with something." She whispered as she replaced the wallet in my pocket.

It was still hot in the bar. People around me were sniffing at the air. I did as well. I couldn't smell anything. Oh yes I could. It smelt like. What was it? It was on the tip of my tongue.

Jenny pulled me to one side.

"Did you wash Mr. Willie before we came out?" She asked in a whisper.

That was it. I thought I recognised it. The smell of mans come and women's fanny juice.

"It'll soon go." I said. " Try to ignore it."

If anything it was stronger. I looked at the clock. Ten minutes to closing.

"Let's go outside." I suggested to Jenny.

"It's the middle of February." She seemed to shrink at the thought. "It's cold out there."

"It's not a bad idea for you to go." She continued.

"Hmm. Yes." Raymond was rubbing his nose.

"Alright." I went to where the coats were hanging up. "I'll go on my own."

This was met with a round of applause by those standing at the bar.

I left.

I walked around the side of the pub to get out of the wind and stood under one of the open toilet windows. I could hear voices.

"You stay here." A male voice. Must be the gents I was outside. Damm.

"We know she doesn't always check the toilets. Especially if she thinks everybody has gone. I'll go in and ask if anybody has seen you and then I'll leave. They'll think you have gone as well. For the last week we have been coming in her she has always taken the barmaid home." 

Had it been over a week since we had walked home with Linda?

"It takes at least fifteen minutes for her to do this, more sometimes, she must be invited in for a drink." She was.

"When she gets back, we can have some fun, remember to keep your tights handy."

"Heard enough?"

Something cold and sharp was pressing at the back of my neck. I started to turn around.

"Don't turn. Just walk to the black car."

An old Singer saloon car stood in shadow at the rear of the car park. We walked to the rear of the car and the man I was with opened the boot. 

"Get in." He said.

"What are you going to do?" I finally found my voice.

"Nothing." Came the reply. "If you do as you are told. You will just be going for a little drive."

A pin prick from the knife.

I climbed into the boot of the car. The door was slammed shut.

* * Part 2 * *

I hadn't expected Paul to stay outside for so long.

We had stayed behind after closing to help Linda and Andrea, known as Andy to her friends, clear up.

I kept expecting him to tap on the door to come in and join us and any minute. Twice I'd looked out in the car park but I couldn't see him.

"Stop worrying." Shirley said, cleaning out an ashtray. "He's just gone off in a sulk. He'll be walking home. Probably there by now."

She was right of course. I resisted the temptation to use the pay phone in the corner of the bar to check.

Raymond sat at a table near the remains of the fire drinking the pint of beer that was our wages.

"That's enough now." Andy returned from locking the cash trays from the tills in her safe. "It's getting cold out there. I'll run you home. If he's not there already we'll pass him on the way."

We left the pub. Andy locking the doors behind us.

"I'll set the downstairs alarms when I go to bed." She said, unlocking the doors to her estate car.

She was right it was getting cold outside.

We drove slowly along the dual carriageway, past the old Army Barracks. I could feel Linda shaking as ewe passed the entrance. I couldn't see Paul anywhere. We reached the flat and all went inside. Linda reached the door first. It was locked so she used her key.

"Paul." She called as she entered. "Are you there."

"Where can he be?" I was starting to feel a little worried. 

"He hasn't had a good night." Shirley said, sitting on the sofa with Raymond.

"Why?" Linda asked. "What happened?"

Raymond seemed to take great pleasure in explaining.

"What do you want to do now?" Andy asked.

"I think I would like to go back to the pub with you, if you don't mind." I said. "Then I can walk back."

"I'll come with you." Linda said. "You're not walking these streets alone."

"I don't like to be away too long with the alarms not set."

"We'll stay here in case he turns up." Raymond put his arm around Shirley's shoulder.

We went downstairs and climbed back into the car.

"Where can he have got to?" I was feeling really worried. "The silly frog."

"Well." Andy said, pulling back onto the dual carriageway. "It sounds as if he could have felt quite embarrassed about what happened in the pub. Is he the sensitive type."

"Oh yes." Linda said.

"Oh no." I said. "It probably didn't occur to him to be embarrassed."

Strange how people see different things in people. 

We reached the pub and pulled into the car park without seeing any sign of Paul. Where could he be? I wanted to do a lot of making up to him. I shouldn't have said he should leave the pub. It was my doing he smelled of sex and in the hot atmosphere in the pub was sure to intensify the aroma.

I called out his name as Andy unlocked the door. I looked around. The car park was empty except for a car parked under the trees at the far side. I felt sure I saw it swaying. I was going to go to it when Andy caught my arm.

"Probably a courting couple." She said stepping into the short corridor at the end of which was the off-sales hatch. A door on the right opened into the small lounge bar and one on the left the main public bar.

Linda and I followed her inside for some reason the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end. She opened the door to the public bar and walked in. The room was in darkness. 

"I don't like it in here." Linda said as we followed her.

"Don't fall over anything." Andy said. "The light switch is behind the bar."

I could just make out her shape moving with practised ease between the tables and chairs. 

I saw her open the bar flap and step behind the bar when two dark shapes stood up. One pinned her arms to her side whilst the other put a bag of some kind over her head.

I grabbed Linda by the arm and turned towards the door.

Slam. It was shut and a tall thin man stood with his back against it.

"Don't make a sound and nobody will get hurt."

The lights came on behind the bar.

He was wearing jeans and a jumper with a stocking or half a pair of tights on his head.

Linda looked about to panic so I put my arm around her.

"Everything will be alright." I spoke softly, trying to be soothing and confident at the same time.

"That's right." The tall man said. "You listen to your friend."

A commotion behind me made me turn. Andy was lying on her face held in place by a fat man whilst a small man was pulling off her tights and panties.

I could only watch as she was lifted to her feet and sat in a chair. Her hands tied to the chair at the back with her tights.

The men stood up and came towards us.

"There's an easy way and a hard way." The fat man said. They both had stockings over there heads. "You take your tights and knickers off or we do. Don't bother screaming. We're to far from the road or nearest house for anybody to hear." He was right. The pub was set back from the dual carriageway in the centre of its car park with trees and bushes on three sides. The nearest buildings on this side of the road were offices or commercial, the nearest private houses were on the other side of the dual carriageway. Trees at the back covered the cutting along which the railway line ran.

I looked at Linda. Her eyes were wide and staring.

"Don't frighten her." I said, holding her to me. "She been through so much recently."

"What do you mean?" The tall one said.

"She was raped just over a month ago in Somerset." I found myself replying. The fat man reached out and felt my breast.

"Do as you're told unless you want the same to happen to your friend." He squeezed my breast again. Hard.

"Ow." I yelped.

"Come on, Linda." I said kicking off my shoes and, reaching under my dress, hooked my thumbs inside the elastic of my tights and panties and pulled them down and off.

"Now your friend." The tall one said, indicating Linda. "You do it."

I slide my hands under Linda's dress. She caught her breath as they slipped inside the elastic of her tights and panties and touched the skin on her hips and bum.

"Everything is going to be alright." I said as I eased them to the ground. As she lifted each foot from her shoes and underwear I thought I could smell her vagina.

We were sat on chairs facing Andy with our hands tied behind our backs and our ankles to the legs of the chairs forcing our knees apart. Tea towels were brought from behind the bar and torn into strips. Balls of this material was forced into our mouths and secured by a strip of cloth between our lips, tied behind our heads. Linda's dress and my skirt were pulled up above our waists and tucked into the cups and beneath the back straps of our bras. 

When we were arranged to their satisfaction the pillowcase was removed from Andy's head.

She blinked, even in the bars subdued lighting, then looked at us.

"What do you want?" She demanded. "Leave them alone."

"I remember the story about this one, now." The fat one said. " I had a good wank over it."

He felt Linda's breasts. She struggled against her restraints but was to well tied. I could see she was crying. Where was Paul?

"We want the combination of your safe and the key to the spirits and cigarettes." He continued talking to Andy.

"It'll do you no good." Andy said. "The safe has a combination which only my bookkeeper knows. I cannot open the safe until she arrives in the morning and the keys to the metal cabinet I store my cigarettes are in it. I have a key in my bag which unlocks the safe but without the combination I cannot open it."




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07



"What time will she be in?" The small one asked.

"Not until after nine."

"We can't keep them here until then." The fat one said. He felt my breasts again then ran his hand down my stomach to my pubic hairs. "Still it looks like we have one each."

"What do you think." The small one said. "Shall we have a quick fuck then go?" He was pulling up Andy's dress, exposing her pubic hair. 

The fat one's hand was between my legs prodding at the lips of my vagina.

"We'll have the Landlady first." The tall one said taking out his prick and rubbing against her cheeks and lips. "Bite me and I'll knock every tooth in your head out." He forced it against her lips and into her mouth. Andy gagged at first then seem to relax allowing him to move freely in and out.

"You're not being the first with all of them." The fat man said as his finger entered me. He was so rough I could have cried out. 

The small was rubbing his prick over Linda's face, over her eyes, her nose, her lips.

The fat man had forced a second finger inside me. I tried to cry out but my gag blocked my sounds.

"Give me a hand with her." The tall one said taking his prick from Andy's mouth. The others went to him and undoing Andy's hands, helped to bend her over a heavy round table.

"You bastards." Andy cried out as the tall one pulled wide her bottom cheeks and rammed his prick inside her vagina. She tried to move but the other two held her pinned to the table by her arms and shoulders.

The tall one started slowly then increased his movements pulling at Andy's hips then forcing open her bottom cheeks to watch as he slid in and out of her. His movements became faster, more ragged then with a grunt he came. Pulling her back against him, hard.

He pulled from her. Putting his prick away he walked around the table to where the fat one was rubbing his prick against Andy's lips.

The small one moved around the table and took his place. First rubbing his prick up and down along Andy's slit before forcing it inside her.

He moved in short sharp movements. Quickening his pace all the time. Pulling and pushing at her hips. The fat one had his prick inside Andy's mouth and was trying to keep her head still while he moved in and out.

A sudden rush at the other end and the small one came. Standing rock still as he shot his load inside her.

"Do you want a go?" He asked the fat one as he pulled out of Andy.

"No." The fat one said pulling back from the table. "I want her."

They re-tied Andy then came for me. I was going to fight but then I thought that if they satisfied themselves on me they would leave Linda alone. I tried to indicate that I wanted to speak.

The tall one released my gag.

"Well?" He asked.

"You can do anything you want to me and I will do anything you want me to do just please don't touch my friend. I don't think she can take much more." Linda looked hysterical.

The fat one felt her breasts as he passed. Linda's eyes bulged.

"Leave her alone." The tall one said. "You heard what this one said. Perhaps she would like to come for a ride with us?" 

"Anything you want." I said. "Just don't touch my friend."

"First I want your cunt." The fat one said. "Bend over the table."

Part three.

I lay in the boot of the car for what seemed like ages trying to consider my options. They were obviously going to try to rob Andy when the pub was closed and have some fun. I could imagine what sort of fun they had in mind. Andy was in her late thirties but had the body any twenty-year old would envy. Long blond hair. Full figure without any signs of fat. Breasts firm, on the odd occasion I managed to brush against them.

Her husband had run off with a previous student barmaid from the university. Apparently they had been having an affair for three years. This had left Andy with a seventeen-year old daughter in boarding school preparing for University and ten years to run on the tenancy of the pub. 

I heard what I imagined was Andy's car driving off.

The car moved as somebody climbed out.

The boot was opened slightly.

"Don't make a sound or we'll see how far you bounce falling out of a car at seventy miles an hour.

The boot was shut.

It was getting cold. I had my Parka but only my jeans and a shirt on underneath. I heard a car pull up at the other side of the car park.

Somebody called my name. It was Jenny. She must of come back to look for me. I tried rocking the car from side to side to attract her attention as well as calling out. I stopped. I could hear nothing.

There were at least three of them waiting somewhere.

I had to get to Jenny. Let them have Andy. Not Jenny.

What was I lying on?

An old blanket underneath which was a pair of pliers, a wrench, spanners. Ah. A screwdriver.

I felt at the back of the car. The clasp for the boot was screwed into the frame of the car. I fitted blade of the screwdriver into the head of the first screw and turned. This was not a new car and I imagined that the screws had never needed to be undone since its day of manufacture.

Finally it turned, as did the others, eventually.

I pushed open the boot slowly and looked around. I was alone. 

Keeping low I hurried across the car park to the windows of the pub. I could see through a gap in a pair of curtains. The bar was in darkness. Must be the lounge bar.

I slipped around the front of the pub and looked through a gap in some curtains into the public bar.

Jenny was walking towards, then bending over a round table holding her skirt high above her waist.

I caught a glimpse of her pubic hair.

A fat man wearing a stocking over his head was standing behind her, his erect prick in his hand. I saw him pull apart her ass cheeks and position his prick against one of her holes. I had to do something.

I did first thing that came to mind. I went to the front door, banged loudly upon it and cried out trying to deepen my voice.

"Open up. This is the police. We know you're in there."

I went back to my window. The fat man was standing upright stuffing his prick back into his trousers. I could see two others making their way through the back of the bar to where the kitchen and the back door lay. I went back to the door and banged and shouted again. 

"Open up. It's the police."

I looked back through the window. Jenny was helping Andy to untie herself. I banged on the glass. She came to the curtain and saw me.

"Let me in quickly."

I could hear a car start around the back of the building.

The car came around the side of the building as Jenny opened the doors. I heard the car screech to a halt, as they must have seen me entering the building and no sign of a police car. 

Jenny threw her arms around my neck.

I pushed her away.

"Not now." I said, "Bolt the door I'll get the back."

I ran through the bar bumping into tables and chairs. Through the kitchen. I heard the car pull up outside. Where was the back door?

Ah. There it was. I leapt at it and threw the bolts as a hand turned the handle.

"Let us in, you bastard." A voice came from the other side of the door.

"Fuck off." I shouted back. 

I backed into the kitchen. I could hear shoulders being thrown against the door. It held. Looking at it I think it would hold up against an Elephant

All the ground floor windows had been screwed into there frames so there would be no way into the building that way.

I went back into the bar.

Jenny was holding Linda so I tried to put my arms around them both. Jenny kissed me. I kissed her back. Linda kissed me. 

Andy came from behind the bar holding a sharp looking knife used for slicing lemons. She was crying and angry at the same time.

"They've ripped out the phone." She said. I put my arms around her. She stiffened at first then relaxed.

I could hear the back door splintering perhaps it wasn't that strong.

"Let's go upstairs." I suggested.

"Wait a minute." Jenny said.

"How do you set the alarms?" She asked Andy.

"From the office upstairs." She replied. "Of course. Hurry."

"Wait." I started to say. If they set the alarms with people in the building then they would ......... Of course.

A flight a stairs between the two bars led up to the first floor office and living accommodation.

There was a door at the top to give a modicum of privacy.

The back door gave way. I could hear them coming through the kitchen.

I was last to the top of the stairs. I shut the door behind me. There was no key. I sat with my back to the door and tried to gain some purchase from the carpet.

I could hear them coming up the stairs.

Linda sat with her back to the wall opposite me and placed the soles of her feet against mine. Both our knees were bent, legs apart. I could see her fanny lips opening and closing as the pressure began to build behind me and the door slowly opened pushing me towards her.

I could hear a ringing my ears. Not inside, from outside. 

"I'll fucking have you for this." I heard a voice from the other side of the door. Then footsteps running down the stairs. I could hear glass smashing, then silence.

I let out a sigh and leaned back against the door. Her fanny starred back at me. I dragged my eyes away and looked at her face. She smiled. I couldn't help myself. I looked down at it again. 

"They've gone." Jenny came out of the office with Andy. "Better cover up now Linda. I don't want Paul getting excited."

I looked up at her face again and our eyes locked for a couple of seconds.

I could hear bells and sirens coming closer.

We started downstairs to greet the police.

"What's that smell." Andy said. 

I looked down at my crutch.

"We're on fire." Jenny yelled.

I could see smoke coming from under the door leading to the public bar, its panels seemed to glow, then bulge, then split. They must have been smashing spirit bottles and setting alight to the contents.

We backed up the stairs. Closing the door behind us.

"Is there a fire escape?" I asked.

"No." Andy coughed. "We not licenced as a hotel so there is no requirement."

Smoke was coming under the door.

"What's that room?"

I pointed to the far end of the corridor.

"My bedroom."

"Quickly."

I led the way.

"No." Andy called after me. "Don't go in."

Too late, I was in the room, followed by Jenny then Linda.

Standing on the bedside table was a long vibrator and a pot of Vaseline. Andy's handbag was on the floor so I picked it up and put it inside. I handed the bag to Andy.

"Don't worry." Jenny said. "We are not going to tell anybody."

I pulled the sheets from the bed and knotted them together.

"Shut the door." I said to Linda and opened the window.

About a twenty-foot drop. Survivable, but very sore without shoes. I tied one end of the sheets to the leg of the bed and dropped the other end out of the window. It still left about twelve feet. I pulled the sheets in.

"More sheets." I said to Andy. 

She opened a cupboard and handed me two pink ones.

I quickly knotted them and dropped them out of the window.

Linda was closest.

"You first." I said.

She opened her mouth to speak.

"No time to argue." Jenny said.

I brought up the sheets and tied them around Linda.

"Don't look down, let yourself go and we'll lower you." I said helping her onto the window ledge.

Smoke was coming under the door.

Linda threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

With three of us holding the sheets we lowered her. The sheets went slack.

I looked out of the window. Two policemen were helping Linda out of the sheets. I waved, they waved back. I pulled up the sheets.

It was hot.

"Andy next."

"No, Jenny." She said.

"I can lower Jenny by myself."

Andy climbed into the loop I'd tied in the sheets.

She sat on the window ledge. Kissed me. Jenny and I took the strain and lowered away.

She was heavier than Linda and got heavier. It felt as if my arms were being pulled from my sockets. Jenny was doing her best but she wasn't the strongest of people. At last the pressure eased and she was there.

I looked over the edge.

Andy was being helped away by a policeman who was wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. A sizeable crowd was gathering. No sign of a fire engine.

It was getting very hot. 

"Over you go." I said to Jenny.

She sat on the ledge.

"Don't I get a kiss." Sweat was streaming down her face. Smoke was coming under the door. The panels were blistering.

I kissed her.

"Remember I love you." She said as swung her legs over the edge.

She never seemed this heavy before. I was getting cramps in my hands. The sheet was burning my palms and fingers as I slowly released it. Sweat was filling my eyes. Smoke everywhere. 

The pressure relaxed. She was there. I looked over the edge. Jenny was being hurried away from the building. The window to one side below me shattered, smoke and flames spewing out. The door behind me was cracking, smoke coming through the panels. 

I could hear the sound of a fire engine getting closer. It entered the car park and at the signals from the policeman backed to within eight yards of the building. A man in a white helmet climbed out of a car and started shouting. The turntable ladder was released and turned to face me. A Fireman at its base started extending it up to me. Only a few feet were needed and I was out and on it as the door behind me gave way and a blast of heat swept over me. I fell, rolled, regained my feet and ran down the ladder. The engine was already moving before I reached the base.

Somebody was hitting me on the back. 

"Take it off." A voice was shouting. I removed my parka. Smoke was rising from the back. I was sweating, yet I suddenly felt very cold. I was shaking, rubbing my arms with my hands.

I was helped from the back of the engine. A blanket was placed around my shoulders. A man in an Ambulance uniform approached.

"Come with me, son." He held my arm to guide me. "You're going to be alright." I walked slowly towards the back of his Ambulance. The girls were sitting on one stretcher. A second Ambulance man and a Policeman sat opposite.

The Policeman moved along to let me sit down.

"We will go along to the Hospital to have you all checked out thoroughly." Please try not to discuss what happened until we have had a chance to take statements."

The doors were closed and the Ambulance moved off.

Chapter 3

Six o'clock in the morning when we got back to the flat. Examinations, treatments and police statements until even they realised that we were done in.

We brought Andy back with us. 

Shirley got out of bed and made a pot of tea and we tried to tell her what had happened but one by one we fell silent.

"Tell me when you wake up." She said and went back into her bedroom from where the sounds of Raymond gentle snoring could be heard. He hadn't woken and I for one was glad.

I went into the bedroom with Jenny, stripped off and climbed into bed. She followed, naked. I put my arm around her. 

"Jenny." I said. I think she was already asleep.

Our bedroom door opened. A figure approached my side of the bed.

"Budge over." Linda said. "I've given my bed to Andy. I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

She lifted up the blankets and slid in beside me. At least she had her nightie on.

She touched my body. 

"You're not wearing any clothes." 

I knew that.

The arm not holding Jenny lay by my side. She pulled my hand against her pubic hairs and kissed my cheek. She opened her legs slightly and my hand slipped between them. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her fanny.

"Goodnight Paul." She said.

Chapter 4

I could hear voices in the living room.

My right hand was on something soft. I opened one eye. Jenny was lying on her back next to me sound asleep. My hand was resting on her pubic hairs. I moved the fingers of my left hand. They were also resting on a nest of pubic hairs. I opened my other eye and turned my head. Linda was lying on her back next to me, her head turned away. Her legs opened slightly and my finger automatically slipped between them. It felt so warm and soft there I just couldn't move my hand.

Jenny shifted slightly, her legs parting. I reach between them and felt her fanny lips. She moaned softly, her legs opening wider. I found her clitoris and gently massaged it.

Linda stretched beside me. The movement pushed the blankets down. She was still wearing her nightie but it had become rucked up around her waist this had loosened the material at the top exposing one of her breasts. I had a good look at it. A little bigger than Jenny's. The brown area around the nipple was larger I thought. I looked down at Jenny. If I moved my shoulder I could move the blankets from hers without removing my hand from the two fannies. That's better. She moved, pushing them away herself and laying her arms by her sides outside of them. My arm was trapped. Never mind. I could see both of her breasts and one of Linda's. Yes, Linda's were bigger and the brown bit was bigger as well. Jenny, however, had the more erect nipples. It's as well to know these things, I thought to myself. I found Linda's clit and slowly rubbed it. Her nipple began to harden almost immediately.

I looked at the clock on the bedside table. Eleven o'clock. In the back of my mind I was to do something today.

The brewery was sending a team to salvage what they could from the pub after the police and fire brigade and finished. The police didn't want to see us again until Monday unless there were developments. And I was to go. To London. Oh no. I was to have meet Melissa and Chloe at ten fifty to catch the eleven o'five. The door opened slightly and Shirley poked her head around the door. Both Jenny and Linda chose this moment to open their legs wider. My hands froze in place.

Shirley looked first at me, then Jenny, then Linda then down at the tops of their legs where the mounds formed by my hands could clearly be seen.

"Hump." She cleared her voice. "I've just had Melissa on the phone. I explained what happened. I gave them the number of your flat in London and they are going to ring a man called Roddrego when they get there. They say you're not to bother coming if you're not up to it."

"I think I'll stay in bed for a bit." I yawned, open-mouthed.

"Yes." She looked us up and down again. "I suppose in your position I would as well."

"Linda let Andy have her bed." I tried to explain but she had closed the door.

I lay back and yawned. My fingers were hardly moving on both girls' clits. I suddenly felt so peaceful. My fingers were still moving. First Jenny's then Linda's hips were responding. Their buttocks clenching and relaxing. I rubbed a little harder at each button. The breathing of both girls was changing. 

Quickening, shortening. A cry from my left as Linda came. I stopped rubbing Jenny. Her eyes opened and she grabbed my hand forcing it against her fanny. I continued to rub. With what sounded like three sobs she came, her thighs gripping my hand. Linda turned away from me. The crack of her ass was pushing back against the side of my hand. Her buttocks relaxed and it slipped between them to be held like a piece of toast in a rack. 

"Oh." Jenny groaned. "I was having such a lovely dream."

"Sorry." I said.

"It was building to a climax anyway." She looked past me. "Who?"

"Linda." I tried to sound as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "She gave her bed to Andy and didn't want to sleep alone."

"Poor thing." Jenny turned and snuggled up to me. "She's not fully recovered yet."

Her hand reached down to my prick.

She picked it up and started to stroke it.

"Wait a minute." She said. "Weren't you supposed to be on your way to London." Linda pushed back a little further. I could feel the tightness of her anus pressing against my little finger. I tickled it.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07



She groaned.

"Must be dreaming." Jenny said, quickening her strokes. "I bet if Zoe was here she would be wanting you to make love to her to restore her faith in men." Linda bent her knees opening her ass cheeks wider. My prick leapt.

I pressed the tip of my little finger against Linda's anus and pushed. She moved away clenching her ass cheeks.

"Are you sure she's asleep?"

"Hmm." Was all I could say.

Jenny lifted the blanket and her head disappeared beneath it.

Linda turned to face me and Jenny froze. 

Linda opened her eyes and smiled. I put my hand on the back of Jenny's head to encourage her and sighed as her lips tightened around my prick. Linda's left arm was outside the blankets and she ran a finger along my nose. 

I held Jenny's head with one hand and ran my other through her hair as I came. Filling her mouth with my come as I thrust with my hips. 

Linda closed her eyes as Jenny's head re-emerged from beneath the blankets. I kissed Jenny on the forehead and she turned away from me head on my biceps. My forearm folded protectively across her chest.

I closed my eyes. I could feel little fingers at my balls.

I turned away from Linda to spoon with Jenny. Linda moved closer, her pubic hairs against my ass cheek, her breasts squashed against my back. I drifted back to sleep.

* * Part 2 * *

Chapter 1

I could feel the end of my prick pushing against something firm yet yielding. Something was giving way. My prick was being enveloped in warmth and moisture. Something was gripping it then releasing it. My hips were responding. 

"What's wrong?" Jenny's voice came from behind me.

I froze, suddenly wide-awake. I opened my eyes to see the back of Linda's head inches from my face. I pulled my shrinking prick out of her fanny.

"Nothing." I replied. I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. One thirty. I felt better for that extra two hours sleep.

Jenny climbed out of bed.

"I don't know whether Linda still wants to come with me to my parents." She said, slipping into her toweling bathrobe. "Are you still thinking of going to London?"

"If you will drop me off at the station I can catch the two thirty five." Linda's hand was on my prick. "I'll be in Paddington just after four." My voice rose two levels.

"I'm going for a quick bath." Jenny said leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

Linda turned to face me. Her hand was slowly wanking me. I was growing quickly.

"Don't. Please." I said.

She through a leg across my body and knelt above me. Her fanny lips against the length of my prick.

I had to close my eyes as she moved back and forth along the length of my prick. She pulled her nightdress up so I could see from her pubic hairs to her breasts. She kept moving her hips backwards and forwards. I couldn't help but thrust with my hips.

"You know you want me."

She placed one of my hands on a breast.

She lifted her hips and placed the tip of my prick against the opening of her fanny with the other hand.

"Please don't." 

She sank down taking the full length of my prick inside her body with one movement. 

She lifted and fell. Lifted and fell.

I heard the toilet flush and water running into the bath.

"No."

I pushed her from me and climbed from the bed. My prick standing proudly erect almost reaching my belly button. I heard the bath room door opening. I looked for my bathrobe. Linda started crying.

Jenny came into the room.

"Forgot my Shampoo." She started. Then looked, first at Linda on the bed crying, then at me naked with an erection.

"What's going on?" She continued.

"It was Paul." Linda blurted.

"Paul?" Jenny looked again at my still erect prick. "How could you?"

I looked down at my shrinking prick. It glistened with fanny juices.

"It's not what it looks like." I stammered.

"You've been fucking Linda."

Ah. She got me there.

"Get out." 

She picked up a pillow and threw it at me.

"But. But." I started.

"Get out." She burst into tears.

Taking Linda by the hand she almost dragged her from the bedroom and into the bathroom. I followed, naked. Shirley and Raymond were sitting on the sofa opposite. Shirley shrieked. I went back into the bedroom.

I hurriedly threw on some clothes.

There came a tap on the door. It opened and Raymond slipped inside. 

"Jenny wants you to leave straight away." He seemed awfully pleased. "I'm to drive you to the station." 

"Right." I was angry now. "If that's the way she wants it."

I took a small suitcase from the top of the wardrobe and threw some things into it.

"Come on then." I said when I'd finished. "Let's go."

Chapter 2

It was a quarter to five when my taxi pulled up outside the flat in London. I unlocked the front door after paying him off and stepped into the hall. Hudson had a small reception desk for propriety sake. I went to it and rang the bell. No reply. 

The outer door opened and in stepped Lady Gweneth and Sir Arthur. Former Vice Admiral. They had moved into the ground floor flat opposite the month before.

"Looking for Hudson?" Sir Arthur asked. "He said you were due up this weekend. 

He's taken the two guests who were staying in your flat to a shop. I do not know where I'm afraid. They mentioned something about going on somewhere afterwards."

"Thank you very much." I said stashing my suitcase behind the desk. "I know where they've gone."

"I have the feeling I've met the elderly Spanish Gentleman before." Sir Arthur rubbed his chin.

"You've met so many people, darling." His wife said.

I didn't fill like filling them in on with a potted history of Roddrego and his family so I excused myself and left.

The taxi I had arrived in was still outside, the driver filling in some paperwork, so I opened the door and climbed.

"Short stay that." The driver said switching on the meter. "Where to next?"

I gave an address and sank back into the seat.

Chapter 3

The Taxi pulled up outside the old shop. A small group of men stood in the entrance to the park opposite. Pulled up with two wheels on the pavement I could see my Grandfathers old Rover.

I rang the doorbell and waited. I looked towards the park. Everybody seemed to be looking at me. It was getting cold and I didn't have a topcoat having lost my parka somewhere the night before. I pulled the lapels of my jacket up. I was wearing a jumper and shirt underneath but the wind was picking up and cutting through them as if I was wearing nothing. I shivered and sneezed.

I could see lights on in the upstairs flat. Lights came on in the back then in the shop area. I could hear bolts being drawn and the door opened.

"Hallo Paul." It was Melissa. Behind her stood Hudson. 

She kissed me on the cheek, pressing her breasts against my chest.

"You don't look pleased to see me."

I could sense a certain tension in the air.

"Just cold." I said. "Is something wrong?"

"Hello, Paul." Hudson bolted the door. "We had a visit from those Gentlemen over there." He indicated the Park. "Earlier. They want the young ladies to sell the shop and flat to a Gentleman they work for. Unfortunately for them we arrived. I've asked them to leave but their still hanging around."

We climbed the stairs to the upstairs flat. I watched the outline of Melissa's knickers through the material of her slacks. At the top of the stairs I followed Melissa inside, Hudson bringing up the rear. 

Chloe sat on a packing case directly in front of me. She had thick rainbow banded woollen stockings and the shortest skirt I have ever seen. I could see the white of her knickers between her slightly parted legs.

"Oh good, Paul." Roddrego stood up as I entered. Both he and Michael were in evening dress.

The more I learnt of Michael the more amazed I became. His family was originally from France. His Father had been a Doctor attached to the French Embassy for twenty years. When it came for him to retire he had chosen to remain in Haiti and emerse himself in local culture. His wife had left and returned to France taking Michael with her to complete his education and University studies.

He had finished his doctorate in the United States after helping in some escapade or other against Mambo Lang and been awarded American citizenship to ease his passage in and out of the country during the war years.

"We were just thinking about what we were going to do." Roddrego said. "Michael and I have to attend an embassy function tonight and we could hardly take the girls with us. I think what's best would be for you to take them back to the flat tonight and I will speak to some friends of mine at the Embassy to night and we will see what can be done about our friends outside."

It was arranged it seemed.

I looked out of the window. A very tall man from the group by the Park entrance was talking to my taxi driver. He handed something through the window to him. The taxi driver spoke for a few seconds then drove off.

Darkness was falling, the streetlights were on. 

"We will drop you back at the flat." Michael said. He whispered something in my ear. A word in a language I didn't understand.

We secured the shop and flat, set the alarms and all climbed into the Rover. Roddrego sat in the front with Hudson; Michael sat on one side of the rear seat, I on the other. Melissa sat between us and Chloe sat on my lap. She wriggled her ass cheeks to get comfortable then held my hand between her own, about an inch from her fanny. My other hand I placed behind her on her hip. She leant back against me.

We pulled up at the flat. I climbed out with the girls.

"I'll be back in an hour." Hudson said as I closed the door.

I unlocked the front door and went inside as the girls waved goodbye.

I collected my case from behind the desk. We all stepped into the small lift. Designed for four people. It was getting quite friendly in there with the three of us.

I opened the door of the flat and we went inside. Switching the lights on as I went.

A short corridor with a door on one side and two on the other. One to a cloakroom and toilet, one the store cupboard and on the other side the kitchen and through it the dining room. My mother's choice of pictures hung on the walls. I helped the girl's hang up their coats.

A door at the end of the corridor opened into the main living room. Doors led off to the three bedrooms, the bathroom and the dining room.

Two four-seater sofas ran opposed to the fireplace with its gas fire with artificial flames. A long glassed topped coffee table stood between them. Small tables and a desk filled the gaps between the various doors. One had a TV set on it another a record player/radio with albums on two shelves screwed into the wall above it. Sliding doors opened onto a small veranda at the front of the room.

I pulled the curtains.

I gave the girls the guided tour. Showing them each room in turn.

We returned to the living room. Chloe and Melissa sat on one sofa and I sat opposite. Trying my best not to stare at the white material between Chloe's legs.

She crossed them.

"How's Jenny and Linda feeling this morning?" Melissa asked.

"We weren't expecting you to come up today." Chloe said, and scratched her fanny.

"Would anybody like something to drink?" I asked, clearing my throat as I did. "Tea, coffee, something stronger?"

"I'd like a glass of wine if you have any." Said Melissa.

"Me too, please." Chloe said uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. I 'm sure I saw the outline of the lips of her fanny against the tight white material.

I could feel my prick stirring.

I stood up and walked to the dining room trying to let my hands dangle casually in front of my prick.

I opened the cupboard of the buffet.

Empty.

I didn't know how long Roddrego and Michael had been staying in the flat but we usually kept half a dozen assorted bottles of wine in there.

"I have to go down to the cellar." I said as I walked back into the living room.

"You mean there's more we haven't seen?" Chloe said standing up and showing even more of her knickers in the process.

"There's just a box room, a laundry room and small room we store wine in."

"We might as well see it all whilst we're here."

"Come on then." Collecting the keys for the cellars from a hook by the side of the main entrance.

Outside the flat I could hear footsteps on the stairs so not feeling in the mood to have to explain who the visitors in the flat were I stepped into the lift. 

The girls crowded in behind me.

Stepping from the lift on the ground floor I unlocked the doors to one side and led the girls down into the cellar.

It was pitch black. I tried the light switch. No response. I felt my way along the corridor to the first door. Chloe had one hand inside the belt of my trousers at the back and was holding Melissa's hand with the other. She closed up upon me as I stopped, her breasts poking me in the back.

"Sorry." I said.

"Don't be." She whispered. "I'm enjoying it."

I finally found the key and opened the door. I reached for the light switch. We had light.

"This is the laundry room." I stood aside and let the girls in.

We had installed two industrial washers and dryers at the back of the room. To one side was a fixed ironing board, an electric iron sat on the shelf above. "It's warm in here." Chloe said unbuttoning the top buttons on her T-shirt.

"Hudson must have been using the machines earlier." I said, backing into the corridor. "The wine is kept down here." I nodded down the corridor.

"We're not in a hurry." She sat on one of the tumble dryers. Her skirt rode up showing the full front of her knickers. How the white of the material contrasted with the brown of her skin.

"This is nice, Melissa." She lifted her skirt so that only her knicker covered ass cheeks were in contact with the dryers' top. "You should try it. It's lovely and warm.

She opened her legs and reached between them to the control dial. She turned it. The drum started turning. I could see the top of the machine vibrating slightly.

"It's alright for you but I've got my slacks on." Melissa said. I watched her scratch her bum.

I could feel my prick stirring.

"Paul won't mind." Chloe said. "He's seen us without clothes on before. I'm sure you don't a flash of knickers now and then, do you?"

I cleared my throat.

"You carry on."

I remained by the door. I knew what could happen if I got too close.

"Shut the door, then." Melissa said, unfastening her trousers. "I don't mind showing you my knickers but I don't want anybody else to see."

She made it sound as if we were in a crowded cinema foyer.

She bent over; her knickers hardly covered her anus. The gap between her two ass cheeks widened and closed as she lifted first one foot then the other to remove her slacks and shoes.

She turned to face me. Lime green knickers. High cut at the sides. Wisps of pubic hair from beneath the bikini line and over the top. White ankle socks.

"Help me up." She placed her trousers on the ironing board.

I hesitated.

"Come on." Melissa insisted. "I won't bite you. Well, not unless you're really good."

"Melissa." I walked towards her. "You know I want to be faithful to Jenny." She looked down at my prick.

"Somebody doesn't want to be faithful."

She stepped in close, put her arms around me and ground her pubic mound against my prick.

My hands automatically went to her ass cheeks. Round and firm. Well-defined crack. I slipped my hands inside her knickers and found her anus. I prodded it gently.

She let out a huge sigh.

I removed my hands. She let out a moan of disappointment. 

"Get on the dryer." I said. 

Her hands on the top, a bounce, a twist in mid-air and she sat facing me.

"It isn't fair." Chloe said.

I put my hand on the inside of her thigh. She caught my wrist in her hands and pulled my fingers onto her fanny. The material was already stained dark with her moisture. She lent back against the wall and bent her knees, her feet flat on top of the dryer. I rubbed her slit through her knickers.

I looked at Melissa. She was pulling her own knickers off.

I found Chloe's clit and rubbed it hard and fast. She started sobbing. I thought she was crying.

I was thinking furiously. What was I going to do with two half-naked highly sexed young girls whom I didn't want to fuck? Well, I did want to, but I was determined to be faithful to Jenny even though she had kicked me out. I was certain we would be back together again in no time at all once Linda had told her exactly what had happened. I knew would be faithful so I was going to be as well. Making them come without putting my prick inside their fannies wouldn't really be being unfaithful. Would it?

I placed my other hand between Melissa's thighs. She spread them wide and pulled open her fanny lips. I looked down at it. The bright, moist pink flesh inside her vagina contrasting with the brown of her skin and the black edges to her fanny lips. I pushed one finger inside her. One good thing my pilot's lessons, as had my piano lessons before, had taught me was to be able to do two different things with either hand at the same time. I stood there. Franticly rubbing Chloe's clit whilst slowly fingering Melissa.

Chloe came. Almost pulling me from my feet as she seemed to be trying to force my hand inside herself through her knickers.

I managed to pull my hand free. Felt her breasts and turned my full attentions onto Melissa.

She was also leaning back against the wall with her feet flat on the dryer top. I moved to directly between her open thighs and looked down. I looked down. It looked so nice in there. So moist. So pink. I leant forward and placed my lips against her fanny and sucked. She moaned. Her thighs clamped tight against my ears. I pushed my tongue as far inside her as it would go and felt for the walls of her tube. I could hear her moaning, her, "yes, yes. yes." as I moved my tongue to where her clitoris was hiding beneath it's little cloak. I gently sucked it out. I thought I heard Melissa use a swear word. I know she called me a bastard as she came and came and came. Her fingers were entwined in my hair pulling my face hard against her.

I continued slowly lapping at her fanny as she came down. 

Somebody was unzipping me. I stood upright and pushed Chloe away.

"No." I said. I was in control this time. I had had them both in my power. They would respect my wishes this time.

I lifted Chloe to her feet.

"No." I repeated. "Get dressed."

"Better do as he says." Melissa said climbing from the dryer top and kissing me. "Hmm. That was great." She breathed. "Are you sure we can't do anything for you." Her voice was deep and seductive. It was either that or her hand on my balls that made me want to change my mind.

"No." I said with difficulty. "Please don't and I'll do it again to you later."

"And me." Chloe put her hand on and squeezed one of my ass cheeks.

"Alright." I felt one of her ass cheeks. "And you as well. Let's get the wine."

The light from the laundry room lighted the corridor and we had no trouble finding the wine cellar door.

I opened it, switched on the light and we all went inside.

There were twenty to thirty bottles of wine in bins attached to the walls to left and right.

"Red or white." I said.

"I prefer it very white." Melissa leant with her back to the door a finger scratching at her pubic hairs through her trousers.

A small table with two chairs was set against the back wall. I stepped back and sat down.

Melissa unzipped herself, undid the top button of her trousers and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She slowly pulled them down with her knickers. Wriggling her hips as she did.

Kicking off her shoes she stepped from her clothes. She turned and locked the door. I didn't remember her taking the key from the outside lock. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07



She picked up her clothes and walked towards me.

Putting her clothes on the table she straddled my thighs and sat down facing me.

"Oh Melissa." I was resisting fast. "Please don't."

I couldn't help but put my hands behind her and feel her ass cheeks. She slid closer to me. I looked down. Her fanny lips were stretched wide open.

I found her anus and rubbed it.

She caught her breath and sighed loudly.

"Shush." 

I looked to where Chloe was removing her hand from inside her knickers.

"Somebody's outside." She continued, stepping to the entrance and turning off the light.

"Oh shit." Melissa breathed.

"Quiet." I hissed. "Listen."

I could hear voices in the corridor outside. 

"Somebody must have left the dryer on after they finished their laundry." It was not a voice I recognised but by the way she stiffened on my lap I could tell Melissa did. My prick, which had been growing steadily in the last couple of minutes, collapsed.

"Well there's nobody in the flat and yet their coats are there." A different voice this time.

"Well I hope we find them soon." A third voice. "I could do with a fuck."

"You only had it last night in Bristol." The first voice. "Which was more than I did. When the heats settled I'm for going back and finishing it with that girl."

"We're not here to fuck these two. Just scare them into signing."

"Yeah. Like you did the old Nigger."

"I didn't know she was going to collapse" 

"She had the chance to pay up."

"Now Solly wants the building."

"And Solly always gets what he wants." A forth voice. "What's the hold-up. I could hear them trying the other doors in the corridor.

They reached ours. I heard it turn. Melissa pulled herself tight against me. It was hard to get my breath between her breasts.

A word I didn't know the meaning too popped into my brain.

"I can smell a girls scent." The voice called Solly said.

There was a thump against the door.

"Chloe gave a little shriek and ran towards Melissa and I. Well close to us as she ran into the table. The scraping of the legs along the ground must have been audible in the corridor.

"Open the door in there." Solly's voice. "We are not going to hurt you."

Another thump at the door.

"It'll be the worse for you if we have to break the door down." Solly again.

I stood up and put an arm around either girl.

"Don't worry. Help's coming." I don't know what made me say that.

I released the girls and made my way to the narrow strip of light that shown under the door. I switched on the light.

"What do you want?" I called through the door.

"Who are you?" Solly's voice.

I indicated to the girls to bring the table to the door. Quietly.

"My name is Paul Wagstaffe. I own these flats."

"Do you now." Solly paused to think.

"I only wish to speak to the two girls about buying their premises."

"I'm their financial advisor and I have advised them not to sell."

"I would reconsider, Mr Wagstaffe." Solly was speaking with his voice full of menace.

Chloe threw her arms around my neck and was trying to climb into my trousers pocket.

"My friends will only do my bidding whilst I remain here. Were I to leave you would be at their mercy."

"You know that any contract signed under these circumstances would be nullified by any court." 

Melissa had brought the chairs. I disentangled myself from Chloe long enough to help her place them on top of the table. 

"I am aware of the legal implications." His voice had changed to reasonable. "I have made no threats against your person or that of your friends. I was just stating a fact. Of course I hope you will all live long and happy lives."

I could hear mutterings from the other side of the door.

"I will be going now."

There was a thump at the door.

"Come on, let us in." A voice from outside.

Chloe screamed. Shrill in my ear. She was clinging to me like a limpet.

"Help me keep the table against the door." I said.

I threw my weight against the table as they pushed against it from outside. Melissa, still naked from the waist down did the same. Chloe screamed.

"Keep that bitch quiet in there." 

Again they threw themselves at the door. This time the doorframe splintered. 

"What's going on down here." I could hear the voice of Sir Arthur.

"Fuck all to do with you." One of the men in the corridor said. "Piss off." 

"Do you have any idea who you're talking too." Sir Arthur sounded angry.

"Go and call the police Sir Arthur." I called.

"Let's get out of here." 

I could hear movement in the corridor and a yell from Sir Arthur. I opened the door and looked outside.

Sir Arthur sat with his back to the wall at the foot of the stairs, blood trickling from his nose. His heavy, Blackwood, walking stick lay by his side. I went to him, I could hear the girls following. He was struggling to his feet when I reached him so I helped him to stand.

I could hear voices, then shouting, and then glass smashing above. 

"Look after him, girls." I looked over my shoulder, Melissa was at least carrying her trousers. "Can I borrow this?" I picked up the walking stick.

"I gave one a clout with it." Sir Arthur said. "Stay here young ladies."

I could hear him following me up the stairs. 

I threw open the doors at the top of the stairs and flew out into the foyer. The tallest of the thugs had Roddrego on his back over the desk. Michael and the smallest were rolling over and over on the floor, each trying to gain the upper hand. Hudson had the fat one in an arm lock.

I stopped for a second.

"Grandfather."

Chloe and Melissa ran past me to jump on the back of their Grandfathers assailant. All four fell from the table and onto the floor. Roddrego stood up. Melissa was pinning the thug down with her knees either side of his head and her fanny against his mouth and nose. Chloe lay across his stomach, punching him in the balls. I stood on the fingers of one of his hands. Roddrego stood on the other hand. I think he was shouting.

"Let him breathe Melissa." Roddrego said. Melissa stood up. She helped Chloe to her feet. 

Sir Arthur and Michael had subdued the small one and stood holding an arm each. I placed the tip of the walking stick in the thug's chest.

"Don't even think of moving." I said. I could hear a police car approaching.

Lady Gweneth stood in the entrance of her flat. 

"You poor girl." She went back into her flat to re-emerge with a coat that she placed around Melissa's shoulders.

It could take a bit of explaining, this. I thought.

The police car screeched to a halt outside and two constables came to the door. Roddrego opened it.

"Do I not know you, Sir?" Sir Arthur was starring at Roddrego.

"Arthur. Arthur Fleming. It must be thirty years."

"You remember, Dear." Sir Arthur spoke to his wife. "When I was in charge of the Frederick, out of Gibraltar during the Second World War. We got into some scrapes getting this Gentleman's parents out of Madrid."

"Of course I remember. You stayed at our house." Lady Gweneth said, her arm around Melissa's shoulders.

"And who are these Gentlemen?" One of the policemen asked. 

Chapter 3.

'How could he? How could he? In our own bed as well. After what we'd been through the night before.'

"Have some more wine." Shirley said, pointing the bottle towards me.

I didn't resist as she refilled my glass.

We hadn't gone to my parents. Shirley had invited a crowd around for the evening. I decided to get sloshed in a corner. There must have been thirty at least in the flat. Some had brought some cider or cheap wine but a lot had come empty handed. Raymond had relieved us of what money we had and sent some of the lads to the local off licence for more booze. 

I was missing Paul. But he had betrayed me. If I didn't make a stand he would feel he could do it whenever he liked. 

"This wine tastes nice." Linda was sitting on the floor next to me.

I sipped at the contents of my glass. Sweet tasting.

"Paul had some like this that he keeps in our bedroom. Apparently it's old and rare."

"Good taste, Paul." Raymond walked by carrying two open wine bottles by the neck in one hand, his other disappearing up the back of Shirley's skirt. 

'Good taste? He was an animal. Having Linda like that. He knew she wasn't fully recovered yet.'

'This was nice wine.'

Somebody passing by refilled my glass.

I looked at Linda. She looked flushed. It was hot in the flat. 

I finished my wine and looked around for some more.

"Come and dance." Mike, a friend of Raymond's held out his hand to me. He had arrived with a group about an hour before after the pubs had kicked them out. I held it and he hauled me to my feet.

I staggered a little at first but Mike put his arm around me. His hand squeezed my bum.

The Rolling Stones were on the record player. I pushed Mike away and started dancing. Mike remained in front of me. He was a little out of focus but I could tell he was moving. The record ended. Mike handed me a glass I drank. Tasted like Brandy with cola. I drank again. Another record on the player. A slow one this time.

Mike took the glass from me, placed it on the sideboard, and pulled me towards him. He put his arms around me, one hand between my shoulder blades, the other near the base of my spine. I put my arms around his neck. He kissed me. Gently at first, then stronger, his tongue pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth and let it in. One hand was squeezing one bum cheek then the other join it on my other one.

He had a finger between my bottom cheeks. The other hand had slipped between us and was feeling my breasts. First one, then the other and then he tried both at once.

I looked down at his hand. Fascinated. I watched as his hand slipped down the front of my body to cup my fanny. I could feel him searching for something. You won't find anything there, I thought, that's Paul's.

He stood back and took my hand pulling me towards a bedroom door. It was Paul's and mine. At least three couples were screwing on the bed and it looked as if they'd brought along a couple of spare men for luck. I noticed the wardrobe was open and the top shelf where Paul had stored his wine and the special bottle of his Grandfather's Brandy was empty. 

Mike picked up a glass from the dressing table and helped me drink. 

We went back into the living room. I noticed the clock on the fire place mantle. One o'clock in the morning. We went into Linda's room. A girl was just getting off the bed. Smoothing down her skirt and dropping her tights and knickers in her handbag. 

Mike helped me to lie down. The room started swaying. He placed a chair behind the bedroom door and turned the light off.

I could feel him lying down next to me. His hands were on my thin sweater, lifting it over my head. His fingers were fumbling at my bra fastening. He pulled it from me and started to suck on my nipples.

I should stop him. This has gone too far. His hands were at the zip at the side of my skirt. I could feel my skirt and tights and knickers being pulled down over my hips, my bottom, and my knees and off. 

"Stop it. Stop it." I managed to say. "Paul."

"Shush." He placed his hand over my mouth as he forced my legs apart with his knee. I could feel his prick at my fanny. I tried to throw myself away but he lowered his weight down on top of me, pinning me to the bed. 

He was thrusting at my hole. I could feel myself opening. He was entering me. Further inside with each thrust. 

No. Don't. I tried to say. I didn't want this. I wanted Paul. Paul, where are you?

He was moving faster, faster. I could feel him growing inside me. Feel the jerking of his prick as he came.

He switched on the bedside light. His prick was still inside me.

I could feel my tears running down my face. I couldn't be doing this.

"Cheer up." He smiled down at me. "You weren't that bad."

He raised himself up on his arms and looked down at my body from breasts to pubic hairs.

I could feel his prick growing inside me. He moved slowly in and out. I followed he eyes down to where I could see his prick moving in and out of me. This couldn't be happening.

He breathed in deeply and started to move faster and faster. I could feel the end of his prick banging into the neck of my womb. I could feel nothing else. He was just a piece of meat inside me. I felt him coming again.

I could hear voices outside and the door was thrown open. Mike climbed off me as the main light was switched on, fastening his trousers and putting his prick away.

"You slut. You whore." A girl with red hair stood at the foot of the bed. Others were crowding into the room behind her. I didn't try to cover myself. I didn't feel well. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

"Lucy." Mike said. "You said you weren't coming. You said you were going away."

"I suppose you have any tart that's free when I do?"

"You fucking slut." She looked down on me with contempt. 

I wanted Paul.

I didn't feel well. The room was swaying. 

I leant over the edge of the bed and threw up.

* * Part 3 * *

Chapter 1

What a night.

The police had called for reinforcements and taken the three thugs away. We'd had to go and make statements, which meant no getting back to the flat until one o'clock in the morning. I thought of ringing Jenny but I imagined she would be in bed by now.

We had all been given coffee and brandy at the Admirals when we returned. Back in the flat we sat and talked some more.

I had made allegations that the three had been involved in the death of Roddrego's former lover and Melissa and Chloe's grandmother, Yvonne. Also that I believed them to have been the three in Bristol the night before.

The Police were happy that they had enough to hold them in custody on until the Magistrates court on Monday. We were to attend to give evidence if called.

I had spent the night on one of the sofas. Michael had my room and the girls the twin bedded room. Roddrego, of course, had the double bed.

I could hear somebody moving. I opened an eye. A flash of lime green knickers entering the bathroom.

I heard the splashing of water, silence, the flushing of the toilet, more splashing of water and Melissa emerged. She was wrapped in a large towel carrying her sweater, knickers and a further towel. She looked at me smiled and went into the bedroom. 

Roddrego left the master bedroom dressed in a dressing gown and pyjamas. He entered the bathroom without glancing in my direction.

Michael came out of my room. He was fully dressed. His ability to move silently was astounding. I was sure he probably had the toilet flush running silently. He stopped at the foot of my bed and looked down at me.

"Don't believe everything you hear." He said then opened the door and walked to the kitchen.

Melissa came out of the bedroom and walked towards me her towel opening and closing, flashing her fanny at me.

She knelt by the side of the sofa the fold of towelling under her arm undoing exposing her body from chin to knee. I had to look. She knelt up, opened her legs and held both ends of the towel out wide for a couple of seconds. I could see the lips of her fanny. She folded the towel across her chest and re-secured it under her arm then sat back on her heels. The towel only was just covering her fanny but she knew this. I placed my hand on her thigh. It felt so warm and smooth. I let it slide up towards her pubic hairs. She parted her legs. I put my hand between them feeling for the warmth and moisture of her slit. She sighed when I found it. I pushed with one finger, it slid inside her. I pulled it out and pushed again. My prick was hardening beneath my blanket. Her hand was on my hip.

Suddenly everything was in motion. Michael came from the dining room carrying a tray of tea things, Roddrego flushed the toilet and left the bathroom and Chloe also wrapped in a towel came out of the bedroom, said good morning and disappeared into the bathroom. Melissa stood up adjusting her towel. She smiled down at me.

"Better put these on." She handed me my trousers from the back of the sofa.

I put my trousers on under my blanket then stood up. I folded the blanket and placed it on the back of the sofa, adjusted the cushions and sat down. Melissa sat on the sofa opposite her legs open just wide enough for me to see the suggestion of pubic hair between their tops. My prick was growing again. Melissa poured the tea. I drank. That was better.

"Roddrego and I are going with the Admiral and Lady Gweneth for lunch in Greenwich."

I wondered why he was wearing a suit at this time of the day.

What time of the day was it? I looked at the wall clock. Eleven o'clock.

"I must ring Jenny." I stood up and walked to the small table by the door where the telephone lay. I could feel Melissa's eyes boring into me. What had I done? I picked up the receiver and dialled.

Chapter 2

I was on the bed. Paul was above me, moving in and out of me. Suddenly his face changed. I thought I'd seen this face before but I couldn't be sure. The face changed again.

What a night. Where was I? There was a strong smell of pine disinfectant in the air. 

I looked around. Linda's room. Oh yes, Andy had stayed with her daughter. I got out of bed. Oh. The floor was wet. Somebody had washed an area of carpet. I needed tea.

A pile of clothes lay folded neatly on a chair by the door. I pulled on my knickers. I had to stop for a second as the room was starting to spin. I pulled my thin sweater over my head and stepped into the living room.

I walked to the bathroom. Some people were sitting on the sofa. I closed the bathroom door, pulled down my knickers and sat down. My intestines gave a gurgling sound. I leant against the sink as my anus relaxed. I don't know what was the more liquid. What was leaving my front hole or my back.

I think I must have nodded off.

There was a knocking at the door.

"Jenny, Jenny." It was Linda. "The police want to speak to you."

"Police." I mumbled.

I wiped myself, pulled up my knickers and stood at the sink unit. I squeezed some toothpaste onto a toothbrush and put the bristle end in my mouth. I moved it about, hardly tasting the gel. I rinsed my mouth, opened the door and stepped back into the living room. 

A Policewoman in uniform and a large man in a crumpled suit were sitting on the sofa. The policewoman had a notebook open on her knee.

"When you're dressed Miss we'd like to ask you some questions." Why could I see faces above me?

Linda took my arm and dragged me into the bedroom.

"How could you do that."

"What? Clothes." I couldn't speak properly yet.

"No." She continued. "Last night."

"Why?"

"Can't you remember?"

"Not a lot. Had a funny dream."

"If it involved being shagged by at least two people it wasn't a dream."

"What! What! What do you mean." Faces were looking down on me; hands were pulling at my body. My legs being held open whilst somebody mounted me. A different man, I knew this one, Mike. I danced with him. He gave me a drink. There was a woman shouting. Then hands at my body. More and more shouting.

"Well, you let Mike have you."

"No."

"His girlfriend arrived and he left. You don't know Lucy, she's on Paul's course."

"I remember dancing." I sat on the bed and Linda pulled my skirt up to above my knees.

"Stand up." She said. She fastened my skirt.

"I popped in twenty minutes later to see if you were alright and found three other lads without any trousers on in here with you. One was just either getting on top of you or getting off when I came in. I don't know if any of them had you but they are bound to say they all did. Raymond kicked them out."

"I remember faces and hands."

"Better not mention it to the police. They might think you were raped."




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 07



"Was I?"

"Not by Mike. I saw you walk in here hand in hand."

"What do I tell Paul?"

"Let's get the police visit over with first."

We went back into the living room.

I sat in the armchair Paul usually uses.

"Just a few questions Miss." The man in the suit said. "My name is Inspector Norton and this is policewoman Green. Looks like you had a bit of a party here last night."

"Hmm." What was I going to tell Paul?

"I believe you have a fiancée named Paul Wagstaffe?"

"Yes, well I used too." I could see Mikes face above me, feel him thrusting inside me. "Is he alright?"

"Oh yes." The Inspector smiled at me. "Don't worry nothings happened to him."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"There was some trouble in a block of flats in London which apparently Mr Wagstaffe owns?"

"That's right." I said. "He inherited them."

"Three local villains were involved. Mr Wagstaffe has accused them of being involved with the rape and arson at 'The Brewers Arms' on Friday night and also of involvement in the death of the Grandmother of two young sisters who were apparently staying with him in the block of flats at the time."

I couldn't get these other faces out of my head. I could feel their hands on my thighs, opening me. One was kneeling between my legs.

The Inspector was still talking.

"I've come here this morning to see if, now you have had a chance to sleep on it, you can remember anything else in addition to the statements you have already given."

I thought, trying to keep the vision of Mike's face leering down at me from my mind.

"Only to say that one was very tall, six feet three or four, one was hardly taller than me and the third was quite fat about five ten or eleven."

"Any thoughts on accent."

"No. Their faces were covered." Somebody was trying to get his or her finger up my bum. "They had a dark coloured Singer. Well, there was one in the car park. Paul could tell you more about that. Where is he?"

"They have to stay in London overnight for the Magistrates hearing in the morning. Whether they get back tomorrow is dependent on when the hearing is scheduled for. If you're sure there's nothing else you can tell me?"

They both stood up and collected their coats from the back of some upright chairs by the dinner table.

They left.

Shirley and Raymond came out of her bedroom. Shirley's face was flushed as if she had been exerting herself in some way. Raymond's trouser zip was only done up half way.

"What are you going to do?" Shirley asked sitting on the sofa with Raymond.

There was tea in the pot on the coffee table. Not very hot but it was wet.

"What about?" 

"All those men." Raymond said, he seemed to be enjoying it. "It will be all around the University by the time Paul gets back. I imagine he'll want to move out. It's going to be very embarrassing for him."

"What about me?"

"The lads said you invited them to have you."

"I didn't." Well I didn't think I did.

"Are you sure?"

No I wasn't. I couldn't help myself. I burst into tears. Shirley came and put her arm around me. I shrugged her off.

I needed to think. To get away. To be on my own.

"I'm going out." 

"Where?" Linda asked. "I'll come."

"No."

I went into my bedroom. It looked as if somebody had been through every drawer. Somebody had written 'Slut' on the dressing table mirror. There were at least two bodies under the blankets.

"Get out of my bed." I shouted at them.

I found and put on some knickers and tights. Collected my handbag from under the bed. Shouted at the bodies in the bed who, from their movements, were making love and went back into the living room.

Linda was standing there wearing her coat and holding mine.

"I'm coming with you." She handed me my coat. "We have to talk." 

Chapter 3.

The phone in Bristol was answered.

"Hello?" It was Raymond's voice. He sounded as if he'd been running. 

"Hi. It's Paul." I said into the mouthpiece.

I heard a toilet flushing in the background.

The door by my side opened and Michael and Roddrego prepared to leave. Michael placed his hand on my shoulder. He gave me a weak smile.

"Be back around five o'clock. Hudson's taking us."

"What shall I tell him?" I could hear Raymond asking somebody.

"I don't know." It sounded like Shirley.

"Tell me about what?" I asked. Had something happened?

I could hear another voice; it sounded like Lucy from my course.

"Where is the little slag?"

'Slag? Who was she on about? What was going on?'

"Hello! Hello!" I shouted into the mouthpiece.

There was a mumbling of voices at the other end.

"Paul. It's Lucy."

"Hi Lucy. What are you doing there?"

"I came to speak to that slut of a girlfriend of yours."

"Oi. Careful." I said. Christ, I'd only been gone one night, what had been happening?"

There was movement by my side. Melissa was standing next to me, naked. She took my spare hand between hers and rubbed it against her pubic hairs. I tried to shake her off and concentrate on what Lucy was saying.

"So I went into the bed room and there she was, flat on her back, legs wide open with Mike's come dripping from her hole. She didn't even try to cover her self up. There was at least a dozen of us in the room."

"No. I mean. No! No!" It couldn't be."

"And there's more."

"What?"

"Apparently she took half a dozen others later on."

"No. I don't believe it."

"Speak to Shirley."

"Hello Paul. It's true. Raymond had to stop it."

"Where is she?"

"Gone out with Linda. We had the police around this morning."

"Did she report being raped to them?" I'd have to get back to her.

"No. She wasn't raped." Shirley sounded very sad. "Both Linda and I saw her go into the bedroom holding Mikes hand."

I put down the phone.

What was I to do?

I looked down. My fingers were between Melissa's legs. I could feel the warmth of her fanny, the moisture from its lips. I put my other hand on an ass cheek and pulled her towards me, pushing a finger up inside her as I did so. She threw her arms around my neck and I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue between her lips.

If Jenny could act like that why I should I deny myself.

I pushed Melissa back onto the sofa and taking off my trousers and underpants knelt between her legs. My prick wasn't hard so I knelt back on my heels and started stroking myself.

Chloe was standing by my side. I pulled the towel from her. I ran my hand up the back of her thighs. S opened her legs and I forced two of my fingers into her fanny. I ignored her yelp of pain, removed my fingers and sank forward onto Melissa. She reached between us and guided my prick between her fanny lips. I slid deep inside her. She bent her knees her heels on my ass cheeks. I started moving in and out. Pulling back to the opening and sinking back into her. Her fanny clutching at then relaxing around my prick. Then tightening again. Her heels were thumping against my ass cheeks trying to make me quicken. A finger was prodding at my anus. A sharp finger nail scratching at the tight folds of skin. I started to really bang my prick in and out of Melissa's hole. I felt then heard her coming.

I stopped moving, waiting for her to finish coming then I pulled out of her, stood up and faced Chloe. She looks down at my prick, wet with her sister's juices.

"Turn around and kneel down." I said placing my hands on her shoulders and turning her away from me.

She sank to the ground, ass raised in the air. I knelt behind her and pulled her cheeks apart. Her outer lips were still closed so I pulled them apart with my thumbs exposing the bright pink flesh inside.

I rubbed my prick up and down her slit then pushed it inside. She was tight. I pulled back and pushed again. That's better. I could feel her getting wetter. I pulled back and pushed again, and again and again. Faster, faster. My hands on her hips pulling her towards me then pushing her away. I came with a shout. Shooting load after load of come inside her.

I pulled out of her hole and sat back on the sofa. The girls sat either side of me. I put my arms around them and felt their breasts.

"Thank you." I kissed them both in turn.

"What's happening in Bristol?" Melissa asked picking up my prick and pulling the foreskin back and forth. 

I told them what I heard on the phone. I thought it best to leave out the part that I'd been inside Linda's fanny twenty-four hours earlier, girls can be funny about things like that.

When I'd finished Melissa asked.

"What are you going to do now?" As she slid from the sofa and took my prick in her mouth.

It's very difficult to think clearly let alone hold a sensible conversation when your prick is inside a soft, warm mouth, especially the way her tongue was first wrapping itself around my knob end then trying to fit inside my wee hole. One thing did occur to me though. If I came in her mouth I probably wouldn't be able to fuck them for a while and I did want to fuck them. Any women would have done just to pay Jenny back. To let all those men have her. What had Lucy said, 'on her back, legs wide open with come dripping out of her fanny. All that come inside her. I could picture her. I put the thought from my mind. 

Lifting Melissa's head from my prick I helped her place her knees either side of me and sink down on my prick. I held an ass cheek in either hand and tickled her anus with the middle finger of one. She offered a nipple to my lips as she would if feeding a child. No child could have sucked on it more eagerly. It responded, immediately enlarging and hardening. I pushed my finger hard against her anus. I heard her cry out as it opened slightly. She was too dry so I placed my finger along side my prick and let it slip into her fanny to collect lubrication. I removed it, placed it against her anus and pushed. She cried out again as my finger slid into her but this time it wasn't in pain. I tried to keep my hand still and allow her to take my finger inside her as her movements were taking my prick. Her breathing was becoming erratic. Her fanny and anus tightening and relaxing with her moving. She threw back her head and I sucked on her neck as she came. I hadn't finished so, still joined, I lay her on her back and quickly thrust myself to orgasm inside her.

I pulled out, sat back on my heels and looked down at her fanny. A dribble of come was running down towards her anus just as it must have run from Jenny's.

Chapter 4

I drove north out of Bristol.

Linda sat beside me, silent at first.

"What must we talk about?"

"I'm sorry Jenny." She said and burst into tears.

There was a petrol station with a café nearby ahead so I pulled in. 

I said 'fill it up' to the man standing by the pump.

I opened my small handbag on its long strap. Four one pound notes and some change was wrapped in a ball in one corner. Paul's change from Friday night. I opened the zipped purse compartment of the handbag. Two pound note and some change.

"That will be four pounds, Miss." The man said wiping the windscreen. I gave him Paul's four pounds and some of the change and with a thank you drove to the café car park. I climbed out of the car.

"Come on." I said to Linda. "Let's go and get a cup of tea."

I could certainly do with one, not to mention a visit to the toilet.

Linda sat at a table and ordered a pot of tea and some cakes while I went into the toilets at the back of the café. Two cubicles, a wash hand basin and a waist bin. A blue roller towel hung on the wall by the side of the sink. I looked into the mirror above it. My eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were red. My hair looked like it hadn't been brushed. It hadn't been. It would have to wait. I went into a cubical and after hanging up my coat pulled down my tights and knickers, lifted my skirt and sat down. Just in time. I leant against the wall of the cubical breathing heavily. I farted. My anus opened releasing whatever I had left inside my bowels. Ah, a solid bit. That hurt. I pissed. High pitched and hissing.

That was better.

I took some toilet roll and rolled it into a tight tube. I pulled open my fanny lips with the fingers of one hand and pushed it inside myself. It was sore as I pulled it out. I examined it closely and sniffed at it seeking signs of all the come that was supposed to be inside me. It was wet, it smelt of piss and me. I couldn't see any come. Had I dreamt it all? No. Mike had definitely had me. I could remember that now. I had tried to stop him but was just to drunk and besides I think I wanted to get at Paul. Why do it with a man you had only met properly an hour or so ago? I hadn't even enjoyed it and I was sure he was just using the first available women he could get while his girlfriend was away. I couldn't remember much about any others. I didn't think I'd been shagged by anybody else but knowing the minds of the males at this University they were certain to say that they had had me.

I wiped my anus and vagina properly, dressed, flushed the toilet and left the cubicle. I hung my coat up on a hook behind the door and washed my hands. Refilling the basin I splashed some water over my face. I dried my face and hands on the towel. That was better. 

Now what to do about Paul? 

I had better ring him and try to explain before somebody told him an exaggerated version of events. It was bad enough having to tell him at all and if other's hadn't known I don't think I would have. He had told me of the time he'd had Melissa and Chloe but that had been all tied up in our adventure in the Caribbean and I'd been with him when he'd came in Zoe and Carole's mouths so that wasn't really being unfaithful. No, I was the one at fault. I understood a little of the males thought processes to know that they viewed the leaving of sperm inside the females vagina as infinitely more serious than a man leaving his come on her belly or even coming inside her in a condom. It must be something really primeval to them. 

Chapter 5

What had I done?

I looked down at Melissa's open fanny. I watched as my come trickled towards her anus.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I shouldn't be doing this. It's not fair on you, on either of you."

Chloe was standing by my side. She pulled the side of my face against her abdomen. Her skin felt soft and warm with the hint of firmness from her stomach muscles beneath. I placed my hand on the base of her spine where her ass cheeks began to swell and separate. 

I looked down at Melissa again. Her fanny lips were closing leaving the small stream of my come to collect in the folds of her anus.

I stood up and she swung her legs off the sofa and sat down. I sat down next to her with Chloe next to me.

"What happens next?" Melissa asked taking one of my hands between hers.

"I need time to think." I did. Everything had happened so fast. A picture of Jenny's face with its expression of surprise and pain as I took her virginity flashed in front of me. "I better had move out of the flat."

"Come and live with us." Chloe said enthusiastically.

"No. Thanks for the offer though." She looked really disappointed.

"Let's get dressed and I'll take you to the pub around the corner for a drink." I stood up and pulled them both to their feet.

"Cheer up, both of you." I kissed them both on the cheeks. "You don't know how much what we just did has helped me in getting things straight in my mind."

I quickly threw on my clothes and phoned my parents whilst the girls were getting dressed.

My Father answered the phone. He was unable to play his usual rounds of golf on Saturday and Sunday morning until all of the shotgun pellets had worked their way to the surface of his skin, I wondered how he managed to get out of going to church with mother.

It was a quarter to eleven. They should just about be leaving now.

"Paul. You lifesaver." He said. "Just had you're Grandfather on the phone. Michael phoned him earlier." I hadn't heard a thing. "And told him about what's happened. I told you're Mother I'd need to stay by the phone." Crafty dog.

Without going into too many details I told him that Jenny and I we're going to go our own ways for a while and that I needed to get out of the flat. We discussed whether I should leave University and return to the accountancy firm to study for professional qualifications. I was for it but he convinced me that it was bast for me to continue in Bristol. Fine, I needed to find some accommodation.

"Number twenty seven is free." He said.

When he and my Mother had first married and he was working for an accountancy company in Bristol between the end of the Second World War and The Korean War they had first rented then bought a little two bed roomed house on Bedminster Downs over looking the city. As they had prospered and he had gained the necessary experience they had moved to become a junior partner in my Grandfathers firm and began living in Taunton. I had been born in that house and it always held fond memories for me. We had moved when I was six. My parents had never sold the house but had let it on a long-term lease to a old couple they knew. I hadn't realised both had died. I remembered the old ladies seed cake. Ghastly.

"You're Mother and I were discussing what to do with it only yesterday. We hadn't expected Gladys to go so soon after Frank."

I remembered he had died whilst I was in Hospital after my encounter with the Panther. I hadn't been well enough to go to the funeral. I thought I remembered seeing Gladys at my Grandmothers funeral.

"Can I have it? Please?" 

I was sure it would be ideal. Two, well one and a half bedrooms to be truthful. Ideal for a baby or young child or a place to study. A place to go to study. It was important to have a place to go to. Doing it in a bedroom with all your, perhaps, more interesting possessions wasn't the best arrangement but to have a space, without distractions, would be great.

"If we do not sell before times one day it will be yours. I lease it to the company and they rented it to Gladys and Frank to avoid tax complications. We must really sit down and look at your potential property holdings in the future. What with the flats in London, your Grandparents house, this house, number 27 in Bristol and the villa in Spain. There must be a quarter of a million pounds there in total."

(This story is set in 1970)

"I didn't think we owned that."

"A perpetual gift of the Spanish Government. Full title belongs to your Grandfather but we had it confirmed by the General only last year that the title will pass to me then to you and so on unless we decide otherwise. The Government would like things to stay as they are."

Ours or there's?

"But they have Inter Government meetings there."

"Handy for them. Neutral territory."

We had only used it two or three weeks of the year. It was true that my Grandparents had used it much more.

"Number twenty seven is empty at present." My Father continued. "It only has carpets and curtains with a fitted kitchen and bathroom. When were you thinking of moving in."

"Tomorrow."

A silence at the other end. I could hear voices.

"Paul?" My Mother. "What's all this your Father's saying, never mind we haven't time we will be late for Church." I thought I heard my Father groan in the background. Then I heard him say 'right Miss'.

My Mother seemed to have difficulty with her breathing.

"Oh. Ring. Oh. When you're coming back to Bristol. Hmm. I'll. Oh God. Meet you in Bristol. Stop it. No don't. I'll enjoy this."

"Mother." I said and put the phone down.

I still found it difficult to believe that people as old as my parents, 43 and 49, still did it. Let alone with passion. It embarrassed me to think that my Father may have put his head between my Mothers legs as I did with Jenny. I thought now and again of my Grandparents doing the same thing but I didn't think it had been invented when they were young.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08: Summer Holes

Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictitious. The sexual positions are possible.

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Chapter 1.

It was eight o'clock in the evening. I sat at my desk reading. I always seemed to be sat somewhere reading or writing. When I wasn't in court as a witness that is.

I certainly wasn't top of my class. I'd missed so many lectures that, although I'd read up notes made by others, I just wasn't prepared for the end of year exams.

The Senior Lecturer had taken me to one side. I had to improve. She had provided me with a list of reading and exercises to complete over the Summer. She wanted to see them on my return to college in September. No threats were issued, but, unless I was being over sensitive, they were implied. I could hear Jenny in the bathroom next door, splashing in the tub. I bet she smelt nice.

I could picture her lying back in the water, her pubic hair reaching up to the surface of the water to lie plastered flat against her sin when she stood to get out.

I was getting hard. I couldn't stop. I had to study. She must have pulled the plug for I could hear the water gurgling. I imagined her wrapping a towel around her head before drying her body with a second towel. Being gentle with her breasts, rougher with her back. One leg raised on the side of the bath as she dried her thigh, then her calf and finally her foot, paying particular attention between her toes. Then her other leg. Finally between her legs. Her fanny first. Perhaps pushing a little of the material inside herself. Last of all between her ass cheeks. Rubbing her anus. I heard her leaving the bath room and making her way to the bedroom. She would have dropped her towel in the laundry basket she'd made me buy. I rubbed my prick to ease the pressure. It felt good so I rubbed it again.

It was no good. How was I expected to concentrate? I had spent the last two nights in London, having to give evidence in the trial of Solly and his gang for extortion. Thankfully the prosecution lawyer had intervened when I was asked why Melissa hadn't been wearing her trousers and knickers. The judge agreed that it was not relevant to the case and that his court was not to be used to create lurid headlines for tabloid newspapers. I might just get away with that one.

Three weeks before Jenny and I had both given evidence at the some of the same gang members trial for rape and arson. Two had received double figure sentences for that, the third five years.

I tried to concentrate on the passage in the book as I re-read it for the fifth time.

Perhaps I should just drop in and see if Jenny was all right. I walked across the landing to the bedroom door. There was a soft glow coming from underneath it. She must have drawn the curtains and switched on a bedside light. Strange. I thought we were going to the pub. I pushed open the door. Jenny lay on the bed. Ankles crossed, hands behind her head. Naked.

"Took you're time didn't you?" She said.

"I thought you wanted to go to the pub?" I stood looking down at her body. Small round breasts with their erect nipples crying out to be sucked. Her flat stomach rising to her pubic mound. Short, curly hairs pointing the way between her legs. I sat on the bed by her side and put my hand on her mound. 

"We can always go later, or tomorrow." She opened her legs. I ran a finger down the outside of her fanny. Pushing it into her at the bottom and spreading her lips as I moved back up to her clitoris. I put my finger in my mouth, tasting her juices. 

"I can think of a better way, if you really want 

to see what I taste like." Her voice was husky. 

Her nipples looked almost painfully large. I lowered my head and sucked on one then the other. She gave a sound like a mew. I kissed her belly button then traced a path with my tongue through her pubic hairs to the top of her fanny. I shifted around until I was kneeling between her legs. I looked down. Her lips were open revealing the moist flesh inside. Her clitoris was enlarged, standing proud of its hood. I placed my lips against it and licked at it gently with the tip of my tongue. Her back arched and she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my face tight to her. I licked again. She let out a loud sob. 

Gently flicking with my tongue I slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed her fanny lips with a finger before working it in and out of her. She sighed. She bent her knees, placing her feet on my shoulders. I slid a second finger inside her as I sucked her clitoris between my lips then releasing it and flicking it from side to side with my tongue. I heard her breathing change, faster, shorter breaths. I licked and sucked with more urgency, taking her with me, forcing a third finger inside her as she came. I removed my fingers and sucked on each of her lips in turn while she came down. Licking at the little hairs between her holes. Touching her anus. Describing circles around its tight folds with the tip of my tongue. She put her hands on either buttock and pulled her crack open for me. I licked on each side down to the bed covers and then back to her little hole. She moaned, a little 'yes,yes,yes.' Could she be enjoying it? A feeling of power came upon me. I had this living creature totally under my control. I pushed the tip of my tongue against her anus. She cried out softly as it opened slightly. 

I worked up some saliva and pushed against it again. Her hole opened and the tip of my tongue was inside her. I moved my tongue around in circles inside her, extracting moan after moan of pleasure. The pressure of her ring was tiring my tongue so I replaced it in her ass hole with a finger and licked my way back to fanny, sucking on her lips again as I moved up to her clitoris. Her thighs were tightening and relaxing around my head as I sucked and licked on it, moving my finger rapidly in and out of her ass as I did so. She came again, her whole body stiffening then relaxing, her breath coming in gasps. I gently pulled my finger from her ass hole and lay done by her side, holding a breast with one hand. Feeling its nipple hard against my palm. I kissed her nose, then her lips. She opened her lips, sucking my tongue inside. I felt the tip of her tongue against mine, testing, tasting. I could feel her fingers on the buttons of my shirt. Undoing them, pulling it from my trousers. I pulled my arms from it keeping my lips in contact with hers. I pulled my mouth away and lowered my lips to a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. She sighed. 

Suddenly she sat up and pushed me onto my back, her hands going to the fastenings of my trousers. She almost tore them open then pushed them down. Straddling me she guided my prick to her fanny and sank down, her ass cheeks touching my thighs. I grabbed one in each hand as she lifted herself from me, then lowered herself again. I held them as she moved, scueezing them in time with the contractions of her fanny as she used her internal muscles to grip and release me. She lent forward, a hand on each of my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"Hmm." She said as I lifted my hips to meet her downwards movement. "Keep still. 

I want to do this."

I squeezed her ass cheeks. Her fanny tightened.

"I love you." She said as she suddenly increased the speed of her movements. 

I wanted to move with her but held myself as still as possible. Allowing her to be in control. I felt her coming before the cry left her lips. I couldn't contain myself any longer and turned her onto her back, my prick still inside her as her fanny was still spasaming in orgasm, and pumped in and out until I came.

"Well?" Her eyes were open wide.

"Thank you." I said, lying between her legs, my prick still inside her.

"That's not what I wanted."

I moved in and out. I could feel myself growing.

"Well?" I asked back.

She closed her eyes for a second.

"I told you that I loved you."

"I heard."

I increased my pace.

"Well?"

"You said you didn't want me to say it while I was shagging you. You wanted me to say it when I meant it."

"Wouldn't you mean it now." She drew her nails down my back.

I jerked inside her.

"Careful." She said running her fingertips down my spine.

"Of course I'd mean it." 

I was using long slow strokes, trying to prolong it.

"Say it then."

"What?"

The nails in my back.

"I love you." I said hurriedly.

She locked her feet behind my back and scueezed with her thighs.

"Sure?"

She squeezed again.

"Hmm."

I shortened and quickened my strokes. She looked into my eyes and smiled as I came. Grunting once as I rammed myself as deep inside her as I could. She lowered her legs and I pulled out of her.

"Go and wash and I will buy you a pint, if you'll lend me some money." 

"I don't know what you do with your money." 

I said over my shoulder as I made my way to the bathroom.

"I'm only a poor student." She called after me. 

"Besides, I'm saving up for our holidays."

The term had finished and after a week at our various parents we were off to Cyprus, with Linda, to help out on an archaeological dig for four weeks. Then we were going to take a Nile cruise, to Luxor and return, from Alexandria, in Egypt.

I washed my prick and put it away and we left the house, leaving a downstairs light burning even though it was still only dusk and walked the ten minutes to the local pub.

In the bar I ordered a pint of beer for myself and a half pint of lager and lime for Jenny. I handed over a five pound note and Jenny collected the change which went into the pocket of her jeans. 

I was three weeks past twenty, Jenny still had six weeks to go. I didn't feel any different, no longer being a teenager.

I followed Jenny to a table near the front window and watching the way her ass filled out her jeans. My prick twitched.

Cheryl, the barmaid, came to our table collecting dirty glasses. She smiled at me.

"Hallo Paul." She smiled, bending to pick up some glasses. I was certain she didn't have that many buttons undone when she had served us at the bar. It was certainly a sight worth seeing.

Jenny put her hand on mine for Cheryl to see and smiled.

"Hallo Cheryl." She replied for me.

Cheryl bounced away, her short skirt flicking from side to side. Whilst Jenny and I had been separated earlier in the year I had asked Cheryl out three or four times when I'd felt Jenny and I weren't going to get back together. She had let me walk her home one night but all I got for my troubles was a peck on the cheek. Now I was back with Jenny she almost throwing herself at me.

Women are strange.

I put my arm around Jenny and she kissed my ear, then she put her tongue in it. 

She knew that would get me going. 

"Give me some money and I'll get the drinks in." She stood up.

"You already have my change." I protested.

"I need that."

I took out my wallet and removed a five pounds note.

"This is all I have left."

"Don't worry." She snatched it from my hand. 

"I'll lend you some if you need it."

I watched as she made her way to the bar. I'm sure she over-emphasised the wiggle of her ass for my benefit. 

I had a full hard on by the time she returned with our drinks. She looked down at my crutch as she sat down. 

"I thought I'd emptied you." She ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, under the table, and ran its side against my balls. 

It didn't help.

I put an arm around her, resting my hand on her hip at first, then letting it slip down to her ass.

"Not here." She replaced my hand on her hip and lent her head on my shoulder.

"Happy?" She asked.

I turned my head and looked down into her eyes.

"What do you think?" I replied.

He eyes widened and she put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips to her own. I touched them with my tongue and she opened them, allowing me inside her mouth. I fenced with her tongue for a little then pulled back to suck gently upon first her upper lip then her lower. She moaned gently. I moved my hand from her hip to the crack between her ass cheeks, pushing the tight material of her jeans between them, whilst my other hand I placed on her ribs beneath her breast.

"We can't do anything here." She said pulling her mouth from mine.

I looked around.

There was only about a dozen people in the lounge bar of the pub. They all occupied tables nearer the bar whilst two couples stood at it. "We could." I said, putting my hand on her thigh. 

I saw her look around for a second, then she relaxed and opened her legs. I ran my hand up her thigh until I touched her fanny. I rubbed it through her jeans with my fingers. She placed her hands on top of mine as if she was holding them. I massaged the softness either side of the seam in the material. She squeezed my hand. 

I looked around the room. Nobody was paying the slightest attention to us. I stopped rubbing her to move my hand to the top of her zip. I looked at her face. She had a far away look together with a slight smile on it. I unzipped the fly of her jeans and undid the button. 

Looking down I could see her knickers. White cotton with little red flowers dotted all over them.

I squeezed her mound through them. She seemed to catch at her breath. I looked around again. Nobody was looking our way so I pulled the elastic away from her body and slipped my hand inside onto her pubic hairs. It felt so warm in there. I pushed one finger through her hairs to the top of her slit. I could feel the little swelling that was her clitoris. She caught her breath again as I touched it. I rubbed it slowly and gently, my finger only just moving. She slid forward until only the back of her bottom was on the edge of the seat and opened her legs wider. I moved my finger down her slit and pushed it inside her. She moaned out loud.

I looked around. A couple of people were looking in our direction but they turned away as I looked towards them. I stopped moving but Jenny didn't, twitching backwards and forwards, fucking herself with my finger. I pulled my finger from her, she gave a growl of disappointment, and touch her clit. I kept looking around the room as I rubbed as fast as I could inside her knickers. She groaned again, louder this time. I could sense more people were looking at us. I tried to pull my hand away but she gripped my wrists with both of hers and closed her legs tightly around it. I kissed her mouth to try to muffle her sounds. She breathed heavily into mine. I pulled my hand from her knickers and picked up my beer. A lot of glances were being thrown in our direction. I looked behind the bar and saw Cheryl staring at me. Jenny looked around.

"Oh no. What have you done?" She hissed in my ear. "Everybody's staring at us." 

"Don't worry." I replied with more conviction than I felt. "Nobody saw anything."

A number of people were smiling and two couples were holding hands for the first time since we had come in.

I drank some beer. Jenny picked up her glass with one hand and pulled her zip up part way with the other.

Cheryl called last orders from behind the bar. We had ten minutes. At least my prick had gone down. I stood up to go to the toilet. 

"Don't leave me." She caught hold of my hand. 

"Not like this." She looked down at her open jeans.

I moved around the table in front of her, blocking the view of the others in the room. She pulled up her zip and fastened her button. "I'll only be a minute." 

When I returned Jenny had finished her drink. I picked up mine and drank heavily. I burped.

"Pardon me." I said, burping again.

"Come on." She said, standing up. "Let's go."

I followed her outside, receiving the thumbs up sign from two men in their twenties standing at the bar and scowls from an elderly couple near the exit. I took Jenny's hand in mine as we crossed the road and climbed the hill back to our home.

We both stopped at our gate and looked up the hill to the massive Iron Age earth works which surrounded the top.

"I dread to think what would have happened to me if you hadn't rescued me that night. She turned to face me and put her arms around my waist. Our thighs and hips touching she leaned back slightly and looked up at me. 

"Did I ever thank you for saving me that night?" She asked in a serious tone. 

"Once or twice." I replied. I bent to kiss her but she moved her head to one side.

"Only once or twice. That can never be enough. Is Mr Willie up to it do you think?" She scueezed my ass cheeks. "I don't want to wear him out before we go on holiday."

"I think he can manage it and anyway it isn't going to be much of a holiday the first four weeks. Linda says it's quite hard work." 

"It can't be that hard else why would all the girls want to go?" 

"Perhaps Professor Robertson may have something to do with it?" I said as we walked up to the front door.

Professor Bill Robertson. In his early forties. Handsome, if you like that sort of thing, and available.

I unlocked the door and stood back to allow Jenny to enter. 

I closed the door behind us and looked at the hall clock. Eleven o'clock.

Jenny bounded up the stairs.

"Make the Horlicks." She called over her shoulder as she hurried into the bathroom.

"I need a pee."

The door closed behind her.

I went into the kitchen and poured some milk from the fridge into a saucepan. I lit the gas and put it on to boil.

I heard the toilet flush up stairs and Jenny moving about in the bedroom. I heard her on the stairs coming down. She was wearing her bathrobe carrying the laundry basket with my robe on top.

"Get undressed." She said, dropping the blinds on the window. "And I'll set the washing machine off."

She unlocked the back door.

I turned down the gas so that the milk wouldn't boil too quickly and undressed. Handing her my shirt, underpants and socks I laid my jeans over the back of a chair.

I put on my bath robe as she slipped out to the utility room. The milk had boiled and I had made the mugs of drink by the time she returned. I could hear the motor of the washer turning over as she closed the door. 

"Let's go to bed."

I followed her up the stairs. Her bathrobe came to past her knees.

"You need a shorter bath robe." I said. "I can't see anything." 

"Oh." She said. Letting the robe slip from her shoulders to the steps at her feet. "You want to see something. How's this?"

She took the last four steps naked. I stood and watched her. She turned at the top of the stairs.

"Coming?" She asked, head on one side.

"Hope too." I replied. Picking up her robe.

I followed her into the bedroom. The bedside table lights were on and the curtains pulled shut. A jar of Vaseline lay on my bedside table. I hadn't put it up her ass in months. We used to do it that way almost as much as we used her fanny when we first started making love. 

I put down my drink and dropped our robes on the back of the dressing table chairs.

I lay down by Jenny side.

"Sure?" I nodded to the Vaseline.

"Hmm." She smiled and picked up my prick. "If we use my other hole anymore tonight it could make it sore. We only have four days to my next period. We don't want to waste them, do we."

My prick was already hard as she lowered her mouth to it pressing her tongue against it as she took it inside.

After her head had bobbed up and down half a dozen times she took it out and examined it. Satisfied she knelt by my side. Head on her pillow, ass in the air. I picked up the Vaseline and knelt behind her. Taking my prick in my hand I rubbed it up and down the crack between her ass cheeks. Leaving it wedged between them I undid the top of the Vaseline. I hooked some out with the tip of my middle finger. I balanced the jar on the small of her back and opened her ass cheeks. I applied the Vaseline to her hole. I picked up the jar and scooped out some more, this time covering the end of my prick. I placed my prick against her hole and pressed gently. She scuealed a little as her anus opened so I pulled out, letting her relax.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08



"You all right?" I asked.

"Yes." I could sense her gritted teeth. "We haven't done this for a while. It takes a bit of getting used to."

I put some more Vaseline on her hole, re-positioned my prick against it and pushed into her.

This time she opened easily and I slid inside her, only stopping when my pubic hairs touched her ass cheeks. I stopped for a few seconds, revelling in her warmth and tightness. I pulled out and pushed back inside again. 

"You alright?" I asked, placing my hands on her hips.

"Hmm." She replied, and wriggled her ass.

I started moving in and out of her. Hands on her hips, pulling and pushing her in time with my movements. It felt so good. She groaned once as I pushed in extra firmly as a wave of pleasure swept over me but otherwise was quiet. I quickened my strokes, shortening them, holding her still. As moans of pleasure escaped my lips I really started to move. Faster, faster. She cried out but I couldn't stop. I was there, pumping my sperm deep inside her bowels. I pulled out and sat back on my heels. Pulling her ass cheeks apart I watched as her anus slowly tightened and closed.

I lay down on top of the covers and put my arm around her.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. Her face was flushed. 

"A little." She said laying her head on my shoulder. "It's quite a nice hurt, really."

"Time for bed." I kissed her forehead.

"Bathroom first, I think." She said, standing up and reaching for my hand. 

Chapter 2

I awoke with a hard on. The tip of my prick between the cheeks of Jenny's ass. It felt nice so I lifted up her ass cheek and pushed forward a little. I felt the end of my prick rub across her anus then on to lie along her fanny lips. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at me. 

"Good morning." I said, slipping down the bed slightly so that the tip of my prick was between her fanny lips. I pushed gently and felt them open slightly. 

"Good morning." She replied, taking my hand from her ass cheek and guiding it to a breast.

She bent her knees and opened her legs. I pushed again, this time slipping inside her. She closed her legs, tightening her fanny around me. It was difficult to move at first, and then it became easier as she became wetter. The thing I found about morning fucks is that I never seemed to last very long. I felt my balls tightening and my prick growing. I was starting to pant. I put my hand on her hip to pull her back towards me as I came as deep inside her as I could.

I grunted as I pulled from her then farted.

"Sorry." I said climbing out of bed. "I need the loo."

She giggled.

I left the room with her sniffing the air.

I sat on the toilet seat, naked. I broke wind again immediately followed by my anus relaxing to allow the passage of my shit accompanied by a flow of piss from my prick.

Another movement. It stank. It must have been the mushy peas I'd had with my fish and chips for tea the night before. It couldn't be the beer, I'd only had two pints of that and I never finished the second. A knocking on the door.

"Let me in." A sound of urgency in her voice. "I need to go." 

"I haven't finished." I said, leaning back against the cistern. "Use the outside loo."

"You'd make me go outside without any clothes on?"

"Put some on."

"I can't, I need to go."

"Alright." I said tearing off some paper.

I wiped my ass, flushed the toilet and opened the door. Jenny rushed past me and sat down.

"Well?" She looked at me.

"Well what?" I replied.

"Leave please."

"I haven't washed my hands."

She was about to answer when the expression on her face changed and I heard a splash followed by a second then a third.

"Go away." She waved her hand at me. "Make tea." 

I went downstairs and washed my hands before putting the kettle on for tea. I came back upstairs to the bedroom and dressed. Jenny was still in the bathroom. We passed on the landing. She was naked I was fully clothed. I kissed her and scueezed her ass cheeks.

"See you downstairs." She bounced into the bedroom. She seemed happy.

I'd made the tea by the time she came downstairs.

"What shall we do today?" I asked.

"You are going to study while I pick up Linda and Shirley and go shopping." 

"They could walk to the city centre from where they live." I didn't want to study.

"We're not going into Bristol."

"You're not?"

"No. This why I needed the money, we're going across the bridge to Cardiff."

"But I..."

"I thought it best you have peace and quiet to study."

"But..."

"No. Don't thank me." 

She kissed my forehead.

"I've got half an hour before I have to go."

I perked up.

"Do you want me to cook you a breakfast or will you have a sandwich later?"

"A sandwich later." I was keen to remove any obstacles.

"Well I just have time to pin out the washing then." She opened the back door and stepped across to the utility room. I poured myself another cup of tea and sulked.

She came back in full of smiles.

I put my cup down. She picked it up and sipped at it.

"Too sweet. You'll pay for it later in life."

"I only have one spoon full."

"Twice as much as me. I'll have to cut you down. Now kiss me goodbye and study, study, study. It would be no fun here on my own." 

"I'll study."

I kissed her and tried to pull her onto my lap. 

"We haven't time." She pulled away. "Study hard and we will do something extra especially nice tonight."

She was gone.

I heard the car starting and the crunching as it drove down the short stretch of gravel we called our drive.

I went up the stairs and into the study. I sat at my desk and pulled my book towards me. I read this somewhere before. 

This time however it was making sense so I read on, and on.

I needed some more paper to work this through. I put the book down and looked up. The sun had been shining through the window of the study when I had sat down. It wasn't now.

I went into the bedroom and looked at the clock. 

It was nearly twelve thirty. 

Jenny had been gone nearly three hours.

I was hungry. I'll go downstairs and make a sandwich. No, better still I'll go to the pub. Have a pie and a pint. Or get some fish and chips. It was a beautiful day. I wouldn't need a jacket or a jumper. I would need some money. As long as the little minx hadn't touched my post office book. No there it was in the drawer. I could get some money from the sub post office in the village shop next to the pub and fish and chip shop. I slipped my passbook into my back pock, put on my shoes with the elasticated sides, locked the front door behind me and headed for the post office. Behind the section, which was barred and glassed for post office use, Mrs Thompson sat on her high chair. She looked about one hundred years old. It was rumoured that she had been around when the penny post had first started. I slipped my passbook under the grill.

"Yes, young man." She picked it up slowly in her arthritic fingers.

"I want to draw out some money please." I said.

"Have to go to a main Post Office to draw out more than fifty pounds."

"I don't want more than fifty pounds."

"How much do you want."

"Twenty pounds."

"Alright." She wrote an entry in the book and counted out four five pounds notes.

I picked up the money and put it in my wallet.

I waited.

"Anything else?" She asked, putting my book on a shelf behind her.

"Can I have my pass book back please."

"Hallo Paul."

Cheryl was standing at the shop counter to my side. She was holding three lemons. She must be buying them for the bar.

"Hallo Cheryl." She looked nice.

"I have to send the book off for your interest to be made up." Mrs Thompson said. She handed me a form. "You don't live at this address anymore, do you?" She showed me the front page of the book through the grill; it was my grandfathers in Somerset.

"No."

"Complete the form, please."

I filled in the details of my new address and handed it back. Mrs Thompson wrote my account number on the top.

"When will I get my book back?"

"About a week." She put it back on the shelf.

"But I need to draw more money out next week."

I was conscious that Cheryl was standing very close to me. I could feel the warmth of her body. I looked. Short thin skirt. I could make out the outline of her knickers. Flat sandals for working behind a bar. 

"Only one withdrawal per day allowed." Mrs Thompson said, looking past me as if seeking another customer.

"You coming into the pub, Paul?"

If possible, Cheryl was standing even closer.

I looked down at her breasts. Was that her knickers I could see beneath them?

I blinked and swallowed hard.

"Yes." I said to Cheryl. To Mrs Thompson I said. "Can I cancel this entry and change it to fifty pounds."

"Only one withdrawal allowed."

"What if I pay this back in."

"Oh you can make a payment in." She reached for the book.

I handed over the twenty pounds. She started to write.

"And then I can draw fifty pounds out?"

"Only one withdrawal a day."

"Stop." I almost shouted.

"Don't you want to make a deposit?"

"Not if I cannot draw it back out again."

"Only one withdrawal a day."

"Then cancel my deposit and give me my twenty pounds back please."

She looked disappointed.

"These are the best interest rates we've had for years."

"My twenty pounds please."

She reluctantly handed it back to me.

Cheryl took my hand.

"Come on." She led me to the door.

I shook my hand free as we walked to the pub.

"Who's playing hard to get, then?" She tossed back her head, her hair bouncing off her shoulders.

"You weren't interested when I was." I complained.

"That was then."

"I'm spoken for now."

I held the door open for her when we reached the pub. She started to brush past me. Stopping when her ass cheek was against my hip she looked over her shoulder at me.

"You don't know what you're missing."

She stormed off down the corridor to the door leading to the back of the bar leaving me standing there. Lounge or public bar? Peace and quiet or noise, bustle, cards and darts.

I went into the public bar.

Cheryl was behind the bar when I reached it.

"Pint of Bitter and a Steak and Kidney pie please." I ordered.

She ignored me.

Bill, the landlord, came over and pulled me a pint. As I sipped the froth, he took a pie from the glass case they used to keep them warm and put it on a plate.

"What have you done to our Cheryl then?" He asked as I handed over a five pounds note from my wallet.

"I haven't done anything." I protested.

"Perhaps it what she wants you to do."

"I know what she wants but I have a fiancée."

"It didn't seem like that a few months ago."

"Things were different then."

I took my pint and pie to a table by the window. 

I sat down to eat. Three of the locals that I knew slightly came in. 

They ordered their drinks and went to the dartboard. In the winter they would have been going to watch one of the local soccer teams, in the summer they drank beer and played darts. What a life. They weren't sitting at a desk studying.

"Fancy a game, Paul?" One, named Jim, asked. "We need a fourth for partners."

"Sure." I'd finished my pie so I joined them.

It is possible to have to drink a lot of beer very quickly playing darts. Best of five games. Losers buy the next round. 

I saw Cheryl deep in conversation with Jim one time, casting glances in my direction, when he'd gone to buy the drinks.

They were all looking at me when I returned from 

the toilet.

"You kinky sod." John, my partner said.

"What?" I had a feeling.

"Last night, in the lounge." He punched me non-too gently on the arm. "We could hear the heavy breathing in here."

"You couldn't have." I protested.

"So it was true."

Oh no.

"What did she tell you?"

"She said she could see everything."

Which probably meant she could actually see nothing.

"We weren't doing anything." I'll brazen it out.

"Who said you were?" Jim interjected.

"Well. I thought...." Too much beer.

"Whose go." I picked up the darts.

"Coming in tonight?" Andy, Jim's partner, in more than one sense I was led to believe, asked.

"Let's just play."

I took my go. Missed the double.

"Up to you then partner." I handed the darts to John. He belched. Loud and long.

"Manners." Cheryl called from behind the bar.

"I like her." John said sitting down. 

The others did the same. Jim and Andy very close together on the bench seat running along the wall.

"Shall I fix you up with her?" I asked.

"She won't even talk to you." John stared into his pint. 

I noticed that Andy and Jim both had their inside hands under the table. In 1970's England, especially in a provincial city, it was still very difficult to be openly gay.

"I'll go and speak to her." I said standing up. I stumbled slightly as I made my way to the bar ignoring John's hissed 'come back.' "Cheryl." I said. She ignored me.

"Can I speak to you please?" I persisted.

"What do you want?" 

"Come here." I made my way to the corner of the bar.

She came with me.

I beckoned to her. She lent towards to hear what I had to say. Her dress fell forward. I could see her white bra. Those must be her knickers I could see below it.

"Well I haven't got all day."

Frontal attack required here.

"John's deeply in love with you." I nodded, to empathise the point.

"You're drunk."

"No." I pointed towards him. "Look."

He turned away, hiding his face behind his beer.

"He's gay, anyway."

"He isn't."

"He's always hanging around with those two."

"I do sometimes and I'm not."

"I don't know."

"I've got a fiancée."

"So."

"He wants to take you out. When's your night off?"

"Wednesday. Anyway, why doesn't he ask me out himself."

"He's shy."

She looked at me then looked at John. He was a good-looking chap in an out door life sort of way. They were all a year or so older than me. I went back to my seat.

"You're to go up and ask her out." I said, sitting down and picking up my pint.

"What did you say to her?" John looked nervous.

"That you loved her deeply and couldn't live without her."

"You didn't?" He went bright red in the face.

"Just go up and speak to her." I encouraged. "She won't bite. Unless you get lucky."

"Leave him alone."

Cheryl was standing behind me. Empty glasses on a try.

"Come with me John." 

She left the bar to the corridor outside.

They were gone over five minutes.

John came back looking flushed.

"What happened." Jim asked.

"She...She...kissed me."

"Going out?"

"Hmm. Yes."

"I'm to walk her home tonight, if I'm sober." He picked up his beer, looked at it, put it down and stood up.

"I best go."

He left, without even a glance in Cheryl's direction.

Cheryl called last orders.

"I don't know about you, but I could do with a couple more." Jim said, sitting closer still to Andy.

I didn't want to be on my own.

"Come back to my house." I said. "Jenny won't be back for a few hours." We finished our drinks and made to go. I waved at Cheryl; she tossed her head and turned her back on me.

Chapter 3

Back in my house I pointed out the bathroom, showed them the living room and went down the cellar to get some bottles of beer. They were sitting side by side on the sofa when I returned.

I got some glasses and a bottle opener and we all drank.

I couldn't contain my curiosity. 

"Do you two... Hmm... How can I put it." I began. I was nothing if clear and concise.

"Yes." Jim said, taking Andy's hand in his. "Does it bother you?"

"No." He'd moved his hand to Andy's thigh. "Not really."

Andy put his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

"Not even if I did this?" 

He put his hand on Andy's prick and balls.

"No." I took a sip of beer. Curious to know how far he would go. "We like to fuck but as we both live with our parents we don't get a lot of opportunity. Especially now the evenings are so light. We sometimes go around Clive's house." 

I knew him. Strange man. Lived alone in a two bedroomed house on the estate behind the pub.

"There's a price though. He wants to fuck Andy's ass everytime we go there." Andy hadn't moved at all. Not even when Jim unzipped his trousers and pulled his prick out. Jim closed his fist around it and slowly started stroking it. I didn't say a thing. Just sat and watched. Jim looked once in my direction and lowered his mouth to Andy's, by now hard, cock. I watched as he licked his lips and guided it between them. He was as gentle and loving as Jenny was with me. A far cry from my own, brief, excursion with Homosexuality.

Andy gasped once as his foreskin was pulled back to its furthest extent by Jim's lips, then released as Jim lifted his head. I saw Jim's hands on the buckle of Andy's belt. He lifted his ass off the sofa to help Jim pull his trousers and underpants down to his ankles and off in one, practised movement. Jim knelt between Andy's legs and took his prick back into his mouth and started sucking him off in earnest. His hand and head moving as one. Gradually increasing the pressure and the pace. Andy's body suddenly stiffened and I saw Jim's head jerk backwards with the force of his come. Jim kept working at his prick until satisfied he received all he was going to give. He sat back on his heels and helped Andy turn and kneel in front of him. His head on the seat of the sofa with his ass sticking up in the air. Jim lowered his head and I watch him coat Andy's anus with a mixture of saliva and come. Andy moaned at the touch of Jim's tongue. Reaching behind himself he pulled wide his ass cheeks.

Jim knelt upright and dropped his trousers and underpants to his knees. He shuffled forward, placing the tip of his prick against the proffered anus and pushed. Andy cried out softly as his sphincter was spread wide to take Jim inside. 

Jim pulled back then pushed again, this time sinking deep inside him. Andy released his ass cheeks and placed his hands, face down, under the side of his face as Jim started his movements. Once he cried out as Jim thrust particularly hard but otherwise was silent.

Jim had quickened his pace. Pulling Andy towards him by his hips.

I could feel myself getting hard.

Jim was gasping, using short sharp strokes. He was there. Four or five long slow strokes to empty his balls and he sank back onto his heels, his prick slipping out of Andy's ass hole.

He looked at me.

"Fancy a go?" He pulled Andy's ass cheeks apart showing me his gaping anus. 

"Andy won't mind, will you dear."

Andy moaned. In pain or pleasure I didn't know. 

"No thanks." I dropped my hand to my crutch to try to hide my erection. Jim's eyes followed it.

"Go on." He reached out and touched my knee. "You know you want to." His hand moved up my leg until it touched my balls. He rubbed them gently with his fingertips. I should stop him. 

He moved my hand to one side and fumbled with the fastening and zip of my jeans. 

Finally he had my prick out.

He stroked it.

"Come and look at this Andy. How would you like this up your ass hole." Andy shuffled across on his knees, holding up his trousers with on hand. He knelt by Jim's side, feeling my balls.

"Don't." I finally managed to say something.

Andy stood up, letting his underpants and trousers fall to his ankles, his hardening prick pointing towards my mouth. My prick felt warm and wet. I looked down; Jim had taken it into his mouth. Andy's prick was nudging at my lips. I opened them. He slid inside. He held my head, moving in and out. His prick hit the back of my throat. I coughed.

"No." 

I stood up, pushing them both away and putting my prick back into my trousers.

"Get out." I ordered.

They both stood up, adjusting their clothing as they did so.

"I'm sorry, Paul." Jim said. "You can't blame us for trying."




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08



I heard the crunching of the car on the drive outside.

"Jenny's back."

I looked at my watch. It was four o'clock.

"Time we were going." Jim said, scueezing Andy's hand. 

I heard the key turn in the lock. Voices in the hall. I ushered Jim and Andy out of the house, past Jenny, Shirley and Linda. There were muttered hellos and goodbyes and they were gone. I stood aside as Shirley and Linda went into the front room. I caught hold of Jenny's wrist and pulled her, together with her parcels, into the kitchen. "Just making tea." I called.

"What's wrong." Jenny asked as I tried to bend her over the kitchen table.

"I need you."

I lifted up her short summer dress and pulled down her knickers.

"What about Shirley and Linda?"

"I don't want them." I replied pushing the tip of my prick against her fanny. She leaned forward, bending one leg, placing her knee on the table, opening her fanny for me. I pushed. It took me three attempts to get it in but finally I was there. Jenny was getting wetter as I moved in and out. 

"Need any help?" Shirley called from the hall.

"No thanks." Jenny called back, breathlessly.

I was sliding easily in and out now. Jenny was moaning, I was groaning. She gave a stifled cry, thrusting her ass cheeks back towards, me as I began to pump my come inside her.

I needed that.

I pulled my dripping prick from her hole. I could see my come running down the inside of her thigh.

"Don't move." I patted her on the bum. "You're leaking." I tore off some kitchen towel and cleaned her up. Rubbing her fanny for good measure.

"You're done." I patted her bottom again and used the paper towel to dry myself.

I bent down and handed her her knickers. She put them on. "What brought that on?" She asked, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me 

"Not that it wasn't appreciated."

"I missed you." I scueezed her bum and kissed her back.

"We must have you're friends around more often if they have that effect on you." 

I hoped not. 

Chapter 4: Do You Dig It? 

We arrived at Larnaca Airport just before mid-day on the Sunday. The heat hit us as we walked down the steps from the plane like a wall. My shirt was drenched in sweat by the time I reached the tarmac.

We went through immigration and out into the arrival's lounge. A Greek Cypriot in dirty white trousers and a checked shirt stood waiting by the exit.

"Stavros, my friend." Bill called, embracing him. They looked into each other's eyes over long for my liking.

"Bill, Bill. It has been too long." He picked up one of Bills cases. "Come, come. The mini bus is outside."

He led the way to a white, Ford, twelve-seater. He opened the back door and we piled our luggage inside. Then climbed in the side door and took up our seats. Jenny and I sat on a double seat behind Rose and Sharon, two of the girls on Linda's course. Linda sat on the single seat next to us. Our luggage filled the seats behind us. Bill sat with Stavros in the front. I tried to put my arm around Jenny. She shrugged me off.

"Too hot." She said.

We took the road to Limasol, stopping once for a piss and a drink in a small wayside tavern. I had a beer, Jenny a fizzy orange. At Limasol we turned inland and began climbing into the mountains. After twenty minutes, in a small village, the road forked. The left fork heading up hill and the right down. We turned right.

A few minutes more and we were on a small plateau over looking the northern plains with Mount Trodos to our rear.

A wood and thorn fence had been thrown up around the area. We climbed out. A number of tents had been erected near the entrance. The largest had its flaps open and had a single table running its length. This was the specimen tent, for sifting the soil dug out and cleaning and studying any finds. The girls were shown to a tent with four camp beds set up. I was shown to a small tent full of stores off the mess tent. I would share with Hans. He ran the campsite.

I was introduced to a tall, blond German with a surprisingly gentle handshake.

Bill took his case into a tent he would be sharing with Stavros. Stavros, it turned out, was a local archaeologist in the pay of the Cypriot government who had been examining this site for years. As funding was hard to come by locally he had arranged, with Bill, this scheme to allow foreign students to come and work on the site, at a price. Bill would come out two or three times each year with small groups from the universities he was working in, in England. This summer her had two groups. Us for three and a half weeks and then another group. I didn't ask how he had managed to include Jenny and I in the trip.

The remainder of the first day was spent in unpacking, being shown around the site, it looked like a pile of rubble to me, and given a brief lesson in how to use a trowel, properly.

It suddenly dawned on me how much digging there was to do looking at the size of the site and the size of the trowel.

The sun was just dipping behind Mount Trodos when we had our evening meal. After we had eaten and helped tidy up Stavros led us up the road by light of a small pocket torch to the village and the small bar. Hans had decided to stay behind. 

I found he did this a lot. 

Over beer and local wine that tasted like vinegar he told us of the history of the site and a little of his own and Bill's work there. I could see Bill was going up in the estimation of the girls on his course. With this much hero worship around I could see he wouldn't have had too many problems getting his leg over any one of the students. I was glad I had come with Jenny. The bar closed at ten and we made our way back slowly to the site.

Stavros told us a little of Han's history on the walk back. His Grandfather and Father had been Archaeologists between the wars and had first opened up the site. During the last war the British had made them return to Germany. Both had been killed and Han's mother raped repeatedly by the advancing Russians when she had been heavily pregnant with Him. This was probably the cause of his being slightly backwards. There had been a story of wonderful artefacts found before their expulsion from Cyprus. However no trace had been found despite years of digging. Han's mother had been allowed back into the country after the war to a small villa they owned in a nearby village and had lived off the various small pensions her Husband and Father had arranged with the various faculties they had worked for before the war. She had had to give up all their papers over the years to ensure the various pensions were paid. 

If it wasn't hero worship for Bill then it was going to the maternal instinct for Hans.

The mother had died a few years back. More oh's and poor thing. And Stavros, with Bills help, had arranged work for Hans on the site. Hans was waiting at the site entrance when we arrived and had placed a lit lantern at the entrance of each tent. 

I put my arms around Jenny's waist and we kissed. I pulled my lips from hers and looked around. Hans was following Bill and Stavros into their tent. We were alone.

"Fancy a walk?" I asked, taking her hand and almost dragging her into the specimen tent.

"It wouldn't be blasphemy or anything." She said as I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. 

I felt her shiver in the relatively cool night air. I pulled at the two bows of her wrap around skirt and watched it fall to the ground.

She was undoing the belt of my trousers as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her knickers. She crouched, pulling my trousers and underpants with her. Her knickers had gone when she stood up.

I cupped her ass cheeks, running an index finger between them, searching for and finding her anus. She sniffed. I kissed her. She hair covered mound against my prick. She gasped. 

We had spent most of the last week at her parents and my Grandfather's. What with her four sisters always about the house and my Grandfather seeming to want to spend more of his time with us then he did before my Grandmother died we had only managed a quick blow job from Jenny and my giving her an orgasm with my fingers when we had taken Millie for a walk up to the old oak. The branches still lay where they had fallen eight months before. I tried to put the sight from my mind and concentrate on Jenny. I pushed a finger into her fanny from behind. She pulled me closer. I sucked her ear lobe. She sank onto the ground with a groan, her legs open and her knees bent. I knelt between them, almost crying out myself when my bare knees came into contact with the bare earth with its sharp, loose stones. Jenny guided my prick to her opening as I lent over her. She gave a little cry as I pushed into her. Another as I moved out and back in. I put my hands behind her back; feeling for her bra strap fastening brushing away the small stones and gravel that was sticking to her skin.

"You alright?" I panted in her ear.

"Hurts."

"Are you not wet enough?"

"Stones."

"I'm nearly there." I had difficulty controlling my breathing. 

I tried to quicken my pace but found the harder I tried the further away from coming I became.

She cried out again. It was no good. I stopped moving and pulled out of her. I stood up, pants and trousers around my ankles and helped her to her feet. She felt my prick.

"You didn't come." She said reproachfully.

"I couldn't. Not while I was hurting you."

"You are sweet." 

She kissed me.

"Bend over and I will clean you up."

I pulled up my trousers as she turned and bent over the nearest table. In the half-light of the various lanterns I could make out the shape of her back. The crack of her ass. Starting with her shoulders I gently brushed at the small stones sticking to her, stopping to pluck at the larger ones. I ran my hands over her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and running a finger down her crack. My prick was still hard so I took it out and slipped it between her ass cheeks and down towards her fanny. I pulled her fanny lips apart and positioning the tip of my prick just inside them I started to push. 

"Paul! Jenny! Where are you?" It was Sharon.

Jenny leapt like a shot Rabbit.

"If they catch me like this, Paul Wagstaffe." She left her threat unfinished. Throwing on her blouse and tying the wrap-around skirt about her waist she handed me her bra and knickers which I placed in my pockets. We walked out of the tent hand in hand.


Rose was just coming out of the tent surrounding the hole in the ground that was our toilet arrangement. A Jerry can of water and a bowl stood by the entrance and she rinsed her hands with it.

"We thought you might have walked off and gotten yourselves lost." Rose said, shaking the drips from her hands.

"No." Jenny said. "We were just looking inside the tent." "Linda said you'd be doing something like that but we were worried. It's a new place for us all." Sharon looked at us anxiously. A pair of worriers, wonderful.

"Better turn in." Jenny said, kissing me. I scueezed her ass cheeks. Rose gave a little scueal and I saw them both hurrying towards their tent, whispering at the top of their voices.

"Did you see what he did?"

"I'd better go and calm them down." Jenny kissed me again. "Goodnight, Tiger."

I slapped her on the ass as she walked away.

I entered the store tent. Whilst we had been away Hans had partitioned the area where we were to sleep by the use of crates and boxes. My suitcase lay at the foot of one of the camp beds. Hans wasn't in his bed so I left the lantern burning outside and taking off my trousers put on one of the pairs of shorts Jenny had bought me to wear, in the hope they would lose their appearance of newness overnight.

I lay down on top of my sheets and blanket. I wasn't really tired. A sound awoke me. I looked at my watch face. Two o'clock in the morning. I could hear Hans moving in his side of the tent. He groaned as if in pain. 

"Are you alright, Hans?" I called to him.

"And why shouldn't I be."

"Nothing." I didn't want a row this time of night. "Goodnight."

I heard him groan again as his camp bed creaked.

I suddenly felt cold so slid between the sheets.

I thought I heard Hans fart, otherwise not a sound disturbed the silence.

I must find somewhere for Jenny and I to be alone together.

Chapter 5

The sun rose low on the horizon next morning. I looked at my watch. Six o'clock. Hans was already up although walking a little stiffly as he passed the end of my camp bed on his way from the tent.

I could do with the toilet.

I swung my legs from the camp bed and slipped them into the Roman style sandals I had brought and headed out to the toilet.

At the flap I waited. I could hear nothing. I looked inside. It really was just a hole in the ground. I could see marks where other holes had been filled in. Two toilet rolls had been tied to the tent pole at the far end. Just about in reach if you were crouched over the hole. I took off my pants and shorts and crouched over the hole pushing my prick down with one hand. It hadn't been hard when I awoke. That was almost a first. I farted, pissed then my bowels moved. It never seemed to end. I grunted when it finally left me.

"That you? Paul." Jenny's voice from outside.

"Yes." I called back.

"Hurry up." I could hear giggling. I farted, loudly. More giggles. "We need it."

She'd brought an audience.

Why is it that if I'd come in here with three other men and we all stood around watching each other shit we'd probably be arrested but nobody blinks an eyelid if four girls do it. 

I reached the paper, just. Tore some off and wiped my ass. I let it fall into the hole.

I dressed and left the tent.

Four girls in bathrobes stood waiting. I held the flap up for them to enter. 

Jenny was last. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Go away."

"What?"

"I know you."

I sighed, dropped my shoulders and slouched away. I could hear Jenny's voice from inside the tent.

"I can only apologise."

I didn't do it all.

In the mess tent Hans had a large dixy of water bubbling on a gas ring. 

"Water for washing." He said.

There was a metal trough on a wooden stand by the side of the tent. Hans lifted the dixie with a cloth and poured the water into it. I went back into the tent and collected my washing kit and towel. I had some swimming trunks in my case so I put those on and went to wash. I had just soaped my face for a shave when the girls left the toilet tent and came towards me. 

"That's a good idea." Jenny said.

"Yes." Linda agreed. "I was wondering how we were going to wash without showing them all we've got."

Hans poked his head around the flap of the tent.

"Last girls, naked. Very nice."

"Well these aren't going to be." Rose said leading the way back to their tent. 

I'd finished shaving by the time they had returned. Jenny and Linda in Bikinis, Rose and Sharon in one piece suits. A lot of water was splashed about but I quietened down when Bill and Stavros joined us. Over breakfast Stavros outlined the work details. Even though we had come from the height of an English summer we were only to work outside for two-hour periods and only two periods per day. We were to wear hats at all times and cover any exposed skin in a sun-blocking agent. He handed out tubs of thick white cream. The remainder of the day we would spend sifting the soil as it was dug away in the specimen tent. I was to work with Sharon and Rose and Jenny with Linda that way we would both be with somebody with a little knowledge of what they were looking for. We would be joined on most days by some local students and two women who acted as labourers. The Greek Cypriot male did not do manual labour if he had a wife. The rest of the workforce arrived at eight twenty for an eight o'clock start but nobody seemed to care.

We were given pieces of wicker matting to kneel on, hand shovels, trowels and buckets. In addition Rose had a small hand brush. I set to work with a will gouging out huge lumps of the wall I'd been sent to work on with my trowel. 

Sharon put her hand on my arm. 

"Gently and slowly." She said.

I looked at her. Ginger hair under a wide brimmed hat. A round face with a turned up nose. And freckles. Lots of them.

"We are in no rush." I watched as she used her trowel.

I tried to copy her.

"That's better." She smiled at me. I looked down the front of her blouse. Small mounds in a small white bra.

He eyes followed mine down the front of her blouse. Her face turned red and she turned away from me buttoning up her blouse to the neck. 

"Sorry." I mumbled and went back to my scraping.

Our two hours were up and I climbed slowly to my feet. My back was sore.

Jenny stood by my side. Her face was grubby and her fingernails caked in dirt.

"Having fun?" She asked as she took my place.

"No." I said and walked over to the specimen tent.

"Tea?"

Hans had some mugs on a tray.

I took one and sat on a chair.

After we had finished our tea it was sieving dirt time. The two little old ladies collected buckets of soil from the diggers and brought them to the specimen tent. All of it had to go through a fine mesh sieve. Then they took it to a spoil heap outside the site. Anything that wouldn't pass through was put to one side and examined by the professors. It was great fun. Then lunch and a visit to the toilet. The high point of the day so far. More scraping in the afternoon. Sharon still had her blouse buttoned up to the neck and did most of her work with Rose between us. More tea, toilet and sieving.

The last shift was only for an hour and we were all gathered in the specimen tent to discuss the days finds.

Four, rather small, pieces of pottery were all we had to show.

The Professors and the students looked quite pleased. The Professors explained by use of pictures in various books what the complete piece of pottery would look like and discussed their probable dates of origin. Linda was given the task of drawing and logging the finds whilst we cleaned up our equipment.

I took Jenny for a walk to the far side of the site. Past low walls and fallen pillars to the edge of the plateau.

The site was a series of terraces cut into the side of the hill. The one on which we stood had been the temple complex. Two terraces below us had been part excavated. The positions of various buildings had been marked out with pegs and strings. Below those were wider deeper terraces that had been used for farming. 

We scrambled down the side of a dried out streambed. Part way down its course a number of large boulders had fallen down. The largest, about eight feet round had diverted the course of the stream at some stage. Behind it was a flat slab six to eight feet in length, at about a thirty degree angle, resting on some smaller boulders about four feet off the ground. A hole disappeared into the cliff face below it. 

"I wouldn't want to go in there." I said, indicating the hole.

"Why not?" Jenny asked.

"Snakes."

"Snakes?" Jenny looked around nervously.

"Don't worry." I said climbing onto the slab. "I'll protect you." 

I helped Jenny scramble up beside me. I lay on my back and pulled her onto my chest, squashing her breasts against me. The rock was now in shadow but was still pleasantly warm. I pulled her blouse from the waistband of her shorts and ran my fingertips up her spine until I reached the hooks and eyes of her bra. I unhooked it and following it to the front took a breast in each hand. I could feel her nipples hardening. She turned onto her back. Lying with her head in the crook of my arm. I unbuttoned the front of her blouse and took a nipple between my lips. She moaned gently.

I unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them, with her knickers, down over her hips. I ran a finger up and down the lips of her fanny then pushed it inside her. She bent her knees, kicking off her clothes. I pushed a second finger inside her, working them in and out. She dropped a hand to my crutch and rubbed my prick through my shorts. She unzipped me and pulled it out. Stroking it to full hardness. I looked her in the eyes, then kissed her, searching for her tongue with my own. She fought back. Fencing with the tip of hers. Suddenly catching mine with her teeth and holding it in her mouth. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08



"Give up." She mumbled her mouth full.

"Yea. Yea." I could only form the first syllable of yes.

She released me and finished undoing my shorts.

"That hurt." I muttered. There was a vicious streak in her.

"Sorry." She loomed over me, a demonic smile on her face. 

"Shall I kiss it better?" She spoke in a low, dark voice.

"No thanks." I replied, pushing her onto her back and lying between her legs.

"That's not fair." 

I pushed my prick at her hole.

"You always do this when I'm winning."

I was inside her.

"Not that I'm complaining, you understand." She gasped as I sank deep inside her.

I took my weight on my arms and began to pump in and out of her. Stavros says we can go up to the Army camp tomorrow and use their showers and on Sunday we do not work and he will show us around some other sites in the morning." That sounded like fun. And we can drive through a tunnel to the Army's private beech in the afternoon for swimming and a bar-be-cue." That sounded more like in.

She stopped talking. I looked down. She was chewing on her bottom lip, concentrating on something.

"A little faster please."

With her arms around my back she lifted herself off the slab and kissed my neck. I moved faster. She moaned twice and I felt her fanny spasm around my prick as she came. I kept moving. She gasped. I moved faster. I was nearly there. 

"I'm coming." I panted.

"No. Not yet." She gasped back.

I tried to hold off. I created a profit and loss account in my mind's eye. The number of times I'd fucked Jenny. The different positions. I was glad to hear her cry out and I relaxed. Shooting deep inside her. I pulled out and sat back on my heels looking down at her as she formed a St Andrews cross. The open lips of her fanny and the hairs surrounding it wet with her juices and a little of my come. I lent forward and kissed it. 

"Paul! Jenny! Are you down here?" I could hear Rose's voice. "Tea's ready."

I was feeling hungry.

Summer Holes 4 A Paul and Jenny Story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)

All Characters are fictitious.

The end of the first week. 

I lay on the mixed sand and pebble beach an ice-cold beer within easy reach. We were still entreated to wear a shirt when we were not actually in the water. So Jenny made me.

I yawned. Another sip of beer. 

The girls were about twenty-five yards from shore. Splashing, treading water and occasionally diving between each other's legs. I wanted to join in that game but Jenny thought it best I didn't after my first go. I needed to come up for air and it had to be Sharon's legs I'd been swimming through at the time. I didn't bring a smile to her face apparently.

Stavros were with Hans at one of the permanent Bar-be-que pits, lighting charcoal with white blocks of firelighters.

I thought about the week so far. For mindless tedium it was hard to beat and that from somebody studying for a degree in Economics. Jenny had sat Rose and Sharon down and explained that sometimes we might want to be alone and that they mustn't worry or, more especially, come looking for us at these times. Hopefully safe from prying eyes we had used the slab on a further two occasions. It had been hard work on the site and I hadn't performed at my best. I ached all over; my hands were cut and blistered. Still it seemed to satisfy Jenny and that was the main thing.

I was a little intrigued about the hole beneath the slab. I had a good look at it once. Jenny said it looked as if it had been deliberately blocked at one stage and uncovered recently. It would need a small person to get inside it. It was always in darkness when we got to it each evening so we couldn't see far inside. I tried to get my head and shoulders in once, I could probably make it but it would be a very tight squeeze. It would need a child or a thin woman. Jenny backed away when I suggested it with a 'you'd send me down a hole like that' attitude. I called her a few names but it didn't help to change her mind. She suggested that I tell Bill and Stavros if I was that interested. I didn't want them spoiling the one place we had found to use so I told her I would nearer the end.

This would have been the last time for us to make love before her next period. I was getting quite good at working them out. At least I hope I was. I had also worked out that she would be starting again before the end of our Nile cruise. She said she'd work her pills so that that didn't happen. I wasn't quite certain what she meant by that.

"Pork chop or chicken or sausage or all of them." Bill called. 

I had been deep in thought. The girls were coming out of the sea. I stood up and handed Jenny her towel that I had been using as a pillow.

She looked great. Happy, glowing with health. When I thought of the period before Christmas when I thought I was going to lose her. I put my arms around her and kissed her. She pulled away. Looking up at me she said. 

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me. What's brought this on?"

"I missed you."

She looked deep into my eyes.

I don't know what she read there but she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips.

"Stop it." I pushed her to arm length. "You're embarrassing me."

"I don't care." She slid back against me. I held her close.

"Hmm. Tea." Linda said walking towards where the others stood watching us.

We followed.

As we ate Stavros and Bill talked together for a few moments glancing first and Jenny and I then at Hans.

"We have a spare tent in the hut we store our spare supplies in here on the Army base. Perhaps it would be best if we set it up for you." Stavros said. "Sex is permitted between a betrothed couple in the Greek Orthodox Church so you wouldn't be offending the locals."

Who cared about the locals?

"Oh. We're engaged." Jenny said, eagerly showing off her ring. 

"Splendid, splendid." Stavros said. "Everything is going to be arranged perfectly."

Hans looked unhappy.

On a couple of occasions Stavros had come into 

our tent and, speaking in Greek, seemed to be telling Hans to go with him. The exchanges became quite heated and I had felt they could have become quite nasty if it hadn't been for my presence. Still, I was going to share a tent with Jenny for two weeks. Trust her bloody period to ruin it. Still, where there is a will there's a way. It would be nice just to be with her.

Linda turned away from the Bar be que and spread her towel on the sand under a large umbrella, pulling her bikini bottoms from the crack of her ass before sitting down. All the men looked. Jenny punched me on the arm. Linda noticed, thought about what she had just done and turned her face away, reddening. We sat and eat and talked. Then it was time to leave. We picked up the tent and some other things from the store and headed back to the site. The sun was just disappearing behind mount Trodos as we arrived. Hans helped me to erect the tent and the girls moved Jenny's things inside. Linda didn't look happy. I left Jenny to sort things out and went to get my own things. It took me two trips.

When I first got back there was a frosty silence. 

On the second occasion I could hear Linda.

"But there is plenty of room for me." She was pleading.

"No." Jenny was being firm. She'd used that word and tone with me before.

"Hello. What's the matter?" I tried to be bright and cheerful.

"Linda wants to move in here with us." Jenny said.

"You don't want her too?" I asked, I wasn't being very supportive.

"Do you?" Oh. Ball in my court.

"They will have so much more room in their tent."

"The same as we would have in here." Linda said.

"We would want to be alone sometimes." Think.

"Just tell me when and I'll go for a walk."

I looked at Jenny.

"You're useless." She said. "Look Linda you will still have Rose and Sharon with you at nights and I'll be working with you during the day." 

"You just don't want me."

"Exactly." She was going to be firm. "During the day and in the bar in the evenings but not in here."

"I thought you were my friend." She looked as if she was going to cry.

"Don't be silly. We still are."

"I know." I'd thought of something helpful. "Just try it for a couple of days then we will think about it again."

"Alright." She was up and away.

"That wasn't a very wise thing to suggest." Jenny looked reproachingly at me.

"What. I thought it was pretty good."

"No. Now she thinks she's moving in here in two days time."

"But I didn't say that."

"Well it's what she would have heard."

"I was talking English."

"Only just." She smiled sadly at me. "But anyway, she was listening in woman."

"I don't understand."

"You're right."

She kissed me.

"If you haven't had to much to drink already you can take me to the bar tonight, I want a drink."

"I've only had two beers."

"Alright." She was taking off her shorts and taking her wrap-around skirt from her suitcase. I put my hands on her ass cheeks. 

"Turn down the lantern." She said over her shoulders as she stepped out of her bikini bottoms. The sun had dried our swimming costumes as we had eaten so all Jenny had done was pull on her shorts and T-shirt."

I did as she asked. It was suddenly very dark. I reached for her, fumbling with the strap of her bikini bra in the gloom and dropping it to the floor. I turned her to face me. She stepped in close putting her arms around my neck. We kissed, gently at first then more strongly, tongues fencing. I held an ass cheek in either hand, separating them, squeezing them.

She threw back her head and I kissed her neck. Then her shoulder. She tasted salty from the sea. She gasped as I bent my knees and found a nipple with my lips. I sank to my knees in front of her, kissing her ribs beneath her breasts then her navel, pushing my tongue into its hollow. I nibbled at her pubic mound and she opened her legs. I reached between them with my tongue, pushing her hairs to one side, searching for her clitoris. A strangled cry told me I'd found it. I prodded it, poked it and licked at it. She caught her breath and pulled my face tight against her, swivelling her hips to improve my access. I ran the fingers of one hand along her slit from the rear and rubbed her anus with a finger from my other hand. She was swaying backwards and forwards, making little sounds. Her breathing shortening and quickening. I pushed the tip of my finger into her anus. She cried out. I could feel it squeezing me, trying to push me out then suddenly relaxing as she came, almost collapsing forwards on top of me. 

"Ow." She said reaching behind her and pulling my hand away from her ass hole. 

I stood up. She knelt down, hands at the zipper of my shorts. She pulled out my prick and licked it.

"Ugh." She pulled her head away. "You're very salty."

"It'll pass."

She took the tip just inside her mouth.

Suddenly she stopped. I could hear footsteps outside and see the glow of a torch.

"Paul? Jenny?" It was Rose. "Are you going to the bar?" 

"We will be along in five minutes." 

I called out trying to push my prick back into Jenny's mouth.

"We don't want to go without a man." It was Sharon. " Bill, Stavros and Hans are staying here this evening."

"Wait out there whilst I finish getting dressed." Jenny said standing up. "Turn up the lantern a bit." She whispered.

I did so and watched whilst she pulled on some knickers her skirt and a T-shirt. She ran a brush through her hair, picked up her bag on its long plaited strap and said.

"Were coming."

"I'm not."

"You will later." She kissed me and patted my still hard prick. "Make it go down before we get to the bar."

As if I had any control over it.

It was still semi-hard as we took our seats around one of the small tables. Four girls and me. A couple of the local lads cast envious eyes in my direction but they had been warned to keep off unless invited. The site brought a lot of income into the community.

I had a Carlsberg beer the girls cokes and wines. The owner, Michael, placed a plate of local goat's cheese, cut into cubes, on the table in front of us. I was told off for trying to pay him.

"Local hospitality." Linda said, thanking him in Greek.

"How's your Greek?" I asked Jenny.

"I know a little." She said. I squeezed her thigh under the table. She looked at me with a slight smile on her lips.

"Language wise it forms the base for French and to a lesser extent German which are the main root languages of English." She continued, pausing to sip at her wine. 

"Language is always evolving." Linda joined in.

"Take Egyptian." Sharon said.

All the girls started to talk about the history of language in the Mediterranean lands.

I looked around the bar, still feeling Jenny's thigh. Michael was standing alone behind the bar only about six others were in the bar and they were crowded around a table with a bagatelle board, flicking little round wooden balls into little cups made of small nails. The equivalent of darts out here I supposed. I released Jenny's thigh and, picking up my beer, went to stand at the bar with him.

She was so involved in their discussion I don't think she even noticed I'd gone. Michael had worked in Birmingham in England for a number of years until his father had died and he had had to come back and take over the family business and support his mother and sister. They were both busy, with Michael's wife, out back in the kitchen.

Michael thought he spoke good English. Well it was better than I spoke Greek. We discussed the local political situation. There had been tensions between the local Greek and Turkish Cypriot communities for years. These had deepened since the early sixties when Britain had handed back the Government for most of the Island to locally elected politicians. The Greek Cypriots controlled the Government with an Archbishop of the Greek Orthodox Church as head of state, to their eyes the mainly Moslem Turkish Cypriot was excluded from power and treated as a second class citizen. As was currently happening in Northern Ireland, this was a recipe for trouble. 

I felt an arm slip around my waist. I reciprocated and pulled Jenny closer to me.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, touching her hip against mine.

I explained.

Jenny joined in. I didn't realise she knew as much about the local politics as she did. I'd been studying them as to the likely effect on the middle eastern economies if the situation turned into a military conflict either as a civil war or between Greek and Turkey. There had been no love lost between those two countries for hundreds of years.

Jenny ordered another bottle of wine and took it to the table, leaving me to pay for it. I had another beer.

Jenny came back, went away again and came back.

She stifled a yawn.

"Time to go to bed." She smiled at Michael.

The other girls were already standing up preparing to leave. I said goodnight and followed her out of the bar.

Linda carried the torch and walked ahead with Sharon and Rose. Jenny and I followed, hand in hand.

The site was in darkness except for a faint glow of light from the Professors tent. I went up to it and called out.

"We're back."

There was a muffled. "OK." From inside.

In our tent Jenny had lit the lantern and was undressing. I pulled her to me and kissed her.

She pulled away, taking off her T-shirt and knickers and lying on her camp bed. I was out of my clothes in twenty seconds. Kneeling on the camp bed between her open thighs I lent forward. Her hand gripped my prick and guided it to her entrance. Rubbing it up and down her slit before allowing me to slip it deep inside her. I sank down on top of her. The camp bed creaking. I pulled back and pushed forwards again. She bent her knees, her hole opening for me. The camp bed creaked with every movement. Sounding loud in the stillness of the night. I thought I heard an animal cry out in pain at one stage. But I ignored it and pounded on, shortening my strokes. Pumping in and out until ,with a grunt, I collapsed forward onto her, my prick jerking in her fanny as I came. I lifted myself from her and looked down. She grimaced as I pulled from her.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Bit sore." She slid a hand between us and rubbed her fanny. "Salt from the sea. I should have made you wash first."

"I'm sorry."

"Never mind, it was worth it."

"What do you mean?"

"I love watching the look on your face as you come. You look so happy, pleased with yourself."

"I am happy."

"Now get off me and escort me to the toilet."

"You say the nicest things."

I carried the torch as we walked to the toilet tent. Jenny took it from me and went inside. I could hear her pissing. 

Heard her groan and swear. The rustling of paper.

I saw a torch moving on the other side of the camp. I could just make out Hans patrolling. He was walking a bit stiffly. 

I was about to call to him then thought better of it as I might wake everybody else up. The light increased as Jenny came out of the tent carrying the lantern.

"My turn." I said snatching it from her. She followed me inside. 

I took out my prick and pointed it into the hole. 

"Don't look." She said.

I looked. There was some toilet roll in the bottom of the hole smeared with blood.

"I started." She said.

"Never mind." I said directing my stream at the soiled tissue. "I'll wash it away."

"What are you doing?" She asked, standing by my side. "Ah. You missed a bit."

"Well if you think you can do any better."

She put her hand on my prick and directed my flow straight onto the last piece in sight. 

"It's easy." She said, shaking off my last few drips as I finished. 

"Oh, that bit." I didn't want her to get the upper hand her. After all I had been doing this for years. "I was saving that 'till last."

She kept shaking my prick then working the foreskin back and forth. I was growing. I felt one of her ass cheeks. I was hard. I closed my eyes as she stroked faster and faster. Tightening her grip. Closing all her fingers around me. I squeezed a breast. I was there. Coming in and around the hole. She kept her hand moving until I had stopped then released it. 

"Best wash our hands before bed." She said heading for the exit. 

Chapter 6

We were into the third week. How anybody could devote his or her life to this was beyond me. 

Still, sharing a tent with Jenny had its compensations. We had fought off all Linda's attempts to move in. She didn't ask anymore, just muttering 'wait until Len gets here' under her breath. Jenny should have finished her period by now. Perhaps I should go and check. I scrambled from my camp bed and crept across to Jenny's. The tent was getting lighter by the second as the Sun rose, according to Stavros, over the Holy Land, in the east.

I lifted the corner of Jenny's hospital style weave blanket and sheet and looked down.

She was lying on her side facing away from me, her night-dress covering her buttocks and the tops of her thighs.

Reaching down I pulled it up to her waist. Damm. 

She was wearing knickers. 

Usually it was a sign she still had a pad in place. She moaned and turned over onto her back. Did I hear a small amount of wind escaping from her bottom?

I like watching Jenny while she was asleep.

One of her nipples was showing in the 'v' of her night-dress. I pulled gently at the material to cover it.

"And what do you think your doing?"

Her eyes were open.

I stepped back, guilty.

"Just covering you up." I stammered.

She looked down at the sheet and blanket half way down her thighs.

"I must have had a restless night."

"I just wanted to." I began.

"I can guess what you wanted. Help me up."

I pulled her upright. She turned away from me, taking off her night-dress and putting it under her pillow. I tried to feel ass her but she shook my hands off. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08



"Wait a minute." She whispered. "Listen."

I did. Nothing.

"Hear it?" She said.

I did. A long low cry of pain.

Silence.

We stood there straining our ears. Silence.

"We can't have imagined it." I said.

"Hmm." Jenny said. "We need to think about this."

"Come on." She took my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Toilet."

"You certainly know how to show a boy a good time." I think I'd heard that in a film once.

At the flap to the toilet tent she stopped. A figure slipped behind one of the tents.

"Who's that?" She hissed.

"Hans. Stavros told he often patrols the camp looking for intruders. In fact he say's he and Bill do the same if one of them can't sleep." I looked at my watch. Five thirty. He'd be up starting breakfast in an hour. An hour.

Jenny disappeared inside the tent. Should I sneak a look?

"Don't even think about it."

She could read my mind.

I heard the sound of soil being thrown into the hole.

Jenny came out carrying a spade. 

"We need a new hole. That one's full."

"But."

"You can't expect we girls to dig one."

"But."

"Go on. There could be something in it for you." 

She rinsed her hands from the Jerry can.

I went inside the tent and looked down into the hole I could just see the pink and white of a sanitary towel. A small pile of earth remained so I piled some more on top and patted it down with the back of the spades blade. I chose an undisturbed spot and started to dig. A spade and a half width and two feet long if you're digging a hole for girls.

I was about eighteen inches down when I struck something solid. I cleared the earth from it. Grey in colour and flat. I didn't want to start another hole; perhaps I could dig around it and pull it out. It was only about ten inches in length. I cleared the earth from it. It was the base of something. What to do? Go and see what Jenny had planned or go and tell Bill and Stavros?

I quickly dug a second hole to one side, used it and went back to our tent. Jenny was lying naked on top of her covers. I knelt down and put my hand on her pubic mound. I pushed a finger between her legs, she opened them. 

"I found something." I said rubbing my finger up and down the lips of her fanny before sliding it inside her.

"Hmm." She moaned. "You have."

"Not that."

She looked disappointed.

I pushed a second finger inside her. She bent her knees letting her thighs flop open.

With one hand she unfastened my shorts and pulled my prick out of my underpants. I climbed onto the camp bed above her. She guided my prick to her opening. I slipped inside her. She smiled.

"That's better." She said as I began moving in and out.

"Now what have you found?"

"A stone."

"There's a lot of them around here." She wrapped her arms around my back and lifted up her head to be kissed.

"You haven't brushed your teeth." She licked her lips.

"Neither have you." 

"It's different for a girl."

She was right. Her breath always smelt nice.

Her fanny squeezed my prick for a second. She moaned. I moved a little faster, conscious that I didn't have great staying powers in the morning. In fact I could feel my balls tightening. My prick was swelling. I tried to think of something else but her fanny tightened around my prick again, she gave a gasp and I was pumping my sperm inside her. I stopped moving. Trying to steady my breathing. My prick was still inside her. She kissed me. 

"What's so special about this stone?" She said, relaxing her thighs and placing her hands behind her head.

"I think it's the base of something."

"Do you want to show it to me?"

"In a minute." My prick was growing inside her.

She raised her eyebrows.

"Again?"

I started moving in and out.

"If you can take it."

"I think I could possibly manage that."

I was fully hard. I reached behind her and felt one of her ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me and locked her feet behind my back. I put my hands under her shoulder blades. She put her tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it. All the time moving in and out of her fanny. She moved her head and sucked on the side of my neck. I moved faster. I was there. Jerking and spraying inside her.

I pulled out and stood up.

I looked down at her. Her fanny lips were wet and open. A drop of my come was seeping out at the bottom. Her face was flushed. She looked great. 

"Come on." I said, holding out my hand to her. 

"You can't lie there all day."

I pulled her to her feet and fastened my shorts while watching her dress.

"Let's go and see the Professors." I held open the tent flap for her. At the Professors tent I called out loudly as there was nothing to knock on. We could hear a rustling of clothing inside. Bill came out, he looked flushed. "Yes?"

"I've found a stone."

Chapter 7

What excitement. I had found the base of a statue. Only one ankle and sandal remained attached to it but apparently this was enough to show that the former inhabitants of this site worshipped a different God to that which everybody had believed.

The toilet tent had to be moved to another spot and work on the rest of the site halted to enable the Professors and their senior students to concentrate on uncovering and lifting the stone.

We were given the day off.

Bill handed me the keys to the minibus and told me to be back for the evening meal. As it was only Jenny and I didn't want to stay and watch the excavation, fascinating though I was sure it would have been. We would only get under their feet, I told her, so after a snatched breakfast we hit the road. Or unmetaled dirt tracks as most of the roads in Cyprus were. All roads seemed to meet in Limassol. Once there we could decide which way to go. Up across the central plain to the capitol, Nicosia, and the northern coast, east to Larnaca and Farmagosta or west to the fishing port of Paphos. In Limassol we walked along the sea front hand in hand and had coffee in a small café while we planned our day.

We discussed the noises we had heard that morning.

"It could have been a young goat being attacked 

by something." I said.

"No. I don't think it was that." Jenny replied. 

"What else then?" I asked, slipping my hand onto her thigh under the table. She placed her hand on top of it but didn't try to move it. She was wearing her wrap-around skirt and I my trousers on as Stavros had warned us that it wasn't considered respectful to visit any shrines or monasteries in shorts.

"Do we need any money?" I asked.

My father had arranged for me to be able to draw money from a branch of Barclays Bank International in Limassol should I need it and for further money to be available from the offices of the cruise line we were sailing up the Nile with in Cairo. 

That way I didn't have to carry large sums in notes or travellers cheques with me. Not that I did, Jenny looked after the bulk of the money. Practising for later in life, she called it.

"No." She checked her purse. "What with what you have in your wallet we're fine."

How did she?

The café had sold a small selection of tourist guides so we had bought the one with the largest map.

"Well, what do you think?"

"What? Where to or the noise."

"Either or both."

"I've been watching Bill and Stavros, they like each other."

"We like them."

"I know, but listen." She sounded a little exasperated. She took my hand from her thigh as a couple had taken the table next to us could see and held it between her own on top of the table. 

"I think they are lovers."

"Never. Why, he could have any woman he wanted."

"Not me."

"Obviously not you."

"Don't get too over-confident."

I didn't say anything. I had a vision of Mike fucking her. 

"Don't worry." She squeezed my hand. She stopped, then continued. "I think they have lured Hans into their bedtime arrangements." 

"That's not fair." I was glad we were back on this subject. "He's not all there." 

I tapped my forehead with my fingertips. 

"What to do about it is the question?" She creased her forehead in thought.

"Excuse me."

The man at the next table spoke with a thick German accent.

"Yes?" Jenny said. "What can we do to help?"

"We could not help but over hear the names you mentioned. Mine namen ist Herr Kesler." He indicated the women with him. She must have been in her late twenties. Tall with short blond hair. 

Her face looked familiar. I was surprised I hadn't paid more attention when she had come into the café. "This is my, what is the word in English?"

I could think of a few.

"Ah yes. My Niece. Frau Adler."

"Hello." Jenny said.

She kneed me under the table. I closed my mouth, smiled and nodded my head in greeting.

"We are in this country looking for my brother." Frau Adler spoke. 

"Yes." Her Uncle said. "My sister used to live here but we have had no replies to our letters for three years. We have only just managed to come to West Germany from the East. Hans is his name. There was a Scholar who befriended them but I do not know his name. My sister's husband was a well-known archaeologist. Perhaps he is one also."

"We have a Hans working on the site we're staying at." I said.

"Oh, is he an Archaeologist?" Frau Adler asked eagerly.

"No. I'm sorry to say." Jenny said.

She gave them an abbreviated version of what we knew of Han's history. Frau Adler burst into tears when Jenny explained that he was a little slow in some things.

Herr Kesler nodded.

"They were bad times. Worse in many ways for the women."

I nodded.

"Those other things you mentioned?" Frau Adler asked. "I am sorry, we couldn't help but overhear. Do you think that what you said is true?" 

"We do not know for certain." Jenny said. "It's just the way he looks. The cries of pain we hear at night."

"Why does he not leave?" Herr Kesler stroked his beard. 

"Where would he go." Jenny drank some coffee. "If they told him that they were all he had in the world. If they used him from an early age, so he'd think it was normal. I don't know. Of course we could be completely wrong." 

"Perhaps that is why the letters were unanswered." Frau Adler finished her cup.

"What to do?" I asked.

"We could take you there now but it is an important day. Paul made a find this morning that proved that a lot of the theories about the original inhabitants of this site are wrong. A lot of important people will be coming down to view what is going on."

"And they encouraged you to leave the site, so they could have the credit, perhaps?"

I hadn't thought of that.

"Let's go back."

"No. If you do not mind." I could find Herr 

Kesler's beard stroking irritating. 

"I would like to see Hans away from the others. Can that be arranged?" 

"Of course." Jenny said. "Paul can ask him to come to the bar in the village with us tonight after he has finished his work." 

"Thank you."

"What will you do now?" Frau Adler asked.

"We thought of driving along the coast road to Paphos and explore a bit." I said.

"That sounds interesting." She looked almost eager for a second.

I paused.

"Why don't you come with us." We must remember our manners. I'd love them to say no. I wanted to be with Jenny.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Herr Kesler asked. 

"I cannot come. I have people to see, on business. But if you wouldn't mind if Helga went with you it would save her from a day spent sitting around our hotel." 

"Of course not." Jenny chipped in. "We'd love you to come."

I left it at that.

We back along the sea front with them to there hotel from where I was sent to get the mini bus. By the time I pulled up outside the two girls were waiting for me. As I drove away I saw two large men in light-weight suits enter the hotel. They looked German. If anybody can look a race. We drove across the Akrotiri peninsular then through the large British Army base at Episkopi, past the entrance to the tunnel to the beach and along the coast road. We stopped shortly after to look at the spot where Aphrodite was supposed to have been born from sea spray. It looked like any other piece of beach to me. We continued on reaching Paphos at eleven thirty. I parked near the harbour wall, at the end of which was the old Crusader Fort. Of course we had to look at that. Then back to a sea front café for lunch.

Sitting at a small round table eating squid and octopus, fish and cheese with a couple of carafes of sweet white wine and a large fresh salad. I looked down at the gaps between the floor boards and could see what looked like hundreds of small fish leaping on any crumb that might fall from the table. I pointed them out to Jenny and Helga. I had to make crumbs for the fish. After lunch we walked around the town for half an hour, by that time we had covered every inch, and returned to the mini bus. One more stop further up the coast to see some cave where the waters had magical properties and we were on our way back to Limassol.

We dropped Helga off at four with arrangements made to meet her at eight that evening in the village bar. I started to drive back up the mountain. Jenny was sitting in the front with me. She had spent all day in the back with Helga. She put her hand on my thigh as we left the town on the dusty track north.

"We're not in a hurry, are we?" He hand squeezed, 

gently.

"Not especially."

Reaching over, I pulled her skirt up to her waist. I could see her knickers. There was a sign pointing to a track off to one side which read reservoir. I turned onto it. We bumped about. The suspension creaking until we entered a wide, steep sided valley. There were the concrete fittings of a pumping station to our right a low concrete wall across the valley in front of us. Acres of water beyond it and thousands of flowers. Their perfume suddenly hit us. I looked at Jenny and she at me.

"Let's get out she said." She said opening her door. She walked to the low wall, the flowers almost reaching to her waist. I followed in her wake, watching as the flowers first catch at her skirt then release it. Flashing her calves and thighs at me. She sat on the low wall, kicked off her sandals and dipped her feet in the water.

"It's beautiful here." She said.

I had to admit I was impressed. And nobody else around. A concrete bar extended out into the water. I walked out onto it. Jenny followed, carrying her sandals. 

"What are you going to do?" She said as I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Oh, you're going for a swim."

Not exactly what I had in mind but it would do for a start. I looked around then pulled of the rest of my clothes. Jenny stood and watched, looking around her nervously.

"Do you think we should? I mean people drink this." 

"I'm sure it's treated first. You can boat and fish in most reservoirs in England. I can't see why you cannot do it here." I couldn't see any signs that said no swimming so I dangled my feet off the end of the bar and slid into the water. I kicked away and floated on my back making small circles with my hands. The water was cold. It was a few seconds before I could control my breathing enough to speak.

"Come on in. It's lovely."

Jenny looked doubtful but she undressed, continuously looking around. She crouched naked on the bar splashing water onto her arms. 

"It's cold." She said.

"It's alright once your in."

She lowered herself into the water, pushed off with her feet and breast stroked over to me. I lay on my back and kicked drawing her further out into the water. I stopped. Treading water. She stopped by my side.

"It's f f f fucking c c c cold." She shivered.

"You'll get used to it."

"You've said that before."

"I was right, wasn't I?"

She splashed me, turned and swam away. I followed in a fast crawl. It was the one of the few things I could do better than Jenny. Swim. I overtook her, dived beneath her and felt one of her breasts. She stopped to tread water. I came up behind her pulling her towards me with a hand on each breast. She pushed me away and headed back to the bar. I reached it first and hauled myself out of the water, offering her my hand when she arrived.

I help her to climb out then lay back on the concrete pulling her on top of me. The concrete was warm against my back and ass cheeks, Jenny cool against my chest and groin.

She folded her hands underneath her chin and looked down at me.

"Well?" She asked, head on one side.

"Never better." 

I cupped her ass cheeks in either hand. Squeezing them, pulling them apart. I probed with one fingertip along the soft sides of her crevice, cool now, after her swim. She gasped as I found her anus. Closing her eyes a slight smile on her lips. I reach further behind her, searching for the start of her fanny lips. She opened her thighs, her legs either side of mine. I pushed my finger against her lips, feeling the initial resistance, then their opening to admit me into her warmth and moistness. She moved up my body slightly improving my access, her pubic mound hard against my prick. I moved my finger in and out of her hole. She pressed her lips to mine, moving her hips until my prick was against her opening. I guided it in with my finger and she moved down to accept half it's length inside her. My hands went back to her ass cheeks as we lay there, joined but not moving. Her legs straight, lying outside of my own. Y just twitching my ass cheeks I could get my prick to move in and out. Only an inch or so at a time but enough for my foreskin to cover and expose the head of my prick. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded over me. All my being was concentrated on the end of my prick, my own movements and the contractions of Jenny's fanny around. I don't know how long we remained joined like this. It could have been five minutes, it could have been twenty. Twice Jenny gave little sighs. Whether she had come or not I didn't know. 

I rubbed her anus. Scratching the tight folds of skin with my finger nail. Suddenly I needed to come. The pressure was building . I pulled at the back of her thighs. Bending her knees. Moving in and out with faster longer strokes at first then shortening them as my orgasm approached. Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat as I began to pump my come inside her. Her fanny gripped me like a vice until I could hardly move. Then it relaxed and she collapsed onto my chest.

We lay there, still joined, neither moving for what seemed like ages.

She lifted her head and looked down at me.

"Best go." She sucked my nose. "We'll be late for tea."

Chapter 8: Reunions and Recriminations. 

I managed to get Hans to one side after tea and ask him to come with me and Jenny to the bar in the village. He didn't want to come at first so I told him Rose would be particularly disappointed if he didn't. He asked if she would let him fuck her, he was nothing if not to the point. I said there was probably a good chance so he promised to meet me in half an hour and headed over the front of the plateau to the terraces below with a torch in his hand. Jenny was lying on her camp bed when I went back into our tent.

I lay down on top of her.

"I can't breath." She gasped as I lowered my weight onto her. I slipped down the end of the bed to my knees. She was wearing her wrap around skirt. I lifted it and looked underneath. She opened her legs a little. I could see the outline of her fanny lips through her white knickers with the pink flowers, a small patch of dampness along her crack. I leant forward and kissed her knees, then the inside of her thighs. She was about to say something, changed her mind and closed her eyes, turning her head to one side. I moved up her thighs, kissing each in turn until I reach the top of her legs. I placed my lips against her knickers and sucked the material into my mouth. They tasted salty and smelt musty.

Pulling them to one side I licked along the one lip of her fanny I exposed. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled at it with my front teeth. Jenny made a noise. She bent her knees giving me the room to completely expose her fanny. I poked my tongue inside it and swirled it around. She gasped. I pushed a finger inside her as I moved up to her clitoris. I sucked it, I kissed it, with small flicks of my tongue I licked it. She moved her hips, first to one side then the other. I licked faster, pushing a second finger inside her whilst searching for her anus with my little finger.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 09



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 09: Cruising Up the Nile

Chapter 1.

Jenny, Linda and myself flew from Cyprus to Cairo on the Wednesday afternoon. Rose and Sharon had left the previous day with Rose's parents. I think the authorities were glad to see the back of us.

The Egyptian authorities on the other hand were only too pleased to see us. We were invited to the museum and asked to give detailed descriptions of the items in the box Linda had handed into the Cypriot authorities and the circumstances by which we came by it. The official explained that they were going to ask for its return. Fat chance of that happening I thought. We had completely destroyed one of the Island's oldest and most prestigious sites, no to mention a good source of income to the local community, and all they had left were the artefacts in the box Linda had taken from the cave, which the Egyptians wanted returned, and the base of the statue I had found. We had more or less reconciled with Bill and Stavros. Bill was going to stay on in Cyprus and help with the new excavations and would be resigning his post at the University in Bristol. 

Still no trace had been found of the others. They were pulling splintered pieces of wood out with the rubble so it may have been they had found the packing cases. No much of worth would have survived the caves collapse. Michael was behind his bar trying to act as if nothing had happened although we did hear his wife wasn't best pleased with him and was the kind of woman to make the remainder of his days a hell on earth.

We explained there was only six of the necklaces left. Herr Kesler had Rose's, Sharon had had hers removed from around her neck in hospital and returned to the authorities. Linda and Jenny forgot to mention there was one in the bottom of each of their suitcases.

We had a busy itinerary. A night in Cairo staying in a hotel. A coach ride to Alexandria in the morning. One night there, then another coach trip to a port near the mouth of the Nile to catch our boat. Ten days to Luxor and back to Cairo. A day looking at the Pyramids at Giza then an early flight to London. It had seemed a good idea when we had booked it, but, what with Len not being able to make it and all the fuss in Cyprus I think I would have preferred to go home. Even if it did mean I would have to study. Although I wasn't exactly going to do nothing on the cruise. Jenny had packed my copy of Frank Woods and an Economics textbook.

My father had booked two rooms with double beds. Linda started playing up at once.

"You don't expect me to sleep on my own after what I've been through. Especially in a strange country."

Strangely Jenny didn't seemed to mind sharing a bed with her. I lay on my bed resting before dinner. Watching the fan slowly revolving above me. I was straight out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, sweating like a pig. 

I watched the door handle slowly turning. The door inched open. One of Jenny's eyes appeared around the edge. I nearly closed mine. Leaving them just wide enough open to see what she was going to do.

She stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She wore a dress, as was appropriate in a Moslem country. Fairly tight around the top, loose from her hips to just above her knees.

As I watched she unzipped the back and stepped out of it, draping it over the rear of a chair. Her bra, underslip and knickers followed. She stopped to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the wardrobe. She puffed up her chest, cupped her breasts in either hand and pulled in her stomach a little.

"Vain bitch." I said, lifting my head and opening my eyes wide. "You bastard." She looked around for something to throw at me, the first thing she picked up was her knickers. I caught them and held them under my nose. Flower scented talcum powder and woman. Woman. I felt my prick growing and threw back my towel to give it room.

She looked down at me. Then lay down by my side. Her hand picked up my prick and started stroking it. I put my arm around her and squeezed her ass cheeks. Running a finger down her crack I found her anus. I rubbed the tight, wrinkled folds of skin that surrounded her hole.

She lifted her head from my chest her hair sticking to me. "You're sweating." She observed closing her eyes for a second as I moved my finger to where her fanny began. She lifted her leg and my finger was inside her. She closed her eyes again as I moved it in and out. "I'm hot."

"Hmm. I think you're getting bigger."

"Better check."

I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently pushed it in the direction of my prick. She turned around, lying on her side, pulling me onto mine and taking my prick into her mouth. I pulled her legs apart and kissed the inside of her thighs. Bending the knee of her top leg I placed her thigh under my armpit and resting my head on the inside of her other one examined her from close range.

I liked sixty-nineing with Jenny. I had access to both her holes whilst she took me into her mouth. The best part was we'd take our time. I kissed her fanny with my lips closed then with them open. I sucked on one lip then the other. Using my fingers I spread them wide and licked the exposed flesh inside. Her clitoris stood proud so I kissed that. Then moved my mouth to the back of her fanny onto her anus. I tickled her tight opening with the tip of my tongue. Working up some saliva I coated it then pushed my tongue inside. She was moaning, she was groaning, she gasped as I entered her. She tasted bitter, sharp. I liked it.

"Ahh."

"Hey." I said pulling my tongue from her hole. "It's rude to talk with your mouth full."

I felt her fingernails on my balls so went back to licking her fanny. I stimulated her clitoris with little flicks of my tongue. Her thighs started flexing. She'd taken my prick from her mouth and stopped stroking it with her hand. She was breathing heavily. Then more so. She put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer to her as she came.

I waited, watching her fanny, until she recovered her composure and took my prick back into her mouth. I slipped a finger inside her and moved it in and out in time with my prick's movements. 

She stretched.

"Get on top of me. I want you inside." 

She rolled onto her back and guided my prick into her hole as I lent over her. She was so wet I had difficulty feeling the sides. I slipped in and out and in again. Drawing moans of pleasure from her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me squeezing with her fanny. I slipped out of her again, this time I reached down between us and put myself back inside. I kept my hand there, holding her fanny lips tight around my prick as I started the rush to come. I was there. My prick slipped out again shooting my come onto her belly and pubic mound. I pushed it back inside one last time and stayed joined to her as I finished coming and it went down.

I pulled out and sat back on my heels looking down on her come-splattered body. 

Her eyes followed mine.

"You're a mucky frog." She said.

"He certainly is."

We both turned our heads to the doorway where Linda stood watching us. "I just popped in to tell you it's time for dinner. Bet you both have an appetite."

Chapter 2.

After a dinner consisting of rice and vegetables and meat on long skewers with wine for the girls and Egyptian beer for me we watched the floor show. A slightly overweight woman wriggling her belly button at us to the sounds of shrill piping. That was the way they liked their women apparently. It didn't do much for me but Jenny and Linda watched intently. I must get Jenny to try the dance when we were alone. I'd enjoy that.

I suggested it to her in a whisper. She shook her head. I'd have to work on her. The temperature had dropped at last and for the first time that day I felt comfortable. I slipped my hand onto Jenny's thigh under the table and squeezed it as I studied the room. 

We were at a table in an alcove against a wall. A cushioned bench seat on three sides of the table. Jenny and I sat together on the long side of the table with our backs to the wall and Linda sat on one end next to Jenny. There were another fifteen or so tables in the open with another eight or ten alcoves against the walls. It was about three-quarters full. Large, ornate fans span slowly from the ceiling and beaded curtains covered the exits.

Linda was still upset with me for putting Andy off her by suggesting she was free with her favours. I did it for Len, I explained. I was told in no uncertain terms to keep out of her business. I thought I'd get support from Jenny but she took Linda's side. I couldn't do right for doing wrong. The girl had finished dancing and a man stepped out onto the small stage and swallowed a sword. 

Interesting, but not what you wanted when you had just finished eating. A group of people in one corner, two men and three women in their mid to late twenties, were getting quite rowdy and as we had to be up early in the morning I suggested an early night. The girls agreed and I walked with them to their room, on the opposite side of the corridor to my own. I pulled Jenny to me as Linda opened the door and stepped inside. She kissed me. I squeezed her ass. I took her hand and started to pull her towards my door. "Not tonight, Paul." She kissed me on the cheek. "I am tired."

I tried to look disappointed and crestfallen. It didn't work.

"I'll see you in the morning." A final kiss. "Goodnight." She closed the door behind her but not before I caught sight of Linda on the far side of the bed wearing just her knickers looking in a suitcase. I went to my room.

I stripped off at the foot of my bed, laying my trousers on the back of my chair. My shirt, socks and underpants I placed in a linen bag and put them outside in the corridor for the overnight laundry service. I had packed plenty of socks and underwear but ten days on a boat would be tight if we couldn't find some kind of laundry service.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My body showed the marks of all that had happened to me in the last twelve months. Having acquired a tan in Cyprus the white marks of my scars were all the more prominent. I still had a piece of lint covering where the bullet it the cave had creased my skin on the side of my shoulder. I didn't mention that part to my parents. Mother would have been out like a shot.

I pick up my prick and pulled the foreskin back, checking to see nothing was lurking underneath it.

It felt good so I did it again. I watched in the mirror as my prick started to grow. I wished Jenny were with me. Still, needs must. I opened the wardrobe door slightly then went and lay on the bed. I could see my hand and my prick. I stroked myself, watching in the mirror. I was fully hard now. Using the first two fingers and thumb to keep maximum pressure on my helmet I sank back on my pillow, closing my eyes. Slowing my movements as each wave of pleasure swept over me then speeding up till the next. I created a picture of Jenny in my mind's eye. Kneeling on the bed, ass raised. Her features changed to Linda's then back to Jenny. I was looking down on a prick moving in and out of her fanny. I couldn't see a face. I hoped it was I. My tongue was up Linda's fanny in the toilets in Ireland. My hands were on her ass cheeks. I was fucking Jenny's ass in a field coming all over her cheeks and back.

I looked down. My prick was pumping out its load of come. Onto my belly, over my hand, matting my pubic hairs.

I took some deep breaths then got up and went into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up at the sink, pissed in the toilet and went back to bed. I listened to the gentle humming of the air conditioning unit as I thought of Jenny. I wondered if I could get her to myself for twenty minutes in the morning.

Chapter 3. (Jenny).

I closed the door and looked at Linda. She was bent over a suitcase with her back towards me. Her knickers had ridden up between the cheeks of her bottom. I had to fight off the urge to pull them out for her. She turned and smiled at me.

"You don't mind sharing with me. Do you?" She asked. "I won't do it when we're settled in on the boat, it's just that, I don't know." "Of course I don't." I replied. I didn't either but I was certain Paul did. I would have to see if I could relieve his tensions in the morning. "Fuck it." Linda said closing her suitcase. "It's too hot for a night dress any way. You don't mind if I sleep in the Buff. Do you?" "No." I said, undressing. "I think I'll do the same." Linda was already in bed; just a sheet covering her nakedness by the time I'd stripped and turned off the lights. I slid under the sheet beside her. She turned onto her side away from me I a lay on my back and let the back of my hand rest against the crack between her bottom cheeks. I could feel my heart pounding. I lay still not daring to move. Did I imagine it or did she push her backside back against my hand. She gave a sigh and I sensed her body relaxing. She was going to sleep.

I waited. Hardly breathing. 

I wormed my little finger between her ass cheeks and stopped, waiting for her reaction. She moaned slightly and bent her knee, her ass cheeks opened. I could feel her anus against the side of the top pad of my finger. I rubbed it. Another moan escaped her lips. This time she definitely pushed back against me. I rubbed again. I felt her stiffen and she turned onto her back. I pulled my hand to my side; her hand came to rest against it. 

I could hardly hear her breathing. I seemed to have stopped completely myself.

Her fingers moved, wrapping themselves around two of mine.

"Jenny." She whispered.

Now was the moment. The decision was mine. I knew what would happen next if I replied. Nothing would happen if I remained silent and she would probably put it down to my fingers sleep-walking.

She put her hand on my thigh.

"Hmm." The sound escaped my lips involuntarily. She turned onto her side facing me. She placed one of her hands on my pubic mound and pulled my hand to her own with her other. She squeezed my mound then moved her fingers to where my slit disappeared between my legs. I scratched her own hairs reaching to her fanny. She moved and I saw the outline of her head above mine. I closed my eyes as her lips touched mine. As her tongue entered my mouth her hand pushed between my thighs. I opened my legs and felt her fingertips run gently up and down my fanny. Her tongue was deeper into my mouth pushing my own to one side. I arched my back as first one, then two fingers entered me. She lowered her mouth to my nipple as her fingers moved in and out. I was certainly breathing now. I couldn't control the sounds I made. She sucked my other nipple. A third finger was inside me. I bent my knees. I ran the fingers of both my hands through her hair, pushing her head down to the furnace between my legs.

She moved, kneeling between my thighs her lips sucking on my clitoris. Her fingers kept moving in and out, pushing against the sides of my tube, opening wide my hole. I arched my back, gasping as first one, then a second and finally a third orgasm swept over me. Letting my thighs flop open I lifted Linda's head from my hole. She moved back up my body. Her pubic hairs against mine, her nipples touching mine her mouth on mine. We kissed deeply. I tasted the mustiness of my hole. She kept moving up my body. Straddling first my waist as she squeezed my breasts, then my chest then lowering her fanny to my mouth. I tentatively licked at the moist flesh above. She moaned and ground herself down onto my face. I pushed my tongue inside her. She tasted salty and fishy. I licked her hole from front to back. She writhed above me. I reached up and squeezed a breast extracting little whimpers from her. I reached for her anus with my tongue; she gasped as I found it. I licked around its tight folds working up my saliva as Paul did when he did it to me and pushed my tongue inside her. She cried out as I entered her. I pulled it out. It was so bitter. How Paul could do that to me. I liked the outside of her ass hole twice then moved back to her fanny. She was bouncing up and down, as if she were trying to fuck my face. With difficulty I reached her clitoris and sucked on it hard. She was there, squeezing her own breasts as she did. She climbed stiffly from me and lay down by my side. She cradled my head in the crock of her arm and squeezed one of my breasts with her other hand. I felt my nipple harden. She lowered her mouth to it and sucked it gently, swirling her tongue around its tip. It felt so nice. I arched my back trying to get more of my breast inside her mouth. I gasped as she seemed to take almost have of it inside and gasped again as her fingers started rubbing my clit. I could feel my juices running down between my ass cheeks, felt a fingernail scratching at my anus, as her thumb kept up the pressure on my clit. Her finger slid inside my ass hole. I arched my back to take it, disregarding the discomfort as I felt another orgasm building. She moved her mouth from my nipple and kissed my lips as I came, my fanny bucking up and down against her fingers.

She lay down by my side again and placed her hand on my stomach. I waited until my breathing had steadied then pushing her onto her back I sucked first one then her other nipple. I licked and kissed my way past her belly button and through her mass of short curly hairs. Her musty, fishy smell hit me again as I pulled wide her fanny lips and licked along their insides. She arched her back and pushed her fanny against my mouth as I licked her clit. Her breathing changed and she pulled my face hard against her as her body shuddered through her orgasm. I kissed the inside of each of her thighs and lay on my back, my head on my pillow.

"What happens next?" I asked the night.

"Things are certainly going to be different." Linda replied for it, her tongue licking at my ear.

Cruising up the Nile 2. A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)

All characters and events are fictitious.

Chapter 1. (Jenny).

I awoke to find a hand wedged between my bottom cheeks. Paul. The body behind me moved. I lay still expecting to feel the head of Paul's Mr Willie seeking to find a way into my body. 

A fingernail scratched my anus. I pushed back against it. Gasping out loud as it just penetrated me then was removed before the pain really started.

Realisation of where I was and whom I was with hit me. Everything tensed.

I turned onto my back. Linda looked down at me. Her head was supported by one hand. She cupped one of my breasts with her other one. She squeezed it gently, drawing and concentrating all feeling into my nipple. I watched it rise until it disappeared into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around its tip then her lips sucked on it. Then back to her tongue then her lips again. 

"You alright?" She asked. Brushing my lips with her own.

"I'm not sure." I replied.

I felt confused. The confidence of the night before had left me. Was this really what I wanted? I thought of Paul for the first time. What would he say? He'd be hurt.

What I did feel was aroused in a way I'd never been before. 

I felt so wet. Not just moist, wet. I had an itch. I ran my finger between my legs to scratch it while she continued to suck and lick my nipple. I couldn't reach it. It seemed to be so deep inside me. I pushed one of my fingers into my hole. Moaning, gasping as I did so. Linda lifted her mouth from my nipple and looked first into my eyes, then down to my fanny, then back into my eyes.

"It's alright." Her lips brushed mine. "Do it. It's only me here."

Nobody but Paul had seen me touch myself in this way. I'd known her and Shirley all my life. Our mother's were friends before they married. But still I hesitated. 




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"Come on." She urged gently pulling my finger out of my hole and placing it on my clitoris. "You know you want to."

She was right, I did. It was like sharing an important secret with a trusted friend.

"Close your eyes." She moved my finger against my clit. 

I closed my eyes picking up the tempo from her. Quickening. Rubbing faster, increasing the pressure against my hard little button. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I came and came. Linda was feeling my breasts. Her lips were on mine. Her tongue was in my mouth.

I turned onto my side away from her, embarrassed. 

"It's alright." She breathed into my ear. "Nobody will know."

I was confused. I needed Paul.

"I must see Paul." I climbed from the bed. I opened my suitcase and took out my bathrobe. As I put it on I looked down at the bed.

Linda lay on her back rubbing furiously at her own fanny. Our eyes held contact until she came, pulling in short gasps of air into her lungs.

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She wiped them off with the back of her hand.

"It's our secret." She said, still fighting to control her breathing. "We can do this every night."

No. That wasn't what I wanted. I felt so confused. I needed to see 

Paul.

I stepped out of our room and across the corridor to Paul's.

I needed the reassurance that I was not a lesbian. Paul was going to give it to me.

Chapter 2. (Paul).

There was a tap on the door as I was about to get into the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door.

Jenny stepped inside and threw her arms around my neck; her tongue forced its way between my lips. She tasted different. Not that I was complaining.

I pulled away from her. 

"I was going for a shower." I said.

"I need the toilet."

"O k." I said. "I'll wait."

She reached for my hand.

"Come with me."

I followed her into the bathroom. Jenny normally wouldn't let me see her on the toilet. She dropped her bathrobe and sat down.

"You can look if you like." She said opening her legs and releasing her flow of piss. I heard a splash as something solid hit the water.

Suddenly I couldn't watch. This was her private moment. Not for display. I turned my back and switched on the shower. I heard her crying. I turned to face her. She looked so upset about something. I took her hands and stood her up wrapping her in my arms. It suddenly occurred to me she may not have finished.

"You done?" I kissed her and held her tight. 

She nodded.

"What's wrong?"

"You always wanted to look." She sniffed. "Don't you want me anymore?"

"Of course I want you." I said, running my hands up and down her back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's shower."

I followed her into the cubical. The water was luke-warm. I picked up my bar of soap from the dish and worked up a lather, starting on her shoulders. She stood still, letting my hands roam where they would. Down her back. Between the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes never left my face.

I did her breasts, her stomach, her fanny. She stepped from the shower pulling me after her by the hand. She ignored the towels and went straight to the bed. Lying on her back she opened her legs and rubbed my semi-hard prick up and down against her slit, working my foreskin back and forth as she did so.

She guided me into her fanny when I was hard. I saw her wince as if she was in pain and tried to pull out.

"I'm hurting you." I said.

"No you're not." She replied, wrapping her legs around my waist and placing her heels on my ass cheeks.

I started pumping in and out of her. She had such a serious expression on her face, her body was so stiff. I wasn't enjoying this and I didn't think she was.

I stopped moving.

I pulled out of her despite her protests.

"Paul. Don't. I need you." She cried.

"Not like this." I rolled onto my back.

We both lay still, neither of us talking or moving for what seemed an age.

"I do love you, Paul." She said, her voice trembling slightly.

I held her hand. There's a time for flippancy and a time not. I think I grew up.

"I love you." I really meant it.

She turned onto her side, looking down on me.

"You mean that."

"I do."

She lay her head on my chest. I put my arms around her and held her. Not wanting to spoil the moment I kept my hands still.

Jenny moved first. Her hand on my prick she knelt between my legs and stroked me back to hardness.

"Don't move." Her head dropped and my prick slid between her lips, into her mouth. She lifted her head and looked at me. "This one's on me."

Her head bobbed up and down. I don't know what had upset her. This wasn't the time to ask. I ran my fingers through her hair. It was still wet from the shower. Her hand was squeezing and stroking the base of my prick whilst her lips moved my foreskin back and forth. I was nearly there. I tried to hold her head still as I bucked with my hips. I heard, then saw the door opening. I was going to come. Linda walked into the room.

"Jenny. Jenny." She was almost crying.

Jenny lifted her head as I started to come. She looked at Linda with my come hitting her cheeks and running down her chin. She stood up. I reached for my prick to work out the last of it.

Nobody spoke. Linda and I both looked at Jenny. She looked from one to the other of us. A drop of my come dripped from her chin and fell onto her breast, trickling towards her nipple. Jenny looked down at it. Looked at us both again and collected the drop on her finger. She seemed to study it carefully then she put it in her mouth and licked her finger.

Linda looked at me then stormed out, slamming the door.

"Jenny, what's happening?" I asked.

She sat on the bed by my side. Another drop of come fell from her chin and falling onto her breast.

"You're dripping." I pointed out to her collecting the come on my fingertip. 

She took hold of my wrist and guided my finger to her mouth. She licked and sucked upon it.

"Any more?"

I ran my fingers across her cheek and chin collecting all the come I could see and presented it to her mouth. She cleaned me with her tongue and lips then lowered her head to my prick and stomach sucking and licking at the come that lay there.

She sat up and kissed me on the lips, she tasted salty. Then she stood up. 

"I must see Linda." She said putting on her bathrobe.

"What about."

"To tell her I made a mistake."  

Chapter 3.

Relations were strained at breakfast and after during the three hour coach ride to Alexandria.

I should have checked what my father had booked us in for.

Lunch in a hotel followed by a guided tour of where places used to be. The library used to here, the lighthouse used to be there. Important stuff for Linda, who'd hardly, said a word to us all-day and interesting for Jenny. I was bored out of my mind.

We got back to the hotel for European coffee and small round cakes.

We had two hours before dinner and an evening of traditional entertainment. I went to the bar for a beer. It was nice and cold so I ordered a second. The two men from the rowdy party of the night before entered. They saw me sitting alone at a table and brought their beers over.

"Hi. Your names Paul isn't it?" There is a name for a sentence that contains both a statement and a question. I must have Jenny what it is.

"My names Chuck. This is Buzz."

I indicated the empty chairs at my table. Mustn't forget my manners.

"Please sit down."

They did so and started telling me their life stories. 

They were all newly qualified Doctors. They had finished medical school together that summer and after seven years in each others company had decided to come away together for what would probably be the last time before starting their internships in various different hospitals around the country. They were about to become responsible citizens and had decided to have one last good time together.

I asked them where they had studied. They told me. 

"I know a Doctor near there." I said. "Michael de Vane."

"We know him." Chuck said. "He lectures occasionally on tropical illnesses and herbal remedies."

"That would be him." I sipped at my beer.

"He goes down well with the girl students." Buzz, waved his hand for a refill. 

"Well, there's a rumour that he does."

"I can believe that." 

The beers arrived.

"You'd have to ask the female members of our group that." Chuck smiled.

"Who's partnering whom in your group?" I asked.

"Nobody's spoken for. Not that you would be interested, you seem to have brought a spare with you."

It was my turn to give a potted version of why we were there.

I ordered a round.

When we had finished I stood up.

"Must go. Need a piss and a shower."

I turned down their offer of a further drink and took the lift to the second floor to where my room was.

I felt my pocket for my key. Funny, I thought I'd picked it up. I was about to go down to reception but decided to try my door first. It swung open. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Somebody had drawn the curtains. I reached for the light switch.

"Don't turn it on."

Jenny's voice came from the bed.

I walked to the edge of the bed and looked down, my eyes slowly growing accustomed to the gloom.

Jenny lay naked on top of the covers. The dark circle around her nipples and the mass of her pubic hairs in contrast to the paler skin of her body.

My bladder reminded me that I needed a piss.

"Be back soon." I said and hurried into the bathroom. I switched on the 

light, took out my prick and pointed it into the toilet bowl. The stream that left me brought instant relief.

I finished, shook it off and undressed, removing the dressing from my shoulder and dropping it into the waste bin.

Switching off the light I went back into the bedroom. Stopping for a moment for my eyes to re adjust. I could see enough. Anything else I'd have to do by feel.

I lay on the bed and reached for Jenny. She seemed to melt against me. Her body pressing against mine in a dozen places. We kissed, tongues fencing. I kissed her nose, back to her lips. She smelt and tasted so nice. Clean and slightly perfumed. 

I ran my fingertips over a nipple as she reached down and took hold of my prick. She worked my foreskin back and forth as I massaged her breast.

"Now." 

She whispered guiding me on top of her and positioning my prick against her fanny. I pushed. Felt a slight resistance and pulled back. I pushed again. She wrapped her arms tightly around my back as I slid inside her. I pulled almost out and pushed back inside. She arched her back to take me. I could feel her fanny muscles gripping me as I moved in and out. I heard her gasp, heard her cry out softly as she came. I shortened and quickened my strokes. Gasping myself as I powered into her. I felt her nails in my back. Her lips were on my neck. With a final lunge into her body I came. I slowly worked my prick in and out until I had finished.

I pulled from her and lay by her side.

"What happened between you and Linda?" I asked, putting my arm around her, wincing as her head lay on my shoulder.

"I'd rather not say." She replied.

"It will be difficult for you to share a room." I squeezed a breast.

"I won't be sleeping with her again."

"But what about the hotel management?"

"Sod them. We pay the bill what we do is our business. The same as on 

the boat. It is the nineteen seventies after all."

"About twelve seventy in this part of the world." 

I ran my fingers down the scars made by the surgeon's blade and tickled her 

pubic hairs.

"Well, we'll help drag them into the present day."

She opened her legs. I found her clit. I felt her stiffen.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Bit sore." She put her hand on my balls. "Can we save it for tomorrow night?"

I can be magnanimous. 

"Of course. Anything you like."

"Hmm." She said stroking my prick. "Did you remember to pack the Vaseline."

"It's in my wash bag."

"Go and get it."

She reached up above my head and switched on a reading lamp. I got off the bed and opening my suitcase took out our jar.

When I got back to the bed Jenny was lying on her side. I lay behind her and opened the jar. She bent her knees and lifted her top leg, opening her ass cheeks. I put two scoops with my finger of lubricant on her ass hole and one on the end of my prick. Replacing the lid to the jar I placed it on my bedside table and positioned the tip of my prick against her hole. 

"Turn the light off." She said as I started working my prick inside her.

As I reached up she pushed her ass towards me. Her anus opened and I was inside. I turned off the light and with my hand on her hip started moving in and out.

"You alright." I asked.

"Hmm." She replied.

I quickened. Her ring tightening and relaxing around me. It felt so tight inside her ass. So warm I could have stayed there forever, but annoyingly quickly I felt the familiar expanding of my prick and the contracting of my balls and not wishing to unduly prolong my fuck in case it was hurting her I came.

I pulled slowly out as soon as I finished coming. She made a sound in the back of her throat. I rolled onto my back, breathing heavily.

She slowly turned to face me and switched on the light.

"I need the toilet." She kissed me, got off the bed and walked slowly towards the bathroom. I followed her.

She stopped and looked at me, then my prick. It was slick with lubricant.

"You need another shower."

She reached the bath room door. I was two paces behind her.

"And where do you think your going. You had you're chance this morning."

"It didn't seem right then."

"And it does now?"

"Yes."

"We're not making a habit of this."

She opened the bathroom door and I followed her inside.



Cruising up the Nile. Part 3. 

A Paul and Jenny Story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.)

All events and characters are fictitious.

For Tina. Thank you for your comments.

Chapter 1.

We boarded our vessel at El something or other. The boat could accommodate fifty 

passengers if full in twin bedded rooms on one deck. There was a crew of 

twenty-five. There were two lounges in the superstructure and a dining room. 

Promenading area on the main deck and a sun lounging area on the upper deck.

Jenny and I took a cabin together. Linda the one next door.

Chuck and Buzz were in the room opposite with Martine and Patsy next door to 

them and Lee-Anne a further door down.

We had got to know the whole party after dinner the previous evening when they 

had invited us to join their table for drinks.

They really seemed to get on well. The pressures of study were off them and they 

were going to enjoy themselves. The fact that the dressing under my short 

sleeved shirt was visible caused comment and led to our telling first the story 

of the panther, then in the canal tunnel, then the fire in the pub, then our 

trip to Cyprus. I so much of it not been in newspapers and magazines in the 

States I'm sure they would have thought we were making it all up. The story of 

the finding of the artefacts and Egypt's request for their return had even made 

a paragraph on the front page of the local English language paper.

I promised to let them examine my shoulder when we were settled on the boat. 

We talked on until past midnight. I'd had more than enough to drink and Jenny 

led me by the hand to our room. Remembering her soreness I didn't try to do 

anything. Probably just as well as the mind may have been eager I'm not sure I 

could have risen to the occasion. 

I overslept in the morning. Jenny was up and packed and sitting in a chair 

watching me when I awoke.

I got out of bed and stood up. I had a hard on. I looked down at it then looked 

at Jenny.

"Sorry. No time for that now. Make it go down and have a shower. We are going to 

miss breakfast as it is."

I did as I was told and we went down to the where the bus was waiting.

I heard a tap on the door. Jenny opened it and stood aside for Linda.

"There is an itinerary on the notice board in the dinning room. We dock in Cairo 

to pick up the rest of the passengers then the tour guide will give us a short 

talk on what we will be seeing tomorrow."

She was excited. This trip did mean so much to hear it was a shame to see it 

spoiled because of what ever disagreement she had had with Jenny. Besides, I 

still fancied her. As I did all the girls opposite. And especially Jenny. I 

could feel myself getting hard.

Perhaps if I persuaded Linda to leave I could check how Jenny was feeling, in 

the fanny department. The more I thought of it the more I grew and the harder I 

became. I shifted uncomfortably in the wicker chair I was sitting on.

Another tap on the door.

Jenny opened it.

It was Lee-Anne.

We drew lots and I get to examine you first.

"Right Doctor." Jenny said. "I'll just go with Linda to look at the itinerary in 

the lounge."

"Wait..." I started to say. But they were gone.

"Stand up and take your shirt off, Paul." She said. 

I didn't want to.

"Can I stay sitting down?" I still had a raging hard on and the closeness of a 

pretty woman and the gentleness of her fingers as she examined my wrist didn't 

help.

"It's better standing up."

"It isn't."

She looked at me then down to where my right hand lay trying to conceal the 

bulge in my trousers.

"I am a Doctor. I've seen them hard and I've seen them soft. Looking at that." 

She indicated my bulge. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Now stand 

up."

I stood up. She ran her fingertips along the length of my prick. It jerked 

beneath them. Then she cupped and squeezed my balls through the material of my 

trousers. I thought she was going to say cough. She did. I did.

"Everything's normal there."

She looked into my eyes and smiled. I reached out a hand and felt one of her 

breasts.

She allowed it to rest there, gently squeezing, for a few seconds, then pushed 

it away. Not before I'd felt the nipple hardening beneath my touch.

"Naughty boy. I'm supposed to be examining you."

She removed my dressing and looked at the bright red line where the bullet had 

marked my flesh and the pitted marks of the shotgun pellets.

She used some of the dressings I'd been given at the Military Hospital to 

redress my shoulder. Patted my prick. 

"You should get your girl friend to see to that for you. I'll examine you again 

tomorrow. You do seem to be healing nicely but it needs to be kept an eye on it 

this climate."

Putting my shirt back on I followed her from the room and went in search of 

Jenny. My prick had at last subsided by the time I found her. I stood behind 

her, put my arms around her waist, pulling her ass into my groin and watch the 

traffic on the River and the locals working on the bank until lunch.

I went for a lie down after lunch. I'd had too much to drink the night before. 

Jenny wouldn't join me. She said she wanted to spend some time with Linda 

patching things up.

I closed the curtains that covered the portholes and lay down.

I drifted off to sleep with a picture of Jenny on her back, legs open wide, 

reaching up for me. Well I hoped it was me.

Chapter 2. (Jenny).

After lunch I sat with Linda in her room. She had brought a textbook on Egypt 

with her and was telling me about the history of the places we would be 

visiting.

We had had a bit of a row the previous morning when I gone back to the room we 

shared after cleaning up Paul's come.

I stressed that I wasn't a Lesbian. That I was in love with Paul. That I was 

going to sleep with him for the rest of our holiday. Linda came back with the 

assertion that she wasn't a Lesbian either. She just needed some kind of 




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physical contact. How it wasn't fair that I had Paul and she had nobody. That 

she wouldn't touch me again if I were the last person alive. How she'd been 

first with Paul anyway.

I knew that, I'd seen her astride his face in the tent in Northern Ireland 

before Paul took my virginity.

I knew the best thing to do with Linda would be to ignore her tantrums, 

something Paul could never do, and leave her to calm down before discussing 

things rationally.

"Linda?" I thought it best to clear the air or it was going to be an ackward 

holiday, to say the least.

She looked up into my eyes.

"Yes."

"About the other night."

"Yes."

"Should we talk about it."

"If you want. It happened. You can't wish it away."

"It was the first time I've ever done anything like that." Not strictly true 

because Carole had gone down on me during our cruise of the Caribbean but she 

needn't know that.

"Me to."

"Was it? I thought you must have done it before."

"Why?"

Yes, why. She had always had boyfriends and told us when she lost her virginity 

at the age of fifteen. I had no reason to think she was anything other than 

'normal'.

"After all." She looked sad. "You made the first move."

She was right there. If I had never put my finger between her ass cheeks nothing 

would have happened. I'd had the opportunity of turning away from her when she 

had first touched me.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I now. I felt things I'd never felt before when you touched me."

"So did I. I think that's what frightened me. Then you said we would be doing it 

every day. I was so confused."

"I like Paul very much. I wouldn't want to come between you. I wouldn't tell him 

what we did, ever."

She placed her hand upon my thigh. We were both wearing summer dresses that 

reached to our knees. She lifted mine and looked underneath.

She looked into my eyes. I could stop it now. I didn't.

"You're not a lesbian. Anymore than I am." 

She pushed me onto my back. The textbook sliding to the floor. She lay on her 

side looking down on me.

Slipped her hand inside the top of my dress and pulled out a breast. My nipple 

was hard before she lowered her lips to it.

She lifted her head.

"Don't ignore me. Sleep with Paul. Do anything you want with him. Just don't 

ignore me. Please."

It sounded so heartfelt. I felt her breasts through the material of her dress 

and bra. Her hand reached down and pulled the hem of my dress above my waist, 

exposing my knickers. She slipped her hand inside the elastic. I raised my hips 

from the bed and she pulled them down and off.

I opened my legs and she knelt between them. I watched as she spread wide my 

lips ran a finger up and down my slit and pushed it inside me. I closed my eyes 

as she worked it in and out. Exploring the sides, pressing against the thin wall 

that separated my two passages. She pulled her finger from me. I could feel my 

love juice dribbling towards my anus. She lowered her mouth and licked at the 

area between my two holes. Keeping my lips spread she moved up to my fanny all 

the while probing and exploring with her tongue. I sighed. The tip of her tongue 

touched my clit. I jumped as if I'd received an electric shock. I started 

breathing heavily. I felt my fanny becoming wetter and wetter. 

She drew my clit from its hood and sucked it into her mouth, continuously 

flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. With my hands behind my thighs I drew 

my knees up towards my breast giving her total access. Two fingers were worked 

into my fanny; a third tickled my anus. Pressure was building in every cell of 

my body. 

I gasped as her finger slid into my asshole. I was so wet there was no pain, 

just a feeling of being filled.

I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her face towards me, trying to pull 

her face inside me as I came, she kept licking, driving me from one orgasm to 

another. A second finger was pushed up my ass, a third into my fanny until with 

my breath catching at the back of my throat I came again. Crying out in my 

ecstasy. 

I collapsed back onto the pillow, hands by my head. My legs went limp and 

flopped open and I lay there like a frog waiting to be dissected. 

Linda was sitting back on her ankles watching me when I next opened my eyes.

"There. That wasn't too bad. Was it?" She smiled.

"No. It was wonderful. You were so gentle."

She lay down by my side and kissed me.

"You taste so nice." Her eyes looked down my body. "Down there. I could do 

it......."

"Don't say it." I stopped her. "Don't spoil it."

I reached inside the top of her dress and pulled out one of her breasts. She 

lent over me as I took its nipple between my lips. I ran my tongue around its 

hardening tip extracting a low moan of pleasure from her.

I reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She pulled off her own 

knickers then knelling above me lowered her fanny to my mouth. I heard her unzip 

her dress and pull it over her head. I felt her ass cheeks as I pushed my tongue 

as far inside her as it would go. I could feel the muscles on the inside of her 

thighs contracting and relaxing. I heard her breathing change. She moved so that 

her clit was against my moth. I lick it and sucked it. I ran my finger along the 

cheeks of her ass, scratching at her anus with my fingernail as Paul did to me 

then pushing it against her hole. I could feel her tight hole opening. The tip 

of my finger was just inside as she came. Sobbing and swearing.

She climbed slowly from me, pulling my finger from her ass hole as she did so, 

and lay by my side.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 3. (Paul).

The note of the engine of the boat changed. I awoke with a start. My prick was 

hard.

I looked at my watch. Four fifteen. We must be in Cairo.

We had an hour's stop while the other passengers embarked, then tea, a talk by 

the tour guide dinner and bed.

I wondered where Jenny was. Her and Linda must have made up for her to be so 

long. I rubbed my prick through my trousers. That felt good. I did it again. 

Should I go and find Jenny. I rubbed my prick again. 

The handle of the door turned quietly. It opened slowly. Jenny entered the room 

silently.

"Hallo." I said. She jumped. She looked at me then away. She had a guilty 

expression on her face.

"Where have you been?" I asked, giving my balls a squeeze.

"We fell asleep."

That would explain the guilty expression.

"Come here." I said, reaching out my arms to her.

She stood by the side of the bed looking down on me, then at my prick.

"I'm still a little sore." She said.

"It's alright. We don't have to do anything."

She looked at my prick again then laid down.

"Alright." She said as I put an arm around her. "But don't touch."

"Trust me." I said.

She looked at me, raising one of her eyebrows.

She laid her head on my shoulder and unzipped my trousers.

"Paul?" She said as she pulled out my prick.

"Hmm."

"I've been talking to Linda."

She pulled my foreskin back.

"Hmm."

"She's still very nervous about sleeping in that room alone."

Her hand stroked up and down.

"Hmm."

"We thought it might be best if some nights I sleep in there with her."

She stroked faster.

"Ahh."

"Would you mind terribly?"

I was nearly there.

"Ahh. Ahh."

I was there. I frantically tried to pull the bottom of my shirt from my 

trousers. Too late. We both watched my come arching into the air landing on the 

safari khaki coloured material. Other load then another. Jenny kept pumping my 

prick. I could sense she was smiling.

"It isn't funny." I said, squeezing one of her ass cheeks, hard.

"Ow." She sat up knocking my hand away and rubbing her backside. "Neither was 

that."

"It wasn't meant to be."

I sat up. She punched me on the shoulder. Thankfully my good one, although it 

still hurt.

"You bitch." I said pulling her down.

"Bastard." 

I was astride her. Pinning her arms to the bed. I leant forward and kissed her.

"Don't you'll get your come on my dress."

I didn't care. I kissed her again.

She relaxed.

"Please don't." Her voice was soft and gentle. " I really am sore."

"Perhaps we should get a doctor to look at you?"

"I know what it is."

"It's me." I climbed from her and stood up. "I'm too rough with you. It probably 

is a good idea you sleep in Linda's room for a couple of nights."

I didn't have to try and look disappointed and crestfallen, I was.

She stood up, put her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers.

"I'm sure I'll be feeling fine in a couple of days. Perhaps its because I've not 

stopped taking my pills to let my period start."

"You not due for a few days anyway. I've just been using it too much."

She looked away.

"It'll soon get better."

There was a tap on the door.

"Time for tea." It was Linda.

Well at least they were back to being friends again.



Cruising down the Nile. Part 4. 

A Paul and Jenny Story. 

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.) 

All events and characters are fictitious.

Chapter 1. (Paul).

After dinner I stood on the deck with Jenny and Linda. I put my arm around 

Jenny's waist. Linda stood in close and drew my other arm around hers. Jenny 

looked, smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. Both girls put an arm around 

me in return. 

"This is nice." I said to the night. 

I looked down at Jenny's breasts. The backs of Linda's fingers were just 

touching the side of one of them. Jenny moved closer to me. Linda's fingers 

disappeared from sight. Linda shifted closer on the other side.

Both girls were smiling as we watched the lights along the riverbank slide past.

I felt magnanimous.

I turned my head to the steward who stood by the entrance to the lounge to take 

any orders from those, like us, who wanted to be out on deck and ordered three 

Brandies.

Just around the side of the lounge, sitting on one of the bench seat with a 

fixed table in front of it, were two Egyptian passengers drinking coffee from 

very small cups. A different steward appeared with a brass jug on a long handle 

and re-filled their cups.

"Would you care to join us?" One of them called to us.

This seemed to jolt the girl's into life.

Linda, who wanted to capture as much local colour as possible, looked at Jenny 

and I.

"Please, can we?" She looked at Jenny.

"Of course." Jenny replied.

I don't get consulted about these things it seems.

Jenny and Linda sat close together on the next bench along and I pulled up one 

of the free standing, wooden chairs.

I sat down.

"Please join us for coffee." The first one said.

"Forgive me." The other said. "We have not been introduced. My name is Jerez El 

Mctomb and my friend is Ahmed."

I made the introductions on our side. Jenny, I could tell, wasn't paying 

attention and Linda's was wavering.

Fresh coffee arrived together with our Brandies.

I offered to order more but they declined, on religious grounds.

I glanced at Linda and Jenny. They were sitting upright with their hands under 

the table, slight smiles around the edges of their mouths.

Jerez and Ahmed explained that they were businessmen taking a short break before 

conducting some business in Luxor.

I asked where their wives were. They said it was the custom in their country for 

the men to take holidays separate from their wives. Besides, the wives had the 

family homes to look after.

I gave a potted version of why we were here. Just a holiday. Why two girls one 

man they asked. I explained about Len.

"Ah yes." Jerez said. "He could not have been carrying enough money on him. Very 

corrupt the Turks."

"How much would it take?" I asked. 

"Surprisingly little in your money."

He quoted a figure.

"How can you be so sure."

"I have many dealings with that country. If your friend was not really to blame 

then a little money in the right officials pocket and a little more to the other 

party involved and all could be arranged."

I looked across at Linda. She looked at me and smiled. Jenny just sat there with 

a far away look on her face."

"Well?" I asked

"Fine, thanks." She replied and smiled broadly at me.

I turned to Jerez.

"Would it be too much to ask if you could help us at all?"

"I would be only to pleased to." He said. "Wait until we get to Luxor where 

there is a telephone."

Now that I knew there was something that we could do for Len I was impatient 

that it should be done immediately. Jerez and Ahmed assured me that all would be 

done that needed to be done but that they needed the facilities available in 

Luxor. 

I had to be content with that. 

I drank some Brandy and tried the coffee. Hot, thick and sickly. I looked at the 

girls. They had touched neither of their drinks. Their heads were close together 

as they discussed something. Probably what we were going to see tomorrow. I saw 

Jenny stifle a yawn with the back of her hand.

"I think we had best be going to bed." I said standing up. Everybody else stood 

up.

I held out my hand and shook theirs.

"Thank you very much indeed for your offer of help. We really appreciate it."

The girls nodded to them as they walked past. They seemed pre-occupied with 

something.

I nodded, smiled, shrugged my shoulders and followed them down to the cabins.

At Linda's door Jenny turned to me as Linda went inside.

"Goodnight, love." She kissed me on the cheek, turned and slipped into the room 

closing and locking the door behind her.

I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around. The steward was walking towards me 

carrying two glasses of Brandy.

"Your lady friends did not drink, Sir." He proffered the glasses.

I was going to pay for them so I might as well have them.

The Steward left and I was about to turn the key in my lock when a door down the 

corridor opened and the head of Lee-Anne poked out.

"Oh hello Paul." I could see the top of her nightdress. " I thought I heard 

voices. You having a night cap?"

"Looks like it." I looked down at the glasses. "Care to join me?"

She studied me for a few seconds.

"As your Doctor I cannot approve of too much in the way of strong liquor. But as 

we are on holiday. Come in."

I followed her into her room, closing the door behind me. She was bent over her 

bed pulling her dressing gown out from under her pillow. Her nightdress covered 

her ass cheeks, just. A couple of inches higher and I would have seen all she 

had. She turned to me. Pulling it down at the front and slipping her arms into 

her dressing gown. I caught a quick flash of light brown nipple. I saw the 

pimples on it.

She sat crossed legged at the pillow end of her bed, her hand pushing her 

nightclothes between her legs to cover herself. I handed her a glass. She cupped 

the bowl of the glass in the palm of her hand and gently swirled the contents 

around. The heat from her hand and the motion of the liquid releasing the 

bouquet of the spirit. She held the glass under her nose and sniffed deeply.

"Ahh. I do like the smell of a good Brandy." She took a sip. Her tongue slipped 

from her mouth to lick the residue from her lips.

"You're not drinking."

I wasn't, I did.

"I think another one is called for." She pulled the rope above her head, which 

would summon a Steward. One breast slipped from her nightdress. It looked heavy. 

The light brown area surrounding the nipple a good three inches in diameter. The 

nipple itself was the thickness of my finger.

I heard what sounded like a strangled cry from the next room.

I stood up. 

"Do you think they're alright?" I asked, turning towards the door.

"And you would go to their rescue if they weren't?"

"Anybody would."

"Not where I come from." She looked sad.

She moved down to sit beside me. I saw two tears running down her cheeks. I 

caught them with a fingertip and looked into her eyes.

"They've probably never been better."

I was confused.

There was a knock on the door.

I went and opened it. 

A Steward stood before me.

"I am Mahet. The night Steward." He tried to look over my shoulder.

"May I have a half bottle of Brandy, please."

"Charge to this room, Sir." I'm sure Peter Sellers did the accent better.

"Yes." Lee-Anne called from behind the door.

I signed his notebook.

"Thank you, Sir." I slipped him a note. He winked. I realised the denomination. 

I was going to ask for it back but he'd gone.

I didn't have to pretend to look down hearted and disappointed when I sat down 

again. I was. I had to get the colours right.

Lee-Anne lent her head against my shoulder. I must have leapt a foot in the air.

"I'm sorry." She was going to cry. "I forgot."

"It's alright." I assured her. I just wasn't prepared."

I took two deep breaths and put my arm around her.

"See. It works perfectly."

"Nothing I do does."

She pulled my lips down to hers.

I resisted. For a millisecond. Then opened my lips to accept her tongue inside 

my mouth. I pushed it out with my own tongue; she sucked that into her own 

mouth. I pulled it back. Her tongue followed back into my mouth as if attached 

by glue.

I pulled my mouth from hers and looked into her eyes.

"Please." She said. 

"I can't. Jenny."

"Oh no." 

She turned away, burying her head in her hands.

There was a knock on the door.

I opened it. Mahet stood there holding a half bottle of Brandy. If she liked the 

last one, she was going to love this. I'd only read of it in books.

I thanked him. Did he look disappointed that I didn't tip him again? I'd just 

given him more than the average Egyptian earned in a month. 

I turned to Lee-Anne. She there lay naked, on her back. Her legs were wide open. 

Her fanny lips were glistening with her moisture.

I opened the bottle.

"Don't you like what you see?"

"Yes. It's very nice, thank you."

I picked up the glasses and refilled them. Avoiding everything but her eyes I 

handed her a glass. I wished my prick would go down. She reached out and touched 

it.

"Being a Doctor I know the physical reasons for a man getting an erection. I 

really need to know more about the emotional causes."

She was trying to put this on an intellectual level. Good.

I gulped down my drink.

She sipped hers, not trying to cover her body.

Another cry in the night. From further away. It sounded like. No it couldn't be.

"You can't save everybody."

Her fingers were at the buttons of my shirt then the belt around my trousers. 

The warmth of the Brandy was flowing through my veins. My prick was out of my 

trousers. She was naked. I was on my back. She was straddling me. I was inside 

her. She lifted and dropped upon my prick. I had a nipple in my mouth. My prick 

was growing. My balls were tightening. Lee-Anne collapsed forward on top of me 

as I shot deep inside her fanny.

My prick slipped from her fanny as she lay down by my side.

She kissed my cheek.

I squeezed an ass cheek. She moaned.

I looked down into her eyes. There was a tear there. 

"I'm so sorry. It's just that's it's been so long and we are the only two 

alone."

"I'm with Jenny." I protested.

She looked at me.

She sat upright.

"Let's have another drink." She said.

I poured from the bottle.

It really was very good Brandy.

We finished our glasses. I poured again.

Lee-Anne was trying to pull my shirt from my shoulders.

"Stop it. I can't."

"Don't you remember? You just did."




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"I realise its not forever. In fact a couple more of these and you probably 

won't even remember it in the morning, but."

She paused.

I felt suddenly light-headed.

She laid me onto my back. I felt her hands on my clothes as the room began its 

not unfamiliar spinning.

I was drunk again.

Something warm and soft engulfed my prick. A mouth or fanny, I couldn't say. I 

came. I think.

Chapter 2. (Jenny).

Linda was lying on her bed, naked, as I entered the room. 

I looked down upon her body as I removed my dress, bra and knickers.

I don't think they're had been a minute when we hadn't touched each other during 

the evening.

I hadn't felt like this since Paul and I had first become lovers'. 

Then I had needed to be in contact with him at all times. I was sad when I 

couldn't see him. I know that close physical contact was a sign to him to have 

sex whilst all I wanted sometimes was the sense of strength and security he 

provided. Perhaps the sex was reinforcing his feeling of being the dominant one, 

the protector, and the provider. The feeling of security he gave me was more 

intense even than that I'd felt when in my father's arms.

Men have fragile egos. We just lie back and take it. They, the poor dears, have 

to rise to the occasion. With financial worries, work worries, worry if they're 

doing it right it's amazing they can even get near to satisfying us.

Lots of women have forgotten this and lose a lot from their relationships.

She opened her legs as I switched off the main light and approached the foot of 

her bed. I looked down. The pinkness of the inside of her fanny looked so 

inviting. I could now understand why Paul like looking at mine so much.

As I knelt between her thighs she pulled the cord that turned off the reading 

lamp above the bed. 

She bent her knees as I progressed up the inside of her thighs with butterfly 

kisses.

She exhaled heavily as my lips met hers between her legs. Her fingers were 

entwined in my hair. I couldn't have moved my head if I had wanted too. And I 

didn't want to.

I spread her lips with my thumbs and licked the inside of her fanny. She moaned. 

I pushed my tongue inside as far as it would go. She groaned. I ran a finger 

between her ass cheeks, tickling and probing her anus. She gasped.

I found her clit and sucked on it, then licked it then sucked again. 

She shuddered through her orgasm.

Pulling my face close to her.

I lay by her side. She remained still for a second or two, controlling her 

breathing then she placed one hand upon my breast.

The nipple rose and hardened. She lowered her lips to it. Sucking gently, like a 

child. 

One hand was squeezing my pubic mound, parting my hairs as it searched for my 

clit. I gave a sharp intake of breath as she found it. With just the very tip of 

her finger she described small, slow circles around it. I raised my hips but she 

moved her hand with me maintaining the lightest of touches. I moved my hips 

again and again wanting more contact but she kept just the tip touching me. I 

could feel my orgasm building as she moved faster then, just as I thought I was 

there she slowed down, waited until my breathing steadied a little, then built 

me up again. Again and again I almost came. I was breathing like a woman in 

labour. This time she took me over the top, accompanied by my cries of "Yes. 

Yes."

I lay there, panting as if I'd just run a mile.

She touched my ear with her lips sending little shocks through my entire body.

"Happy?" She asked.

"Hmm."

Cruising up the Nile. Part 5. 

A Paul and Jenny story. 

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.) 

All characters and events are fictitious.

Chapter 1. (Paul).

I awoke with a headache and a hard on. I was pressed up against the back of 

somebody warm and soft. I knew the light would hurt my eyes so I kept them 

closed. I reached around and felt a breast. My prick pushed against the crack of 

her ass. She opened her legs. I felt her fingers guiding me into her fanny. It 

was nice and warm in there. I lifted the breast as I started to pump in and out 

of her. It felt heavy. I was nearly there. The breast felt heavy. I was there. I 

came.

I opened my eyes, still shooting my come into her body. Lee-Anne looked over her 

shoulder at me.

I pulled out. Spilling come onto her thighs and ass cheeks.

I was about to speak.

"Shush." She put a finger to my lips. "Don't speak. Just go."

I stood up and she rolled over onto her back.

"But..." I started.

"Nothing to say. Go back to Jenny."

I dressed. What had I done? The night before came back to me in snatches. Oh no.

I went to my cabin, undressed and showered. I dried myself, dressed and lay down 

on my bed. I didn't feel well. I looked at my watch. Seven o'clock. Two hours to 

breakfast. I closed my eyes.

Chapter 2. (Jenny).

The sun was steaming in through the porthole when I awoke. I looked at my watch 

on the bedside table, seven forty-five, and on to where Linda lay asleep.

I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet. I needed 

to be alone, to think. My bowels moved and my urine splashed as I wondered what 

to do. I couldn't think properly when I was with Linda. Throughout the previous 

evening we had touched whenever the opportunity allowed. Even as we sat next to 

Egyptians our hands were on each other's thighs. I was concentrating so hard on 

the movements of her fingers that I didn't catch much of what Paul was talking 

to them about. I know Len was mentioned.

I wiped my holes and stood up. Pulling back the shower curtain I stepped inside 

and turned on the water. It took my breath away for a few seconds. It felt 

freezing. It probably was luke-warm. I soaped my body. My fanny felt a lot 

better than it did the day before. I suppose I had better go and let Paul have 

me. I might just get away with giving him a wank.

What was I thinking about? I couldn't treat him like that. He'd never let me 

down.

Lost in my thoughts I hadn't heard the door open or notice the shower curtain 

being pulled back. I did notice Linda's hands on my breasts and felt her pubic 

hairs against my ass cheeks.

One hand slipped down the front of my body stopping to finger my navel before 

disappearing between my legs. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on the wall 

in front of me giving myself over to the sensations she was creating.

She ran her fingertips around my hardening nipples as she pushed her finger 

inside my hole. I gasped open mouthed as she found my clit and rubbed it. 

She ground her pubic mound against my ass cheeks. I pushed back. I felt them 

open and the water run down the crack between them.

I was coming. I turned my head towards her wanting her lips on mine. She kissed 

my cheek, then the side of my mouth. I craned my neck and our lips met.

I turned to face her and we held each other tight. 

Paul was the problem.

How could I give up this?

I ran my hands down her spine as she was doing to me. Four hands on four ass 

cheeks. Tongues fencing between each other's mouths. Breasts squashed together. 

Pubic hairs entwined.

I ran my finger down the crack of her ass. She mirrored my movements so closely 

I could have been touching myself.

I found her anus as she found mine. I rubbed at it with my forefinger extracting 

a moan from her as she did from me. I forced my other hand between us and felt 

for her clit. The look on her face and the sudden stiffening of her body told me 

I had found it. I rubbed back and forth and side to side. She made little noises 

in the back of her throat. I kissed her neck then her nipples. The water 

cascaded over my head as I went lower. I moved my finger from her clit and 

replaced it with the tongue. My open mouth filling with water as I licked and 

sucked upon it. Her fingers were in my hair pulling my mouth closer. I heard her 

come. I'd heard the sound a lot in the last two days.

I stood up and switched off the shower.

"I must go and see to Paul."

"Would you like me to do it for you. He would let me."

"I'm sure he would." Yes, I was sure he would. "Let me think about it."

I picked up a towel and dried myself.

I'd brought my main suitcase into the cabin the day before so I had access to a 

lot my clothes. Both Linda and I had bought half a dozen thin cotton, summer 

dresses with us. I put on a bra and some knickers and pulled one on over my 

head. 

I turned around and looked at Linda.

She was lying naked on her bed. Her knees were bent and her thighs spread wide. 

She was running one finger up and down the lips of her fanny.

"Hurry back." She said.

I would.

Chapter 3.

Paul's cabin door was unlocked so I slipped inside. I could hear his breathing 

from the bed. I walked over and looked down.

He looked so peaceful. He was maturing into a very good-looking man.

They'd done a good job on his eyebrow. You could hardly see the scar. 

Scars. His body was getting covered with them. And all of them because he had 

been coming to my aid.

And how was I repaying him?

Whatever could he see in me anyway? I knew I wasn't beautiful. My breasts could 

do with pumping up. I'd seen boys with bigger asses. Even my best bit my 

stomach, was marked and scarred where they had removed one of my ovaries.

I looked down at his crutch. His prick looked soft. He must be sound asleep. I 

turned away.

"Hello." 

His voice behind me.

I turned.

"Hello." I said. "I'm sorry if I woke you."

He looked unhappy. I suppose he had every right to the way I'd been ignoring 

him.

He rubbed himself. It was amassing how quickly it could grow.

I sat down on the bed and undid his trousers. I pulled them down with his 

underpants to his ankles and picked up his prick. He winced slightly as I pulled 

back his foreskin.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yes. It's just a little sore today. I must have caught it in my zip."

It did look a little red.

"Shall we leave it for now?" I let fall back.

"What about you?" His hand was on my thigh. Moving towards my fanny.

"I'm alright. We can do something together later." I lent forward and kissed 

him. "I must go and wake Linda for breakfast."

"There's half an hour until breakfast."

"She can take a long time."

I kissed his cheek. 

"I'll see you upstairs."

I went to my other suitcase for my make-up bag. That's funny, I thought I'd put 

it on the other side.

"Paul? Have you been in my suitcase?"

"What for?" He sat up. "I'm over the stage of wearing your knickers."

"No you're not. It's just that I thought. Never mind. I'll see you at breakfast. 

Bye."

I stepped out into the corridor closing the door behind me. Lee-Anne was just 

coming out of her cabin. She looked very happy. From what I understood her 

boyfriend had been killed in a car crash six months before. They had all booked 

this trip long before that and she had to be persuaded to come. I think it was 

the first time I'd seen her smile since I'd met her. She was smiling now.

"How's my patient this morning."

I hoped she didn't present us with a bill. I'd heard of how expensive American 

Doctors could be.

"A little sore." Opps. I didn't mean to say that.

"I better go and check on him." She put her hand on the door of the cabin.

"I think he'll be fine in a little while."

"I think I'd better check."

You could be in for a surprise. I thought. What the hell.

"By all means." I stood aside and walked to Linda's cabin door. I wanted to get 

back to her.

Lee-Anne tapped on the door, turned the handle and stepped inside. I thought I 

heard it click locked behind her. She would do that if she were going to examine 

him. She was an attractive woman. Six or seven years older than we were. Her 

body would probably develop into the matronly sort though. Not Paul's type at 

all.

I closed the door behind me. Linda still lay on the bed.

"Do what you went to do?" She asked opening her legs and bending her knees. I 

stood at the foot of the bed and looked down. She pulled her knees up to her 

chest exposing both holes. She was much hairier

than I was. Hairs flanked the sides of her fanny lips and surrounded her anus. 

My patch was smaller and thinner. When we discussed shaving in the past I told 

the girls I didn't need to. 

"What are you thinking?" She said as I knelt and kissed the back of her thighs 

where they joined her ass cheeks.

"Shaving you."

I pushed my tongue inside her fanny, swirling it from side to side. I licked 

down to the bottom of her hole then back up to her clit. She ran her fingers 

through my hair and mumbled words of encouragement. I flicked her little button 

from side to side. She released a deep-throated groan of pleasure. I sucked it 

from its hiding place. Licking its sides then above and below it. Another groan. 

I felt her tense her body and increased the speed and pressure of my tongue. She 

was there, her thighs tightening around my ears.

I sat back on my heels and looked down on her. She'd gone all floppy.

"Let's go and get some breakfast." I stood up. "I want to concentrate a little 

on Paul today. He's being neglected."

Chapter 4. (Paul).

I heard Jenny talking to somebody in the corridor. There was a tap on my door 

and Lee-Anne stepped into the room. She closed and locked the door behind her.

I remembered my trousers were still around my ankles and struggled to reach for 

them.

"Don't bother." She said as she approached the bed. "I am a Doctor."

She took my wrists and lifted them away from my clothes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she looked down at my prick.

"Jenny said you were sore this morning. Take off your shirt and I'll look at 

your shoulder."

"It wasn't my shoulder." I stammered. I always felt nervous in the presence of 

those I considered to be in positions of authority. Policemen; Lawyers and now 

Doctors.

She cupped my balls.

"There?" She asked, gently squeezing them.

"No."

She picked up my prick and pulled back my foreskin. I winced.

"Oh. There."

It's too dry. It needs lubricating.

"Look Lee-Anne we shouldn't be doing this."

"Hmm." She said, concentrating on examining my penis.

"Did you hear me?"

"What?"

"I said we shouldn't be doing this."

"Oh. You mean you'd rather I did this." She licked her lips and lowered her 

mouth to my prick before I could stop her. Her head bobbed up and down. She was 

right. It had needed lubricating.

"Please don't." I protested half-heartedly.

"Shush." She lifted her head for a second. "Doctor knows best."

Her head went down again. I lay back. It felt so nice. But Jenny was next door. 

She was trying to push the tip of her tongue into my wee hole. Her hand was 

squeezing my balls. I was coming. Her head jerked backwards as my come hit the 

back of her throat.

She looked up at me, licking her lips.

"Breakfast time."

Cruising up the Nile. Part 6.

A Paul and Jenny story. 

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.) 

All characters and events are fictitious.

Chapter 1.

I went up to breakfast with Lee-Anne after she had changed my dressing. The 

wound itself was nearly healed. The shoulder joint was stiff where it had been 

jarred.

Jenny and Linda were sitting at a table when we arrived so I asked Lee-Anne if 

she wanted to join us. The girls seemed only too pleased to have her company.

I don't know what Lee-Anne was feeling but I felt distinctly uncomfortable.

I thought Jenny would see something in our glances but she seemed more 

interested in what Linda was talking about.

Under the table I sat with one knee touching Lee-Anne's and the other touching 

Jenny's.

The rest of Lee-Anne's party sat at the table to one side and Jerez and Ahmed a 

table on the other. After a breakfast of curious round cakes and tea we all went 

out on deck to watch the boat pulling into our first port of call. Only a 

four-hour stop. 

We could see some ruins cut into the side of a hill about a mile from the port 

and Linda wanted to see them. Jenny wanted to go with her. I said I'd go with 

them but Buzz and Chuck said they were going to the old market quarter. I was 

torn, and then Jerez took the decision from my hands.

"We can make some enquiries about your friend from the telephone at the local 

police station." He said. "You will need to contact your bank to arrange funds 

perhaps?"

He was right. Although the figure he had mentioned hadn't been massive it was 

more than I had access to at the moment. I would probably need to telegraph my 

father.

I kissed Jenny, and for some reason, Linda, goodbye at the gangplank and they 

were off with the twenty or so others from the boat who were going to the ruins.

The American party, including Lee-Anne, went with a group of fifteen or so with 

a local guide to explore the town. She squeezed my hand as she passed me. I 

smiled weakly.

"Don't worry." She whispered in my ear and kissed it. 

That just left me, Jerez and Ahmed.

I followed them down the steps to the stone quay. In itself two thousand years 

old. Cleopatra had walked along it. I conjured up a picture of Elizabeth Taylor.

We walked to a low brick built building about four hundred yards from the docks. 

Jerez spoke to the Corporal in a white jacket and gold chevron's who was manning 

the desk. The NCO led him into the back whilst Ahmed and I sat on a bench and 

waited.

Jerez returned after ten minutes with an uniformed inspector.

"The Inspector would like to see your passport." Jerez said.

"It's in my cabin. Do you want me to go and get it."

"Would you mind?"

"Not if he needs it." 

I was off. I was sweating profusely by the time I got back to my cabin. I let 

myself in.

What was that noise I heard from Linda's room?

I opened my door and stepped into the corridor.

Her door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open.

Mahet, the night Steward was bending over Jenny's suitcase.

"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped.

He spun around as if I had shot him.

"Just tidying the cabin, Sir."

I caught a glimpse of something shinning and yellow amongst the clothing. 

"That will be all for now."

I walked past him and closed the suitcase.

"It's just some trinket they bought in Cairo." I said.

"Yes Sir." He said backing to the door. "Very good."

He was out in the corridor and away.

Jenny had kept her necklace in her dirty washing bag. I suppose he could have 

been collecting dirty laundry. No, he shouldn't go into suitcases for it. I 

looked into Linda's suitcase. Hers should be in an elasticated pocket for 

documents at the back. It was empty.

What to do? If I reported it then the police would be informed and we would get 

into trouble for concealing it and importing it without a licence. Or theft of a 

national treasure. That could mean years in prison. Beatings and rapes. Christ 

knows what they would do to the girls.

We hadn't realised it was an important Egyptian artefact when we had left 

Cyprus. In hindsight it had been a stupid thing to do.

Couldn't report it then.

If he had the first one and he knew we had a second. He could come back. 

Especially if we did nothing.

I must get rid of the other one. Over the side? No, it was an important artefact 

after all. I'd save that one as a last resort. Post it to the authorities at the 

museum in Cairo. No. They would be able to trace when and where it was sent from 




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and it wouldn't take too much to work out who was the most likely to have sent 

it. 

One thing the British did leave Egypt when she ceased to be a protectorate was 

an efficient postal service.

Post.

Now that was an idea.

I slipped the necklace inside my shirt. Went back into my own cabin after 

ensuring the catch was down on Linda's door and collected my passport.

Up on deck I saw on of the ship's officers, well, they performed that function, 

and asked if he knew where Mahet was.

He told me he had last seen him going down the gangplank and he was in a lot of 

trouble if he caught hold of him. All the crew were required for restocking and 

cleaning of the boat whilst the passengers were ashore.

I thanked him and left the boat.

I recalled passing a customs house and post office when we had walked to the 

police station.

I went inside. I found somebody who could speak English and asked to post a 

parcel.

Air mail or surface. Airmail would leave the following morning on the coach to 

Cairo. Surface mail would leave within three hours on a steamship.

I choose surface mail as the quickest way to get rid of it and purchased a 

padded envelope, wrote a brief note to my grandfather and addressed the envelope 

to him in Somerset. I paid the postage and handed over the envelope. I stepped 

back and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw it placed in a brown sack with an 

official looking logo stamped on the side.

I took the opportunity to fill in a couple of postcards. One to Steve, with 

something fairly rude on it, the other to my parents with the usual wish you 

were here bit.

I found my way to the police station. Jerez and Ahmed stood on the steps looking 

out for me.

"Sorry it took me so long." I said. "I got lost."

I taken in front of the Inspector whom, I suppose, was trying to convince 

himself I wasn't drug runner or white slaver or something similar. He called his 

clerk in and gave him my passport.

Jerez made some phone calls in Egyptian whilst I dictated a telegraph to the 

station clerk to my father requesting funds be transferred to an account in 

Cairo that I was given the details of.

I was feeling a little uneasy about all this. Still if the police were aware of 

what were happening and as the sum involved was not a fortune, then it was worth 

a chance.

It took two hours for us to finish in the police station. We were just about to 

leave when all sorts of commotion started. There had been a fight in the market 

quarter between two religious factions. One man had been killed.

His body was being brought to the police station in the absence of a morgue. We 

were standing in the foyer when the body was carried in. He was carried by three 

policemen. His head was tilted back. The front of his Stewards shirt stained in 

blood.

The Inspector looked at me.

"Do you know him?" He asked

"It is Mahet, the night Steward from our boat."

Chapter 2.

It was another two hours before I was allowed back to the boat. 

I explained that I had only briefly seen the man on three occasions. Twice the 

night before when he had got the drinks and once this morning when I had 

disturbed him cleaning our cabins. 

I was left in a room for twenty minutes on my own then released. I asked where 

Jerez and Ahmed were and was told they had already returned to the boat to make 

sure it waited for my return.

Jenny was waiting for me at the top of the gangplank.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me.

"Can't I leave you alone for a minute. I was so worried. We heard of fighting in 

the town. Somebody was killed. The Americans had to run all the way back. Then 

we all had to stay in the lounge and dining room. Then you weren't here. I 

didn't know what to think."

"Well." I started to explain.

"Not here." She said. "In the cabin. I've got something to tell you."

We went into Linda's cabin. She was wrapped in a towel. She must have just come 

out of the shower.

"We've been robbed." Linda said. "Both the necklaces have gone."

I told them what had happened.

"Do you think we should tell somebody?" Jenny asked.

"No." Linda said. "I think Paul did the best thing in the circumstances."

She looked at me.

"You weren't involved in anything?"

"No of course not."

"That's it then. We keep our heads down. Say nothing and enjoy the holiday."

I went back to my cabin. I'd hoped Jenny would follow me. She didn't.

Lee-Anne was in the corridor.

"I heard you'd come back." She said.

The boat lurched suddenly and threw us together. I automatically put my arms 

around her.

"Time to look at your dressing." She opened my door and we entered. Closing and 

locking it she sat down beside me on the bed.

"What happened to you?" She asked.

Leaving out the part about the necklaces I told her.

"The police kept you there a long time." She mused.

"I had other business about a friend of mine in a Turkish gaol."

"Oh yes. With those two Egyptians. How did that go?"

"Well I think. I'm a bit dubious about transferring money to the bank account 

they told me too. Still if it

gets Len out it'll make Linda happy."

"I think she's quite happy with the way things are at the moment."

"I glad she's friends again with Jenny. They had a row the other day and Jenny 

was very upset."

"Don't you mind Jenny doesn't sleep with you?"

"Well. Yes, but after what's happened to Linda she still very nervous about 

being alone."

"What happened?"

As we spoke she unbuttoned my shirt and eased it off my shoulders. She peeled 

off the dressing.

"You'll be as good as new soon. Leave it off for a bit a let some air get to 

it."

Her hand went to my balls. I coughed.

"We've done that bit." She brushed my cheek with her lips.

"I don't think we should be doing this."

"Don't spoil it."

"But I have to think about Jenny."

"Think about her." 

She placed my hand upon her breast. It was a lot larger and softer than Jenny's. 

I felt the nipple harden.

"I'm a big girl now." She continued. "I know what I'm getting into. I won't make 

it obvious, in public. If Jenny suspects I'll lay off. I'm not asking anything 

from you except that you do again what we've already done. You don't have to 

love me or anything."

My hand was still on her breast. I put it inside her dress and bra and pulled it 

out. The nipple stood out. I lowered my lips to it. Swirling my tongue around it 

as I sucked it into my mouth.

She caught her breath and ran her fingers through my hair. 

Perhaps if I could satisfy her with my mouth she would be happy and I wouldn't 

really be cheating on Jenny.

I'd salved my conscience before like that with Melissa and Chloe.

This was different. I'd already fucked her twice, I think. That deeds been done.

And I did like her. I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't stop myself.

My hand had slipped, without any conscious effort on my part, between her legs 

and I was rubbing up and down her slit through her knickers. She lay on her back 

and lifted her ass off the bed.

I looked into her eyes then pulled her knickers off. My prick was hard and 

throbbing inside my trousers so I undid them and pulled them down to my knees. 

She put her hand on my prick and pulled me towards her fanny. She positioned me 

against her entrance and bent her knees. Her fanny lips opened and I sank into 

her. She wrapped her arms around my back as I began moving in and out of her.

I moved faster. Her hips moved in circles, trying to keep pace with me. I felt 

her fanny grip me. Heard a gurgling at the back of her throat and came inside 

her.

I looked down at her flushed features.

"Is this a good time to ask if you're on the pill."

"I think I know how to look after myself." She lifted her head and kissed my 

chin. "After all I am a Doctor."

I wriggled about inside to get more comfortable.

"I'd better be going." She looked down to where we were still joined.

I pulled out of her.

"Oh, of course. Sorry. I didn't think." I burbled.

They'll probably write that on my tombstone.

I stood up and removed my clothes as she put back on her knickers.

She looked me up and down.

"I haven't time."

Heaven forbid. The last thing I needed was another fuck.

"I'm going for a shower."

"I'll see you in the lounge for tea."

I put my arms around her and we kissed. My prick did twitch a bit. She felt it 

against her pubic mound and smiled into my eyes.

"See you later."

She turned and left the cabin.

I felt hungry. I'd missed lunch so I pulled the bell cord and ordered some 

sandwiches and beer from the Steward when he arrived.

I had time for a shower first. I went into the bathroom and switched it on. I 

used the toilet, front and back, and picked up my razor. What were all these 

little curly hairs under the blade? Had Jenny been using it to shave her fanny? 

She had promised to one day after we'd seen Melissa's that time.

I stepped under the water. Why was it always just off freezing?

I soaped myself all over, included my hair. It had been a dusty town.

I stopped. There was a hand on my back, running down my spine, squeezing an ass 

cheek. I reached behind and pulled Jenny into the shower. She was naked. I 

looked down at her fanny. It still had it's thin covering of hair.

"Suppose it hadn't been me?"

"Who else would it be?"

"You're Doctor friend spends a lot of time in here."

Oh Oh. What was she getting at?

"She's very thorough. Besides we'd both be alone most of the time otherwise."

Back at you.

"Yes. I'm sorry about that. Loosing the necklace has made Linda even more 

worried and nervous. I don't know when I'll be able to leave her on her own at 

nights."

I felt her ass cheeks. She pushed her pubic mound against my prick.

Despite the fact that I really didn't need another fuck I felt my prick respond. 

Jenny reached between us and cupped my balls. My pricked jerked to attention. 

Well perhaps a quick one.

I switched off the shower and picked up the towel from the bar. I started drying 

myself.

"Hey, what about me?" Jenny asked.

"Only one towel."

I turned to her and started drying her. She took an end and rubbed back.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello." I called.

"Abdul the Steward, Sir."

"Bring it in."

Jenny looked at me, her head on one side.

"I was hungry."

"Let's see what you've got." She said looking into the main cabin and checking 

to see what the Steward had left.

A tray was sitting on the dressing table. Goat milks cheese sandwiches in a 

coarse brown bread and a pint bottle of beer.

"I missed my lunch because of you." She said picking up a sandwich. "Beer 

please."

The bottle had been opened so I filled the glass and handed it to her. 

I sat on the one chair in the cabin. Jenny sat on my lap, trapping my prick 

between her thigh and my stomach.

"Good." She said, holding the beer glass to my lips while I sipped. "I feel 

safer when I know where it is."

I picked up a sandwich and ran the middle finger of my other hand up and down 

the crack of her ass while we ate and drank.

I was still hard when we finished. 

Jenny stood up and burped softly. I belched so that everybody could hear.

She took my prick in her hand a stroked it a few times.

"I don't think I could stand too much bouncing about on top of after that." She 

said, leading me by the prick to the bed. "Do you mind if it's only a quickie, 

doggy fashion."

She climbed onto the nearest bed on her hands and knees, I knelt behind her and 

pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"No. Anything you want." I said.

"No." She looked over her shoulder at me. "It's what you want."

"I want what you want." I said spreading her fanny lips with one hand and 

guiding the tip of my prick against her opening with the other. 

"You sure?" She said, then gasped as I pushed inside her.

I'd known her wetter and the first few strokes were sore but her juices soon 

started to flow and I began moving easily in and out of her. She arched her back 

and thrust her hips back at me in time with my movements, her fanny gripping me. 

I thought I'd must have been near running on empty in the balls department and 

would take a long time to come but I was wrong. Maybe it was the movements of 

her ass or just the fact that I was inside Jenny that I soon felt the familiar 

tightening of the balls and the swelling of my prick. She hadn't come so I tried 

to fight it.

"Don't hold back. Give it to me faster." She panted.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. My prick jerked inside her fanny. Coating her 

insides with my come.

I pulled out of her and watched as her fanny lips slowly closed.

I climbed off the bed and she stood up and faced me.

I put my arms around her and squeezed her ass cheeks.

"Must go." She broke free of my embrace. "I promised Linda I'd go with her to 

ask the tour guide some questions. She's worried he might try to get off with 

her if she sees him alone. We were talking to one other couple at the ruins 

today, from Manchester they are, and they do this trip twice a year and he 

always ends up with one of the passengers. Apparently this trip can be addictive 

as there are three other couples who also this trip at least twice a year. We 

think the guide is probably knocking the women off. There are only two 

unattached girls on the boat this trip and that's Lee-Anne and Linda so I think 

he's bound to try for one of them if his reputation is anything to go by."

She kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll see you at tea."

Cruising up the Nile 7. 

A Paul and Jenny Story. 

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.) 

All events and characters are fictitious.

Chapter 1.

After dinner that evening we sat out on deck with Lee-Anne and the two 

Egyptians.

Jerez told of stories of the history of the places we were passing that would 

never appear in any textbook.

The girls were fascinated. I admit I found it interesting.

Out of respect for their religion we didn't drink alcohol when we were with 

them. Jenny's idea, not mine. A large pitcher of orange squash stood on the 

table. We all had either a glass or coffee cup in front of us. 

"Then there was a religious sect who lived above one of the villages we will 

stop at on our return journey." Jerez sipped at his coffee. "Three hundred years 

before the birth of Christ Jesus, blessings to his name."

It was funny how the Arab hated Jews yet tolerated Christians and yet we all 

believed in the same one God. 

I know I'd had Jenny that afternoon but I missed not having her with me all the 

time. Even back in Bristol, when I knew we'd met again that evening, I'd start 

to walk towards where her lecture halls were during breaks between my own 

lectures. I knew I'd never get there and back in time but I still did it. I 

never got to see her. She'd think I was silly if I told her.

"They had some very sexy rites." Jerez continued.

My ears pricked up.

"Each Pharaoh when he assumed power had to choose the religion for the country. 

Most accepted that of the predecessors, but some, especially those who came upon 

the throne unexpectedly would try to impose the gods they followed."

Another sip of coffee. Ahmed excused himself. The others' of Lee-Anne's party 

were in the lounge behind us. I looked up occasionally and saw the two girls 

staring at us through the windows. I beckoned to them.

"Howdy folks." Patsy was carrying a bottle of wine. Martine a tray of glasses.

"We sent those two drunkards to bed." Martine said placing the tray on the table 

in front of us. "Who's for a drink."

Well I wasn't going to refuse. Then I looked at Jenny.

"Yes please." Said Jerez.

"But I thought." Linda started.

"Well who do you think they brew the beer for in Egypt." Jerez picked up the 

bottle and started filling glasses. "It is true that in many countries near here 

many things are frowned upon. Perhaps it is a legacy from the British some laws 

are broken, amongst friends."

We all drank to that.

"What are you talking about?" Martine asked squeezing in beside Jerez. He had 

Lee-Anne and Linda on the other side of him on a bench made for three. Jenny sat 

on a chair at the end of the table near Linda whilst Ahmed and I had sat 

opposite the bench. Patsy took Ahmed's chair.

"Jerez was going to tell us a sexy story." Lee-Anne said looking at me. She 

reached up and pulled the top of her blouse away from her breasts to let the 

cool evening air circulate. I saw Jerez look down the front of it.

"May I join you?" It was Mahed. The tour-guide.

"Please do." I said and he pulled up a chair next to Patsy.

Jerez started his story.

"As I was saying. Over two thousand years ago there was a religious sect in the 

hills on the other side of the river. The Pharaohs second favourite son had been 

enticed into joining them by the priests giving young maidens to him. They had 

nine handmaidens of the priests who were deflowered by the high priest and used 

to look after their needs. Should one become pregnant they were sent to live in 

a commune outside the temple and, after the birth of their child, made to raise 

funds for the temple by giving their bodies to travellers."

He clapped his hands and a Steward appeared as if by magic.

"Two bottles of wine and some coffee." He said. "And a large Brandy." He pointed 

at me. 

"The hand-maidens wore flowing white robes and exquisite jewellery." He 

continued his story. "Golden necklaces and bracelets. All endowed with magical 

powers. They were probably given something to make them feel sexy as most 

ceremony ended in an orgy of lust. Even the common people, who were allowed in 

to certain ceremonies could satisfy themselves on one handmaiden. Mostly though 

they were kept for the priestly class."

The drinks arrived. I sipped at my Brandy.

"One new Pharaoh was a member of this sect before assuming the throne. His elder 

brother died just before their father, some say he was murdered, and suddenly, 

unexpectedly, he became Pharaoh. The priests of his sect wanted him to promote 

their religion but at court he was pressured into maintaining the status quo."

I noticed his glass was only half full and that he never touched it. 

"This upset the Priests who threatened to unleash a powerful deity to destroy 

his line for ever. The Pharaoh heard that they were performing the ceremony and 

came with soldiers. They broke into the temple complex as the ceremony was in 

progress. The priests heard and abandoned the ceremony just before it was 

completed and hid their urns and orbs and the handmaidens jewellery in a secret 

compartment known only to a few. They then tried to escape through the many 

secret tunnels that had been built below the temple complex ordering the 

handmaidens to strip naked and give themselves to the soldiers. The first 

soldiers stopped to satisfy themselves but the Pharaoh arrived and ordered the 

girls to be taken to the Royal Palace and used there to service the lowest of 

his slaves. Any priests they caught were killed but a few escaped and were never 

heard of again. The Pharaoh had the Temple complex pulled to the ground and it 

was thought the sect had died out."

He paused and looked around.

"In the nineteen twenties a team of German archaeologists were excavating the 

old temple complex and discovered the hiding place of the jewellery. This was 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10: A June Wedding

Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious. (Glossary - Fanny = Vagina) 

Note. The Paul and Jenny series of stories begin in the late 1960's and continue through to the current day. They revolve around two lovers, Paul Wagstaffe and Jenny Fletcher. They meet on camp in Northern Ireland where they take each other's virginity then have many adventures. They were never intended as purely 'stroke' stories. Just good, sexy fun. I hope you enjoy them. - Paul.

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Chapter 1

June 1971.

I awoke with a hard on. 

The sun was streaming in through the curtains on the front window. I turned onto my side, the tip of my prick nestling between Jenny's ass cheeks. I breathed in the smell of her hair. So fresh and clean. I placed my hand on her hip then moved it across her belly and onto a breast. She seemed to purr. I pushed against her with my prick. I could feel her ass cheeks open slightly. My prick slipping in between them.

She lifted her leg and, reaching back between them, guided my prick to the lips of her fanny. I pushed forward, feeling her open, slipping inside her. She closed her legs, her hole tightening around me. I moved in and out.

I supported my head with my other hand and looked down on her.

It was nearly two years since we first met. Such a lot had happened in that time.

From virgin to eight notches on my bedstead. Mostly unintended it's true. 

I quickened my strokes as I remembered the time I'd had Sammy at the party. Watching as my prick slid in and out of her ass hole, glistening in its coating of Vaseline.

Jenny was looking back, over her shoulder at me.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked.

"Concentrating on you." Well, a part of me was.

"Oh." She said, and turned her head away.

I squeezed her breast, then ran my finger tips around her nipple.

She turned her head back to me, pursing her lips for a kiss.

I craned my head around her and managed to contact hers with mine.

"Good morning." She smiled. "We never seem to do things in the right order."

"What do you mean?" I panted. I was nearly there.

She was breathing heavily herself.

"Most people say good morning first. Then shag."

Her language. That Linda had a lot to answer for.

"Hmm." I moaned. It wouldn't be long now.

"What present shall we get John and Linda?"

"I don't mind. You choose." Be quiet, I wanted to come.

"You're not getting out of it like that." She was squeezing me with her fanny lips. "You're coming with me."

She was right. I was and so was she.

I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back. I put my arm around her as she turned to face me. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Alright, I'll come." I rubbed the top of the crack between her ass cheeks. "We have to go down town this morning anyway."

"Oh, why?" She asked, innocently.

"Your Opticians appointment."

"Id forgotten that."

"No you hadn't. You just don't want to go."

She put her hand on my balls then my prick. It started growing. She stroked it and it grew some more.

"I don't want to wear glasses."

She was still stroking my prick.

"I think you'll look nice in them."

She swung her knee across my hips and straddled me. Placing the tip of my prick inside her fanny she slowly sank 

down upon it.

She placed her hands on my chest as she rode up and down.

"You won't make me go, will you?"

"It's for your own good."

"Oh, don't make me."

"You've got to."

Her fanny gripped my prick.

"You really are going to make me go, aren't you?"

"Yes." I could be firm.

She climbed off me and lay on her back by my side.

"In that case I don't see why I should do all the work."

"All the work?" I protested moving on top of her. "Who put all the effort into it last time?"

We were both so wet I hardly felt my prick enter her.

I could feel her nails just pressing into my flesh.

"Are you saying I don't pull my weight?" They started to dig in.

"No. Of course not." I hurried to assure her.

The pressure relaxed and I started to stroke in and out.

"I should hope not." She ran the palms of her hands up and down my sides and back.

I must have been in contact with something inside her as I felt the familiar contracting of my balls and the swelling of my prick.

"Can I ask you a question?" She smiled up at me.

"In an minute." I managed to squeeze out as I started to come.

I let out a deep breath and grunted.

I pulled out.

Lying on my back I took a few deep breaths.

"What did you want to ask?"

"Just if you were coming."

"Bitch."

She got out of bed and threw a pillow at me.

I fended it off and watch her walk naked across the bedroom floor to the landing. I loved the way her ass cheeks moved. I knew she knew I was watching and over emphasised the movements but I didn't care. I heard the toilet flush then the shower being turned on.

I got out of bed and walked across the landing and opened the bathroom door. Jenny was inside the shower curtain. I stepped into the bath and joined her. Picking up the bath sponge I rubbed her back. 

She poured some shampoo onto her hands and rubbed it through her hair. She kept it shoulder length so she could shampoo frequently without it taking the hours it did Linda and Shirley.

I picked up the shampoo and did my own head and thought of Linda.

With Bill's sudden departure as head of the archaeology section Linda had applied to move to another University in the North of England and had been accepted. It was also partly to get away from Len.

Things had never been the same between them after he returned from prison in Turkey. She had always blown hot and cold towards him but I thought he deserved better from her for the way he had stuck by her after her rape ordeal.

Jenny didn't agree. She said that that wasn't something you could build a relationship around.

Didn't loyalty count for anything? I asked. Then I decided not to labour that point. Anyway, Linda could do no wrong in Jenny's eyes and it was an argument I wouldn't win.

Jenny turned the shower off and we got out and dried ourselves.

The telephone rang downstairs.

Jenny looked at me.

"It'll be for you." I said. "It always is."

"I have to do everything around here."

She threw her towel at me and went downstairs to answer the phone.

I went back into the bedroom and dressed in underpants, shirt and jeans.

I pulled on my socks and slippers and went downstairs. Still rubbing my hair with my towel.

Jenny was standing at the hall table on one leg, her other bent with the knee resting on the chair. I stood close behind her and rubbed the area between her two holes with a fingertip.

She stopped talking and turned her head for me to kiss.

She pulled the towel from me as I walked away and mouthed the word tea.

I went into the kitchen and switched on the kettle. I went out to the utility room and opened the tumble dryer door. I pulled the clothes from it into our two-handled Moses wicker basket and carried them back into the kitchen.

I sorted through them on the kitchen table as the kettle boiled. 

I poured water into the teapot, spooned in some tea and took Jenny jeans, socks, bra, knickers and a T-shirt.

She kissed me so I squeezed a breast.

"Tea." She waved me away.

Back in the kitchen I put four eggs on to boil slowly, poured the tea into two mugs, spooned half a teaspoon of sugar into each one. I added another half a spoonful to my mug as she wasn't looking and carried them out into the hall.

I placed Jenny's mug on the table. Squeezed an ass-cheek through her knickers and went upstairs.

After visiting the toilet I went into the bathroom, shaved, cleaned my teeth and combed my hair. 

Coming back downstairs I turned the eggs down to simmer and put some bread in the toaster. I refilled the kettle, switched it back on and took the marmalade from the cupboard and the butter from the fridge. 

Placing the clothes back into the basket I put it under the table. I placed the butter dish and marmalade on one place mat. Taking eggcups and side plates from the cupboard I arranged the table. The kettle was boiling so I re-filled the teapot and placed it on the table on its stand near the sugar and milk. The toast was done so I put it on a plate and set some more off.

"Jenny. Breakfast." I shouted.

"Coming." She replied.

"It's getting cold." I knew her.

I took the eggs off the heat and turned off the gas. Running the saucepan under the cold tap for a few seconds I used a spoon to place the eggs in the eggcups. Watching fascinated, as the heat evaporated their thin covering of water.

Placing the egg cups on side plates on the table I took knives and teaspoons from the drawer and sat down. The toaster popped. I collected the second round of toast, put it on the plate and sat down again.

I cracked the top of an egg. The yolk was just off hard inside.

"Jenny. It's done." I filled my mouth with egg and buttered some toast

I heard her saying good bye and she came into the kitchen tucking in her T-shirt and buttoning the top button of her jeans.

She sat down and attacked an egg.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Shirley."

"And?"

"She coming shopping with us this morning."

Chapter 2

We picked up Shirley at ten o'clock and battled through the traffic into the centre of Bristol to find a space in the multi-storey car park. 

They were like two little schoolgirls together. You wouldn't think that they were on the same course and attended the same lectures each day. They acted like they hadn't seen each other in weeks. Laughing and giggling. Making rude comments about the people we passed in the street. They were much worse than men were.

Jenny pulled me to one side at one stage and asked me how much money I had. I was duly handed my post office book, which I didn't know she had on her, and sent to the main post office to draw out a lot of money. She thought we might spend some today. I drew out two hundred pounds, the maximum I was allowed to in one day and got into trouble with Jenny for taking out too much.

"We don't have to spend it all." I told her.

She looked at me sadly.

Then we were off again.

I didn't realise there were so many shops in the centre of Bristol. And we had to visit most of them twice to compare prices and designs. We bought a silver plate teapot and tray and Shirley the matching milk jug and sugar bowl for John and Jane.

On and off the girls would discuss whether it was hats and gloves or just hats or no hats. Then what colour?

One o'clock approached. We were about as far away from the opticians as we could be by some quirk of fate.

"Come on." I took Jenny's hand. "It's time."

"Time for what?" Shirley asked.

"Jenny's opticians appointment."

"I didn't know you needed glasses." Shirley said as I half dragged Jenny down the high street.

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"Look if you don't get your eyes tested you are not driving the car anymore."

"My car."

"I won't give you money to feed it."

"Bet you would."

I could see myself loosing this argument.

"We'll come in with you."

"Are you going to get yours tested?"

"I don't need mine tested."

"Bet you do. Your Grandfather wears glasses."

"Only for reading and besides he's over seventy. My Father doesn't and he will be fifty next birthday."

"It's not fair."

At last we reached the opticians. I opened the door for the girls.

I took a seat while Jenny and Shirley spoke to the receptionist.

I sat looking at their backs. Well asses to be exact. Both were wearing jeans the seams of which just crept into the crack between their ass cheeks. Jenny was about five feet five inches, Shirley perhaps an inch taller at most with the fuller figure and bigger tits and I from what I recalled from a Saturday afternoon the previous year, the hairier fanny. Her hair, a shade or two lighter than Jenny's, reached half way down her back.

Had Linda been here she would have been a definite inch above her.

I wondered what was happening with Linda. She was probably coming to the wedding the following weekend. 

My Grandfather was away in Spain for a fortnight so we had let John and Jane set up a marquee inside the walled garden for their reception. A horse and buggy ride up the bridle path to our little bridge, stopping there for photos, then the lower terrace for more photo's. My Mother was in her element organising things with Jane. They were even going to use the secret tunnel from the walled garden to the main house to change for their honeymoon. The best bit was that I didn't have to drive anywhere so I could drink a lot of beer.

Shirley came and sat down by my side as Jenny was led away. If she had been going to the gallows she couldn't have looked more depressed.

I sat and chatted with Shirley for the ten minutes or so Jenny was gone.

The two girls, Rose and Sharon, who come on the dig to Cyprus, had moved in with her. Trying to re-grow their virginity's, Linda had said before she left in a reference to the fact that none had a boyfriend.

Shirley asked if I had heard anymore from Egypt.

"No." I replied. " Jerez has spent quite of bit of his time in America with Lee-Anne. They took statements from us all before we were allowed to leave the country. Jerez did suggest nobody mention the orgy in the Temple. Also, to us, that we leave out the part about smuggling two necklaces into the country. Not that the Egyptian authorities minded that. The Cypriot's might have however. They put it out that Ahmed had acquired them in some way. The Cypriots did ask for them back but the Egyptians are standing firm on that. Jerez did recommend we do not holiday in Cyprus for a while. They didn't find any bodies in the caves in Cyprus when they had finished excavating and as Herr Kesler and his friends did not use their real names to us nobody knows if they are on the Island or not. Hans has disappeared off the face of the earth as well, I hope nothing happened to him. He is better off with Kessler and co then staying with Bill and Stavros anyway." 

"But they are criminals who tried to kill you." Shirley protested.

"But they wouldn't be buggering him every night."

She looked a little wistful for a moment.

"Oh, no. They shouldn't have done that to him. But I still couldn't believe it of Bill. He was dishy. He could have had his pick of the students and most of the female tutors."

"It takes all kinds." 

I wondered what I would have done had he tried it on me. I hoped I would have rejected him out of hand. Of course 

I would have.

Just then Jenny re-appeared from the cubical in the rear of the shop.

She didn't look happy.

"Well?" I asked, standing up.

"I'm to choose a frame." She sounded crestfallen.

"Don't be upset." I said walking to the ladies frame section. "There are some really sexy ones over here."

I handed her a pair of narrow oval frames. She put them on.

"They make me look Chinese." She said looking in a mirror.

I handed her a pair of round frames. She put them on.

"They make me look like an Owl."

"I like Owls." 

I put them back.

"There are always the National Health ones like John Lennon wears." Shirley said peering at the metal-framed glasses.

"Give me the Owl glasses again." Jenny put them back on. 

"I've seen worse." She said, examining herself from different angles.

"That's settled then. You only look like a little Owl."

She punched me on the arm.

Chapter 3

I liked Sunday mornings. When we had a chance to lie in that is.

Most Sundays we had to either drive up to Jenny's parents or down to mine. I didn't mind going down to mine. I had the chance to see my dog, Millie.

She was getting on a bit now. We had discussed bringing her up to Bristol but it would have meant locking her up in the house whilst we were at lectures. That wouldn't be fair.

Neither would taking her out of the environment she had known all her life. 

My Grandfather liked the company anyway and as he said, she gave him something to get up for now Grandmother had gone. I saw him at least twice a month and each time he appeared to be going downhill a little more.

I looked at my watch on the bedside table. Eight fifteen. Jenny wanted to be up in half an hour. She was picking up Shirley who was coming to work for a couple of hours on some course work with Jenny and was then staying for lunch. Jenny was going to prepare everything before she went to pick her up so we had only to switch on the rings when we wanted to eat.

The piece of beef we had bought the previous day would go in when she left and as long as I kept an eye on it things would be perfect for around two o'clock. We should also have time for a drink in the pub before dinner.

This is the way to spend a Sunday. Now if I could just get it off to the right start.

Jenny was on her side facing away from me. My prick was hard. What more did I need?

I lifted her ass cheek and slid my prick between them. The tip was just touching her anus. 

I pushed against it.

"Ow." She yelped, pulling away. "What did you do that for?"

"I wanted to see if you were awake."

"I bloody am now."

"Oh, don't be like that."

"Well it hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I promise."

"Make sure you don't."

She threw back the covers.

"Where are you going?" I asked. Things weren't going to plan.

"I've got things to do before I go and get Shirley."

"But."

"Thanks for waking me."

She swung her legs onto the floor. 

She wasn't getting away with this. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her onto the bed.

"Stop it, Paul." She tried to push me away as I grabbed her hip and pulled her back onto the bed. "I haven't got time."

"Yes you have." I said, kneeling between her legs and looking down on her. My prick was rubbing against her fanny lips. Opening them, then letting them close. I pushed fully inside her. She arched her back to take me. I pulled almost out then thrust in again. She gasped. Again and again. Back out to her entrance then right in until our pubic mounds touched. Her hands were on my shoulder blades, her feet on my ass cheeks. I heard her change of breathing, felt the spasms in her fanny as she came. Three more thrusts and I was there, pumping inside her.

I pulled out and lay by her side.

"Did you just rape me?" She asked.

"Don't think so." I felt one of her breasts. "It's not rape if you come."

"I must remember that."

"I'm sure it's true."

"Sounds like it could be."

"You didn't mind, really, did you?"

"No." She turned and kissed me. "Just don't make a habit out of it. When I say no, it's no."

"But sometimes you say no and you want me to do it."




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10



"I know. You've just got to learn how to recognise the difference."

"Life's very complicated."

"Only for you."

Chapter 4

I read the Sunday paper at the kitchen table in between shelling peas, slicing runner beans and drinking tea.

I needed to think. Jenny had told me that they wanted her to stay on at University and study for her Masters degree if, as expected, she took a first next summer. They didn't ask me too.

Well you couldn't in economics.

But what was I to do?

I had a place waiting for me in my Fathers firm of Accountants but did I really want that?

I didn't want to live down there whilst Jenny stayed in Bristol, only seeing her at weekends.

Should I apply to work for a Bristol based firm? I could hardly go and say I only want to work for a year. Jenny had her mind set on teaching in a small village primary School. I pointed out that an MA in English and modern languages would be wasted on five to eleven year olds. She has been pondering this for a week or two now. 

What were we going to do?

I heard the car pull up outside and went to open the front door.

Jenny and Shirley were getting out of the car. Jenny in her jeans and T-shirt and Shirley in a dress that stopped at mid-thigh. Shirley turned and bent over to reach something on the back seat giving me a full view of her white knickers as they disappead between the cheeks of her ass. Jenny coughed. I looked up into the air.

Shirley handed me a bottle of wine as we went back into the house. Jenny was carrying a bunch of flowers.

"You never buy me flowers." She said.

"I do." I protested.

"Twice."

"Don't start arguing again, you two." Shirley said. "It's too nice a day."

She was right it was but she was also right that Jenny and I were arguing a lot recently. If outsiders were noticing we needed to talk about it. We had both changed since our trips to Cyprus and the Nile. I realised that. I'd sometimes catch her staring out of the window, lost in thought. What was she thinking about, Linda?

I had never mentioned her affair with Linda although it had often preyed on my mind. Thinking back I realised that I had been blind to what had been going on between them. The signs were there for everybody to see. I thought of some of the comments passed by Lee-Anne, Martine and Patsy, even Jerez. They all knew but I had to stumble upon them together in bed before I did.

The strange thing was I didn't feel threatened by it. It would have destroyed me if it had been a man. With Mike it had been a one off and she had been drunk. I could live with that. I didn't like having to, but I could.

But what if she ever found out about my own affairs? I didn't want to have anyone but her. It was just that things seemed to happen to me. I liked women. I liked the way Shirley looked now. Long legs, ass cheeks just right for holding. She could make some man very happy. She could make me. No. Stop it.

Jenny came in to the front room with three mugs of tea on a tray and placed it on the coffee table. She sat on the arm of my chair so I squeezed an ass cheek then let my hand rest on her hip.

"I'm going to ring the hair-dresser in Taunton and see if we can get an appointment with mine on Friday afternoon."

We were leaving for Somerset after our Friday morning lectures.

"No harm in asking." I said looking at Shirley's thighs. Sitting on the sofa the hem of her dress hardly covered her knickers.

Stop it. I squeezed Jenny's ass again.

"Right." Jenny stood up. "We have work to do so you go and watch the beef."

"It's got at least two hours left."

"A lot can happen in two hours and if you come with us you'll only muck about and nobody will get any work done."

"Alright."

"I'm sorry if we're messing you about, Paul." Shirley smiled at me.

I thought back to the time I'd seen her on her hands and knees in the back of the Mini-bus with Steve moving in and out of her fanny. I wondered whom he was bringing to the wedding.

"Oh it's alright." I said standing up. "I'm used to it."

"You poor, hard done by little thing." Jenny said, kissing me on the cheek. "Now go on and be a good boy."

"Yes, Miss." I was helping her practice to become a teacher.

I went back into the kitchen and my newspaper.

I heard the door to the attic open and close. We had moved the office from the spare bedroom to the attic room where we would have more space and bought a single bed, wardrobe, dressing table and bedside table for what was now our guest bedroom. The room was half the size of our bedroom and the bed was comfortable. Well it was when Jenny and I tried it out for size and back support.

I'd enjoyed that. Jenny on her back with her legs open wide. Her fanny lips slightly open inviting my entry. I'd had to kiss them. Swirl my tongue around inside them. Then I moved up the bed and Jenny guided my prick inside her. She'd wrapped her legs around me as I pumped in and out of her. Making little gurgling sounds in the back of her throat She had beat me to coming by three thrusts.

As we remained joined together afterwards she said.

"I hope you didn't enjoy that. It was supposed to be a scientific study into the suitability of this bed for shagging."

"It works alright for me." Was my contribution to the study.

"I don't think you were taking this seriously."

"Well then." I could feel my prick growing inside her. "We'll just have to repeat the experiment."

I'd moved slowly in and out. She lifted up her mouth to be kissed.

"Yes." She moaned. "It will need a long slow study this time."

"I'll do my best."

I kept up a slow steady rhythm for as long as I could then the feelings came over me and I speeded up.

She gasped. Grunted and came. I quickened. Faster. Building up. I was almost there. Her fanny was gripping me like a vice. I was there. 

She smiled up at me.

"I think that was a thorough test." She kissed my nose and I pulled from her.

I switched the kettle back on and looked at my watch. A quarter to eleven. I opened the back door and walked around the back garden.

I smiled to myself as I remembered the scene at breakfast on the boat on the Nile.

Jenny was dressed only in my shirt when we had come on board after getting help to recover the Police car and 

driving along the coast until we had overtaken the boat then followed it slowly until we found a place for it to pull in.

Linda had thrown herself at us as we came on board and followed us to our cabin whilst we changed.

I could see she had been crying. Realisation that her lover, Hamed, was dead must have finally hit her. She looked as if she hadn't slept.

Lee-Anne had come in and checked us both over with Jerez, to whom I gave the necklace from the Temple, and then led the way to breakfast.

Strangely, considering the exertions of some the previous evening, breakfast was well attended.

Despite the number of people there, most seemed to be avoiding eye contact. Certainly amongst the Temple party.

I was sitting there with a smile of self-rightedness on my face then the remembrance of Patsy riding my prick and Lee-Anne my mouth and then fucking Linda as part of Jerez's ceremony came back to me.

I looked around sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

Jerez had made a number of phone calls later that morning from the police station we'd stopped at on the way up river and the cruise for some of us was over. Bussed back to Luxor, then the Temple, then on to Cairo. Stopping in small Hotels. Then finally on the plane back to England. And after all that I didn't get to visit the Pyramids.

I could see the kitchen windows steaming up and returned to turn the electric kettle off. We had to get one with an automatic cut out. It had almost boiled dry one time whilst I was shagging Jenny on the kitchen table.

I made more tea and took them both up a mug. I noticed how all my books had been stacked on the shelves of the bookcase. I was in danger of losing my desk.

I went back to the kitchen and finished my paper. Then into the living room and picked out some tunes on the piano my mother had had installed when we had been in Cyprus.

I heard the toilet flushing upstairs and footsteps on the stairs. I looked at my watch. Twelve fifteen.

Jenny and Shirley came into the kitchen. Jenny had had the dresses she had taken to Egypt for our cruise up the Nile shortened on our return and she wore one now.

She looked into the oven filling the room with the smell of roasting beef. She took a meat skewer from the cutlery drawer and pushed it into the meat. Pulling it out she looked at the juices coating it and said.

"Perfect."

Switching off the gas she lifted the meat in its tray onto the top of the cooker with her oven gloves.

"We'll let it rest there while you take us to the pub for an hour." She hung up her oven gloves on their hook by the back door. "Come on. You know they shut at two."

We walked down the hill to the junction arms linked. Crossing the road we walked up to the pub.

"Public bar or lounge?" I asked as we entered the front door.

"Oh. Lounge I think today." Jenny said. "We're not dressed for the scrum in there on a Sunday."

"Gets a bit full does it?" Shirley asked as I held open the lounge door.

"Both bars do really." I said.

The girls found a table by the window whilst I collected the drinks. Bill, the Landlord, pulled me a pint and poured two cokes for the girls. I could see into the crush at the public bar from where I stood. I recognised the ass cheeks of Cheryl, the barmaid, and got waved at by Jim and Andy. I nodded back and concentrated on the ass cheeks of Cheryl. My change arrived and I went back to our table.

There was a lot of thigh on display. I felt my prick twitch as I sat down. The ass cheeks of Cheryl still fresh in my mind.

"Who were you nodding too?" Jenny asked, holding my hand under the table.

"Only Jim and Andy."

"Oh. Those two."

She wasn't too sure about them visiting our house now that she knew they were gay. I wasn't too sure about it myself.

We'd had them around for supper once because she liked the effect they'd had on me last time they came. Then she worked out their relationship to each other and didn't suggest their coming a second time.

They didn't try anything else with me again and they could be good company to talk too so I didn't feel uncomfortable in their company. Just not in my house.

Jenny and Shirley were still full of the plans for the wedding. They were going out with Jane on the Friday night as a number of us were going to go out with John to the local village pub. We were under strict instructions not to get him drunk. As if we would.

I finished my beer and went to bar to get a second. Cheryl served. Her face flushed from her efforts behind the bar on a hot day. One button of her blouse unbuttoned more then was absolutely necessary. I didn't mind. I enjoyed the view. Creamy white with a single dark brown spot on the top of one.

She noticed my stare.

"You had your chance." She smiled.

"It wasn't my fault." I protested. "How's John?"

"Fine thanks."

She handed me my change and bounced back into the main bar. Flicking her short skirt from side to side for, I was sure, my benefit.

I missed out there. Still I'd got Jenny back. 

"Was that Cheryl you were talking too?" Jenny asked as soon as I sat down.

"Yes." I replied.

"Who's she?" Shirley asked.

Cheryl can't have been serving on the couple of nights she came out for a drink with us.

"The barmaid." Jenny spoke with venom. "Throws herself at anybody in trousers."

I wasn't just anybody.

"I know the type." Shirley nodded.

"Going to the toilet." I said standing up. I liked Cheryl but I knew I'd regret it if I tried to defend her.

I stood at the long urinal and pulled my prick. An old man left then the door behind me opened to admit some more people from the public bar. I didn't turn to see who it was, concentrating on my pissing instead.

Two people stood close on either side of me.

"Bigger than I remember." I looked at Andy. 

"It was a lot bigger than that when you had finished with him." Jim spoke on my other side.

They both took their pricks out. I couldn't help myself, I looked.

"See. I told you he wants it." Andy said, stroking himself.

They had both had more than a few drinks.

I shook off the drips and was about to put it away when Andy reached across and held it.

"Let it go." I said. But only made a half hearted effort to try and remove his hand.

He stroked me and Jim squeezed one of my ass cheeks, his fingers worming their way into my crevice. 

"Please stop."

I knew I should push them both away, hit them even. But I didn't.

"We must come around one night when Jenny's out." Andy said, stroking my growing prick faster. "What's a good night?"

I was about to say Tuesday. She and Shirley drove to Bath for a series of evening talks, when the outer door to the toilets opened and I stepped back from the urinal stuffing my erect prick inside my trousers.

A middle-aged man with greying hair entered. I said excuse me and stood to one side to let him pass.

"Well?" Andy said over his shoulder. "What night."

I almost hesitated.

"Thanks but no thanks." I said and opened the first door.

"We'll see."

Andy called as I shut the door behind me.

I went back and sat down next to Jenny. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the lips.

"What brought this on?"

She looked at me.

"Nothing." I squeezed her thigh under the table. "I just fancied it."

"Well, you will have to wait because Shirley's staying for lunch, remember?"

"I didn't mean I wanted that." I tried to explain.

"Oh. You don't want me?"

"Yes. I do."

She could always tie me up in knots.

"Never mind, Paul." She smiled sadly. "I know what you want."

Chapter 5

I sat in my armchair that evening. A mug of tea on the floor by my side, a half-decent film on the TV for once and Jenny on my lap.

I had one arm around her back and her head rested on my shoulder. She shifted her weight slightly and a bone in her ass dug into my leg.

"Ow." I moved my legs.

"What's wrong?" She looked up and kissed my jawbone.

"You've got a bony ass." I complained.

"I could put on some weight and get fat."

"No I like you as you are."

She pulled my head to hers and kissed me on the lips.

"Hmm." She murmured, pulling away.

"I think I would like a June wedding." She counted the fingers on the hand of mine she held on her lap.

"Bit late for this year."

"Not this year."

"Next?"

"Are you proposing?"

"I thought I already had."

"Not formally."

"Do you want me to go down on my knees."

"Going down sounds nice."

I was losing interest in the film.

"If that's what you want?"

"What?"

"For me to go down on you."

"Don't say it like that. You don't make arrangements in advance. You have to be spontaneous about it."

I started undoing the buttons at the back of her dress.

"Hmm." She looked at me. "Think I'll get too hot?"

"We can't take chances with your health."

"I'm glad you have my well being at heart." She slipped her arms through the straps.

I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell forward. Her nipples were already hard. I sucked one into my mouth running my hands down her back, pushing her dress down over her hips. She lifted her ass and I pulled it down and off with her knickers.

I sucked slowly on her other nipple then back to the first one.

I made love bite sucking movements on the top, sides and underneath of each one. Not sucking hard enough to redden the skin before moving on.

Her fingers were running through my hair, her legs were opening and closing. I lifted my face to hers and kissed her.

She closed her eyes.

I kissed her neck, licked her ear. Ran my hands down her sides. One under her thighs. The other behind her back.

I struggled to my feet, almost dropping her.

On the films they make it look so easy.

I turned around and plonked her backside on the seat of the chair. I was about to make a remark about her putting on weight but the look on her face made me not want to break the spell.

I knelt down and opened her legs.

The smell of aroused woman hit me. Musty, fishy. Wonderful.

I lowered my mouth to her open lips and sucked each in turn into my mouth. Holding them apart with the fingers and thumb of one hand I pushed my tongue as far up inside her as I could. She made a sound. 

I slipped my other hand under my chin and tickled the soft, hairy skin between her two holes. Another sound.

I moved up to her clit, replacing my tongue inside her with a finger, which I worked in and out.

More sounds. Inarticulate. You wouldn't think she was taking a degree in English.

Not a good time to bring the subject up so I concentrated my tongue on extracting further sounds from her.

I licked around her clit then traced a path through her pubic hairs up to her navel.

I licked it, then kissed it. 

She raised her legs and placing the back of her thighs on my shoulders pushed my head back down. I resisted for a second bringing a gasp of frustration from her and I think she called me a bugger.

I moved back down, through her pubic hair back to her lips still moving my finger slowly in and out of her.

She dug her fingers into my scalp and pulled on my head to bring it back up until my mouth was against her clit.

Was that what she wanted? She only had to ask.

I sucked it from its hood then flicked it from side to side with the tip of my tongue.

Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat and I felt every muscle in her body tense. Was this the time to ask what was for supper. No. I licked her clit hard taking her over the top. It had been a long time since I had heard her cry out loud in orgasm. I felt a glow go through me. I had done something for her that I hoped no other man would ever do.

Her thighs tightened around my head, squeezing tight.

I felt her body relax. I stood up and looked down on her. Legs spread wide, fanny lips open, glistening with my saliva. Beads of sweat on her brow. A flush on her face.

Perhaps this was the time to ask?

"What's for supper?"

She sat up and unzipped my trousers.

"I know what I'm having."

Chapter 6

I awoke with a hard on. I turned over and reached out for Jenny. She wasn't there. I looked at the alarm clock. Seven ten. Twenty minutes before it was due to go off. Plenty of time for a fuck. If only Jenny was there.

I swung my legs out of the bed and switched the alarm clock off. I wouldn't need it now, I was up. Well I hoped I soon would be. I could feel my prick throbbing, demanding relief. I stroked it. It felt good so I did it again.

I heard the toilet flush, the door open and footsteps heading down the stairs.

Needed investigating, this.

I walked naked to the top of the stairs and listened. Nothing. No, wait. I could hear the rattle of teacups.

I knew where she was. What would be needed would be a frontal assault with no prisoners taken and no quarter offered. My prick, which had been deflating started to grow again. It was fully hard by the time I reached the kitchen door.

Jenny was dressed in her flannelette bath robe at the kitchen sink looking out over the part of the back garden we could see around the side of the outside toilet and utility room. I stood close behind her, put my arms around her waist and pulled her ass back against my prick. She smiled when she felt it and turned her head to be kissed.

I pulled undone the bow in the cord around he waist and cupped both breasts in my hands.

"We have a lot to do this morning." She whispered, breathlessly.

"I know." I replied slipping her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground and turning her to face me.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10



"We'll have to be quick." I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She lifted her arms around my neck. She had that just out of the shower smell. Strange that I hadn't heard it running.

I kissed her shoulders. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed her nose then her lips again. I squeezed her ass cheeks then pushed my fingertips between them. I found her anus and rubbed it. She exhaled with a gasp.

I walked backwards, pulling her with me. At the kitchen table I moved behind her and bent her forward.

"Shall we go back to bed?" She asked over her shoulder. 

"I'd quite like it here, if you don't mind?"

"Whatever way it comes."

She spread her legs and arched her back.

I placed the tip of my prick against her anus and rubbed it up and down. She was too dry to enter that way so I held open her fanny lips and guided myself between them. I pushed. It didn't want to go in. I pushed again. She grunted but the head of my prick was inside her. I rested feeling her fanny adjusting itself around me then pushed again. She cried out as I penetrated her fully. I pulled back and pushed in again. She was getting looser, wetter. I began a slow rhythm in and out. I looked down at the tight rolls of skin which formed her anus. It needed touching.

I licked my finger and placed it against it, pushing the tip inside her. I took my finger out and lifted it first to my nose then my mouth. First smelling then tasting her. I re-wet my finger with my saliva and pushed it deeper inside her. Her sphincter clenched tight around it. I pulled it out then pushed it back inside again.

Chapter 7

Jenny drove Shirley and myself down to Somerset after lunch.

I thought she looked very sexy in her new glasses. She didn't.

Still, when you get older bits don't work quite as well as they used to I told her when we had picked them up shortly before.

She didn't find that reassuring.

We left the motorway, through the county town of Taunton and up into the Quantock hills. Famous for being where Coleridge wrote the Ancient Mariner and beloved of Wordsworth.

We entered the village and turned right at the pub up the narrow cul-de-sac and into my Grandfathers circular gravel drive.

It felt strange calling it my Grandfathers and not my Grandparents. I was sure he still missed her, I know I did, even after eighteen months had passed. We pulled up next to my parents Jaguar. They seemed to change there car every two years whilst my Grandfather had the same Rover in his garage for as long as I could remember.

I look enviously at the Jag.

"What would you do with one?"

Jenny stood at my side, her fingers wrapped around my biceps.

She tilted her face upwards. She wanted kissing. So I did. Long and hard.

Shirley coughed behind us.

Hudson opened the door and Millie bounded out to greet us. Barking and tail wagging. Jenny stepped to one side as she stood on her back legs and licked at my face.

I let her have two licks with her tongue then pushed her down.

She went to Jenny and had her ears felt then went to Shirley and sniffed at her fanny and ass.

"Millie." I called. "Come away."

She ignored me for a second, all her concentration on Shirley's ass. Then she came to me. You lucky girl, I thought, able to wander up to strangers and poke your nose in one of their holes. They have a good life, dogs. 

"You know Shirley." I told her. 

She had stayed for a weekend before when we thought her and Steve were going to make something. It didn't come to anything in the end except a lot of walks together out of sight of the house.

Chapter 8

We dropped Linda and Debbie at my parent's house.

Jenny and Shirley stood in the doorway. Steve climbed from the car and walked towards Shirley.

He stopped a yard from her and they both stood looking at one another. Neither spoke.

Jenny broke the silence.

"Paul." She walked to the car door. I squeezed her hand. "I fancy a quick one. Where can we go?"

"But what about Steve and Len?" I asked. I wouldn't mind a quick one.

"A drink. You frog." She looked at me, a sad expression on her face.

"There is a nice pub in Rumwell." Len spoke.

"Yes, I know that, we've been there a lot of times." Jenny smiled at him.

"We're popping out for a quick one." She called to Jane and Debbie.

"Lucky you." I heard Debbie say.

She was about twenty-five. Well within Steve's target range. Which, the last time we discussed his sex life, was if they had one that still worked.

"Be back in half an hour. Come on Shirley." Len got out with Millie and Jenny climbed into the front with me. Steve, Shirley and Len got into the back and Millie trotted into the house, past Jane and Debbie, as if she owned it.

"We'll pick her up on our way back." I called out, driving away.

I brushed the outside of Jenny's thigh with my hand as I changed gear. I glanced down, she opened her legs. I could see her knickers. She ran a fingertip between her fanny lips.

"Watch the road Paul." She admonished.

I looked ahead then into the rear view mirror. Steve had his arm along the back of the rear seat behind Shirley's neck.

I watched the road, glanced down at Jenny's knickers again, then into the rear view mirror. Steve and Shirley's mouths were locked together.

The pub was approaching. I slowed and turned into the car park. I parked at the back near the entrance to the woods.

"Everybody out." I called, climbing out.

Steve and Shirley finally managed to separate their lips. I wondered again whom he was bringing tomorrow.

"Pint for Paul and a Bacardi and Coke for me." Jenny said taking my hand and leading me towards the track that led into the woods. "I have something to say to Paul. We'll be ten minutes."

I was about to object, I fancied a Beer, but dutifully followed her watching the movement of her ass cheeks as she walked.

Once inside the woods she stepped from the track and we made our way behind a large Beech tree.

She turned her back to me.

"Well?" She asked.

I looked her up and down.

"Very nice." I replied.

"Quickly." She backed towards me. "Unzip me."

I undid the hook and eye and pulled down her zip.

"But." I started.

She pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of me in her bra and knickers.

"Don't you want me?"

"Of course." I stammered, unzipping my trousers and pulling out my rapidly growing prick.

"You didn't think I'd let you go out with that Steve with full balls if I could help it, do you?"

She hung her dress over a low branch and was pulling off her knickers.

I unhooked her bra.

"I don't think we have time for that as well." She said but it joined her knickers and dress all the same.

I pulled her to me, squeezing her ass cheeks as I kissed her. I could feel her pubic hairs against my prick. My very hard prick.

She slipped a hand between us and held it as she would the handle of a pot then stroked it. I kissed her ear, sucking an earlobe into my mouth.

"We haven't long." She gasped.

"I know." I panted back, cupping her fanny and slipping a finger inside her. She threw back her head as it entered her so I kissed her throat.

I managed to get a second finger inside her with difficulty. I worked them in and out, feeling her fanny open and becoming wetter as I did.

She stepped back and looked around. There was a mossy bank leading down to the small stream that meandered slowly through the woods.

"Come, quickly." She said walking to it and kneeling at its top.

I knelt behind her and felt her breasts. She purred.

"We haven't got time." 

I pushed her forward and spread her ass cheeks. Her fanny lips were open, glistening with her juices. I placed the tip of my prick between them and push into her. There was an initial resistance then I was inside. I pulled back, almost out, then pushed back in. She felt so warm I'd liked to have stayed in there forever but we had other things to do that night so I picked up the tempo. Thrusting in and out with short, fast strokes. I heard her gurgling and felt her fanny lips tighten around my prick. I looked down at it. Shining in the dappled sunshine.

I was there. I rammed it in hard and deep and held tight to her hips as I emptied myself inside her.

When the jerking of my prick had stopped I pulled out and, standing up, put my prick away inside my trousers. They had a wet stain on the front. Nobody would notice.

Jenny remained on her knees, ass in the air for a few seconds.

I looked down at her holes. Did we have time? I felt my prick.

She got to her feet, turned and kissed me.

"Thank you." I said.

"What for?" She asked reaching for her knickers.

"Not every girl would look after me like you do."

"I should hope not." She sounded indignant, now what had I done?

She pulled on her bra and dropped her dress over her head. I hooked the one and zipped up the other and walked back to the pub with her with our arms around each other's waists.

The others were the only ones in the public bar. Shirley sat on a stool at the bar with Steve and Len on either side.

They turned to look at us as we walked in. Their eyes stopped at my crutch. Jenny looked down.

"Paul."

Chapter 9

It was Shirley and Steve's turn to talk about something very important in the woods whilst Jenny and I drank our drinks. I bought Len a second. I felt sorry for him but he would have to sort his own sex life out. I wasn't about to offer to let him have Jenny.

We finished our drinks and went back outside to the car. Calling to Steve and Shirley to hurry up as we had a lot to do.

I wondered, not for the first time, whom Steve was bringing to the wedding. It was probably not a good time to ask when he and Shirley returned, flushed faced, from the woods.

We dropped the girls off, picked up Millie and went back to my Grandparents.

I had a quick wash, put on clean clothes and joined Steve, Len and Hudson for a quick glass of beer.

Leaving Hudson behind, on guard, as he said, we crossed the bridge over the stream and walked down the bridal path to the road over the bridge by the pub.

John was already in the pub with Harry, a colleague from work who was to act as best man.

Beers were ordered all round and we all chipped in to a central kitty for the night so we didn't have to keep check of who's round it was next.

More beers followed, then more. I played some Rugby songs on the piano and we had most of the people in the pub joining in with the words. 

John was on the whisky by now. He looked depressed. We drank more beer to cheer him up.

The bell for last orders rang.

Steve, who had spent the last hour trying to talk Stephanie, the landlord and landladies daughter, out of her knickers, came across to where Len and I were leaning on either side of the fruit machine watching Harry try to find the slot with his money.

"Right." Steve said, continuingly glancing over his shoulder at Stephanie, whom I must admit wasn't looking away. "Now what."

"I thought you were in charge of the plan." I could hear myself slurring my words.

"I am. " He was smiling at Stephanie and she was smiling back.

"We must take John home." Harry looked tired.

We managed to get John to his feet and Len and I supported him out of the pub. Harry staggered after us. Steve stopped behind in the doorway to kiss Stephanie and feel her tits and ass.

We followed the road slightly uphill for a hundred yards until we came to the Church gates.

"Why are we here?" Harry asked.

"Jane said he mustn't be late for Church." Steve said, leading the way and unlocking the side door with a key he had been given as one of the bell ringers. Living away, or in Len's case travelling a lot, we had managed to escape being pressured into joining that particular group. I was certain it would come if I ever moved back permanently.

We carried, the by now unconscious, John, to the rear of the Church and removed his clothes. Harry sat in one of the pews and rested his head on his arms, folded on the pew in front. Steve took some thin rope from inside the tower steps and we tied John's hands behind his back to the Morning bell rope. So called because it was a small bell used to summon worshipers to service in the early morning, not like the main peal in the belfry high above.

"Let's wake Harry." I said when we'd done with John.

Len and Steve looked at each other then at me.

"The Best Man should look after the Bride Groom." Steve said.

So we undressed Harry and tied him up next to John.

"At least they won't be late for the service." Len said as we left, Steve locking the door behind us.

"Where to now?" Steve asked as we passed the pub and turned into the lane leading to the front of my Grandfather's house. "The girls have gone to the Wharf."

The Wharf was the largest night spot in the area and upwards of three hundred people would be crammed in there on a Friday night.

"Have you still got the car keys?" Steve asked as we approached the entrance to the drive.

"I have, but I've been drinking." I replied, feeling them in my pocket.

"Not that much." Steve said, looking me up and down. "You look sober to me. Does he look sober to you, Len?"

"As a judge." Len replied.

The car remained where I had left it outside the garage doors.

I handed Steve the keys. 

"Push it out into the lane while I check on Hudson and Millie." I said. I could already hear Millie whining behind the front door.

I crept up to it as quietly as the gravel would allow and hissed at her to shut up and go and lie down.

A light was on in the front room and the curtains were still open. I peered inside. Steve and Len were crunching over the gravel with the car, it sounded as if it must wake everybody. Hudson was asleep in a chair a three parts empty bottle of old Malt Whisky and a glass on the table by his side. I thought I could hear his snoring.

I told Millie she was a good girl and to go back to her bed as I passed the front door. I stopped, scribbled a note to Hudson on a page in my pocket diary, tore it out and posted it through the letter box. I didn't want him to report it stolen. I caught up with the others in the lane.

Len was sitting behind the wheel and Steve was in the passenger seat so I climbed into the back. Len started the engine and we were off.

The roads were clear of most traffic by now and we were pulling up inside the car park of the Wharf less than fifteen minutes later.

We knew one of the bouncers on door duty so he let us in for nothing as there was only forty minutes until closing.

The place was packed. Len from his vantage of six feet three inches scoured the room but said he couldn't see the girls.

We managed to worm our way into a corner of the bar and Len ordered three pints of beer.

He handed me the car keys.

"You drive back." He said.

"I'm only having the one then." I replied.

"Buy a poor student a drink handsome?"

Somebody asked, rubbing their tits and fanny against my back and ass.

I turned and Jenny squashed her breasts against my chest.

"Hallo." She said, pulling my lips down to her own. 

"Hallo." I squeezed an ass check, my movements lost in the crush at the bar.

"Len." I shouted over the noise of hundreds of young people and loud music as he passed me my beer. "Get Jenny a drink."

"It's alright Len." Jenny shouted, right in my ear. "I'll share Paul's."

"How did you get here?" She called into my ear.

"Car." I shouted back. "Len drove."

She nodded and lowering her head sipped the froth from my beer.

I kissed the white moustache it left from her lips and drank myself. 

She took my hand and pulled me away from the bar to a table in a corner. Seated at it were Jane, Debbie, Shirley, Linda and a man I'd never meet before.

"Hallo Linda." I said. You could almost talk normally in this corner.

I sat in an empty chair and Jenny sat on my lap stealing the glass of beer from me and offering it to Shirley's lips.

"Hallo Paul." She nodded to the man. "This is Ian. We're on the same course."

"Hallo." I said. Holding out my hand.

"Aye." He said, waving one of his.

"Scottish?" It was more a statement than a question on my part.

"And what if I am?" He snapped.

"Nothing." I said quickly. "Just wondering."

"Well you can stop your wondering."

He stood up and almost yanked Linda to her feet.

"You wanted a dance. Come on then."

He pulled her onto the dance floor and despite it being a fast record placed both hands on her ass cheeks and just stood there swaying.

Len and Steve came up.

"Did I see that Linda?" Steve asked sitting in her chair.

"Dancing."

I nodded to the dance floor.

Len looked, looked away and looked again.

The fingers of one of Ian's hands were somewhere between the cheeks of Linda's ass and the other was out of sight between their bodies.

Linda reached behind her to pull his had away but all he did was pull her closer with, it was possible, even more of his fingers disappearing in her crevice.

"Stop it." We all heard her say.

"Come on." He replied.

Len stood up.

"Don't Len." Jenny said

Len either didn't hear or ignored her. He went up to Ian and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Fuck off." Ian said, not lifting his head from the side of Linda's neck.

Len squeezed his shoulder. Hard.

I don't think I'd ever seen anybody move as quickly as Ian did then. He turned, leaving Linda with her dress and knickers pushed up between the cheeks of her ass, punched Len on the stomach and as he doubled forward the jaw. Len dropped to one knee then rose and lunged forward, fists flying.

This time it was Ian who was taken by surprise. Len got one in that jerked Ian's head backwards. Ian seemed to block most of the other's and hit Len twice more. Len staggered back against a group of dancers catching one in the eye with his elbow. He had the sense to dodge the fist that came in return. Ian leapt at Len. Len span the man who's fist he'd just dodged between them following up with his own fist that bounced from the top of Ian's head and then it seem everybody was fighting.

Jenny buried her head in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her head to protect her. The rest of the girls were standing with their backs to the wall. Steve rushed past me with a call to come and help Len then was slammed back into us, knocking us from our chair onto the floor.

I stood up and helped Jenny to her feet. There was a hand on my shoulder and I was spun around into a fist. I feel back onto the table bringing it to the ground. Jenny leapt at whomever had hit me, fists flaying the air. I got up again and followed her into the ruck of bodies, mostly male but with a scattering of females, that filled this area of the dance floor.

I managed to reach Jenny. Somebody had hit her and she was crying. I hit one man who I think had hit her then pulled her close and by kicking and barging my way to the side.

"Take me out." She cried.

"I'm taking her out of here." I said to the girls, picking up her handbag.

They all seemed rooted to the spot so I led Jenny around the side of the dance floor to the exit and joined the crush to get out.

It felt suddenly cold when we finally reached the pavement. I took my jacket off and placed it around her shoulders. She lifted her tear stained face to me and smiled. I could almost see one eye swelling before me.

I could hear a police siren in the background getting louder and hurried Jenny around the rear into the car park.

It took me a few minutes to find the car. I didn't fancy driving with the police there so I opened the back door and we both climbed in. I locked the door behind me and put my arm around her shoulders as we watched the police arrive and begin to disperse the crowds.

I turned Jenny's face to mine.

Her eye was already colouring.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10



"You'll have a shiner in the morning." I said and kissed her nose.

My own jaw felt a little stiff and I could taste blood in my mouth. I swallowed.

"Are you alright?" She asked taking my handkerchief from my jacket pocket and blowing her nose.

"Think I've cut my lip inside." I could feel it getting larger on one side.

"You didn't half hit that man." She held my hand between hers and looked at my knuckles. "Are they sore."

They weren't until she mentioned it by now they started smarting. There were smears of blood on two of them.

"I should have helped Len more." I said.

"I'm glad you didn't." She adjusted my jacket so that it covered both our chests.

"Why?" I asked.

"Ian’s boxed at under nineteen level for Scotland."

"What does Linda see in him?"

"Apparently he's lovely when he's sober." Her hand squeezed the inside of my thigh. I felt my prick slowly stir, as if reluctant to come out and play. "Two drinks and he wants to take on the world. I'm afraid we egged him on a bit."

I felt her breasts. I heard an Ambulance approaching. Then another police car. A white police mini bus arrived. Then another police car.

I moved my hand to just above her pubic mound. I could feel the line from the elastic of her knickers. I ran a fingertip along it. She shifted on the seat, her legs opening slightly. She felt my balls.

Come on prick. I was willing myself to grow.

Her fingers were on my zip. I felt the pressure around my groin ease as she pulled it down.

I heard a Scotsman shouting as she pulled my prick out.

"Doesn't Mr Willie want to play tonight?"

"He wants to." Keep it in the third party and she couldn't blame me. "I just don't think he can. He's been a little bit busy today."

"This will only be the third time." She stroked me up and down. "Surely he could. Just once more. For me?"

"I'm sure he'll do his best but he might need a hand."

"He's already got a hand." She pulled my foreskin back extra far. That got the blood flowing.

"Oh you think he might want something else?"

Her head slid beneath my jacket.

The tip of my prick entered somewhere warm and wet.

I pulled up the back of her dress and slipped my hand inside her knickers. It was warm and wet in the front of there as well.

I forced my hand between the back of her thighs and pushed my finger into her fanny to the second knuckle. The open cut stung for a second. I worked it in and out as her head bobbed up and down.

Cars were leaving the car park all around us. Occasionally some people would glance into the back of our car as they passed and girls would giggle. Let them look, I didn’t really care.

At last we seemed to alone. I wasn’t going to come this way so I lifted Jenny’s head up and pulled off her knickers. She looked around. All the police vehicles had left and we were one of a handful of cars remaining in the car park. Whether the rest belonged to staff or people to drunk to drive I didn’t know but as most were near the rear entrance to the building I thought the former.

I lifted Jenny’s dress up over her hips as she straddled me with a knee on either side of my hips. She guided my prick to the lips of her fanny and sank down on it, engulfing it in warmth and heat. I squeezed her ass cheeks as she rose and fell upon me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled into my face, her fanny lips tightening and relaxing as she moved.

I prodded at her anus with a fingertip, extracting a yell from her as it opened her little hole.

She pulled my hands away and placed them on her breasts. She suddenly looked very serious. Her eyes closed and she leaned forward to be kissed. I put my tongue in her mouth. She pushed it out with her own. I replaced my hands on her ass cheeks, this time just running my fingertips up and down the soft skin inside her crack.

She tightened her grip around my neck, her fanny lips tightened and she breathed out heavily into my ear. She sighed and sank down, her ass cheeks on my thighs.

"That was fun." She said. "Did you come?"

"No."

"I did."

"I know. I was there at the time."

"Oh, you noticed."

"One tends to."

"Do you want to come? You can have me any way you like."

"Let’s save it for later."

"Later? Aren’t you taking me home."

"Not with all these police around. Let’s have a little sleep first."

"We can’t sleep like this."

She looked down to where we were still joined.

She pushed up and from me. My shrinking prick dropping free from her hole.

She rested her head on my thigh and she held my prick in one hand. I covered her with my jacket. The air inside the car felt warmer somehow.

I lent back in the corner of the seat with my head against the padding surrounding the door frame and closed my eyes.

"You will tell me if you want me." Jenny whispered softly.

"I’ll always want you."

She gently squeezed my prick.

Chapter 10

I awoke with a hard on.

I looked down.

Jenny didn't seem to have moved a muscle since we fell asleep.

Her hand was still wrapped around my prick.

I could feel her warm breath on its tip.

I moved my left arm and looked at my watch. I felt stiff. Six-thirty in the morning. We must have been asleep for the best part of five hours.

"I've been watching Mr Willie closely."

Jenny spoke.

"Oh, have you." 

I didn't realise she was awake. 

"It does have a mind of its own." She continued. "As soon as I woke up I could see it growing towards me. I think it was trying to get inside my mouth."

"Well we shouldn't disappoint him." I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of her head.

"If I move my head it will fall off."

"How much did you have to drink last night?"

She didn't appear drunk. But then again I didn't think I had.

"A lot less than you. You were smiling all the time."

"I was happy."

She positioned the tip of my prick against her lips. I felt them open. Slipping inside their warmth and wetness.

I pulled her dress up and looked down at her ass cheeks. She wasn't wearing any knickers. I remembered taking them off. I stopped remembering anything for a few seconds as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Then I thought again as I ran a finger between her cheeks, tickling her anus. I put them somewhere safe. Now where?

Another wave of pleasure, then another. I could feel my balls tightening. I started to buck with my hips. My breathing shortened and quickened. I held my breath and came. My prick jerking and jerking as I pumped my sperm into the back of her throat. I felt her swallow, heard her splutter, then swallow again. I breathed deeply in and out. 

I found the beginning of her fanny with a fingertip and started to rub it.

She caught hold of my wrist.

"Don't." She sat up. Come on her lips. "I need a wee."

I found my handkerchief in my jacket pocket and cleaned up her face.

I could see a long low, green Jaguar approaching across the car park. It pulled up by our side and my mother and Shirley climbed out.

"Where have you been all night?" My mothers first words. "Len and Steve are in prison."

"And Ian." Shirley joined in looking at the steering wheel. 

My mother's eyes followed hers. I remembered where I'd left Jenny's knickers.

Chapter 11

I drove back into the village. It was nearly eight-thirty. I'd collected Steve Len and Ian from the police station whilst Jenny waited at my parents house, having a cooked breakfast, with, it seemed, the rest of the world. Her knickers were safe in my trousers pocket. I thought of her sitting next to my mother at breakfast not wearing any.

I had Jenny, Shirley, Ian and Linda in the car. 

We had had to stop Ian and Len from continuing their fight outside of the police station but other than that he seemed a pleasant chap, now he was sober.

We were approaching the Church. I could hear the disjointed, almost frantic ringing of the morning bell.

Mrs Clark, the lady who did the flowers, scuttled across the road in front of me causing me to break hard. I could see Mr Moore, the sexton hurrying up the hill from the direction of the pub followed by the Rector, Mr Fellows.

The thought crossed my mind that he was out early visiting the sick and needy for a Saturday morning.

I waved to him as I turned into the lane to my Grandfather's cottage.

I parked in front of the garage. The doors were open and Hudson was working on something on the bench at the rear. Millie lay on the floor next to him.

I parked the car with its nose facing the entrance, switched off and we all climbed out. 

Jenny's car was parked by the front doors to the cottage. Why hadn't I taken that last night? 

Millie bounded up to me, sniffed the girl's fannies and asses and growled at Ian. At least she had her priorities right. It's exactly what I would have done in her position.

I introduced Ian to Hudson. He had met Linda before. 

"Can we put them up tonight?" Jenny asked, smiling at him.

"It'll have to be a sofa and an arm chair." He looked Ian up and down as if weighing him up.

I could feel pressure building in my bowels. I badly needed a shit.

"That's settled then." I said, leading the way to the front door. "I must go to the loo then I think a lie down for a couple of hours is in order." 

I went to the upstairs bathroom whilst Jenny took everybody into the kitchen and made the tea.

I sat on the toilet seat. I needed that.

I wiped my ass and looked into the mirror over the sink. Half of my lower lip was swollen and there was a slight red mark under one eye. I didn't remember getting that. The fingers of my right hand felt stiff. I washed them and my other hand.

I splashed some water onto my face. That felt better.

I cleaned my teeth, then shaved. I switched on the shower and undressed.

There was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" I called.

"What are you doing?" It was Jenny.

"Having a shower."

"Your Father's on the phone. Are you going for a haircut?"

"Tell him I don't feel well."

I could hear her talking to somebody.

Another knock at the door. The door handle turned.

"Let me in."

"What for?"

"Ian's in the toilet downstairs."

"Alright."

I opened the door and she slid inside.

She looked down at my prick.

"Not much of a welcome."

"He's tired."

"He'll feel better after a nice shower."

I don't know what had come over her. Perhaps it was because Linda was here.

Still, I'm not one to complain.

I reached for her.

She pushed me away.

"No. I want the toilet."

I stood and watched as she pulled up her dress and sat on the seat.

"Go into the shower. You're not watching me with others in the house."

How could they see?

I opened the cubical door. Grandfather had had a proper shower fitted as he felt he was getting too old to climb in and out of baths.

I stood under the jet of water, running my fingers through my hair.

I heard the toilet flush and the door opened. Two hard nipples were pressed into my back and a mass of curly hair tickled my ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my back.

My prick seemed to want to reach up and touch her hand.

At least it was growing like it did.

She ran a finger around my belly button for a few seconds then her hand moved down to my balls. She squeezed them slightly. Then lifted them as if weighing their contents. 

I picked up the shampoo and poured some onto my head.

"Don't get my hair wet." I heard her say. "I've just had it permed."

"You would be better off in the bath then." I said, ever helpful.

"We haven't time." She stroked my prick. "Just don't get my hair wet. The hairdressers coming at eleven to brush it through and set it. And Shirley's as well. She could trim your hair for you."

She stroked faster.

"What's everybody got against my hair?"

I leaned forward and rinsed the shampoo from my hair pushing my ass cheeks back against her pubic mound.

I moved the nossel down to its lower setting. Nipple high on her. Then turned to face her. She still had her hand on my prick as I kissed her. I kissed her again, pushing my tongue between her lips.

"Hmm." She said, pulling away for a second. "You taste minty." 

"Cleaned em." I said, putting my tongue back inside her mouth. She sucked on it, as she would my prick, which she still held in her hand. 

I squeezed her ass cheeks.

She kissed my neck so I put my tongue in her ear. She shuddered.

"You know what that does to me." She kissed my chin.

I put my tongue in her ear again. She ground her pubic mound against me.

I moved my hand between our bodies and found her clit. She gasped as I started to rub it.

I rubbed faster.

There was a tap on the door.

"Are you finished in there?" Shirley called.

"Nearly. Yes." Jenny managed to combine her orgasm with her reply.

"Sorry if I interrupted something." I heard her walking away. "I'll come back later."

"It's alright." Jenny was regaining control of her breathing. "Were finished."

"What?" I wasn't.

"Shush." She hissed. "We'll go to bed."

That perked me up. I switched off the shower and took two bath towels from the heated rail.

"Shirley?" I called downstairs as we left the bathroom. "You'll find fresh towels in the airing cupboard."

I followed Jenny into the bedroom watching her ass as it twitched from side to side under the towel.

She dropped the pile of clothes she had carried from the bathroom onto the floor next to our suitcases, let her towel slip to the floor and lay on her back on the bed, arms above her head.

I looked down on her as I dropped my towel on top of hers. My prick didn't need any help to start growing again.

"Come here." She reached up her arms to me, squashing her breasts and bringing her nipples closer together.

I knelt between her legs and leaned over her. I kissed her lips, then her chin, then moved down the side of her neck to her collar-bone, kissing into its hollow. I kissed the top of her breast and licked her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. 

She let out a sigh and raised her hips for a second before settling back with her knees bent.

I sucked on her other nipple then kissed both sides of the bottom of her rib cage.

I flicked my tongue in out and around her navel. She made a throaty sound.

I pulled the lips of her fanny apart and licked the side walls. Breathing in her smell. Tasting her wetness.

She sighed again and ran her fingers through my still damp hair. 

Her clit poked from its hood and I kissed it. Then I suck it from cover and licked and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. She lifted her hips and pulled my head against her fanny. I licked harder and faster. I hear her breathing quickening. Felt her thighs tighten around my head. She cried out softly and every muscle in her body seemed to tense then relax.

I planted a kiss on her fanny as I would have her mouth the moved back up her body. My prick found her opening without assistance and I pushed inside her. She wrapped her arms around my chest and squeezed me with her thighs. I started to move in and out. She lifted her head and I managed to touch her lips with mine.

She kissed my chin and sucked on the side of my neck.. I quickened my movements feeling her nails in my back and her fanny tightening and relaxing around my prick.

I was panting. She was breathing heavily. A wild look came into her eyes as she clutched at me. Her fanny gripped me like a vice. I came. And came. And came.

I looked down at her flushed, damp face.

"I'll need another shower now." She kissed my chin.

"Paul, Jenny." I heard Linda from outside our door. "The hairdresser's here."

"Early. That's handy." I said, pulling out of her and rolling onto my back.

She turned onto her side to face me, head supported by her hand and felt my balls.

Throwing one leg across me she straddled my hips. My prick lay along the lips of her fanny. She didn't move. Just looked at me for a minute. My prick started to grow beneath her. She felt it.

She smiled then climbed from me.

"Make it go down." She said walking to our suitcases. "We have a busy day ahead of us."

I watched her ass cheeks spread open as she leaned over the suitcase and took out a clean pair of knickers and a T-shirt.

My prick was rock hard again by the time she turned to face me. She looked down at it.

"Do you really think we have time for this?" She said climbing back onto the bed and kneeling above me with a knee on either side of my hips.

"Yes." I said squeezing her breasts.

"Good." She replied positioning my prick against her hole and sinking down upon it.

With the palms of her hands on my chest she raised and lowered herself upon me, her fanny gripping me on the way down and releasing me on the way back up. I rubbed her nipples with the palms of my hands making the remainder of her breasts wobble.

She looked down at my hands then into my eyes.

"Trying to make a milk shake?"

She smiled.

I started to move under her in time with her movements.

"I don't want to come again." She gasped.

"Don't then." I panted in reply and lifted my hips.

"You Bastard, you bastard, you bastard."

She collapsed forward. I kept thrusting up and into her.

I could feel my balls tighten and she made a sort of purring noise in my ear.

I grabbed her ass cheeks pulling them wide. Quickening my movements.

There was another knock on my door as I came.

"Fuck off."

I could hardly get the words out as my prick jerked inside her.

"Paul?" I heard my Mother's voice. "Is that you in there?"

"I hope it was." Jenny lifted her head and looked down at me and whispered.

"Just getting dressed, Mrs Wagstaffe." She called. "We'll be down in two minutes." 

Chapter 12

I walked to the Church hand and hand with Jenny. Following behind my parents with Linda, Shirley and Ian behind us.

Jenny wore a light blue printed dress which finished just above her knees. A hat in the same shade of blue with a wide brim turned up at one side and blue shoes. She had a matching handbag on a long strap over one shoulder and a compact camera in her other hand. I carried the box of confetti.

I wore my old grey suit. I wasn't buying new just for a wedding. It must have shrunk in the cleaners it had never felt this tight before across the shoulders. Jenny told me we were going shopping when we returned to Bristol. I thought she had everything she needed.

I'd asked her why, when I'd arrived at my parent's house the previous evening, she had changed from skirt and blouse to dress. She looked embarrassed and said it was because I hadn't wanted her to go out dressed like that. It gave me a glow to think that she would do that because of something I'd said. Then I ruined it by telling her that she shouldn't have bothered. I received a 'I bloody well won't in the future' from her. I must have said the wrong thing.

Inside the Church we sat on the Brides side. I was for sitting with Len and Steve on the Grooms until I saw he'd brought Sammy, from the private hospital, with him. I liked Sammy. But then I liked every girl I'd fucked. There was a certain coldness between her and Jenny. Now, with Shirley back on the scene, I felt we could be in for an interesting day. Especially with Len and Ian's unfinished business over Linda. We didn't need the wedding. I wondered if Stephanie would be behind the bar at the reception. Yes it was going to be an interesting day.

My parents sat in the pew in front of us with Mrs French, the wife of Doctor French from Jane's hospital in Gloucester, who was giving her away.

Shirley went across to join Steve. She must have assumed Sammy was with Len as Sammy sat between them. Steve looked uncomfortable. Jenny noticed and squeezed my hand. I thought she wanted to tell me something so I lowered my head towards hers. She kissed me. I pulled back. She smiled. Something leapt in my stomach.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10



I looked at the women sitting in the row behind them. I thought I recognised her face but I couldn't quite place it. The hair looked different.

Jenny squeezed my hand as John and Harry stood up and the organist played the first note of 'Here comes the Bride.'

We all rose to our feet.

All the women craned their heads to see what Jane looked like. There were gasps. I looked. Whilst she may not have had the prettiest face in the world I could vouch for there being nothing wrong with her body.

I caught Linda's eye. She smiled at me. I wondered if she was remembering the time she had wanked me off whilst we had watched John and Jane shag in his tent in Northern Ireland.

Ian was glowering at me.

I looked away.

Though I did smile as I thought about how I had come over her head and shoulders. Then in the toilet afterwards when she had made me lick her fanny after she had learned I was still a virgin. How she had come. Then again the following morning before I'd had Jenny for the first time. Sucking me off and swallowing my come then kneeling above my head so that I could lick her to orgasm.

I did like Linda.

Then the sight of her in bed with Jenny. A fanny was being licked and fingered.

I still liked her.

Then I'd fucked her in the boat on the Nile.

I did like her. 

So did Jenny, unfortunately.

I could fight another man. But a women? I found it hard enough to understand her feelings in our relationship but with another women? Where did I begin?

Pretend it didn't happen? Never refer to it?

I was doing that already.

To her credit she didn't seem to encourage Linda in any way. Perhaps because Ian was there? Perhaps she was trying to make a show of putting it all behind her. Was that why she was all over me at every opportunity? I didn't mind that part.

At least we were going far away for three weeks together in the August. Jamaica. 

We had stopped there briefly on our Caribbean cruise. It had been my first visit. My Father had been stationed in the Bahamas in the Second World War for a time and had told me a lot about the area. 

Howie Wolfenstein had booked us into the Hotel he was Deputy manager of. The last we had heard from Carole she was enjoying herself there as Receptionist. No change in Louise' condition. She hadn't spoken since I'd dragged her from the fire at the Rogers' farmhouse. Now there was a classy lady.

I realised I hadn't seen her at her best when I had untied her from the bed she'd been tied too as the flames were just catching hold on her hair. My hands were still marked from where I had beaten them out. I remembered regaining consciousness later to find my head against her ass cheeks in the back of the car as Shirley drove away from the Rogers' farm whilst Jenny had led the two sons off.

Jenny had been expelled from Hospital for sucking me off in my bed. I squeezed her hand and lent across and kissed her.

Jane and Doctor French had reached John and Harry.

The Rector started with 'Dearly Beloved.'

"Any just cause why they should not be joined in Holy Matrimony, speak now or for ever hold your peace." He intoned, waited the customary five seconds and lifted his copy of the common prayer book.

"I do."

I remembered now.

It was Kathy. John's old girlfriend.

"Yes?" The Rector asked. "What are your grounds?"

"He loves me."

"But have you legal grounds?"

"I have two children."

"John." Linda burst into tears.

My Mother was the first to her and wrapped her arms around her.

"There, there." She kissed her forehead and held her tightly. "David."

My father stood up with a, 'why me' expression on his face.

"I think, Rector, we should adjourn to the vestry."

Ten minutes later I was instructed to take the guests back to grandfathers and open the bar.

Chapter 13

I led the way back to the cottage.

Stephanie wasn't best pleased when I asked her to open the bar for one hundred and fifty people without any staff. They weren't due for three hours, after the wedding and reception.

She looked even less pleased when she saw Steve walk in with Shirley on one arm and Sammy on the other. Chickens home to roost time it appeared.

Jenny pulled me behind the bar and said we would help. Linda joined us. They threw their hats onto the spare kegs of beer in the corner behind the bar. Stephanie pointed out that she didn't have any cash for a float for the bar. I told her not to worry, my Father would pay. He had told me to open the bar after all and I knew that buying drinks for one hundred and fifty people would have been out of Jane and John's pocket. I was sure he could work it as some tax-deductible expense, entertaining potential clients perhaps?

My jacket joined the girl's hats. Mistake, I should have picked them up first.

I pulled the pints and let the girls concentrate on the fiddly drinks.

After the first frantic ten minutes things slowed down and I had the chance to look around.

Steve was sitting on one of the table arms with Shirley on one side and Sammy the other. Sammy waved when she saw me watching. The vision of my glistening prick sliding in and out of her ass hole appeared in my mind. My prick twitched.

Len sat opposite next to Steve's Mother, Christine.

A childhood friend of my Mother's, she had been a good looker in her younger days. Even in her mid-forties, had she not been Steve's Mother, I wouldn't have minded giving her one. 

Jenny put her arms around my waist and rested her head on my back. I could feel her nipples pressing against me. My prick jumped again.

I turned to face her and she rubbed her pubic mound against me. My prick started to grow in earnest. 

She turned her head towards Linda.

Linda looked back. Then at Ian who was standing at the end of the bar with a beer in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other.

He looked Linda up and down then across to Len.

Stephanie left the bar and sat next to Len, taking his hand she placed it around her back.

Linda walked around to the front of the bar and, taking Ian's hand, led him to the furthest point from Len in the marquee.

My Father arrived just then and climbed the three steps onto the stage the band would be using. He tapped a microphone for sound level. Nothing happened. Not switched on. I could see him clearing his throat

"Ladies and Gentlemen I am glad to say that Kathy has withdrawn her objections and the wedding will now go ahead. Please follow me back to the Church."

I picked up my jacket and re-shaped Jenny and Linda's hat's before handing them to them. Ian threw the contents of his whisky glass down his throat in one movement.

"Right then." He said, squeezing Linda's ass cheek. "Let's get on with it."

We passed around the front of the cottage, past the cars in the lane and back to the Church. Jenny and I brought up the rear. If you discount Ian's hand that seemed to be disappearing up Linda's rear.

Len was walking with Christine and Steve still had Shirley and Sammy hanging onto his arms.

We had left Stephanie behind with the caterers, collecting glasses.

We filed back into the Church and took our places in the pews.

There was no sign of Kathy.

The organist struck up here comes the Bride and everybody turned their heads to the doorway.

And we waited. And we waited.

The Rector indicated to John and Harry to sit down and walked down the aisle to the front doors.

Dr French followed him back up the aisle and spoke to my Father.

My Father stood up.

"I'm sorry Ladies and Gentlemen." He cleared his throat. "Jane is having second thoughts. Paul, will you take everybody back to the marquee."

I stood up with Jenny and led the way back up the lane, past the parked cars and into the marquee.

Stephanie looked up as I entered. 

"What now?"

"Can we open the bar again please?"

I removed my jacket and threw it on top of the beer kegs in the corner. Jenny and Linda's hats were placed on top and it was back to serving drinks.

Len stood at one end of the bar, talking to Stephanie whenever she was in range. She leaned over the bar once and they kissed.

Linda didn't seem impressed and would barge into Stephanie each time they passed behind the bar. Stephanie soon gave back as good as she was getting. Having spent her whole life with parents in the pub trade she knew how to look after herself.

I'd taken her out once to make up a foursome with Steve and another girl, Sarah.

We had all gone to the cinema. It was the latest James Bond and I really wanted to see it. Steve and Sarah's lips were glued to each other's from the moment we sat down. Stephanie had picked up my hand and held it but I'm afraid my concentration had been on the screen.

She wouldn't even let me kiss her as we stood on guard outside the bus shelter listening to the noises from Steve and Sarah inside. Some date this, I'd thought.

She'd kissed Steve though as we parted by the back door of the pub.

Life didn't seem fair in those days. 

The prawn cocktail starter for the reception had been laid out ready and I saw most people starting to eat. The thought that I should stop them crossed my mind but, what the hell.

Ian was talking to Linda as Len and Stephanie kissed again.

Len's hand ran down her spine. Linda stood away from Ian and watched. Ian had acquired another glass of whisky from somewhere. 

He walked along the bar.

Stephanie had walked around to the front of the bar and stood facing Len, hands on each other's hips, looking into each other's eyes.

Ian put his hand on Len's shoulder.

"You had better stop this." Jenny said.

"Why me?" I protested. You could get hurt out there.

"You're in charge. Besides Len's your friend and we don't want to spoil the wedding." She replied.

Strange perspective considering what had gone before and the situation regarding the nuptials we were now in.

"Go on." She urged. "Before something happens."

Something was happening.

I don't know who threw the first punch but half a dozen at least had landed on each before I got between them. Two landed on me before I managed to get Len at least to stop. It took three members of the congregation to hold Ian back.

"Now have you both had enough?" I said, standing between them. "It is supposed to be a wedding."

Ian relaxed and the men holding him released him. Len offered his hand, Ian leapt at him and the three of us ended on the ground covered in beer, wine, blood and crap.

Somebody hit me on the eye. I could feel it closing. There must have been a dozen men dragging us apart.

I heard my Mother's voice.

"Paul. What have you done?"

"May I have your attention everybody." My Father shouted from the stage. Jane and John have had a talk and are going to get married this afternoon if you would all like to come back to the Church.

People started to file out of the marquee. Some glancing sheepishly at the rows of empty glass bowls on the tables.

Jenny stood in front of me with my suit jacket in her hands. She took my white handkerchief from the side pocket and dabbed at my eye. It hurt. I looked down at my handkerchief, it was stained red.

"I think we had better go up to the house and clean you up."

"Is it bad?" I asked.

"You'll live. Have you something to change into?"

"Why?"

She looked down.

The knee of one leg was torn and both legs had grass stains.

"Slacks and a blazer."

"Come on." She took my hand. "We'll be there as soon as we can Mrs Wagstaffe. Don't hold things up for us."

The marquee was nearly empty when we left.

I saw Len and Stephanie walking across the bridge at the bottom of the garden. She must be taking Len to the pub to clean him up. Linda came up to us.

"I can't see Ian anywhere."

No loss as far as I was concerned.

"He'll come back." I reassured her. Why? I don't know.

"Maybe he's missed you and gone on to the Church." Jenny suggested.

"That might be it." Linda said and hurried off around the front of the cottage.

We passed Hudson as we made our way up the terraces.

"You been in a fight?" He asked. He held Millie on her lead.

"Trying to stop one." I said.

"I'm just taking Millie up the hill."

"Thanks." I felt Millie's ears. " I should have done that myself earlier."

We let ourselves in the back door and headed up to the bathroom.

"Strip off." Jenny commanded.

She picked up my jacket and trousers as I took them off.

"That's the last we are going to see of this suit."

"Why?" I stammered. "It's my best suit."

"Your only suit and it's too small." 

She took my wallet and pocket diary from the inside pocket and looked inside both.

"Just checking for love letters." She placed it on top of the laundry basket with my keys and loose change from my trouser pockets. 

"Why do you write your own birthday in your diary?" She asked, carefully lifting the laundry basket lid and slipping my shirt inside.

"I always have." I couldn't think of any other reason.

"It's soon." She mused. "July the fourth."

I stood in front of her in underpants and socks.

"You will probably be better changing those as well."

"I'm not standing here naked if you're not."

"But I'm not wounded."

"You could get wet."

"You wouldn't."

"Not on purpose." Get your defence in first.

She looked me up and down, slipped off her shoes and turned her back to me.

"Unzip me please."

I pulled her zip down to where the crack between her ass cheeks began. I could see the outline of her knickers through her tights. I unhooked her bra as she stepped from her dress and threw it on top of the laundry basket.

"Is that necessary?" She asked.

I raised my eyebrows.

"You don't mean."

I removed my underpants and socks and showed her my rapidly growing prick.

She looked at it then turned away and ran some water into the sink. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic at the top of her tights and knickers and pulled them down to the ground.

She tutted as she stepped from them.

"Do you think we have time for all this."

She said as I squeezed an ass cheek and ran a fingertip through her pubic hairs to her slit.

"I've got to see to you eye." She said, picking up a flannel and dipping it into the water.

I looked in the mirror. Whatever bleeding there had been had stopped leaving a single red line down my cheek bone. She dabbed at it with the flannel as I pushed my finger inside her fanny. She rose up on tiptoes as I penetrated her.

"Ah. Careful."

She'd finished dabbing at me and closed her eyes as I worked my finger in and out.

I found her anus with the tip of a finger from my other hand and she let out a sigh.

I looked in the mirror again. There was a little nick on the corner of one eyebrow and a purple patch spreading under the eye, which seemed out of all proportion.

Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth down to her own.

"Let's go to bed." She whispered.

I pulled my finger from her hole, watched as she picked up the pile of clothing from the top of the laundry basket and followed her ass into the bedroom. She placed the pile of clothes on the back of a chair and lay down on the bed. She reached up to me as I knelt first by her side and then between her legs. She guided my prick to her entrance and I sank inside her, revelling in her warmth and tightness. I almost pulled out the edged slowly back inside enjoying the sensations my prick was experiencing.

"Do you know?" She started to speak.

This was not the time so I closed her mouth with my lips then opened hers with my tongue all the time moving slowly in and out of her.

I lifted my head to breathe. 

"I've never been to a wedding where I never actually went to the wedding before." She was having problems with her own breathing.

I grunted and quickened my strokes.

Her fingernails were pressing into my back.

"We will have to make the photographs." She panted.

"Yeah. Yeah." I replied in time with my thrusts and breathing.

She closed her eyes and her body tensed. Her fanny tightened around my prick.

She lifted her head.

"I can hear voices." She said, looking around us.

I couldn't give a fuck. I was coming. My prick jerked inside her and my balls lifted and fell.

"It's not been a bad week-end so far. All in all." I said pulling from her and sitting back on my heels. 

I looked down at her fanny. Her lips were still open and a trickle of our combined juices ran down towards her anus. 

I liked these quiet country weddings.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 11



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 11: An Hour Before Mass

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved).

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Chapter 1

1916.

I walked along the path, between the gravestones in the Catholic cemetery. Recognising a name here and there. People I'd known and liked. I stopped and looked down at the stone to his memory. 

Eight o'clock on a Sunday morning The early bell tolled for Mass.

It had been nearly ten years since I had left the village on a music scholarship to study under the great virtuosos of my time Vienna. Ten years since I had last seen her.

Born within a few months of each other. Our three lives had become linked. Playmates from an early age. We'd explored our world together and I'd explored her.

There was a bench seat. Nettles growing up through the slats. I sat down. I felt the familiar pins and needles in the fingers of my right hand.

I remembered the last time I had seen her. It had been the autumn of 1906.

I'd remembered how she had stood by my side as I had played the piano after dinner. Both of us eighteen years of age. Not realising that we were in love. Turning the pages of the music. Standing back as the assembled guests had applauded my efforts. 

How she had taken my hand on the terrace of her parents house as I tried to explain that I had to go. It was a great honour.

I'd had to leave. I'd been convinced by others to go. There wasn't any room in my life at that time for a woman. I had a course of study to complete. A career to pursue. It was wonderful opportunity.

She had looked into my eyes. Hers were lost in the glow of the setting sun behind her. I'd pulled her to me and we had kissed. Urgently, mouths open. I had never kissed her like that before.

She had pushed me away, breathing heavily.

"Are you alright? Natasha." Her mother had called.

She coughed gently.

"Yes, Mother." She took my hand. "Alistair and I are just going for a little walk."

"Don't be long. It will be dark soon. Has he told you his wonderful news?"

"Yes, Mother. Wonderful."

We walked to the stable block. 

The horses were bedded down and the staff at liberty for the evening. 

One groom would remain on duty to see to our horse when it was time to return home. He would have sneaked into the kitchen hoping for a share of the remains of our meal.

She led me into the tack room. The smell of soap and leather striking you as you walked through the door.

He had married her on his return from University to start as a junior in a firm of Solicitors in the near-by town. They'd had two children. 

She'd turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.

We kissed again.

I looked into her eyes.

"Alistair."

"Yes." I replied.

She kissed me again.

My hand ran down her side to her hip.

She breathed in sharply.

Nobody had ever been this familiar with her body.

"What?" She asked.

"Shush."

I kissed her.

I fumbled with the hooks and eyes that secured the back of her dress.

"Alistair, you mustn't." She protested but didn't move away or try to stop me.

I slipped the stiff material over her shoulders, exposing her foundation garments.

I kissed her again. Stifling her half-formed protests.

"Don't." She breathed as I kissed her throat.

"Please, no."

Her voice said no but her hands and sighs said yes.

As my lips touched the top of a breast, I pulled undone the bow at the top of her bodice. Her breasts tumbled free like a waterfall. Her nipples were hard. The surrounds were dark brown in colour. I sucked one into my mouth. She ran her fingers through my hair.

"I don't want to leave you." I gasped.

I could feel my cock straining inside my trousers.

I stood back and helped her step from her dress. Her white undergarment were tied at the waist and reached to just above the knee where they were secured with tiny bows in strips of ribbon.

I pulled undone the bow around her waist and slipped my fingers inside the top and touched the firm flesh of her buttocks.

"You know I love you."

"I do." She replied. Breathing heavily.

I pushed them down, over her hips to mid thigh. I looked down at her mass of dark curly hairs that guarded whilst pointing the way to her love hole.

I'd heard, when I'd been away at boarding school, some of the other lads describe placing their mouths against the opening of various maids and kitchen staff at their parents houses. How they had licked and sucked at the orifice presented, bringing squeals of pleasure from the recipient of their ministrations. I knelt before Natasha and pulled her mons Venus towards my mouth.

"What? What are you doing?" She gasped.

"Something for you." I replied between lapping at the little bud that appeared as if by magic from under a fold of skin.

She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to her. The muscles at the tops of her thighs twitched uncontrollably. I felt her buttocks. Squeezing each orb, pulling them apart then pushing them together.

She cried out and her legs seemed to give way beneath her. I caught her and helped her to the floor. Laying her back on top of her pile of clothing.

My cock was straining to be released from the confines of my trousers so I unhooked the waistband and unbuttoned the flies. 

I leant over her and clamped my lips to hers as I fumbled inside my underwear finally freeing myself and presented the tip of my cock to her orifice.

I pushed into her.

Her muscles clamped tight around me. I pushed again. Then again. I felt her open. I was inside. She cried out. I pushed hard into her and our mounds touched. She cried out again. I felt a pain in my cock as my foreskin was stretched as never before.

I looked down onto her face as I moved slowly in and out.

Her bottom lip was held between her front teeth.

There was a tear in one eye.

She released her lip and smiled up at me.

"Oh Alistair." She helped me take my arms from my jacket as I continued moving in and out of her, and ran her hands up and down my back, underneath my shirt.

I could feel the pressure building inside my balls. Recognised from the many times I had found relief by means of my hand. Almost involuntarily I quickened my strokes. My breathing changed, I was almost panting. I could feel my seed shot from the end of my cock filling her inside.

Chapter 2

I had never married, always too busy. There was always another train to catch to another concert venue. 

Never making real friends. Surviving on snatched affairs with others on the circuit when the opportunity allowed.

He'd left three people who would grieve.

No, many more than that. A pillar of his community. Always involved in this. Always involved in that.

I watched old David, the Sexton, as he left the bell tower. I went to school with his son. He opened his shed and took out his spade and cord.

He would be marking out a new grave.

Whose? I had been away too long. There had been a time when I'd known everybody. I was related to some on the Catholic side of my family. A time when I could predicted most things about most people. 

Who would be next to go in the natural order of things?

I saw a woman walking between the gravestones. She stopped and passed a few words with David. He nodded towards me. She stopped and looked in my direction then turned and walked back to the Church.

She stopped in the doorway and looked back over her shoulder towards me.

My mind travelled back a few months to the trenches in Flanders.

My manager had arranged a comprehensive tour of the United States that would have kept me from this. But I had to be there. Confident that we were right to stand up against the aggression of the strong towards the weak. It would all be over by Christmas anyway.

We knew there was to be a push. His battalion had joined with my own in the forward and communication trenches as we awaited the order to go over the top.

We had met at a briefing given by our two Commanding Officers.

We had shaken hands. So many questions I had wanted to ask. About him. About Natasha.

I had been instructed to return to the Army Headquarters where the Commanding General was giving a lavish dinner party and I was to play for the entertainment of the guests. He was to carry the Battalion war diaries to the headquarters for safekeeping.

We would both be returning in the morning.

I had played for over an hour before being granted my leave.

We had hitched a lift on a Crossly tender to the nearest town and entered a café.

We had sat in a corner and talked over first one, then a second bottle, of wine.

The singer was young. With training she could have developed a half decent voice but night after night in the smoke from a hundred cigarettes combined with numerous glasses of wine had already imparted a gravily tone to it.

He invited her to sit with us when she had finished and poured for her a large glass of red wine. We talked in French. Drank more wine and both followed her upstairs to her room.

Inside, our hands were all over her. Fumbling with her bows and buttons. Drinking more wine from the neck of a bottle. Throwing our side arms and clothing over the back of a chair we had both joined her, naked, on her bed.

She had knelt between my legs and taken my cock into her mouth. I watched as it disappeared then re-appeared as her head moved up and down upon me. He knelt behind her. His cock inside her. Taking his tempo from the movements of her head.

He orgasamed inside her then she had lain on her back to receive me on top. I thrust in and out with vigour. Coming. Coming.

Afterwards the three of us had lain together until the Café owner had banged upon the door to tell her to hurry up and finish with us as he had others waiting for their turn with her.

We had both dressed; giving her whatever money we had upon us and made our way down the stairs.

The patron passed us leading three French Officers upstairs each carrying a bottle of wine.

I thought I heard somebody cry out above the low rumbling of the guns at the front as we walked slowly back towards the Headquarters.

We found our driver asleep in the back of the staff car he had been sent to pick us up in and had him drive us straight back to our units.

I kept remembering the single cry. Like an animal in pain.

At sixteen minutes after five the following afternoon the whistles started to blow and we made our way up the steps, through the sandbag defences and into no mans land.

The shelling would have destroyed their ability to resist us we were told. The Germans hadn't been told and during the next three days nearly one hundred thousand British, Empire and Commonwealth soldiers fell dead or wounded.

As his adjutant, I followed closely behind my Commanding Officer as he led our Battalion forward. The ground trembled under foot from the impact of the shelling from the Germans guns. I could hear the rat, tat, tat, from their machine gun posts. My Commanding Officer spun around to face me and for a second I saw the look of surprise upon his face as his life's blood spurted from the holes in his chest. Then something hit my shoulder and pulled at my wrist and I tumbled head over heels into a deep shell hole. 

My revolver lay across my thighs attached to my lanyard. It was covered in mud. Automatically I picked it up and put it back into its holster.

I struggled into a sitting position out of the foot or so of mud in the bottom of the hole. I couldn't move my right arm. I looked down at my shattered wrist. Funny I could feel no pain.

I looked around me as if in a dream.

He was in my shell hole lying on his back in the mud and water. I caught his collar with my good hand and pulled him to me.

I put my arm around his shoulder and held him close as he told me about Natasha and their children. Their plans for when he returned. I held him until he didn't speak anymore.

I stood up from the bench and walked towards the doors of the Church. It was starting to rain so I kept my overcoat fastened and my hands in my pockets.

Natasha knelt on a prayer cushion arranging flowers in the two vases at the foot of the lectern. He backside was towards me. I imagined the sight that would have greeted his eye's as he pulled the girl in France's buttocks apart before entering her that night.

She stood up and looked at me, dressed in my suit, overcoat and holding my bowler hat. I might have just returned home from a job in the city.

"Hallo, Natasha." I spoke first, breaking the silence that hung heavily between us.

"Hallo, Alistair." She replied and smiled faintly.

Something inside of me leapt.

"The last we heard was that you were in the United States." She sounded bitter. "That would help our war effort."

"That tour was cancelled."

"You heard." She nodded towards the graveyard. "First day of the battle of the Somme."

"I knew." Automatically glancing over my shoulder even though I knew he wasn't out there.

"Where do you live now?" She asked, fussing with some flowers on a stand near the lectern.

"I have a flat in Vienna." Her face looked strained. Had he left her well provided for? "Mostly I live in Hotels."

"With a Soprano, if the gossip rags are correct."

Elsbeth. Her body, warm, inviting. Her breasts large. We had learnt so much about our bodies together. The way she would smile down upon me as she rode on my cock.

She had left to work in Australia then to travel across the Pacific for a series of concerts in North America. I was just breaking in to the top flight of concert pianist's. To take a year away from the main concert circuit when my one chance to finally establish myself had arrived would have been madness. So my manager told me. Anyway the war would be over by Christmas. Better to go straight to the United States.

It didn't matter anymore.

"That was a couple of years back now."

"Alistair? Is that you?"

"Yes Father."

"It has been a long time, my son." He held my left hand between his two. "We thought you must have forgotten us."

"I could never do that."

I looked into Natasha's eyes.

"Is your Mother well?" The Father asked looking me up and down.

"She has her first cold of the winter." I replied.

"I'm sure the Reverend Pearson wouldn't object to my visiting her."

"He never has in the past." Natasha said, lowering her eyes from mine. "I do not think he has any concerns that you may be trying to convert one of his flock."

No, not much chance of that with my mother.

"Will you play for us today?" The Father asked then suddenly turned his head away.

The pins and needles in my fingers returned.

"I'm sorry." I stared at the air between them. "I cannot."

"Why not?" Natasha looked angry. "You would have, once. Before you went away."

"I cannot."

"You said you'd heard. Why didn't you write?"

"I couldn't."

"Oh, Alistair."

She dropped her flowers and ran down the isle towards the doors.

"Natasha." I called after her. "Come back. Let me explain."

"Wait a minute, Alistair."

He looked at my right arm, still in my overcoat pocket.

My fingers, the pins and needles again. I'd been told to expect it. At least I no longer tried to massage them. There was no point when my hand been removed by a surgeon's blade in a first aid station behind our lines the day after I had been shot.


We sat together in the first row of seats and I told him everything.

Of how I'd been with him when he had died. How his last thoughts and words had been for and about Natasha. 

I heard a gasp behind me and I turned in my seat, then stood up to face her. My right arm hung limply by my side and the white bandage covered the stump where my hand had been.

Tears were streaming down her face.

She buried her face in my chest and I wrapped my arm around her.

She lifted her face and I kissed her tears.

She stepped back quickly and shook her head.

"No." She said and turned and walked back towards the doorway. Her head bowed, her shoulders shaking.

I thought of him kneeling behind the girl in France.

"I think it will take some time." The Father said. "For both of you."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 12



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 12: A Birthday Treat

A Paul and Jenny story. By Paul. 
(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.) 
All events and characters are fictitious.

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Chapter 1. 

I sat at my desk in the attic. An economics textbook open before me. I picked up the oblong desk calendar in front of me and ran my fingertip over the wheel to change the date. 3 July 1971 it read.

I looked at my watch. Ten o'clock. Jenny was late back from her lecture. We wouldn't have time for a quick one in the pub before it closed at this rate. I fiddled with the wheel again. The number changed. I was twenty-one. Well, not for two hours. Seven, I suppose, if I were to be really accurate as I'd first drawn breath at two minutes after five in the morning.

What a night that had been. Three people had lost their lives and I had started mine.

I heard a car, no two, pull up outside. At last. But who was with her?

I closed my textbook and made my way down the steep stairs to the landing below. I was about to go into the main bedroom and look out of the window when the front door opened and Jenny burst into the hall.

She wasn't carrying anything except a notebook that she placed on the hall table. 

Where had she hid my present? I'd searched everywhere. In the attic, cellar and outbuilding. Even inside her car.

She was either very good at hiding things or she'd forgotten. She can't have. I'd even discussed the American Independence Day with her. We'd talked about how Michael de Vane and Lee-Anne and the others we had met on our Nile cruise would be celebrating. What Howie and Carole would be likely to be doing in Jamaica? We had both agreed on what they would be doing.

Talking of which.

Jenny saw me at the top of the stairs and flew up to greet me.

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

This was more like it.

I put hands on her ass cheeks.

"Hallo Paul."

I let go, quickly.

"Hallo Mother." 

She stood at the bottom of the stairs, my Father behind her.

"Hallo Dad."

"Alright Paul?" He replied.

"Your Mum and Dad are staying the night." Jenny kissed my nose then my chin. 

"Isn't that wonderful."

"Yeah." 

She pinched my ass.

"Yes of course it is. What brings you to Bristol?" I asked as we walked hand in hand down the stairs.

"Your Mother wanted to be here for some reason." My Father said, as they followed us into the living room.

It looked like the single bed in the spare room for us. That could be fun. "Did you not bring a case?" I asked as they sat on the sofa. Perhaps they were going on to a hotel.

"It's in the car." Mother replied.

"I'll get it for you." I said.

"No need for that." My Father waved me towards my armchair. "I'll get it later."

"I'll make the tea."

Jenny bounced out of the room. She looked happy.

"I'll help her." I said following her.

The kettle was already filled and on by the time I had my arms around her waist and pulled her ass cheeks back into my groin.

"Don't." She said clenching and relaxing alternate cheeks against my prick. 

"Your parents are here."

"Not in here." I pointed out cupping her breasts.

I could almost feel them swelling. I could feel the nipples hardening. She turned her head and lifted her face towards me. I kissed her lips.

Her mouth opened and I pushed my tongue against hers. The tips flicking at one another until she closed her lips around mine and sucked it in and out of her mouth. 

I was getting warm. The kettle was producing more steam than a sauna bath. We really had to get one with an automatic cut off. I kept a tight hold on her as she made the tea.

Walking in step with her as she went from cupboard to fridge to collect the cups and other items. "Carry the tray into the front room." 

She turned to face me.

"I'd hoped."

I started to say.

"And you shall."

She kissed me.

"But not now." She smiled. She did seem happy. "Your parents are here." 

I carried the tray into the living room. I placed it on the coffee table and sat in my armchair. Jenny sat on the floor in front of me, her legs curled beneath her and poured the tea.

"Will you play me something?" Mother asked suddenly. "I do like to hear you play."

"I don't play very often now." I said walking to the piano she'd bought for me. "I'd always hoped he would follow his great Uncle, Alistair." She said to Jenny as I sat down on the piano stool. "He was a concert pianist, you know." 

"I didn't know that." Jenny said. "But then there is a lot about his family I don't know."

"Oh Alistair." My Father had stood up and opened the drink compartment in our sideboard. 

"Still got a bottle of your Grandfathers Malt I see." 

"Help yourself." I said. 

I heard the glug, glug as he poured. Then again. He walked to my side and placed a triple malt on the piano top before me.

"Who was Alistair?" Jenny asked.

"It was his wife, Aunt Natasha, who left Paul the flats in London." My Mother was going into a long story of my family history. 

"Anyway. Alistair was a concert pianist before the First World War. He joined up in 1915 and went to the front to be wounded in the first battle of the Somme." 

"Shattered his shoulder and took his wrist off." My Father said sipping from his glass.

"Yes." My Mother sounded irritated. "Don't ruin it." 

"He came back to England." She continued. "And married the widow of his best friend. He died in the war as well. Natasha's children from her first marriage died in the great flu epidemic of 1919."

"Killed more people then the First World War." My Father took another sip. "Yes dear." My Mother smiled sadly. "Well, Natasha and Alistair married and Alistair went on to teach in London and wrote a number of pieces. 

They were never very well received. Too dark and brooding for popular taste. I placed some in your piano stool.

I stood up and lifted the lid of the stool. I'd looked before of course, but as the top sheets had been mine from home I hadn't looked further. At the bottom were perhaps half a dozen pieces, yellowing with age.

For Natasha, by Alistair Wagstaffe.

Hand written in a slightly disjointed style on top of the first sheet.

I lifted it out and opened it on the music rest. The music was hand written.

"This isn't a print." I said looking at my Mother. "This is an original."

"Your Grandfather found them going through your Grandmothers personal items. He thought you should have them. He says you remind him so much of his brother." I played the opening bars. I stopped and worked some flexibility into my fingers.

"My fingers don't work as well as they used to." I said.

They didn't either.

What with a wrist being crushed by a panther and scare tissue from beating out the flames on Louise's hair it was little wonder. 

I started again. It was a slow piece thankfully. Yes I could see it would not make anybody's top ten. It needed to be played with feeling. As if you had been there to experience the heartbreak in a woman who'd had a husband killed in war and seen her children die, probably before her eyes, and. Yes, there was an and. Beneath the surface the longing of one for another. I started again. Perhaps I'd played too quickly and had missed something. There was something there I couldn't find.

I stopped. He'd only had one hand.

I started again. Right-handed. No, it didn't work. Left-handed. That was better. It seemed to flow. Yes it was haunting and very, very sad.

I stopped and turned.

My Mother and Jenny were both crying.

My Father coughed.

"Have some more whisky, Paul."

Chapter 2. 

I lay on my back on the single bed in our spare bedroom as Jenny undressed. I wished the room would stop spinning.

Why I had to drink those other two glasses of Malt.

Then my mother was crying again when the clock struck twelve.

I picked out the notes on the piano whilst they sang Happy Birthday to me. I could understand why his music was difficult to play. You needed a certain amount of stiffness in your fingers to play it as it had been written and I think it would have lost a lot in transcribing for a right hand dominant two handed player.

I wonder if he ever played it to her. She must have known about it as my mother told me she had found it amongst her things in the flat in London after she died.

I dimly remembered trips to London in the mid-fifties. Staying in the big flat. 

I'd been more interested in the trips to the Zoo. I seemed to remember her being tall and thin. But when you're five everybody is tall. I never met Alistair. He did me, when I was very young. 

He died on the same day as the last King. He had never been particularly well after the First War and his work during the second, as a type of spin merchant for Winston Churchill, who got by with a couple of hours cat-napping each day, took its toll.

Jenny pulled back the sheet and looked down at my prick. 

"That's no use to anybody." She said straddling me and running the lips of her fanny up and down its length.

Her breasts dangled down above me so I reached up and held them.

"How would you like your first present?" She asked.

I could feel my prick growing beneath her.

"What is it?" I asked in reply, kneading her breasts, feeling the nipples against the palms of my hand.

"Me. You frog."

"Do I have to draw you a diagram?" She lifted herself up and, positioning the tip of my prick against the opening to her fanny sank down upon it. "Why do I think I'm doing this?"

She raised and lowered herself.

I felt her ass cheeks.

"You like me." I half smiled up at her.

"Sometimes I wonder why."

She threw back her head and sucked in a lung full of air. He fanny tightened around my prick, squeezing me tight.

I ran a finger between the cheeks of her ass until I touched her anus. A low groan escaped her lips.

"Well?" She panted. "How do you want me?"

"This is fine thanks." I gave her a silly grin.

"That's because you're idle and want me to do all the work."

"It's my Birthday."

I could feel my balls tightening.

She speeded up her movements. I could hear the bedsprings protesting.

"Must get some oil." My breath was coming in short gasps. 

"Why? Why?" She panted. Then threw herself down upon my chest her fanny in spasms about my prick.

She sucked hard once against the side of my neck and let out a long sigh.

"That was nice." She said kissing my chin.

I raised my hips pushing my prick a couple of inches further inside her.

Her eyes opened wide.

"You not finished?" She raised herself and began sliding up and down again. 

"Men. The things I do for you."

"I do things as well?" I protested placing my hands on her hips and almost wanking my self off with her fanny.

I guided her movements. Faster, then slower as a wave of pleasure washed over me. 

Faster again as the pressure in my balls started building again. Then holding her still as I pumped in and out of her from below. I grunted as I came. Jerking inside her.

"Are you alright? Paul." I heard my Mother call from the landing outside.

"Fine." I gasped. 

"Never better." Pulling Jenny's lips to mine.

"I'm sure you're Father gave you too much Whisky. He always does."

"Come back to bed. We haven't finished yet." I heard my Father softly call.

"David." My Mother hissed back. "Be quiet. Paul's awake."

Chapter 3. 

I awoke with a hard on. The tip of my prick nestling between Jenny's ass cheeks. I pushed slightly and felt her wriggle back against me. She lifted her leg slightly and my prick lay along the lips of her fanny. I slid back and forth along it. She moaned. My prick was getting wet. My tongue felt like sandpaper. 

Too much Whisky.

The Sun was streaming through the bedroom curtains. I looked at my wristwatch. 

Seven fifteen.

What to do?

Get up and see if my parents had brought me anything? Fuck Jenny. I reached around her and felt her breasts, rubbing the nipples with my fingertips. I felt them grow and harden. She pushed her ass cheeks back against my pubic hairs. I lifted her thigh and placed the tip of my prick against her fanny and pushed into her. She groaned as I penetrated her. Pulling back I sank back into her, feeling her grip then release me. She relaxed and I set up a slow rhythm moving in and out.

I breathed in the smell of her hair. A slight apple fragrance from my latest shampoo. The curls were a lot looser now. She was having it redone before we went to Jamaica in August. 

I quickened my strokes. Conscious that she hadn't come and that I didn't need much to bring me off in the morning.

"You Ok." I grunted in her ear."

"Yeah." She breathed back.

"I'm nearly there."

"I know."

"Are you going to?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

I was coming. I was there. I closed my eyes and let my balls empty themselves inside her.

I lay still for a few moments. My shrinking prick still inside her.

She turned her head to be kissed. I did it.

"Clean those teeth. You smell of stale whisky."

"You say the nicest things."

I pulled from her squeezed myself onto my back between her and the wall. She looked over her shoulder then turned to face me, resting her head on mine. She looked up and me and I kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry." She said, cupping my balls. "I didn't spoil it for you, did I?"

She looked quite sad.

"No." I hastened to reassure her. "Of course not. It was great." 

"That's alright then." She seemed to brighten immediately. She released my balls, patted my prick and got out of bed 

"What time is it?" She asked, pulling on yesterday's knickers and her jeans and putting on her blouse.

She carried her bra.

"Seven thirty two." I said, glancing at my watch.

"I'll go and make the tea." She opened the door and looked outside as if checking that the coast was clear. 

"What are you on today?"

"A lecture at nine fifteen to ten forty-five." I replied. 

"I can miss this afternoons." She said. "Get up, I hear your parents moving around."

"Alright." I moaned, and stood up, my half hard prick dangling before me. 

"Make it go down and put it away." She said closing the door behind her and speaking to my mother.

"Tea first. Do you think?" I heard her say as they made there way downstairs.

I heard the toilet flush and the heavier step of my father following them down.

"Come on Paul." I heard him call. "We need to be at the Station for nine."

I quickly threw on yesterdays clothes and made my way downstairs. It must be present giving time.

I liked presents. Normally it would be a jumper or other clothes from my parents but it made my mother happy to see me open them. Being an only child I suppose. 

They were all waiting for me at the foot of the stairs.

"Better do it now." My father said, opening the front door.

Jenny barred my way.

"Close you eyes."

Silly games time was it.

I closed my eyes and allowed her to lead me out of the house.

Three paces outside we stopped.

"Keep your eyes closed." I sensed Jenny's head was close to my own. "I'm watching you."

I could hear popping noises.

"Just uncovering it." My father said.

Nothing seemed to happen for ten seconds.

"Alright." Jenny kissed my cheek. "You can open them now."

I did. Blinking for a second in the sunlight.

"Its." I started.

"Green?" Jenny said.

"Its."

"A car." My mother said.

"Its."

"Yours." My father said, pressing a key into my hand.

"It's a Morgan."

"Ordered it four years ago. Couldn't insure you until you were twenty-one. Didn't think it would be finished on time. We had to collect it ourselves yesterday."

My mother and father both seemed to be talking at once.

I wasn't really listening.

A Morgan.

"Thank you. Thank you." I repeated.

I turned to Jenny.

"Happy Birthday, Paul."

I put my arm around her waist and kissed her.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13: Jamaican Fun

 (Copyright 2000. By Paul. All rights reserved).

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Chapter 1. 

I awoke with a hard on.

Jenny lay on her back by my side. 

She looked to be asleep.

I looked at my wristwatch. Seven-fifteen. It was still quite dark in the bedroom in the flat in London.

I turned over onto my side and looked down at the lumps she made in the sheets. She was supposed to have finished her period the day before, so, hopefully, she would be a blood free zone for the whole of our stay in Jamaica and the week we would be spending taking Louise back to her Parent's in New England. Michael de Vane insisted that we spend two days with him on our way there. It was important he said, so I suppose we had to go. Jenny had had a funny look in her eye as she had read out his letter. He seemed to write every month, something he had never done before, and his letters were full of the progress of Lee-Anne's twins. 

Especially the daughter.

Interesting in its way, but things she should be telling Jerez. Not me.

Jenny had looked at me.

Okay. 

I'd fucked her. 

Jenny didn't know that. 

I hoped. 

But Lee-Anne was a Doctor. 

Don't look at me. 

I'd asked if it was all right to come inside her. 

She'd said yes. 

It's the woman's responsibility after the question has been asked. 

Especially if you're responsible enough to ask, willing to withdraw at the crucial moment, wear something. Be responsible. Then what happened after the woman says yes cannot be your responsibility. It cannot be.

There must be trust on both sides. 

And both sides must be equally responsible for their actions. Pleasure has two recipients.

If she'd said, no.

Don't.

Please wear something.

Don't come inside me.

And you respected her request, then you have done nothing wrong. 

After all.

Only they know who'd had them before you and whom they were going to let have them after they left you. 

And when.

It has even been suggested that some females have more than one man in a cycle and then tell the 'best catch' monetary wise, that any resultant child is his. 

They are very sad people.

I don't believe anybody could do that and look themselves in the mirror in the morning. 

I placed my hand lightly onto her stomach. She moaned. I described a circle around her abdomen with my fingertips just touching her skin. I felt her give an involuntary shudder.

I brushed against the top of her pubic hairs. That was a good sign. No knickers.

I let my hand rest lightly on her pubic mound and looked at her face.

A little smile twitched at the corner of her lips. She seemed to groan through her nose.

I let the middle finger of my hand follow the outline of her fanny lips between her legs. Her thighs seemed to fall apart to give me access.

I rubbed the little hairy bit between her two holes and she sighed.

Back to where her fanny lips began.

Pulling first one lip then the other aside I managed to work the tip of my finger inside her. 

She took a deep breath.

I pushed it further inside, feeling her hole moisten around it. I pulled it almost out then back in very slowly until my index and forth fingers were lying along her lips. I rubbed the sides and back of her hole inside with my finger. Exploring her. The worked my finger in and out as her lubrication increased. 

She took a short sharp breath. Her breathing then became faster almost laboured as if she was doing something strenuous. 

Still working my finger in and out I moved it up to the top of her fanny then felt for her swollen rice grain of a clitoris.

She gasped as I found it and started to massage it.

Her eyes opened as she came and she pulled my mouth down to her own.

She lifted my hand from her hole and placed it on her breast.

"What a lovely way to wake up."

She stifled a yawn and stretched, rubbing her foot up and down my shins.

I pushed back the sheets and looked down on her breasts. Firm and white with little finger sized nipples standing erect. They needed sucking so I lowered my mouth to one and drew it into my mouth, swirling around the tip with my tongue. She ran the fingers of one hand through my hair and reached down for my prick with the other. It was just out of reach so she poked a finger into my belly button.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. She smiled at me. I smiled back and turned around so my mouth was level with her pubic mound and my prick hers.

She worked my foreskin back and forth then guided the tip of my prick between her lips. She gently squeezed my balls with the fingers of her other hand as I bent one her legs, placed her inner thigh against my ribs and kissed her fanny. I opened her lips with my thumbs and drank in her aroma. I tickled her anus with one fingertip as I lowered my mouth to her hole. I licked and sucked on both lips from front to back then circled her clit with my tongue. She stopped her movements on my prick for a few seconds as I sucked her clit from its hood then she seemed to attack it. With her hand and mouth working together she worked it in and out of her mouth. I felt the pressure building as I licked her faster and harder. She was panting and sucking then her body tensed as I came in her mouth. She slowed her strokes to catch and swallow each load as I shot against the back of her throat.

I rolled over onto my back. One knee bent.

She turned and lay on my chest looking down at me. She lent forward and pressed her mouth to mine. Her tongue licked against my lips as if asking for access so I allowed her in. Her tongue entered and I tasted the salt of my come. "Just wanted to share breakfast with you." She said as she lifted her head.

I squeezed her ass cheeks.

Chapter 2. (Paul). 

Our plane left Heathrow at Eleven-thirty and we should be in Jamaica by six that evening, even allowing for a two-hour stop in Miami where we changed planes.

Jenny sat by the window and I in the centre seat as the plane took off. The third seat was empty.

We held hands.

She wore a pale blue skirt and blouse. The skirt was mid thigh when she stood up but only just covered her knickers when she sat down. In fact, if I could just pull the hem up an inch or two.

"Didn't you get a close enough look at it earlier on?" She asked in a low voice as I tried to work the hem up with my little finger.

She didn't try to stop me, mind.

She looked around, so did I.

The plane was only three-quarters full and only one seat was taken in the row next to us. She was a cracker. Her hair was almost black and her eyes were of the deepest brown. Her nose was slightly large. Her dress was even shorter then Jenny's skirt was. She would have been twenty-two or three. She looked sad.

A family of six occupied the two rows behind her and I don't know what was the aggravating. 

The noise the children made or the continual apologies of the parents.

She looked at me and I dragged my gaze from the hemline of her dress. She smiled weakly then turned to look out of the window.

Jenny nudged me in the ribs with her elbow.

"Is this better?" She asked.

"What?"

I looked down. She had pulled up her skirt and opened her legs enough so that I could see the white material of her knickers disappear between her thighs.

"Hmm." I said.

She took my hand between hers and held its edge to her pubic mound.

I disentangled one finger and rubbed its tip along her fanny lips through the white, slightly damp, material of her knickers. Her knickers became damper.

"You can't sit there all day in wet knickers." I whispered in her ear.

"You have another think coming if you think I am going to sit her without any on." She hissed back.

I rubbed a little harder.

She opened her legs slightly wider and looked out of the window.

She gasped as I rubbed against her clit. Hand to her mouth to stifle any sounds.

She took two deep breaths and looked at me with eyes full of passion. Her legs closed tightly around my hand and she gasped out loud.

"Tea or coffee, Sir?" The Stewardess by my side asked looking down at Jenny's lap.

Jenny went bright red, released my hand, lifted her ass from the seat and pulled down the hem of her skirt.

"Coffee I think, please." I replied, trying to hold the stewardess's eyes with my own. 

We pulled down our trays and I took the two offered cups with bags of sugar and small tubs of milk.

Jenny starred out of the window.

The stewardess spoke to the girl opposite who also had coffee, white no sugar then she moved on to do battle with the family.

Jenny looked at me.

"Don't you ever embarrass me like that again." She hissed.

"What did I do?"

"Making me sit here half naked while you abuse my body. Then letting people see."

"I was concentrating on you."

She looked at me. Took a deep breath and sighed. 

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I know what I'd like you to do."

I smiled at her.

"No." She looked around. The girl opposite was watching us. "All the toilets are in full view."

She was right. On our way back from the Caribbean the previous year a curtain had covered the toilet entrances. On this plane all the toilet doors were in view of the passengers.

"Never mind we will soon be there."

"Another twelve hours."

"Think of how much you will enjoy it when we actually do it." She looked at me. "No, don't think about it."

I sulked a bit, drank my coffee then joined in her speculation as to what the hotel would be like and if Howie and Carole would have changed much in the fifteen months or so since we last saw them. And what about Louise?

She gave me a funny look.

She had dumped me in the back of the car on top of her naked body. I was bound to look when I regained consciousness. The Stewardess returned and collected the cups and things.

I stood up and went to one of the toilets at the rear of the plane.

I dropped my underpants and trousers and sat down.

Yes. Louise.

It was a shame about what had happened to her.

My anus relaxed and my bowels opened.

I did the paper work.

I stroked my prick a few times. It seemed reluctant to grow.

Maybe later? Perhaps Jenny? 

I left the cubical. 

I squeezed past a stewardess. Did I imagine it or did she push her ass cheeks back against my groin?

I walked slowly back to my seat. Pondering.

The black haired girl was sitting next to Jenny.

"Hallo Paul." Jenny said as I sat down. "This is Rachael."

"Hallo." I sat down. "How do you do?" 

Chapter 3. 

We arrived in Miami at two-thirty in the afternoon, local time.

Those who were going on were taken to the departure lounge where we were told our Plane had developed a fault and we would have to remain there until it was mended. There would be another flight the following afternoon we were assured but, unfortunately would not be allowed to pass through immigration without a valid US visa. Jenny and I had one and I was all for waving it the Stewardess and moving into a hotel for the night but Jenny pulled me to one side and whispered in my ear that that would mean leaving Rachael on her own in the departure lounge. 

We couldn't do that, could we? 

Actually I could. But then I looked into her dark brown eyes framed by long black hair. Jenny placed her hand on my ass cheek and it was decided.

We seemed to have gotten most of Rachael's life story from her on the flight across.

Twenty-four years of age. A graphics designer. I'd always wondered what one of those was.

This should have been her honeymoon but she had caught her fiancée in bed with a friend from his works. A male friend, and had called the wedding off two days before.

She wanted to stay at home and hide but her father had insisted she use the holiday as it was too late to claim a refund. The airline had been willing to change the departure date of one of the tickets and her cousin, Sarah, would be flying out to join her in two days.

As her Mother had said. 'If she wanted to be alone then she couldn't be more alone than on the other side of the planet for a couple of days getting him out of her system.'

Made sense to me.

Then it had come to our turn to give a potted history of ourselves.

I left it to Jenny to explain that we had just completed our second years at University and were going to Jamaica to stay with friends.

She asked us which hotel.

Jenny told her.

"Same as mine." She replied. "I hear it's very nice."

"The friend we are visiting is the assistant manager and his girlfriend is a receptionist." Jenny continued. "He was injured last year by a shotgun and is only now fully recovered."

"We're staying at that hotel."

A voice from behind us.

The father of the family was speaking.

"We're going for two weeks." The eldest child, a boy of around twelve or thirteen years of age chipped in.

Wonderful. I thought.

"That's nice." Jenny liked children. She'd better if she were going to be a teacher. "I hope you enjoy yourself."

The other three children seemed to be drawn to Jenny as if she was a magnet.

"What do you do?" Number two asked. A quite pretty girl twelve years old perhaps. The slightest suggestion of swellings on her chest.

"Oh. We are both at University. I'm going to be a teacher and Paul is studying to become an Accountant. Eventually." She added.

I looked out of the window as she told them where we lived. The sun was setting and, as happened in these latitudes, darkness was falling quickly. At home twilight lasted until ten o'clock. It had taken some getting used to on the previous visit to this part of the world. Light, the sun sink's, dark. Very little in-between.

Our departure lounge seemed to have been cordoned off as if we were quarantined. I watched as others made there way along the raised walkways to their night haul flights. The airline staff had been very apologetic but there had been nothing they could do. Should I try one last time to get Jenny to let me use our visa and move into a hotel.

She was talking.

"And if you ask Paul nicely I am sure he could tell you all a story."

I looked around at four expectant faces.

The boy, the girl and twin girls. All between ten and thirteen. The horrible age.

I looked at Jenny and she smiled back.

"Go on." She urged. "Rachael and I are going for a walk."

"Where?" I asked.

"Somewhere you can't come."

"They're going to the toilet." One of the twins spoke up.

I noticed the parents slipped quietly away as well.

Right. They wanted a story.

I told them of a party of one venture scout and three girl guides who'd stopped in a remote farmhouse belonging too the Aunt and Uncle of one of the guides one night. How there had been an escaped convict there. An evil, vicious man. He had killed a warder escaping from prison.

He'd held them all up, except for the boy member of the party who'd stayed behind to lock a gate. As the boy was walking towards the farmhouse he knew that something was following him. Something frightening. Something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand upright and caused him to break out into a sweat. Something was watching him. He managed to get to the farmhouse safely and heard voices inside. Instead of knocking on the door he'd looked through the window and saw that the vicious convict had tied everybody up and was beating up the owner of the house. The picture of Jo being bent over the table and fucked from behind flashed before my eyes. I left it out of the story. The boy had to wait as the convict had a shotgun. All the time he was aware of something outside the building with him. Something he couldn't see but knew was there. Something that growled and rumbled. Something that was watching him. Eventually the convict left the room with one of the guides.

"What for?" One of the twins asked, sitting closer to me.

"I think he was going to torture her." I replied.

The boy had slipped inside the farmhouse grateful to away from whatever was out there. 

Remembering a report they'd read in a local paper as they had driven up to the farmhouse about an escaped Black Panther from a local, private zoo. I thought of the sight that had greeted me as I'd climbed the stairs after freeing the others.

Carole on her hands and knees with Small moving in and out of her. First her fanny, then her ass hole. Her screams. Her screams.

Back to the story. I'd best leave that bit out.

The boy had fought the convict, breaking his own ankle falling down the stairs but making him flee the farmhouse.

A very brave guide went for help, alone.

The convict sent the Black Panther into the farmhouse and the boy had fought it, with his bare hands at first, then picking up the shotgun, had killed it.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13



The convict had run away after almost capturing and torturing the brave guide who'd gone for help.

Then the police, fire brigade, ambulances and soldiers had arrived and everybody was taken to hospital.

"Why did the boy kill the panther?" The second twin asked.

"Because it had bit his arm and was going to attack the other people in the farmhouse."

"Why couldn't it run away and kill the convict?"

"Because the boy had shot it in the leg first."

"Why?"

"Because he wasn't a very good shot, one handed, with a shotgun."

"And the convict?" The eldest girl asked.

"The boy killed him later, but that's another story."

"Tell us it. Please." They all seemed to ask at once.

"Tell them what?" Jenny asked as they returned.

"Just a story."

"He was telling us about a boy fighting a big Black Panther with his bare hands." Twin number 

two said, her eyes wide.

"You didn't tell them that?" Jenny didn't look pleased. "You'll give them nightmares."

"You told me to tell them a story." I was on the offensive. "Should I have told them about our cruise in the Caribbean or on The Nile instead."

"Please." The eldest daughter chirped.

"Let's not argue about it." Jenny smiled down at me. I was going to lose.

I stood up.

"I'm off to the toilet." I said and tried to storm off. "Look after my jacket." She would, it contained half our travellers cheques and some American dollars in case of an emergency. I had a little Sterling and some Jamaican currency inside my wallet in the hip pocket of my trousers.

"Don't be long." Jenny looked up at me from underneath her eyelids. "I'll miss you."

My prick gave a twitch.

I hurried to the toilet and entered a cubical. Dropping my pants and trousers I sat down and waited for my bowels to move. I could feel the pressure building. My anus opened with a fart and allowed my waste to exit.

I sat back, waiting for a second movement, and picked up my prick.

I couldn't see us doing much in the departure lounge tonight so I started stroking myself. Best if my balls were empty.

I closed my eyes.

The first night I had stayed in Miami I had been ill, now the second would be spent in an airport departure lounge. My mind went back to Haiti the previous year. Carole and Dorothy being gang banged in the graveyard. Taking two, sometimes three men at a time and still wanting more. Then Jenny being forced to drink the aphrodisiac by Mambo Lang and the two nights and a day of sex that followed. It had hurt to piss by the end.

I wonder if I should tell the kiddies that story. 

About Jenny on her hands and knees and me slipping in and out of her moist, no wet, hole. Feeling her grip my prick inside her as she came. Then wanting it again and again. Every position we could think of we tried. Every part of her body we could use we did.

Finally watching her riding up and down on my prick as I sat on the toilet seat in the plane on the return flight from Miami via Lisbon. 

I felt my balls tighten and quickened my strokes.

I was there. 

I tried to rip off some toilet paper with one hand and catch my come but failed. It landed on the floor, on my hands and shirt-sleeves and in my pants and trousers as they lay around my ankles.

"Paul? Are you in there."

It was Gerry, the eldest child.

"I didn't believe that story you told us." He continued. "Nobody would try to fight a big Cat with their bare hands."

"You're right." It was easier to agree. "Nobody with any sense anyway."

I used some paper to wipe the floor in front of me.

"What are you doing?" Gerry asked.

"Spilt something." I replied.

"What?"

"Something, that's all."

He was silent for a minute so I wiped everything I could, stood up and pulled up my pants and trousers.

They felt wet around my balls and ass cheeks.

All my clean clothes were on the plane in our suitcases.

"Your girlfriend sent me in to get you. We're going into one of the cafes for something to eat."

"Her name is Jenny."

"What's your other girlfriends name."

"Rachael. And she's not my girlfriend."

"Oh."

I flushed the toilet and left the cubical for the sinks.

Rolling up my shirtsleeves I washed my hands and splashed some water over my face and hair. 

I dried myself by manoeuvring my head and hands under the stream of hot air from the dryer.

"What are those marks on your arm?" Gerry couldn't have been standing more than a foot away from me.

"I was attacked by a Black Panther."

Get on." He scoffed. "You're kidding. It was only a story."

"As you say." I rolled my sleeves down. Saw the drying come and rolled them back up. "It was only a story."

The departure lounge was empty when we returned to it but one of the stewardesses was waiting at an exit and led the way to a cordoned and screened section of the main restaurant.

Large bowls of salad were laid out on the tables and jugs of water and orange juice.

I could have done with a beer.

This was a family room and was alcohol free. I was told when I asked a passing waiter.

Back in the departure lounge we were told that our plane would be leaving at five in the morning and we would start boarding shortly after 4am.

At least we were getting somewhere.

I was forced to tell another story so I told of our cruise two winters before. I told them about Voodoo and Black Magic and Zombies and magic stones and shootings and fights. I was enjoying it myself by the end. 

Again I got into trouble with Jenny.

That Gerry had been talking and everybody wanted to look at my forearm. I don't think any of them believed that the scars it bore were caused by the teeth of a Black Panther.

I was glad of that.

The lights in the departure lounge were dimmed at eleven pm after the last flight left and I put my arm around Jenny and held her whilst she rested her head on my shoulder. She only had brought a thin cardigan with her as by now we should have been in a hotel in Montego Bay surrounded by the contents of our suitcases.

I spread my jacket out across the two of us. It reached to our laps.

Hmm.

I was about to see if I could pull up the hem of her skirt when I felt a nudge on my shoulder the felt the weight of Rachael's head as she settled against me.

I could have done with a piss.

It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 4. (Paul). 

I awoke with a hard on and a stiff back.

Jenny had pulled the arm I had placed around her during the night underneath her own arm and my fingers lay against the side of one of her breasts. Which was nice of her. The only problem was I couldn't feel my fingers.

I tried to flex and relax my muscles without actually moving anything and waking the two girls up.

I failed.

Jenny lifted her head and looked up at me.

"Kiss." She mumbled, still mostly asleep.

I slowly lowered my lips to hers, held the contact for a couple of seconds then lifted my head before my neck went into spasm.

Jenny wormed herself even closer to me if possible.

"What's the time?" She whispered.

"Quarter to three." I whispered back, reading the time from a bright yellow electric clock above the exit.

"Hmm." She murmured as some feeling returned to my fingers and I prodded at her breast.

She cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. Her fingertips traced the outline of my prick through my trousers. She reached the tip and it strained to touch her. She slowly drew her fingernails down my shaft until she touched my zip. I felt her fingers it following up, towards the waistband of my trousers and flicking up its little safety fastener. 

I took a deep breath in as she slowly unzipped me. I breathed out deeply as she reached inside my trousers and pulled out my prick. I closed my eyes as she stroked it up and down.

She shifted her position and her head disappeared beneath my jacket. I could feel her warm breath then her moist lips as they drew me into her mouth. My foreskin pulled back, then released. Pulled back, then released.

The blood was returning to my fingers with a vengeance. Pin and needles in their tips. I waggled them about for a few seconds and looked around whilst Jenny's head continued to bob up and down beneath my jacket. 

The family had spread themselves out on the two rows behind us and seemed to be asleep. There was a man sitting in the row behind them with his back to us smoking a cigarette.

I felt my balls tightening and grabbed hold of one of Jenny's breasts as I came, trying not to gasp out loud.

I felt Rachael move by my side as I finished coming inside Jenny's mouth.

I looked across and down, into her eyes.

Chapter 5. 

We landed at Montego Bay International Airport at nine fifteen in the morning local time.

I followed Rachael and Jenny down the flight of steps and held Jenny's hand as we walked across to the Arrivals building.

Jenny looked up at the balcony above and started waving. I followed the direction of her wave and recognised Howie, standing head and shoulders above those around him with both his arms around the rather prominent waist of the tall blond girl in front of him.

"I didn't know she was pregnant." I said, as we passed through the doors and queued at immigration.

"Neither did I." Jenny said pushing her bum back into my groin.

I put the hand I wasn't carrying our hand luggage with around her waist and tickled her belly button through her blouse.

She wriggled her ass cheeks against me. I felt my prick growing.

We were through immigration and Linda had her arms around my neck.

She smiled at me as she pulled away.

"You are pleased to see me." She said with a glint in her eye.

Howie was shaking my hand.

"It's great to see you again, buddy."

We introduced Rachael.

The Hotel Manager in Howie took over when he realised she was staying at his Hotel and he helped her find her luggage and escorted her to the coach that was waiting to take us to the hotel.

Jenny was full of questions about how Carole became pregnant, well, not exactly how, we knew that, but how.

It was due in four weeks. She and Howie were getting married the following weekend. Her mother was coming out in four days time and would be staying with her for at least a month, and everything was wonderful. She was glowing.

Jenny was excited though she did take her to task over not telling us earlier. 

"I had a bit of a scare a couple of months ago which is why I didn't make the 

wedding back in June. I enjoyed reading your letter. Are you sure Linda will be alright with this Ian of hers."

And on it went.

I sat behind them on the coach and looked out of the window. Everything was so bright and colourful.

It felt as if I'd just left a cinema showing a film in black and white to enter one showing a film in Technicolor.

The coach was air-conditioned but my shirt was still sticking to my skin. I pulled it away from my body and let the cool air get at my skin.

The Hotel was situated a mile or so to the south of the town of Montego Bay.

At the reception desk we were given the key to our room after signing in. I made to follow the others to the lifts but was called back by Howie.

"This way, Paul." He called. "Just follow us."

He led us through the large glass doors at the rear of the Hotel. Past the edge of the large swimming pool to one of perhaps half a dozen wooden chalets half hidden amongst trees and brightly covered shrubs. The air was heavy with the perfume from the flowers.

I handed him the key and he opened the door.

"VIP accommodation." He said, ushering us inside.

The boy with our suitcases on a trolley followed us inside.

"Just put them in the bedroom, George." Howie told him.

We looked around.

Jenny opened all the doors. A large bedroom on one side where George was placing the suitcases and a smaller bedroom and toilet and bathroom on the other with a brick fire place and chimney stack between them.

There was a three-seater wicker sofa and two wicker armchairs on opposite sides of a glass topped wicker coffee table. A small wicker bar stood in one corner of the room with three padded bar stools with wicker backs against it.

"You'll be thirsty." Howie said stepping behind it. "I mix a mean rum punch." 

He disappeared below the top of the bar and reappeared with a bottle of rum and some cordial.

"Howie." Carole said. "It's only ten thirty. It's a little early."

"Come on. You're on holiday."

"I'll try a small one." I said.

"Just a coke for me." Jenny said looking at me.

"Okay." Howie had picked up a mixer. "Two Rum punches coming up."

Carole went to the small fridge behind the bar and took out two small bottles of coke that she opened and poured into two tumblers. She handed one to Jenny and sat at one end of the sofa. Jenny sat in an armchair while I watched Howie mix the drink. If I had my own bar I'd need to know how to do this.

He poured the drink into two wide rimmed glasses and handed me one. I sniffed at it than sipped the contents.

Nice.

I sat in the armchair next to Jenny opposite to Carole. She sat with her thighs open to support her lump and I had full view of her knickers.

Howie sat on the sofa next to Carole and placed his arm around her.

The wedding plans were discussed.

"After the wedding my Father has hired a Yacht for a few days for us to go on a cruise as a wedding present. We'll be back long before you head off for the states. We'd really appreciate your keeping an eye on Louise while we're gone. And Carole's Mother. We're sorry to spring this on you but we only decided we were going to get married a couple of weeks ago and we didn't want to put you off coming."

Carole smiled at me then turned to Jenny.

"It would be a loud off our minds to know that Louise will be with you." She looked at the floor then back to Jenny. "She is house trained."

Penny dropping. Two bedrooms.

"When is she moving in?" I asked.

"Not for a couple of days." Howie topped up my glass. "Let you have chance to see a bit of the Island."

Carole stood up.

"I think we had best leave you alone to settle in and unpack."

"There's a cold buffet table on from ten am to midnight each day." Howie was back to being a Hotel manager. "Food is also served from the menu in the evenings in the Restaurant and at poolside. No swimming in the pool after six p.m. The track over there." He pointed. "Leads to our private beach. I've booked us in for a round of golf tomorrow at eight. We can get around before the heat of the day. My Father and the Manager, Harry Tomes, will make up the four."

"Oh. Is your Father here?" Jenny asked.

"Yep. Flew in a couple of days ago on the company's plane. He's been looking to check out a few new sites on the Island for a while."

"Come on let's go." Carole was standing by the door. "If you want to sleep for a couple of hours you do. You can't have had much last night."

I don't know, I thought, as she closed the door behind them to our chorus of 'see you later.' Had a wank and a blow job. Still there's nothing like the real thing.

I followed Jenny's ass into the bedroom. The suitcase's had been laid on top of the bed and she opened hers. First came out the towels. I kept telling her the Hotel would have them. Then a change of underwear, a wrap around skirt and a blouse.

I placed my arms around her waist.

"Oh." She moaned. "I am a little tired."

"It'll perk you up."

"I didn't get much sleep last night."

I stated to undo the buttons on her blouse.

"It's good for you."

"Hmm. Are you sure."

I slipped her arms out from the sleeves of her blouse and unhooked her bra. I put a hand on each breast and held them, the nipples in the palms of my hands. I felt them hardening.

"You don't have too if you're too tired."

"You'll sulk."

"No." I undid the waistband of her skirt and pulled down the zip. "I don't mind. Honestly."

Her skirt fell around her ankles. She stepped from it and turned to face me.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I slipped my hands inside her knickers as we fenced with our tongues.

"Well if you're sure you won't mind I'll go for a shower then."

My jaw must have dropped.

She kissed my chin and smiled up at me.

I moved my hand around between us and ran a fingertip along the lips of her fanny. She closed her eyes.

"If you're sure you want too?"

I pushed the tip of my finger inside her.

"In a minute." She breathed into my ear.

"A minute?" I asked, working my finger in and out of her.

"Maybe five."

Her fingers were at the buttons of my shirt. She undid two, closed her eyes and stopped, then continued.

I ran a finger down the crack between her ass cheeks. I felt them twitch.

My trousers fell to the floor.

"Let's go to bed." I whispered in her ear.

"The suitcases." She yawned and stretched.

"I'll move them." I said.

They were on the floor before she had taken her knickers off. My underpants joined them before she had lain down.

I lay by her side and looked down at her.

Her face was slightly fuller than when we had first meet two years before, so were her boobs. I looked at them and the nipples that seemed to reach up to me demanding a kiss.

I lowered my mouth to one and sucked gently. Lifting my head I moved to the other. First swirling my tongue around it I drew it into my mouth and suckled as if I we're a baby.

She breathed deeply and ran her fingers through my hair.

I moved back to the first and sucked on that. She arched her back and pushed gently on my shoulders. I moved down the bed, kissing her navel, and between her thighs.

I pulled her lips apart. She glistened inside. I lowered my mouth and kissed it. She gasped. I licked the inside walls. She groaned. I pushed a finger inside her as I sucked her clit into the open. She arched her back and gave a little sob. I sucked on it then flicked it from side to side. She muttered something I didn't catch and pulled my head closer to her and moved her hips.

I worked a second finger inside her, feeling the walls of her tube.

I flicked her clit from side to side as I moved my fingers in and out together. Moving them faster, then faster still.

She was lifting her hips off the bed making little sounds at the back of her throat.

I felt her tense against my mouth. She held her breath as I licked and licked and licked, still ramming my fingers in and out of her. With a cry she squeezed my head between her thighs for a few seconds then relaxed.

I knelt back on my heels and pulled my fingers from her hole.

She smiled and reached up for me. I leaned over her and she reached between us and guided my prick inside her. I sank down until our pubic mounds touched. She kissed my chin. I pulled out and pushed back in.

She whimpered like a puppy.

I moved faster, feeling her grip me as if wanting to keep me inside. Reluctant to let me leave then opening to welcome me back.

Her thighs tightened around my hip, she was panting, then so was I. I could feel sweat running down my back and sides. I imagined I heard it squelching between my ass cheeks. It dripped from my forehead onto her face.

I could feel my balls tightening.

She was getting wetter. Her lubrication increasing. I was coming. I gasped as I shot into her.

Chapter 5. (Paul). 

I awoke with a hard on.

I looked at my wristwatch. It was a quarter to seven.

I was due on the golf course at eight. The Hotel mini bus was leaving for the course at a quarter to so that gave me an hour to kill.

What to do?

Jenny lay on her side facing away from me. I lifted the single sheet that covered our bodies and looked down at her, following the outline of her spine until it disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. I threw the sheet away and slipped in behind her my prick just touching the soft skin between the two hemispheres. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13



She groaned softly.

I lifted one of her cheeks and pushed the tip of my prick against her anus. I felt it clench tightly closed. I hadn't put it up there in months. We hadn't even brought any Vaseline with us.

Oh well.

I slid slightly further down the bed and let my prick move to the soft hairs between her two holes. I pushed slowly and gently in and against it.

"Hmm." 

She turned her head to face me.

"Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?" She complained sleepily.

"Got to out ready for golf in less than an hour." I explained pushing the tip of my prick against the opening of her fanny. I felt it give, slightly.

"I don't." She said opening her legs a little.

"Don't you want to caddy for me? Or drive the little trolley?"

I promised Carole I'd stay with her and Louise."

She grunted as I entered her then let out a long sigh as I started moving in and out.

She pulled my hand around onto her breast and held it there.

I felt her fanny tighten around my prick and my balls start to lift. Three more thrusts and I was there.

It was my turn to gasp as I jerked and sprayed inside her.

I pulled out and lay on my back. She turned onto her side towards me and placed her head on my shoulder. I ran a fingertip down her back and between her ass cheeks.

"Can I do anything for you?" I asked, stretching.

"Leave me some money."

"Is that all?"

"Leave me a lot of money."

"I didn't mean that."

"What?"

"Do you want me to do anything to you?"

"You just did. Don't you remember."

"Yes. But."

"It was very nice. Thank you very much but it's all I want at the moment." 

She turned over away from me.

"Now let me go back to sleep and go away and play your silly game."

I looked down at her ass. She pulled the sheet up.

"No. Go away."

I climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Chapter 6. 

I met Howie in the restaurant at half past seven and joined him in a bowl of cereals and two cups of coffee.

Harve, Howie's father and Andy, hiss boss joined us in the second cup before the mini bus pulled up outside and one of the receptionists, a beautiful black girl called Ruby, came and whispered into Howie's ear.

Did I imagine it or did her tongue just touch the little hairs inside?

Why did I see sex in everything? I'd just fucked the girl I loved so my balls were empty. I was on a paradise Island just off for a round of golf. A pretty girl whispers in Howie's ear and I immediately think he must be having an affair. But she did lick the inside of his ear. Perhaps it's a local custom. I had better ask Jenny. On second thoughts perhaps not. Better to ask Howie when I could have a quiet word with him. I didn't want to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and we men had to stick together.

"Well gents." Howie said standing up. "Our transport awaits."

We followed him out.

"Shall we draw for who gets Paul."

He said as the mini bus pulled away.

"What's your handicap?" Andy asked.

"Golf." I replied, looking out of the window.

"What?"

"A joke. Hey?" Harve said.

"Eighteen."

Well I would have been had I kept it up.

"Well I'm ten, Andy's eight and Howie's six." Harve continued.

It wasn't difficult to see what Howie spent his time doing.

"Let's say Howie plays with Paul." Andy suggested.

I saw now why Howie wanted to draw lots for me.

"Yeah. That's fine." Harve said.

"What are we playing, match play?" I suggested.

"But that would give you a shot on every hole." Andy spoke.

"Well you would get a shot on the eight longest hole and Harve the ten longest."

"And I the six." Howie was thinking. "Okay everyone. Shall we make it interesting? Say five bucks a hole."

Harve looked at his son.

"I was thinking twenty-five." He said. "Each."

"Uh." A sound left the back of my throat.

"Don't worry partner." Howie slapped me on the back. "I have a plan."

The mini bus pulled through the gates of a country club and pulled up in front 

of the main entrance.

We climbed out. The back doors of the bus were opened and four youths around fourteen years of age ran up.

Three sets of clubs were lifted out

Everybody looked at me.

"Well I didn't bring any with me." I explained.

"Get him a set." Harve said to the man in a white shirt and dicky-bow tie standing in the entrance.

"Yes Sir." He replied and disappeared inside.

"The locker room is this way." Harve said leading the way to a doorway into an annex on one side of the building.

I stood around whilst everybody opened their golf bags and took out spiked shoes.

"Did you bring nothing?" Howie whispered.

"I didn't know I was going to play golf." I complained.

"Look Howie." I continued in a low voice. " I am not sure this is a good idea. I haven't hit a ball in nine months."

"Okay. So you will be a bit rusty."

"And eight months before that."

"But you said you were eighteen."

"I would have been at least that if I'd kept it up."

I smiled at him.

"What was your plan?" I asked.

"You make par on the short holes and I'll hold our own on the long." 

"Good plan."

"Come on." Howie looked worried. "You're a better player than that. You must be. There are some shoes on the rack over there. Try 'em on for size."

"Do you want to up the ante, Howie?" Andy asked.

"No." Howie replied. "It's straight match play, with handicaps." 

He seemed a little short. I think I might have spoiled his day.

Chapter 7. (Jenny). 

I did enjoy these early morning fucks.

Unhurried. Still half-asleep. Not being expected to do anything but lie there and enjoy it.

I watched as Paul pottered about. Mostly naked, still with a semi-hard prick.

He went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back. I ran one finger along the length of my fanny. Opening my lips and pulling them to one side.

I made a deep noise in the back of my throat. Was that nature's way of attracting a mate?

I found my clit and pulled it from its protective cover. I rubbed to one side of it.

Another noise left my lips.

The shower was turned off and Paul came back into the room.

Should I throw back the sheet and let him have me again.

No. It was so nice here. The finger against my clit was hardly moving as he dressed. He looked down at me. I was sure he still had a hard on.

Should I let him take me again?

It was too late. He was gone.

My finger moved faster without any command from me.

I bent my knees and closed my eyes.

I couldn't quite catch my breath. Should I stop? No. I was there.

That was nice.

I turned onto my side and pulled the sheet tight around me. My whole body tingled with a warm glow. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply the perfume from the flowers on the shrubs outside my window. I hoped this was a quiet holiday.

Chapter 8. (Paul) 

I was handed a set of clubs by one of the boys who were acting as caddies for us on the first tee.

A driver and three-wood, odd numbered irons, a sand wedge and a putter.

I took the driver and had a few practice swings. Only hitting the ground once, which for me wasn't bad. 

My father had insisted I take lessons from the club professional at home from age eleven, more deals on done on the golf course than in board rooms, he kept telling me. I probably could have become quite good at the game in time but having had a forearm crushed by a panther and twice been shot in my left shoulder I had long periods when I hadn't felt like, or been able, to pick up a golf club. That, and my University studies, had meant golf had been a long way down my list of priorities for a considerable time.

I was called to the first tee. Three hundred and twenty yards long, par four.

Harve played first, then Howie then Andy. They were all on the fairway. Howie's furthest away.

I placed a ball on a tee and addressed it. Watch the ball and keep your head still. I remembered the professionals words. The golf course will be in the same place when you look up. Watch the ball and keep your head still.

I did. 

Well almost.

The club head finished way above my left shoulder in the classic position.

I'd kept my head fairly still. Not lifting it until I'd finished the stroke.

Why then was my ball heading off to the right, into the trees that lined the sides of the fairway.

"Good swing." Harve said as he led the way down the course.

"Yeah." Howie muttered.

I located my ball in the trees and hacked it back onto the fairway with my sand wedge.

The others were waiting for me to take my third so I took a three iron and sent my ball over the back of the green.

I watched as the others made the green with their second shots then went off again to look for my ball. A shout from the next fairway pointed the way and I used a seven iron to send the ball high into the air hopefully for a dead landing on the green.

I walked back to the green and looked around. I could only see three balls.

Howie pointed to a bunker. My caddy stood at its mouth and offered me the sand wedge.

I was sweating like a pig by the time I finally hit the green and double putted out.

Seven, net six. It could have been worse.

Howie pared the hole. The others were both one over but Harve claimed a shot.

Hole tied.

This could be a long morning.

Chapter 8. (Jenny). 

I had just dressed after taking a shower when there was a tap on the door.

I was still rubbing my hair with a towel as I opened it.

Carole and Louise stood in the doorway.

I invited them in. A waiter from the restaurant followed carrying a tray with coffee cups, saucers, milk, sugar and spoons. 

He placed it on the coffee table and left.

Louise stayed close by Carole's side, a wild look in her eye.

They sat together on the sofa.

I took an armchair.

"Hallo Louise." I started as normally as I could. "I don't suppose you remember me."

Wonderful. The first thing I was going to do was remind her of our meeting on the day she was raped and had her hair set on fire.

"Never mind." I continued. "Are you looking forward to the wedding?"

She looked at me. Then looked away.

I was talking to her as if she were a child. But how else if she wouldn't respond?

She continued to stare away from me. Drinking her coffee automatically and gradually we excluded her from our conversation. Neither of us meant to. It just seemed to happen.

Carole and I talked of our school days. Wondered what was happening to Jo. The plans that had been made for the weekend.

She wanted me to be maid of honour with Louise. Louise didn't react.

I studied her closely when Carole was in the toilet.

Her hair had grown back but seemed to hang lifeless over the right-hand side of her face where it had been carefully sculptured to hide the marks on her cheek and ear. I thought of the state of Paul's hands in Hospital after he had used them to beat the flames. Fortunately the damage had been confined to the epidermis and he had made a full recovery with only a few small white patches to show.

Louise was still a beautiful girl. Clothes fitted her. Even in a simple blouse and pair of white jeans with the trousers rolled up to mid calf and open toed sandals she had style.

Her blouse had a button too many undone at the top. You could see the swelling of her breasts. The soft white skin as she leant forward for her coffee. The swan like elegance of her neck as she tilted her head to drink.

Stop it. I had to force myself to look away but even then I imagined what she would look like naked.

No. I'd tried that with Linda the previous year and I wasn't going to start again with another woman. I was a man's woman. Paul's woman.

The toilet flushed and Carole returned.

"How are you?" I asked as she sat down. "How did you?"

She looked at me.

"You know I came back with Howie after he was shot."

I nodded.

"It was a long time before he was able to perform. If you understand?"

Again I nodded.

"Well I'd stopped taking the pill as it was making me feel bloated and one night. Shortly before Christmas there was a break in at the House in New England and I thought Louise and I were going to be raped. We were made to stand naked in front of them and do things. Louise didn't understand so I had to do things to her. Then Howie got free in another part of the house and rescued us."

"You didn't tell me, or Shirley."

"Didn't want to worry anybody and we were both alright."

She looked at Louise. Louise turned her head towards her.

"Later that night, after the police had left, Howie took me and took me." She smiled at the memory. "I don't think I wore a pair of knickers for a month and of course, being fertile Myrtle, I found out I was pregnant just as we were leaving to come out here."

She looked serious for a second.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She suddenly looked close to tears so I moved to the sofa next to her. I placed my arm around her shoulders and held her as she buried her head in my boobs and cried.

Her shoulders shook as she told me of how difficult the pregnancy had been. How almost from the beginning she had had to cut off Howie's access to her body. She had tried other ways to please him but it hadn't worked. She'd be too tired or not feel well. Then she had started to resent his demands and had moved into a separate room, which she shared with Louise's. How she was certain Howie was having an affair with one of the receptionists. How she did so want to marry him and how it was all her fault.

I wished Paul were here.

Chapter 9. (Paul). 

We were eight holes down. Two hundred dollars. Each.

This was going to make a sizeable hole in our spending money. How best to explain it to Jenny?

"Do you want double or quits?" Harve said addressing the tee.

"Sure thing." Howie replied.

I felt my anus twitch.

"I can't afford that." I hissed at Howie.

"Don't worry." He took the driver offered by his caddy. "We'll win."

"I bloody well hope you do." How was I going to explain away loosing all our spending money on the first morning?

I watched as Harve's ball landed fair and square in the middle of the fairway about two thirds of the way to the hole. Howie placed his ball on a tee. He swung back, then threw the ball. Perfect. He'd hit the middle of the fairway all morning. Why was it going off to the left? Into the trees. Out of sight.

He looked at me. I looked for a hole to bury myself in.

"Hi."

I heard a voice calling and looked towards the path that led from the third fairway. Jenny, Carole and it must be Louise we're walking towards us.

"Thought I'd come and watch you win." Jenny said putting her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"We're not doing too well." I said.

"What's the score?"

"We would have drawn if we had one this."

"Then why don't you win it?"

"Because Howie's hit his ball into the trees."

"Shush." Howie hissed.

Andy was addressing his ball.

"Why are we being quiet?" Jenny whispered in my ear as Andy swung.

His ball followed Howie's into the trees.

"I accept cheques." Harve said as I placed a ball on the tee.

"What for?" Jenny asked.

"We had a little bet." I said addressing the ball.

"Oh yes." She said, waiting for more information.

"If he looses this hole he will owe us four hundred dollars."

"What." She was angry. "Paul Wagstaffe, how could you."

"It wasn't my idea." I protested. "Now be quiet and let me concentrate."

"But I want to know......" She started

"Shush." I hissed.

I didn't have to look at her to tell she wasn't happy.

I lifted the head of my club past my right shoulder and unleashed my most powerful drive to date.

My ball seemed drawn as if by a magnet into the trees, following the path of Howie's and Andy's. Even from a hundred and fifty yards I was sure I heard it hit a branch or trunk for it reappeared at right angles and landed on the edge of the fair way.

I handed my club to my caddy and smiled at Jenny.

She walked up to me.

"You loose all our money and I'll have your balls." She said, encouragingly. 

"I'm trying." I said, taking her hand and following the others down the fair way.

"Why is Harve so much closer then you?" She asked.

"I don't think you two need re-tee." Harve said to Andy and Howie. "Paul and I will finish the game."

I could see why he was successful in business.

Don't give the opposition a break. Or something like that.

I was only half way to the green. Another one hundred and fifty yards to go. Long and low or high and flighted. There was a path through the bunkers in front of me. If I hit it low and hard the ball should bounce onto the green. The club professional had told me to always have the end result in mind when I addressed the ball, then if the swing was smooth and the head still that was where the

It hadn't worked yet today but I had to try something. Harve was only a decent chip and a put away.

I took the one iron then changed it for the three.

"Where are you going to hit it?" Jenny asked.

Do you see the gap between those two holes full of sand well I'm going to hit the ball so that it bounces between them and stops by the hole."

"That looks easy enough." She said.

"Paul." Harve called. "If you win this hole with a shot like that I'll give you the four hundred."

I addressed the ball.

"Good luck." Jenny said.

I stopped my lift of the club.

I gave her a smile, finished lifting the club and swung.

"Oh." She said. "Look at it go."

I did and it did. It bounced, bounced again found the gap between the bunkers and disappeared from view. The flag fluttered for a second. 

I walked to behind where Harve was getting ready to play his shot. 

"Think you went through the green." Harve said taking a lofted iron from his bag. "Hard luck."

He swung his club and the ball rose high into the air then seemed to drop almost vertically. It appeared to drop straight on top of the flag.

We followed the others onto the green. I couldn't see either ball. I walked to the far side and down the slope that ran off towards the path that led to the country club.

I couldn't see my ball. 

"Where is it?" Jenny asked.

"I don't know. I can't see it." I replied.

"Paul, Jenny. Come here." Howie called.

He was holding a ball.

"This is your ball, isn't it?" He asked, handing it to me.

"Where did you find it?" I asked.

"The last place we would normally think to look." 

I must have looked puzzled.

"In the hole." He continued.

"Dads went straight in and when we took it out there was yours below it."

"Oh." Jenny said. "You drew."

"No." Howie said smiling broadly. "He won."

"How?"

"It's all about handicaps." Howie started explaining. "Paul has a higher handicap than Dad so he can have a shot knocked off his score."

"Does that mean he got a hole in one."

"No."

"But if you take one from two you get one."

I put my arm around her waist.

"Never mind." I kissed her. "Just be happy I won."

"I am." She kissed me back. "Think of the extra money we will have to spend."

"Oh I couldn't take it."

"You can and you will, young man." Harve said holding out his hand. "You won and I always pay my dues. Now I'll 

get the drinks in back at the hotel."

We went back to the hotel. Jenny felt my wallet through the back pocket of my trousers.

"Feels big." She whispered in my ear. My prick leapt.

In the locker room I refused at first to take the money then, when that had failed, I tried to share it with Howie, but he wouldn't have any of it.

Louise couldn't take her eyes off me. She turned her head to me everytime I spoke. Stood close to me. It seemed to upset her when I placed my arm around Jenny's waist so I removed it.

We went into lunch together. Cold meats, cheeses, salads and fruit. Jugs of fresh fruit juice that had never seen a can.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13



"I fancy a swim." Jenny said at the end of the meal.

Louise definitely perked up.

"Would you like to come?" I asked her.

The corners of her mouth seemed to twitch as if she were about to smile and I was certain I saw her head move in a nod.

"I'll help her get ready and we'll be at you chalet in fifteen minutes." Carole said. "I'm going for a lie down after lunch."

I would have preferred her to take thirty minutes but there you are.

I went back to the chalet with Jenny after half promising to play another round of golf later in the week.

I pulled on my swimming trunks watching as Jenny stripped to put on her costume. When she was naked I pulled 

her towards me.

I kissed her on the lips, her cheek and put my tongue in her ear.

"Stop." She gasped. "They'll be here soon."

I pushed her back onto the bed and pulled out my rapidly growing prick.

"They may be late." I said, placing the tip of my prick against her opening and pushing inside.

She wrapped her arms around my back as I moved in and out. Her fanny tightened around me. I moved faster. I could hear knocking at the door. I moved faster still. I heard it open.

"Paul? Jenny?" She called. "Are you there."

"I am." I called back.

And I was.

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Jamaican Fun. Part 5.

A Paul and Jenny Story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All characters and events are fictitious.

Chapter 10. 

I awoke with a hard on.

I lay on my back thinking about the previous day.

Salvaging a little pride at golf was pleasing. Especially as Jenny had been there to watch my finest five minutes ever on a golf course.

Louise in a swimsuit was also pleasing. When she had sat on her towel on the beach with her knees up and her thighs parted I could make out every detail of her fanny. Some of the material seemed to have been inside her, emphasising the line of her crack.

She had noticed me staring and had just smiled.

She didn't seem to want to leave my side. Even when I went to the toilet behind the beach bar she had followed me.

Perhaps she recognised me as the person who released her from the bed and beat out the flames in her hair.

She did take my hands at one point and looked at the palms. Tracing the outlines of the little white patches of skin with her fingertips.

Then she had looked frightened.

I would probably have put my arm around her if Jenny hadn't been there.

Instead I pointed out a small cruise liner in the bay and told her it was just like the one we went on a cruise on eighteen months before.

There was what could only be called a rich man's yacht moored near to it. I pointed out to Jenny that it looked a little low in the water.

She wasn't interested.

We had spent less than an hour on the beach and in the sea. I signed for Rum punch's' each for us at the bar and we sat at a table in the shade watching the family.

The beach attendant must have warned them not to stay in the sun too long for the next minute we had them on the table next to us.

The children tried to engage Louise in conversation but she had just moved closer to me and stared away. Jenny had had a quick word with their parents and they were called away.

Then I had to tell them a story.

I talked about an archaeological dig in Cyprus and the discovery of old, old necklaces from ancient Egypt. Of a gun fight in a cave and rescue by the British Army. They liked that part.

Leaving out the raping of a man and a woman I moved on to a cruise up the Nile to Luxor, the ancient capital.

Of magic in ancient temples. Of swords and fighting. Of a man whom we thought was dead coming back to life.

There were questions about that part.

Jenny chipped in with a part about a young girl dressed as a handmaiden being rescued by a brave hero.

I certainly didn't recognise myself from her description but other people see you in different ways I suppose. She then assured them it was only a story and they shouldn't believe a word of it. Especially the part about the hero.

"Did the hero get a reward?" Lesley, the eldest daughter asked.

"Oh yes." She'd smiled. "Many times."

I caught a smile on the face of Kate, the mother, at this remark.

I'd enjoyed my rewards.

Perhaps I was due one more.

Jenny moved beside me and placed her head on my shoulder. I looked down into her blue eyes. 

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, running her fingers through the few hairs I had on my chest.

"Hero's and rewards." I replied running my fingers down her spine. She was just to far down the bed for me to reach her ass.

She felt my balls.

We hadn't made love the night before. What with the golf, the sun and jet lag I was asleep as soon as my head had touched the pillow.

"Do you think you deserve more reward?"

"I won the golf."

"Yes, you did." She picked up my prick. "I still don't see why it isn't a hole in one."

"Because it took me two shots to get it down."

"But when you took your shot off because of your handicap that left one. If you had hit it in the hole in one go and you took your shot off. That would have meant you had got the ball in without taking a shot. It seems to be an unnecessarily complicated game."

She picked up my prick and stroked the foreskin back and forth. I wasn't going to argue with her.

She stopped stroking and looked at me.

"You are getting on very well with Louise." She squeezed my prick a little. "Everybody was saying how more alert she seemed."

"I have a theory."

She re-commenced her stroking.

"Hmm." It was nice.

"What's your theory?"

"I was the last person she saw before she became unconscious and I was trying to help her."

"That's true." She licked her lips. "I need to think about this"

She moved down the bed taking the sheet with her. I felt her warm breath on the tip of my prick then the warmth and softness of her mouth as her lips encircled it. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through her hair.

Mustn't be idle, even if I am a hero getting his just desserts.

"Turn around so I can do it to you."

"In a minute. This one's on me." She lifted her head for a second, smiled at me then resumed her stroking and sucking.

I felt the familiar tightening of the balls and the slight swelling of my prick. Signs that I was near to coming. She must have felt them as well for she tightened her grip with hand and mouth and quickened her movements.

My breath seemed to catch in the back of my throat as my prick jerked and pumped inside her mouth.

She swallowed, spluttered and swallowed again.

She lifted her head there were little drops of come on the corners of her mouth. She flicked out her tongue, twice, to catch them and swallowed.

"Thank you." I smiled at her.

"Your turn." She said crawling up my body and placing a knee either side of my head.

I loved the smell of woman, well Jenny anyway, first thing in the morning. I pulled her fanny lips apart with my thumbs and licked inside. 

She made a back of the throat noise.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked down towards her anus, circling the tight folds of skin with the tip of my tongue, causing her to gasp, then licking back, along her fanny lips until I could suck her clit out to play.

Some more indescribable noises came from her. Her hips started to move backwards and forewords and side to side.

She lifted herself up and I followed her clit with my tongue. She gasped and dropped down grinding herself against my face as she came.

She looked down at my eyes.

She smiled. My return smile was lost in her fanny.

She climbed off and lay down by my side.

This time I could reach her ass and I ran a finger between the cheeks stopping at, and gently rubbing, her anus. 

"Hmm." She snuggled closer. "That's nice."

I looked down at my prick. It was growing. She followed my eyes, reached down, picked it up and started stroking it.

"It doesn't seem to want to go down. What shall we do with it."

"It wants to be inside you."

"I wish I could speak prick. Then I'd know what it wanted and where it wanted to go without having to disturb you."

"I like being involved."

"Only with me, I hope."

"Of course." Better not prolong this conversation. "Lie on your back."

"Oh is that what you want?"

"Please."

"That's better."

She rolled over onto her back and I lay between her open thighs.

She reached down between us with both hands and, holding her fanny lips open with one, guided me in with the other. She bent her knees as I penetrated her, placing her heels on my ass cheeks.

I grunted.

"What's wrong." She asked, concern in her eyes.

"Nothing." I kissed her forehead. "Just enjoying it."

With her hands on my sides she closed her eyes as I started moving in and out of her.

"Don't fall asleep." I said, ramming it in a little harder.

"Oh don't. I was enjoying that."

I slowed.

She closed her eyes and smiled.

I gave her my long, slow strokes routine. Once she arched her back to take a little more of me inside. Not that there was much more to let her have. Our pubic mounds touched as it was.

I wished I had a eight or nine inch dick like I'd read about in magazines. Everybody in America had one whereas I couldn't manage seven inches. I hoped Jenny didn't feel deprived.

I didn't really want to know the answer.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked sleepily.

"Nothing." I almost snapped.

"There is something. Tell me."

She lifted her head until our noses touched.

"Just being silly."

"Tell me."

I could feel her nails against my skin.

"Tell me."

They started to dig in. I stopped moving in and out.

"I didn't think I was big enough for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know. Mr Willie."

"He's perfect for me." She wrapped her arms around my back and squeezed. "I've told you that before. I think he's wonderful."

"You're just saying that."

"I mean it. It doesn't always do what it should but it is just the right size for me. More would be wasted. I wouldn't want to lie here knowing half of you was outside."

I started moving again.

"See. It knows every inch of me."

She squeezed me. Inside her.

I closed my eyes. I quickened. She was kissing my chin and my neck. Making little noises in the back of her throat.

She started panting. Throwing her head from side to side. She held her breath and her whole body tensed. I kept moving. Pumping my sperm into her.

Pulling out I rolled over onto my back. She lay on her side with her hand supporting her head and looked down at me. 

"Fancy a swim?" She asked.

She was placing my prick in different positions as if it were a hand on a clock face. 

"I think I'd rather stay here." I said, feeling her breasts.

"No." She said sitting up. "We'll wear it out. Let's go for a swim"

She went the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and she returned with our swimming costumes from the shower curtain rail where they had hung all night.

She stepped into hers, slipped on her sandals and stood waiting at the foot of the bed.

"Alright. I'm coming." I sat up and pulled on my trunks. I made sure the keys to the chalet and some dollar bills were in the pockets of my shirt and followed her into the lounge. A strong looking metal box had been bolted to one of the shelves of the small bar for securing valuables that we hadn't lodged in the Hotel safe. Passports, tickets and most of our traveller's cheques were in that one. The four hundred I'd won at golf together with what remained of the cash we had travelled over with were in the one behind the bar with my wallet and Jenny's shoulder bag.

I followed her outside watching the material of her costume ride up between her ass cheeks. I lock the door and taking her hand walked down the short flight of steps to the Hotels private beach. It was deserted. I looked at my watch. Seven-thirty. No bloody wonder.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked as we spread out our towels close to the high tide mark.

She ignored the question.

"It's lovely." She touched the water with her toe. "Come on."

I took off my shirt and placed it on my towel.

I looked across the bay. The cruise liner had gone. Was I imagining it or did the yacht appear to be riding higher in the water.

Jenny splashed me.

"Right Miss. You asked for this." I said, running into the water after her.

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Jamaican Fun.Part 6.

A Paul and Jenny Story.

(Copyright 2000 by Paul).

All characters and events are fictitious.

Chapter 11. 

After a shower we went to the restaurant for breakfast of cereals and fruit with a large pot of coffee. We sat out on the terrace that overlooked the swimming pool.

We had finished eating and were starting our third cup of coffee when Carole and Louise joined us.

Carole kissed us both good morning and suddenly Louise did the same to me.

The others looked at me then at each other.

"We've had more response from her since you two came than in the last eight months, well since the trouble before Christmas anyway." Carole said, munching on bread roll and jam.

"I think its Paul. He has a theory."

Jenny told her it.

Carole nodded.

"There could be something in that." She thought for a second.

"I've got to make the rounds of all the people involved in Saturday." She continued. "Would you like to come with me? Perhaps Louise would like to stay here with Paul and have a swim or something."

"That's a good idea." Jenny smiled at me. "You don't want to traipse around shops and suppliers, do you?"

"I'd rather not." I agreed.

"Louise." Carole spoke to her. "Will you stay here with Paul."

Louise definitely smiled.

It was settled then. I was to baby sit a twenty-four year old with a body to die for.

"Oh, the men were looking for you earlier. Something about golf?"

I'd only half promised.

After everyone had finished eating Jenny and I went back to the chalet whilst Carole and Louise returned to their rooms.

Jenny changed her shorts for a wrap around skirt. Resisted my efforts to get her to take it off, took a hundred dollars from the box and was ready on our little veranda when Louise and Carole arrived. I had on my Bermuda shorts and a safari shirt with breast pockets.

Carole looked lumpy in a maternity dress whilst Louise looked stunning in shorts, sandals, swimsuit and open blouse.

I kissed Jenny goodbye and gave her ass a squeeze.

I went back inside the lounge and sat in an armchair opposite Louise.

She lent back on the cushions, her thighs slightly parted. Her shorts were baggy around the legs and tight around her crutch. I could see the mound formed by her fanny.

I must have been staring for she crossed her legs.

I looked up at her face. She was smiling.

She uncrossed her legs and left them open. She scratched her leg, inside her shorts about an inch from her fanny.

My prick started growing.

I willed it to go down. The more I concentrated on it the more it seemed to grow. I crossed my legs with difficulty. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. Louise wasn't well. She was just acting naturally as a child would. She wasn't trying to be seductive.

"Shall we go for a swim?" I asked, perhaps the water would make it go down.

She hitched up her breasts in her swimsuit.

I was going to have to visit the toilet.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

She smiled. 

Go down prick.

I managed to stand up and turn my back on her in one movement and made my way to the bar. I took out two bottles of coke, opened them and poured the contents into two tumblers and placed them on the coffee table. She caught hold of my wrist and almost pulled me down next to her on the sofa.

I sat still, just letting her hold my hand. Not moving, just wishing my prick would go down.

I held her glass for her to drink as I didn't think she was ever going to let go of my hand. She looked at the marks on my wrist and forearm and captured that hand as I released her glass.

Well at least I had my right hand back and having nowhere else to put it lay my arm along the back of the sofa behind her.

Her fingers traced the outlines of the scars on my left on my left forearm and wrists and the fingers of my hand.

She turned her head to face me and I kissed her. I hadn't planed to. It just happened.

At first her lips were tense then they relaxed and opened. My tongue slipped between them. She grunted.

I pulled back. I don't know who was the more shocked. She or me.

"I'm sorry." I stuttered. "I didn't mean to do that."

She just looked at me. It seemed for a moment as if she was going to say something. She seemed to be straining.

There were tears in her eyes. Then on her cheeks. I brushed them away with my fingers. She turned her head away but not before I felt the lines on her face underneath her carefully styled hair.

I gently held her chin and turned her head towards me.

"No." Her voice was deep. Deeper than I remembered.

"Don't worry." I tried to sound soothing. "Nobody can hurt you now."

"Fire."

"It's out." I lifted her hair from the side of her face. Her ear was shrivelled to two thirds of normal size. Half a dozen thin white lines fanned out towards the corners of her eye and mouth. Disfiguring, yes, but not hideously so.

She tried to turn her head away.

I held it still and looked into her eyes.

"It's over now." I tried to sound encouraging. "They are all dead. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore."

"The old man." Her voice was lightening. "He raped me."

"I know." I didn't but I thought it best to agree with her.

"One of the sons."

"They can't do it again."

"He cut me."

She slid her arms from the sleeves of her blouse and straps of her swimsuit. She pointed to the marks on her breasts and ribs as if she were a child showing off a bruise.

"There and there and there."

"You don't have to show me." I tried to take my eyes from them, and failed. "I know."

"The men who came into our house liked looking at them." She cupped her breasts as if weighing them. "Why don't you?"

"Oh I do. But it's not right. Not like this."

"Like this then."

She stood up and slipped the swimsuit off and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of me naked. Legs slightly apart.

A thick mass of blond pubic hairs was level with my eyes. I could see the lips of her fanny between her legs. I could smell woman.

She pulled my face to her and I automatically stuck out my tongue.

She tensed as it brushed her clit.

This was wrong. I was taking advantage of her. I tried to pull my head away but she pulled me back.

"Please." She said softly.

This surely couldn't do her any harm.

Reaching behind her I felt her ass cheeks as I licked at her clit again. I could hear her breathing change. Her hips started to move, grinding her fanny against my face. I rubbed her anus with a finger from one hand and managed to force a finger into her fanny from behind.

She was wet. I suppose she hadn't had sex in eighteen months unless she did it to herself.

She grunted, groaned and moaned then collapsed by my side. I put my arm around her and held her.

She looked at me and smiled. I felt one of her breasts. It felt so firm the nipple so hard. I lowered my mouth to it and sucked. Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I moved to her other nipple and swirled my tongue around it. She sighed.

I helped her to lie back on the sofa, bent her knees and kissed the backs of her thighs down to her ass cheeks. I licked along the crack between the, touched her anus then moved up to her fanny. I sucked on her lips to open her hole then licked inside it.



Her thighs were already tightening around my head as I reached her clit. Her body tensed and she held her breath as I flicked it with my tongue. A gurgling sound came from the back of her throat and her body went limp.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13



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.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14a



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14a: Back to Egypt Part 01

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

* * * * *

Bristol, England, December 1971.

Chapter 1. (Paul).

The rain beat against the large, bay window, of the lounge bar of our local pub. 

I pulled Jenny closer. She rested her head on my shoulder and looked up at me.

"Only two terms left," she said, picking up her glass of white wine and soda and taking a sip before continuing. "We must really make plans."

"Must we?" I asked. I was happy here. I could stay like this forever. "I don't want anything to change."

"Well." She'd been planning, I could tell. "It needn't. If I stay on for my Masters."

"But what will I do?"

"You could work for somebody. You could even work for yourself. Any number of small businesses would jump at the chance to have somebody like you doing their books."

I picked up my beer and took a sip.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather be at one of the parties?" 

She kissed my cheek.

"No. It's nice here."

I placed my beer glass on the table and she took my hand in hers and held it on her lap. I scratched, with a fingernail, at her pubic mound. She looked around, looked at me, then sighed.

I scratched again. I could feel my prick growing.

The last day, of our first term, in our senior year, at University. I thought of the parties that would be in full swing by now in the student quarter of the city. No, I wasn't missing them either.

I pushed my finger into the hollow at the top of her legs. She opened them slightly. She must have finished her period. I rubbed slowly up and down. Her skirt was too thick for me to feel her clit but I knew I was in the right area.

She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, trapping my finger.

"Not here," she said, pulling my finger out. "Later."

I moved my hands to my own lap taking hers with it and lay them on my hard on. 

She rubbed the fingers of one hand up and down its length. I moved the hand I had around her back from her hip to her ass cheek and squeezed.

"I think you had better make it go down," she said, giving my prick a squeeze. 

"We'll have our own party when we get home."

That comment was hardly going to help. My prick jumped beneath her fingers. 

"You really must learn to control it in public." 

She ran her fingers up and down it again.

I closed my eyes and smiled. When I opened them again I saw Cheryl, the barmaid, staring at me from behind the bar. She looked towards my lap, fortunately hidden from view by the tabletop. I smiled at her. She glowered back. Perhaps I hould have taken up her offer. Still, I did fix her up with John and that seemed to still be working. There's no pleasing some people. (See the 'Summer Holes.'

We finished our drinks and I sent Jenny up to the bar to get two more pleading erection problems.

She nodded her understanding, probably not wanting a repeat of the last time I went to the bar in tight trousers with a hard on.

I watched her standing at the bar. Warm woollen kilt, blouse and cardigan. Her hair had grown in the four months since we had left Jamaica. She'd had it cut really short for Carole's wedding. I told her it was like sleeping with a boy. 

She'd proved to me it wasn't.

We had intended to visit Michael de Vane on the way home but we'd had to remain in Jamaica for the police inquiry. (See Jamaican Fun. A Paul and Jenny Story). 

When they had reached the Island after the hurricane there was no trace of the body in the storm drain or of the Yacht for that matter.

The Miami police had sent some divers to check the underside of any cruise ships in harbour and had found two with sacks of drugs secured to there hulls by means of magnetic mine cases. Martin was adamant he knew nothing of any drug running and there was no direct evidence against him. He also denied knowledge of the identities of the people we saw on the Island. Everybody knew he did but it could be dangerous crossing drug traffickers in the Caribbean. I, for one, didn't blame him.

Carole and the baby were doing fine last we had heard. She'd moved to the States with little Harvey the month before, Howie would have joined her by now. I had my doubts about how long Howie would have remained faithful. There were far too many temptations for him. As for Howie's father and Carole's mother they seemed to spend most of the time travelling. They seemed to spend most of the time travelling. She'd come back to England and sold up and as soon as her visa had come through had moved in with him in America.

Sarah and Rachael had flown back with us. They both lived in London and I doubted whether we would ever see them again. I liked Rachael. It was some kiss she gave me when we said our goodbyes at Heathrow airport. Hudson had picked us up in his car and we had spent the night in the London flat before driving back to Bristol in my Morgan.

Jenny was laughing at something one of the men at the bar had said to her. I recognised him. Mathew. He was on the same course as her, he also intended to be a teacher. He was following her back to our table. He was all right but I didn't want to share Jenny with anybody tonight.

"Hallo Paul," he said, pulling up a chair and sitting opposite me. 

Jenny sat down by my side and pulled my hand back onto her lap beneath the table.

"Hallo Matt," I replied. "Not out partying tonight?"

"No." He looked from me to Jenny and back again. "I don't really like that sort of thing."

True. Come to think of it I had never seen him at any of our parties when we had shared a flat with Shirley and Linda.

"It's a filthy night outside." Jenny remarked.

And if I had my way it was going to be a filthy night in our house when we got back. I looked at the clock on the wall. It read ten fifteen. 

"You'll miss the last bus into town." I said, hoping he'd take the hint.

I hadn't fucked Jenny in ten days. Although the couple of blow jobs she given me while she'd had her PMT's and period had been nice there was nothing like the real thing.

"He's already missed it." Jenny pressed my hand against her pubic mound, under the table. "You wouldn't mind if we put him up tonight. Would you?"

I looked at her. She smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I bloody well did mind a fucking lot.

Another squeeze of my hand.

"Of course not." I found myself saying. "We have a spare bed."

"If you're sure I'm not putting you out?" He asked in the way let you know that he knew he was but was going to stay anyway.

"That's settled then." Jenny said picking up her drink. "Come on, it looks like the rains easing a bit."

I looked out of the window. It didn't look any different to me.

I picked up my beer and took a deep swallow. Mathew had gone to get his coat from the hooks beside the door and Jenny had stood up to put on her coat from the chair beside her. I took another swallow. Why was it I always seemed to have to rush the last drink everytime we came in here?

I belched, loud.

"Paul!" Jenny admonished.

"Sorry, I hate rushing."

She sat down.

"You don't have to rush. We'll go on ahead and have a nice cup of tea waiting for you."

Mathew had returned. I looked at Jenny then I looked at him. He was a bit wet. Almost limp. She'd be safe with him.

"Ok." I was going to be the master here. "I won't be long."

She kissed me on the forehead.

"See you soon." She said and they made their way to the door.

I watched as they crossed the road and went behind the perspex screen of the bus stop. They must be checking on bus timings for the morning. It had started raining again. They had shelter until the squall passed. The bell rang and Cheryl called last orders. I looked at my glass. I could fit a half-pint in it before they closed.

Chapter 2. (Jenny).

I followed Matt behind the screen at the bus stop. He stopped and looked at the timetables on the rear wall. The rain started to hammer down on the roof of the shelter. I looked out. I could see the bright lights of the pub and the fish and chip shop next door but couldn't make out any detail inside either. I was suddenly aware of the closeness of Matt's body. To move away would have meant stepping out into the rain. I turned and looked at him.

He was not classically handsome but having worked closely on the same course as him I felt I knew the real him. So quiet to be almost shy. Yet he was so sensitive and caring. He was member of just about every socialist and conservationist group going. He continually tried to get me to join them. I couldn't. Paul was as conservative in outlook as they came. I couldn't blame him. He'd been brought up that way. 

Matt and I shared so much in common. We both came from relatively poor families. 

Both had achieved University places on scholarship. Both of us wanted to give something back as teachers. If I had thought about it, he was the partner I would have chosen for myself once. But now I had Paul.

He looked down at me.

"Jenny." He said.

"Yes Matt." I replied.

"It's raining." He said after a pause.

A taxi came up the hill towards us and turned into the road that passed our house and went on to the airport.

"I sometimes watch the taxi's late at night and wonder where they are going." 

I realised he had placed his hand on my hip as he spoke. 

I lifted my head to ask him to move it when he kissed me. Not hard. His lips just touched mine, holding contact with them. I closed my eyes. Not moving. His hand was inside my coat feeling, squeezing, my breast through my blouse and bra. It broke the spell. I pushed him away.

"No Matt," I said, holding his hands away from me. "It's not right."

He tried to pull me back towards him.

"No." I repeated.

"But Jenny," he reached out again. "You must know how I feel about you."

I hadn't. I didn't. I did now. All those looks he gave me. How he always managed to be in the same group for work or discussion as me. Yes, I did now. The poor thing. I wanted to reach out and hold him. To comfort him. But I knew he would take that the wrong way. No, I had to be strong. Finish it here and now.

I opened my handbag and, taking three one pound notes from my purse handed them to him.

"Here," I said as I handed them to him. "Take a taxi. I love Paul. Not you. Please find yourself another girl. There are plenty out there. Lots would love to have you as a boyfriend."

"You're joking." He looked out into the rain.

"There are," I wracked my brains. "There are two girls who live with Shirley. They're very nice. I'll speak to Shirley for you. Now I must go. I'll see you next term."

I stepped out into the rain and hurried up the hill towards our house. I seemed to take an age to walk the one hundred and so yards to the front gate. I strained my ears but couldn't hear him following me.

Paul said that we should have the house moved so that we walked up the hill to the pub and down the hill on the way home. I could agree with him at the moment.

We could get both our cars on the gravel drive, just. Paul's Morgan with its heavy canvas cover stood nearest the front door. My VW Beetle earest the hedge fence which bordered the side of our property. The garage was to full of junk to fit either inside.

I looked around, then opened the door. I almost slammed it behind me and lent with my back gainst it. I suddenly found myself breathing heavily. Why hadn't I just gone back to the pub? No, Paul would have wanted to speak to Matt and that would have caused a scene in the road. Also I had a feeling that Matt would probably beat Paul in a fight. Paul wasn't very good at that sort of thing.

I looked down. Water was dripping everywhere from my coat. I took it off and hung it on a peg above the hall radiator. All my clothes felt wet. I undressed where I stood and took my clothes into the kitchen. I left the light off so as not to be seen by anybody on the hill above, and dropped my clothes by the back door. As I turned to go upstairs and have a quick shower and put on my bathrobe I looked through the kitchen window. The light in the utility room was on. I knew I'd switched it off. I saw a shadow moving behind the thin curtain.

I moved back into the hall. Closing the kitchen door behind me. I stood naked in the hall between the doors to the living and dining rooms. What should I do? Phone the police or wait for Paul. The phone was on the small table near the front door, opposite the coat pegs and radiator. As I moved towards it I heard the crunching of footsteps on the gravel outside.

Chapter 3. Paul.

I walked up to the bar to finish my beer and decide whether I really wanted another half-pint. I watched Cheryl's breasts moving beneath her blouse as she hurriedly pulled pints and collected payment and returned change to the others at the bar. The landlord and his wife were serving in the public bar.

"Hallo Paul," said a voice at my side.

I turned my eyes from the outline of Cheryl's bra straps and looked at her boyfriend John.

"Hallo John," I replied. "How's it hanging."

"Fine thanks," I thought he was going to blush. "Where's Jenny?"

"She's gone on," I finished my beer. I didn't really want another one. "Matt, a bloke on her course is staying with us tonight."

"I thought it was both of you in the bus shelter."

"No, why?"

"Nothing."

"Yes there is."

"Well it's just that." 

He stopped. Cheryl called time. He waved a pound note at her that she pointedly ignored.

"She doesn't like the smell of beer on my breath. She says she spends all day with the smell of it and doesn't see why she must taste it on me when she's finished."

"Never mind that. It's going to seem a long life if you can't drink beer. What was happening at the bus stop?"

"I recognised Jenny's coat and thought it was you with her. That's all."

"What were they doing."

"I couldn't really see."

"What were they doing?" I repeated.

"Only kissing."

What! And I told them to go on. What were they doing now? Shagging on the kitchen table.

"Did you want anything in this Paul?" Cheryl asked, picking up my glass.

"Pint please." I said, placing a fifty pence coin on the counter.

She pulled the beer, and gave me my change before covering up the pumps with the bar towels. She left the bar to collect glasses.

"Just kissing." I thought out loud.

"There was nothing to it."

"I must go," I turned towards the door. "Enjoy the beer."

"For me?" He asked.

I nodded. Cheryl glowered at me as I walked to the door. Well us men have to stick together. 

I hurried across the road, glancing quickly from left to right. Squinting against the driving rain. Somebody was sheltering in the public phone box further down the hill. Perhaps they were waiting for a taxi?

I almost ran up the hill to our house. Opening the small gate I noticed that one of the ropes securing the canvas cover had come undone in the wind so I crunched across the gravel to retie it. That done I inserted my key and opened the front door.

Jenny stood naked in front of me. Her eyes were wide and she held one of my golf clubs in her hands.

"Fancy playing a round," I said, closing the door behind me. "Where's Matt?"

"Oh Paul," She said, dropping the club and jumping at me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist.

"What's wrong? I asked. "Is it Mat?"

"He's not here." She was shivering, whether through fear, relief or because her naked body was pressed against my cold, wet coat. "There is somebody in the Utility."

"Are you sure?" I managed to get her to stand on her own two feet. 

"Yes. I saw them through the curtain."

"Have you phoned the police?" I took my coat off and hung it up.

"I was going to but then I heard saw somebody outside on the gravel. I didn't know what to do." I knew I should be comforting her but I wanted to know what was happening between her and Mat. Sod it. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Saying all the things into her hair I should have said two minutes before.

"It's alright," I looked down into her eyes. Wide blue eyes. "I'm here now." 

"I was frightened," she said, kissing my cheek. "What are we going to do?"

"They've probably gone now. Either that or it will be some tramp looking for shelter."

"I don't want him out there all night."

"All right," I said, bending over and picking up the golf club. A nine iron. 

"You wouldn't do much damage with that."

I replaced it in my bag by the front door and took out my driver. 

"This is what we need." 

I lead the way into the kitchen. Jenny held one of my hands between her own. I switched on the light outside the back door to let whoever might be in the Utility room know that somebody was about. We waited for a few moments, hardly daring to breathe, then I opened the door.

"Let me in." Somebody carrying a bundle with a bag on her shoulder pushed past me. There was the smell of expensive perfume. I pulled closed the door and turned, switching on the kitchen light as I did so. 

"Carole." Jenny said, hugging her around the bundle. The bundle made a sound. 

"And Harvey."

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" she said, looking at Jenny's naked body.

Jenny covered her tits and fanny with her hands.

"It could have been anybody out there and you'd have let them see me like this?"

Suddenly it was my fault. 

She reached for the first item of clothing in the clean washing basket on the kitchen table. It was one of my T-shirts. It just about covered her modesty.

"We didn't know you were coming," she looked at me as if I had kept it a secret. "Did we?"

"I didn't." I protested my innocence.

"Nobody knew," Carole said laying Harvey on the kitchen table and unwrapping him. He started to cry. 

"He's hungry and needs changing. I hope you don't mind I put some of his clothes into your washing machine.

She uncovered his ass. It smelt like he had been drinking Guinness for a month.

"Sorry about this," she said, looking into her shoulder bag. "Damm. I've used the last one."

"Never mind," Jenny said. "Paul, will you cut one of those towels in half?"

I did as I was told while Jenny took a roll of kitchen towel from under the sink. I handed her the two halves of towelling.

"Put the kettle on." She ordered using a sheet from the mornings newspaper to wrap the soiled disposable nappy in.

"Where's Howie?" I asked, doing as I was told.

"Fuck knows," Carole replied. "Somewhere in ondon with that Sarah probably. Can I stay here for a while?"

"Of course you can," Jenny replied. "Stay as long as you like."

"But….." I started.

"We'll have a nice cup of tea in the living room and you can tell us all about it." Jenny said leading Carole out of the kitchen and leaving me to make it. 

Chapter 4. (Paul)

I woke up with a hard on. I could hear a baby crying. I slid closer to Jenny and prodded at the crack between her ass cheeks with the tip of my prick.

Suddenly she was awake, sitting up. It couldn't be my fault this time I hadn't even touched her ass hole. I reached up and felt one of her breasts. She pushed my hand away.

"Shush," I hadn't said anything. "Harvey's awake."

I knew that. I put my hand back onto her breast, gently running my fingers around her nipples. This time she didn't push it away.

"I wonder if Carole needs any help?" She asked.

I didn't think the question was directed at me so I moved my hand across to her other breast.

"Are you listening?"

I was.

"I'm sure she knows what to do," I reassured her, 

I knew what I wanted to do. 

"He's four months old."

"She doesn't know where everything is." I sensed Jenny was about to get out of bed.

The baby stopped crying. I had a vision of Carole fastening him onto one of her nipples as she had the previous evening while telling us about her and Howie.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14a



"See," I placed my hand on Jenny's shoulder and pulled her back under the bedclothes. "Carole comes complete with everything Harvey needs at the moment."

She wrapped her arms around my back and looked up at me.

"You're so wise."

I kissed her lips. I lifted my head and looked down into her eyes. She smiled and guided my lips to a nipple. I sucked gently then swirled my tongue around it. I could feel it growing.

"That's nice ," she said moving my head to her other breast. 

She ran her fingers through my hair, pushing gently on the top of my head. Was she trying to hint that I should kiss her somewhere else? The smell of an aroused woman increased the further I progressed down her body. I knelt between her legs and kissed her fanny. She bent her knees and lifted her hips from the bed. I cupped her ass cheeks and drove my tongue as far inside her as it would go. She arched her back and gave a soft, strangled, cry. In turn I sucked the lips of her fanny into my mouth, touching them lightly with my teeth. I licked again inside them. Feeling with my tongue. Searching out her clit. Her back arched again when I found it. She was breathing heavily, then quickly. I flick slowly and lightly at her clit with my tongue then faster, with mor pressure. I heard her gasping as if she was fighting for her breath then she stiffened and her thighs closed tight around my head. 

I kissed and licked the area between her pubic hairs and navel as I moved back up her body. I brushed her nipples with my lips and leaned over her, looking down into her eyes. She reached down between our bodies with her hands. One worked my foreskin back and forth whilst the other held open her fanny lips. I moved up the bed slightly and she guided me inside her hole. I moved in and out a couple of times. She squelched. We both smiled.

"Your fault," she said as I increased the speed of my movements. "You've got me too excited."

"I could stop," I suggested. I couldn't, but I could suggest it.

"You couldn't," she knew me too well. 

Somehow she managed to stretch whilst I was moving in and out of her. Her fanny tightened around my prick then relaxed. She stretched again.

"I like this," she said, lifting her head and kissing my chin.

A low groan escaped her lips as I speeded up. She closed her eyes as I started on the short sharp, jerky strokes the which would build up to my coming. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten for a second and she held her breath as I started to pump inside her. Then she relaxed. She smiled.

"Thank you," she pulled my lips down to hers.

"My pleasure," I replied and kissed her again. There was a tap on the door.

"I've made a pot of tea downstairs," Carole's voice came through the door. 

"Toast and cereals alright for breakfast."

I gave Jenny's fanny a squeeze and got out of bed.

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The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14b



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14b: Back to Egypt Part 02

Chapter 5. (Linda).

Cairo. December 1971.

I grunted out loud as Ian thrust particularly hard into my cunt. What he may lack in finesse he more than made up for in power and stamina. I wrapped my legs around him with my heels on his ass cheeks. I placed my feet flat on the bed and tried to raise my hips to meet each thrust. I tried to grip his prick with my cunt lips. No, I was too wet. He was quickening his strokes, pistoning in and out of my hole. I couldn't catch my breath as he gave me my third orgasm and I felt him jerking inside me. 

Everything went limp. Thankfully including Ian. He'd been known to follow the first performance with a second and even an occasional third without removing his cock. 

He pulled out of me and lay by my side. We were both sweating heavily. 

"Come on," I said, slowly climbing from the bed and rubbing myself down with a towel. "We promised Jerez we'd go back after dinner and finish describing his latest seizures." 

"We haven't eaten yet woman." 

"We haven't time now. We can get a supper in the night club when we get back." 

This was the third time this year that Jerez El Mctomb, head of investigation at the Cairo department of Antiquities, had invited me out to work in his department. It was one thing to study books and hear second hand of the finds still coming out of Egypt but to actually be allowed to be there. It was worth an extra year's study. Even Ian, although he wasn't really interested in Egyptology was gaining from it. He'd really been impressed in the summer when Jerez had got him permission to dive on some of the wrecks that lined the Red Sea coast. Now that was something Ian did appreciate. And he'd impressed the local professors. So much so that when we'd taken our degrees the following summer he had been offered a position on one of the teams working on a new site. 

He'd made me join a local diving club to learn scuba diving. I wasn't too sure I wanted to spend my working life under water. Besides, I had a feeling that Jerez had plans for me in another direction. 

We dressed and left our hotel to head back to Jerez's department. The streets were fairly empty for this time of evening. 

Jerez was waiting for us in his department's laboratory. We slipped into our white coats and returned to work cleaning and categorising a pile of artefacts that had been brought in that morning from a seizure the previous evening. We had only flown out the day before from London after travelling down from our University in the north of England on the overnight train. As we would only be there for three weeks this time there would only be two days off at the end of our stay for site seeing and relaxing. 

It was half past ten before we had finished for the day and hung up our coats. Jerez had Lee-Anne and the twins from America staying with him so he declined our offer of coffee in the hotel night club and left us to make our way the ten minutes or so back to the Hotel. 

I held on to Ian's arm as we made our way through the suddenly busy streets. The crowds seemed to increase the further we walked and on more than one occasion I was jostled. 

"Bit crowded tonight." I almost had to shout into Ian's ear for him to hear me. 

He nodded in reply. 

Somebody barged heavily into my shoulder and I stumbled, releasing Ian's arm. I looked up. I couldn't see him. Arab faces surrounded me. I was being forced into a narrow alleyway. 

"Ian. Ian." I shouted. 

Thoughts of white slave traders flashed through my head. I didn't want to be tied up and used unmercifully. I'd been there. 

"Ian." I screamed, this time in panic and tried to force my way through the grinning throng in front of me. 

"Get out of my fucking way." 

I could hear his voice. I kicked out at those in front of me, connecting with more than one shin. 

I opened my mouth to scream again when suddenly it was covered with a damp cloth. My arms were held down by my side. I recognised the smell and tried not to breathe. I was being forced, almost carried, through a doorway. I had to take a breath. Almost at once everything started to spin in front of my eyes. I could feel hands on my body, on my legs and on my ass cheeks. It was becoming very dark. 

Somebody was unbuttoning my blouse. 

Chapter 6. (Paul). 

I was sent into town at nine o'clock armed with my chequebook and visited the branch of my bank where I had cheque-cashing facilities. 

"Carole would need a lot of things," Jenny had said as I left, "so be sure to draw a lot of money." 

I wasn't quite certain what she meant by a lot but I was certain it would be more than the twenty pounds I would normally draw for our weekend expenses. At least she had to ring her parents and explain why we weren't coming up for the next two days. These changes normally happened when we were due to travel down to Somerset to visit my parents. I was certain my father thought I was just trying to get out of the golf and flying lessons he normally had booked for me. I was also to drive to our old flat and pick up Shirley, who hadn't seen Carole in over a year, and bring her back. 

She was waiting for me on the street outside the flat when I pulled up in my Morgan. I opened the door for her from the inside and watched her legs as she sat down. I don't know why I bothered as she was wearing jeans. Yes I did, she had nice legs even covered. 

Shirley opened the gates for me when I got home and I parked next to Jenny's VW Beetle. I opened the front door and stood aside for her to enter. I called Jenny's name and Shirley followed the sound of her reply into the front room and was hugging Carole and talking and laughing by the time I had entered. Then everybody was cooing over the baby. 

Jenny made me a cup of tea and handed me the morning paper after I had sat down in my armchair. I sat and watched as the girls put on their coats and picked up their handbags. Harvey lay quietly in our wicker clothesbasket. 

"Right," Jenny said, holding out her hand for money. "Hand it over." 

I'd half planned to go somewhere quiet with her and negotiate but I think she guessed my plan. I lifted my ass and took out my wallet. I handed over the money, keeping a couple of notes for myself. She looked at me with her head to one side. 

"I was going to the pub at lunch time." 

"I'm afraid you're baby sitting," she said, holding out her hand. "Please, we have a lot to do." 

"You don't mind, do you Paul?" Carole could look very appealing. "He'll sleep for four hours now he's been fed and changed. He won't be any trouble." 

Jenny bent over and kissed me, taking my money from my fingers as she did so. 

"Thank you Paul," Carole said, kissing my other cheek. 

"I'll bring back the change," Jenny waved as I stood up as they left the room. 

"See you later." 

I walked to the hall and watched as they closed the front door and listened to the sound of Jenny's car engine splutter into life. More choke, I said under my breath. 

The gates clanged shut and the sound of the engine was lost in the distance. I returned to my chair and my tea. I read the headlines. Glanced through the sports pages and studied the week's final stock exchange figures. Mine were doing all right. Of course they aren't worth any more than the dividends you receive until you sell them but on paper I was looking good. I finished my tea, folded the paper across my chest and closed my eyes. I was getting old before my time. Still, it was nice. 

I took a deep breath and yawned. 

Yes. This was nice. 

I thought of Jenny. Smiling at me. On her back with her legs open. Another face kept intruding between us. I wanted to see Jenny. The face was back. Eyes wide with fear as he hung by his fingertips above the chasm in the floor of the Temple. The features were not distinct, as if there were two faces, one super-imposed on the other, in front of me. I recognised Ahmed, Jerez El McTomb's former boss in the Cairo Department of Antiquities (Security Division). I also recognised him as the High Priest who had just pulled his prick out of Jenny's fanny. Then there was Hamed. 

I could hear my own voice, 'You fucked her, you Bastard' as I hit his hand with my fist. He fell, still holding the hand of Hamed his assistant and Linda's lover before Ahmed had ran his sword though him as a sacrifice to their deity and to become a host for his spirit. But this Hamed was so different. The skin hung in shreds from his skull. 

The eyes bore into me. He seemed to be calling me. He wanted me. Well, he wasn't going to fucking well have me. 

I opened my eyes. Harvey was crying and the telephone was ringing. I stood up and picked Harvey up as I had been instructed too earlier. He went silent, smiled and burped. Still carrying him I went into the hall and picked up the phone. 

"Hallo?" I asked. 

"Paul?" A woman's voice came loud and clear into my ear. "Paul? Is that you." 

She spoke again before I had a chance to reply. 

"Paul. It's Martha." It was Carole's mother. 

"We're worried about Carole. She's left home with the baby. We thought she'd flown across to London to be with Howie, who's on business for Harve, there." 

"Stop worrying. They're here." I looked down at Harvey who screwed up his face and started crying again. 

"Is that Harvey crying?" She asked. 

"Yes." 

"What's wrong with him?" 

"I don't know." 

"How long as it been going on?" 

"Only a few minutes. It started when the phone rang." It may have done. 

"Where's Carole?" 

"She's gone shopping with Jenny." 

"Has he been fed." 

"Yes. Carole said he would sleep for at least four hours." 

Harvey was in full voice now. 

"Has he been burped?" 

"He did a little one when I picked him up." 

"Put his chin on your shoulder and gently rub his back." I put the receiver on the hall table and did it. Harvey stopped crying and blew a couple of bubbles. That was better. A minor explosion seemed to occur deep down inside him and something wet happened to my back. He repeated it. "Paul. Paul." 

I picked up the receiver. 

"I think he's been sick," I complained. "It's all over my back." 

"He'll feel better for that." 

"But my shirt." 

"He's only a baby," Martha said, comfortingly. "He can't help it." 

I looked down into his eyes. I don't suppose he could. He farted. 

"Tell Carole to phone me. I'm at home." 

"I will," I replied. "Don't worry, everybody's fine. Bye." 

I put down the receiver after hearing her goodbye and returned Harvey to his bed. He smiled up at me. I picked up his rattle and shook it at him. He smiled again, and farted. 

I looked at my watch. They'd been gone over two hours. I took my cup into the kitchen, dropped my shirt into the dirty laundry basket, put on a T-shirt from the pile of clean clothes on one of the chairs and made a fresh pot of tea. I yawned and stretched as it brewed. I could still see Ahmed's face. It seemed clearer now. I shook my head and looked out of the kitchen window over our back garden and over the low hedge into the field where some sheep were grazing. Again it came back. 

I shook my head to clear it and, making myself a cup of tea, went back into the front room. I switched on the TV. Grandstand, the Saturday afternoon sports programme would be starting soon. Picking up my newspaper I turned to the TV page. Rugby League and Horse racing were the main ingredients with a half-hour summary of the previous weekend's soccer. I looked at the other channels listing. A soccer summary, wrestling and even more horse racing. I'd prefer to be in the pub. 

There was a news summary at one. Hopefully they would be back by then. I switched back to Grandstand. The presenter looked like Ahmed. I switched it off. 

Harvey was making little gurgling sounds. I looked into his basket. He'd been sick and his face was bright red. He was struggling for breath. I picked him up. He was on fire. I hurried with him into the kitchen and ran a towel under the cold water tap. I dabbed at his forehead with it and wiped the spew away from his lips. He belched again, bringing up more half digested milk. I cleaned him up and kept one end of the towel against his forehead. He smiled up at me. His features seemed to change into those of Ahmed as I looked. But not the Ahmed I remembered. The flesh on the face of this one was hanging in shreds. The room was full with the stench of death and decay. I suddenly felt very cold. He was coming at me. I had the near overwhelming urge to hit him. To kill him, if you could kill a dead man. I put my hand around his throat. He was coming closer. 

The telephone was ringing. I looked down at little Harvey, smiling up at me. I removed my hand from his throat. I was shaking all over. Suddenly I was very hot and started to sweat. The telephone was still ringing. I stumbled into the hall carrying Harvey and picked it up. 

"Yes." I could hardly hear my own voice. 

"Is that you? Paul," a loud, booming American voice came through the earpiece. 

"What? Yes. Who's that?" 

"It's Howie. Are you okay?" 

"Yes fine." 

"My father just phoned. Is Carole with you?" 

"She's out shopping." 

"Where's Harvey?" 

"He's here. With me," I looked down at him. I think he was falling asleep. He certainly looked better. 

"Where are you?" Howie asked. 

"I'm in Bristol." 

"I know that, you fool. I'm driving across. How do I get there?" 

I gave him directions. 

"I'll be there in a couple of hours. See ya." 

The line went dead. I put down the receiver. I heard a car crunching on the gravel outside. The sound of laughing voices. I opened the door. It was starting to rain. 

Chapter 7. (Jenny).

Paul stood in the doorway holding Harvey, in his one piece, and a towel. They were both covered in sick. Paul didn't look well. Perhaps he wasn't ready for fatherhood after all. 

Carole hurried inside and took Harvey from him. Paul came out and helped us to unload the car. He'd changed his shirt from when we'd left. The pram, with its collapsible wheels and removable baby compartment was last after the baby clothes and disposable nappies and the jeans, jumpers and T-shirts we'd bought for Carol. 

We took the baby items into the living room and sent Paul into the kitchen to make the tea. He didn't look happy. He looked almost ill, in fact. Surely a baby being sick on him wouldn't have that much effect. Anyway, Harvey was the most important thing at the moment. We moved the coffee table and lay him on the ground on his new changing mat. We cleaned, changed and powdered him. Carole sat in one of the armchairs, took out a breast and presented the nipple to his mouth. His lips opened and he sucked it into his mouth. His eyes were open and he looked up at Carole. I was definitely going to breast feed when the time came. I would just have to hope they grew with pregnancy. 

Paul was taking his time with the tea so I went into the kitchen leaving Shirley to set up the pram. 

Paul was staring out of the back windows at the sheep in the fields. The kettle was steaming by his side. I switched it off; we would really have to buy one with an automatic cut off. He turned his head towards me, there were tears in his eyes. 

I put my arms around him and held him tight. The top of my head against his cheek. 

"What's wrong, love," I asked, running my hands through his hair. 

"I think I tried to kill Harvey," he stumbled over the words. 

"What?" I asked. "Don't be silly." 

"I keep seeing Hamed and Ahmed's faces. All morning. Everywhere I look. Even Harvey looked like him." 

I'd had a similar feeling earlier in the week but I'd just dismissed it. This was strange. 

"It's over now. I'm here." 

He was silent for a minute as if gathering himself. 

"Oh. Carole's to ring her mother and Howie will be here in an hour or so." 

His fingers were tightening against my back. The fingers of one hand running down my spine. He was feeling better. 

His hand was on my backside, squeezing one of my cheeks. His touch was firm but gentle. His other hand moved down to join the first, squeezing my other cheek. I could feel his prick growing against my pubic mound. I couldn't help rubbing myself against it. It grew harder and longer. 

"We have guests," I said, lifting my head and looking up at him. "They could come in here at any moment." 

He could look disappointed. 

"Make the tea," I said, kneeling down, unzipping his flies and taking out his prick. 

I heard the glug, glug of the water as he poured it into the teapot. I wet my lips with my tongue and took the end of his prick into my mouth, running my tongue around its head, then moving my head backwards and forwards. I felt his foreskin moving to and throe along his shaft. I could taste something slightly salty. His hips started to move and he placed his hands on the back of my head. I heard him gasp, then moan and suddenly his come was hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed once, twice, then a third time. He helped me to stand up. We hugged. I enjoyed doing that. The knowledge that we might have been caught at any minute added spice. I watched as he put his prick away. We smiled at one another. It was our secret. Somebody was in the corridor, then the kitchen door opened. 

"It should be brewed by now," I said, taking cups and saucers from the cupboard. 

"Anybody want biscuits?"

To Be Continued...



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14c



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14c: Back to Egypt Part 03

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

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Part 3.

Chapter 8. (Linda).

Cairo. December 1971.

My head was splitting when I next opened my eyes. I closed them again and took two deep breaths. I could still smell and taste the chloroform they'd used. I tried to lift my hand to my face but I could hardly move it. I looked over my shoulder at it. There was a manacle around my wrist and a short chain securing me to the flat, cloth covered surface, I was lying on. My other wrist and legs were secured in the same manner. I was wearing a necklace, and nothing else. A single, lampshade less, light bulb dangled from the ceiling above me. They could do with a brighter bulb. 

I could hear people talking outside. 

"Help me. Help me." I screamed.

The voices continued as if they hadn't heard.

Suddenly the door opened. The room was filled with the stench of decay. Somebody was speaking in a language I had never heard before. No. I had heard those words. Jerez had spoken them as Paul fucked me when we were trying to reverse the ceremony Ahmed had performed with Jenny in the old Temple. That meant somebody would have to be fucked.

I looked down, over my naked tits. A big man with blond hair was climbing onto the table between my open legs.

"No." I scream. "No. No. No."

His face appeared above me as his prick pushed at the entrance to my cunt. I knew him.

"Han's." I shouted as he entered me. "Don't do it."

I gasped as he plunged his cock deep inside me. He was big. 

"Han's. Please don't." 

I pleaded but all he did was smile as he moved in and out of me. His movements accompanied by the steady incantation being spoken at his side. His movements quickened. He thrust deep inside me as he came. There were tears running down the side of my face. I wanted to go home.

Hans looked down at me. There was a shocked expression on his face. 

"You didn't like?" He asked, climbing from the table. "My sister said you wanted me."

"No. I didn't," I burst out crying. It was so unfair. 

A figure wrapped in a dark brown cloak approached the head of the table. The smell of decay increased.

"It has not worked. The other still lives. I need them both together." 

I couldn't see his features but the voice was so much like the tour guide who been my lover the previous year. But he was dead.

He touched my forehead; his fingers little more than bones. His touch was gentle. My eyes were becoming heavy.

"What shall we do next, master," I heard a voice I did recognise. It was Jerez's former boss, Ahmed. They'd told me he was dead. 

"The other will come, and my High Priestess will come with him. Then we shall complete the ceremony. We must prepare their minds. Come." 

"This girl?" A man with a German accent asked. 

I'd heard that voice before. It was so difficult to concentrate.

"Your men may have her when we're finished."

Who?

"My money?"

"That will come."

I tried to keep listening but I felt so tired.

Chapter 9. (Paul).

I was glad to take the opportunity of driving Shirley back to her flat to change.

Carole had phoned America and finally managed to get through to her mother at the Wolfenstein house. Louise had answered the phone and insisted on talking to me whilst somebody went to fetch Martha. The bullet wound to her side had left no permanent damage and she was talking about starting work again on her Newspaper in a month or so. She was making a wonderful recovery. Martha came on and I said my goodbyes and hello's then handed the receiver to Carole. Whilst she was speaking Howie pulled up in a large, blue Rover. They didn't speak for two minutes; they just stood in the hallway looking at each other. Then Carole dropped the phone and threw her arms around his neck and I went back into the front room where Jenny sat in my armchair cradling Harvey. She certainly looked the part. I kept my distance, not wanting to risk a repeat of the events of the morning.

After what seemed an age Carole and Howie came back into the front room, holding hands and smiling. Howie picked up Harvey.

Jenny said she would make something for lunch and I was given the task of driving Shirley home.

It was only when she stood up that I noticed that Harvey had christened her jeans, well. It looked like she'd pissed herself. I waited outside the flat whilst Shirley went inside. I told her it was to guard my car but I had never felt really comfortable in there since I'd known that Mike had fucked Jenny there. I don't know what I'd have felt like had I come home the previous night to find her fucking with Matt. I still hadn't spoken properly to her about that.

I was lost in my thoughts and didn't notice Rose and Sharon stepping out of a taxi loaded down with bags of shopping.

"Nice car, Paul," Rose said, waking me from my thoughts. "Are you going to take us for a ride."

The thought occurred to me that I'd like to take them both, but not for the ride they had in mind. They were becoming well-formed young women. The few times that I'd seen Rose after her rape in Cyprus the summer the year before she had been silent and withdrawn but now she looked full of life and happiness. I must ask Shirley what was going on. Perhaps she had a boyfriend? I climbed out of my car and offered to help carry their bags but they refused my offer so all I could do was hold the door open for them and watch their legs disappear up the stairs. I heard talking on the step above and Shirley came down, coat open and her tits bouncing, carrying a small overnight bag. And to think that my best mate, Steve, only shagged her when, to use his words, there was nothing better to do. She seemed to like the arrangement. Strange. We arrived back at the house and I held the front door open for her. It looked as if we were going to have a full house tonight. I tripped over the suitcases in the hall. Jenny's suitcase? Now what had I done? My suitcase? Were we going to her parents after all? 

"Paul," She said, standing in the hall wearing a three-quarter-length skirt and blouse. "I have had a phone call from Jerez, in Cairo. Ian's been beaten up and is in hospital and Linda's missing. He thinks we can help and has booked us on a flight to Cairo from London tomorrow. Our visa's are in order and Hudson will have the flat ready for us in London tonight."

"But..." I started.

"Carole and Howie will stay here for a few days, they want to be alone together. They need a baby sitter tonight, Shirley." She called into the front room. "Are you hungry or shall we leave straight away?"

We left.

Chapter 10. (Jenny).

Paul's mood seemed to lighten the further from Bristol we drove. We battled through the rain along the motorway into London. I explained again what Jerez had told me, occasionally squeezing his thigh and balls to help keep him alert. 

Howie had wanted him to leave the Morgan for him to use while we were away but Paul was adamant he wasn't. He said they could keep his hire car or use mine. Which was nice of him. Shirley was over the moon about baby sitting, Rose and Sharon would be coming to keep her company for part of the evening whist Howie and Carole went out for a meal and a quiet talk. It was after five when we pulled into the car park at the rear of the flats in Chiswick in London. We went to the front door and Paul let us in with his passkey. Hudson had the use of one of the ground floor flats and the door to it, behind his little counter, was open. Paul pressed the button on the desk. I could hear voices from inside the flat and Hudson appeared tucking in his shirt.

"Good evening," he said. "I wasn't expecting you so soon." 

"Yes we made good time," Paul said, trying to see who was in the flat behind him. "Is the flat ready?"

"Everything is ready. Will you want anything tonight?"

"No thanks, we will be eating out." Paul picked up our cases. We took the lift to the top floor and I used Paul's key to open the door. I went into the kitchen to make a drink while Paul put the suitcases in the bedroom and took some money from the floor safe in the closet. I came into the lounge carrying two mugs of tea that I placed on mats on the large glass topped coffee table between the two sofas. I could hear Paul moving in the bathroom. The toilet flushed and the shower was turned on. I sat down and sipped at my tea. I supposed I'd better shower as well if we were going out to eat so, standing up I quickly undressed and opened the bathroom door. 

Paul was in the shower end of the bath with the curtains drawn around him. I could see the steam rising above him. I hoped it wasn't too hot. I stepped in the bath and pulled open the curtain. 

He looked over his shoulder as I crowded in behind him.

"Hallo," he said, soaping his prick and balls.

"Hallo," I replied, taking the shampoo and working some into his hair then some into my own. 

I closed my eyes as the suds ran down my face. 

His hands were on my breasts, lathering them, then my stomach and my pubic hairs. I gave an involuntary shiver as the first of the water reached the crevice between my ass cheeks. I opened my eyes and looked into his. We smiled. Taking the shampoo again I worked on his chest, stomach, prick and balls. I knew he'd done them but it does pay to be thorough. Well I hoped it would. I pulled his foreskin back and released it. His prick jerked beneath my touch. He reached behind me with one hand and worked his fingers between my ass cheeks. I took a deep breath as he touched my anus, putting my arms around him and pulling him tight. With his spare hand he switched off the taps and we stood there for a few seconds holding each other and dripping water while he gently massaged my hole. 

"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked my hair.

"This," I replied to his chest.

His hard on was sticking up between us so I ground my pubic mound against it. A deep sound came from the back of his throat. I reached down and squeezed his ass cheeks.

"Shall we go to bed?" He asked.

"Wherever you want me."

He threw open the curtain and we stepped out of the bath his finger still against my anus and my hands cupping his ass cheeks. He picked up a towel as we walked, crab like, into the lounge and towards the bedroom. Ding-Dong.

The doorbell rang.

"Leave it," I said, licking one of his nipples.

"I can't," he replied, changing direction without loosing contact with my hole. 

"That's nice," I murmured as he opened the door to the hall and felt his prick jump.

"Who is it he called through the door when we reached it."

"Lady Gwyneth, we heard you come."

I hadn't.

"We, I mean I've just had a shower." Paul was easily flustered. 

I thought I'd help his confidence by slipping my hand between us and holding his prick.

"Come down when your ready, we haven't seen you in months."

Down. Okay. I dropped to my knees and licked the tip of his prick before letting it slide between my lips.

He seemed to be having trouble speaking.

"We will be down shortly," he finally managed to say. 

He had his hands on the back of my head. He pulled my mouth from his prick and knelt down facing me. He looked into my eyes and my inside's somersaulted. Gently he guided me onto my back, lifting my thighs until my knees almost touched my nipples. He looked down at my holes then lowered his mouth to my fanny. Gently, oh so gently, he licked and nibbled at my outer lips, then his tongue searched for the entrance between. I reached down and ran my fingers through his wet hair. I could feel myself becoming wetter as he filled me with a warm glow that started to intensify as his tongue found my clit. I moaned, then groaned. Then gasped as his tongue moved faster. Suddenly he stopped. I looked down in frustration. 

He moved above me. His prick pushing at the entrance to my hole. I almost cried as he entered me. I came on his third stroke. I could feel his balls banging against my ass cheeks. I was building again and again. I gripped his hips with my thighs as he started to really move in and out. I dug my fingernails into his back as I came again. I could feel him, growing then jerking inside me. Slowing, stopping then moving slowly in and out again. 

I kissed his chin as we lay there, in the hall, joined together. He looked down into my eyes. I really did love him. 

To Be Continued...



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14d



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...



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14e



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14e: Back to Egypt Part 05

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

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Chapter 13. (Paul).

I awoke with a hard on. I looked at my watch, seven o'clock, then at Jenny. She was lying on her stomach, her face away from me. I lifted the bed covers and looked down at her back. I followed the outline of her backbone with my eyes until it disappeared between the mounds of her ass cheeks. They looked like they needed feeling. I folded the bed covers away from us onto the edge of my side of the bed and slowly ran my fingers down her spine. I watched her twitch in response to my touch. A sigh escaped from her lips. She reached back and caught my wrist, as I was about to spread open her cheeks. She moved onto her side with her back to me and placed my hand on one of her breasts. 

"I've been thinking," she said, dreamily. 

"About what?" I said, moving closer, the tip of my prick worming its way between her ass cheeks.

"About what Jerez said last night." She pushed her ass back against me and I felt the end of my prick brush against her anus and finish lying against the soft, fury skin that separated her two holes. I rubbed it against it. 

"What did he say last night?" I pushed forwards and felt her give slightly. 

"You really are useless sometimes," she lifted her leg and I pushed forwards again. 

This time I could feel her fanny lips open and the head of my prick slide between them. She lowered her leg trapping me inside her. Not that I wanted to leave her hole anyway. I started moving in and out. 

"What did he say?" I repeated. This felt nice. All the sensations were concentrated around the head of my prick.

"It's what he didn't say."

She was losing me. I didn't want to have to think anyway. I was enjoying this. I moved my hand to her other breast and felt the nipple harden. 

"What didn't he say?" I squeezed her breast, hoping I was sounding interested. 

"Don't say anything for a moment," she gasped, opening her legs and taking my hand, placed it on her pubic mound.

I felt through her hairs until I found the erect, hard pea that was her clit and described a circle around it with my fingertip. She made a strange sound, something between a whimper and a sob and pushed herself back against me. I speeded up my movements in and out and applied direct pressure to her clit. Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat as I lifted my body from the bed to increase the power of my thrusts.

She snorted. I could feel myself building. I could both feel and hear her coming. She moved away from me. I pushed her onto her stomach and followed her, still pumping in and out of her fanny. She lifted her ass to meet me. My balls were lifting; her fanny lips were gripping my prick. I let out a huge sigh as I came.

I looked down at the side of her face and kissed her cheek. She had a half smile on her lips as I pulled out of her and lay on my side. This was where we were when I woke up. I reached down and squeezed her ass cheeks, then ran my fingertip down her crack until it rested on her anus. She turned her head towards me as I gently rubbed it.

"Just what did you and Linda do that helped Jerez so much?" she suddenly asked.

I'd hoped she'd forgotten that.

"We just took part in one of his ceremonies," tell the truth but don't elaborate. 

"And what did you do?"

"We had to sit around naked."

"And."

"He spoke some funny words."

"And?"

"That was about it really."

"Was that all?"

She reached down and squeezed my balls.

"You are sure?" she continued. "I hate to find out later that you hadn't told me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." 

I hesitated. She turned to face me and, folding her arms across my chest, looked down into my eyes. I hated it when she did this. She had a serious expression on her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Well," what could I say?

"Go on."

"We had to take part in the ceremony."

"What did you do?"

"I had too...."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"With Linda?"

"I didn't enjoy it."

"I should hope not."

"Then I came for you." Move on quickly.

She didn't say anything. I could see tears forming in her eyes. I lifted my head and kissed them away. They tasted salty. She lowered her head onto my chest. I lay there listening to her breathing.

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

She sniffed then lifted her head.

"You both did that, for me?"

"I'd do anything for you."

"Why?"

"You know."

"Tell me."

"I love you." I always found it difficult to say those three words. Perhaps it was because I really meant them.

(Jenny).

"I love you."

He didn't say it very often, not like on some of the TV shows where it is used so often it becomes a meaningless sentence.

I thought of him on top of Linda. Moving in and out of her. Did she come? I thought of her and how she would look when I had made her come. Making love in the hot, cramped cabin of a Nile cruise boat. Holding open the lips of her fanny whilst I drank in her smell, then tasting her with my tongue. Then feeling her own tongue in me. Then her fingers working in and out of me. How she could make me feel. How she could make me come. 

They'd made love for me.

He looked worried. I leaned forward and kissed his chin. His hands were resting on my shoulder blades. Then started to move, down, over my ribs and kidneys. I moved up the bed to give him access to my rear and to drop a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it tenderly as his fingers kneaded my ass cheeks. I felt his fingers moving towards my crack. Pulling my cheeks apart. I pulled my nipple from his mouth; it glistened with his saliva. I moved further up the bed until I was straddling his face. His warm breath on my sensitive parts sent shivers through my whole body. 

I felt his tongue gently touch the area between my hole. I wished sometimes that I had the courage to tell him how much I enjoyed his touching me there. I moved forward, guiding him to the place I liked to be touched even more. His tongue moved slowly around the tight ring of my anus as if exploring each fold of skin individually. I gasped out loud. His hands reached up and held my breasts, my nipples felt almost sore beneath his touch. I reached behind and pulled apart my ass cheeks, the tip of his tongue prodded at my opening. Not yet. I lifted myself away from him almost losing contact with his tongue. His touch became even lighter and yet the sensations more intense. He lifted his head to follow me. I could feel his nose pushing at my fanny lips, opening them, entering me. He tongue flicked around then across my anus, his fingers worked on my breasts. I could feel the tension building inside me. Building with each movement of his fingers and tongue. I pushed myself down upon his face feeling his tongue entering my hole as I came rubbing my clit against his forehead. He pulled his tongue from my hole as I lifted myself from his face and lay by his side, stretching.

"Are you all right?" He asked, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me protectively to him. I did feel safe like this. Safe in the knowledge that I was with the man who loved me. 

Warm in the afterglow of orgasm. I looked down at his prick. It was soft and shriveled. A drip of liquid was forming in his little hole. I picked it up and pulled back his foreskin. More liquid appeared, clear, thick. 

His hand was moving down my back again. I didn't want anymore there at the moment so I moved down the bed and kissed his navel. He shifted on the bed slightly, opening his legs. I reached between them and lifted his balls. He groaned softly. I moved my hand back to his prick and worked his foreskin back and forth. He was hard before I took him into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down a few times. Then I swirled my tongue around the tip of his prick and explored his little hole. I could taste his liquid and my own hole. I held the base of his prick with one hand and worked it in time with my lips. 

His hips started to buck beneath me. I quickened my movements. He seemed to be fighting for breath. His hand was on the back of my head. His prick twitched. His sperm hit the back of my throat and I swallowed. I received a second, third and forth load and swallowed again then kept him in my mouth, for the drips, as he called them. He was done. His breathing was returning to normal and his prick was shrinking between my lips. I lifted my head and looked at his face. He did look pleased with himself.

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The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14f



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14f: Back to Egypt Part 06

Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. 

Chapter 14. (Paul).

It was just after mid-day when we left the Hospital after visiting Ian. He was usually mean and moody at the best of times but lying there with three cracked ribs, a broken arm and one eye swathed in bandages his mood was worse then usual. I suppose that if you add to the list of his own hurts the fact that Linda was missing without trace I suppose you couldn't blame him. As we walked back to Jerezs' car, I had this feeling we were being followed. I thought it best not to mention it in case it worried Jenny. Jerez spoke in Arabic to the driver as we pulled away and he in turn spoke into his radio, holding the hand set low so as not to be seen from outside the car. 

"Did you see them?" Jerez asked.

"See who?" I replied.

"The tall man and the fat man, they were standing by the car outside our Hotel when you drove up," said Jenny.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"They were pretty obvious, I thought you must have seen them. Sometimes I worry about you." She said, shaking her head sadly.

"Yes," Jerez nodded his agreement, "we must see if my own men can be more discrete."

I couldn't help but look out of the rear window. 

Now she mentioned it I did remember seeing that car outside our Hotel this morning when we had waited in the foyer for Jerez to arrive. It was an old black Ford. If our driver had wanted to I was certain he could throw it off in seconds. We passed some Camels and an old bus.

I looked behind us again.

"Don't," Jenny hissed elbowing me in the ribs, "they'll know were on to them."

I rubbed my rib cage. It hurt.

I looked out of the side window and sulked.

We pulled in outside of our Hotel and stepped from the car. Jerez refused our offer of refreshments and left, promising to return at six and take us to his house for dinner. With a word of caution for us to remain inside the Hotel he was driven off.

We went straight to the restaurant for lunch and sat in the lounge for half an hour afterwards reading the newspapers and drinking coffee. I found the heat in the lounge oppressive despite the fans rotating on the ceiling and it was a relief when Jenny suggested we go our room for a siesta. I stripped to my underpants and stood under the ceiling fan as soon as the door to our bedroom closed behind us.

Jenny slowly removed her blouse and three-quarter-length skirt and pottered about the room arranging things in her bra and panties. They were both whites. Neither very big. I could see the cushion formed by her pubic hairs in the front and the outline of the crack between her ass cheeks at the back. I looked down at my light blue 'Y' fronts. I didn't really need to, I knew I was getting hard. Jenny noticed as well then ignored it.

I was feeling cooler. My prick wanted to stand upright so I pulled my underpants down and off. That was better. Jenny looked, then looked away. She was unpacking our suitcases and placing some of the contents in drawers and some on hangers in the closet. I liked her doing the drawers most. She'd bend from the waist, her panties taut across her buttocks. I studied her intently each time she did this. She looked at me.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just looking," I stammered she could always make me feel guilty.

"What at?"

"Your knickers."

"Well, look at these then," she said, throwing me a pair. 

I automatically lifted them to my nose.

"They're clean," she said as she continued walking into the bathroom. 

I knew they were, now. I placed them in the drawer with her other things, fingering their softness.

I heard the toilet flush and the tap running. Jenny walked back into the room naked. I could see that her nipples were already erect. Could I see the lips of her fanny as she walked towards me?

"You know what a hot climate does to me," she said, placing her arms around my neck and pulling my lips down to her own.

I worked my tongue into her mouth and fenced with hers as I slowly moved my hands down her slightly clammy skin to her ass cheeks. I squeezed them and ran a fingertip between them until it touched her anus. She ground her pubic mound against my prick in response. I kissed her forehead then licked her ear. She made a sound. I pushed my fingertip against her anus. I felt it opening and heard her gasp. I moved it away before I hurt her, licking inside her ear hole, and gently massaged between her holes. She opened her legs and stood on tiptoes. I touched something soft and wet. My finger entered her fanny, spreading her lips open. I pulled my finger out and listened to the sounds of disappointment she moaned. I pushed it back inside her. Working it in and out and along her lips. I took my tongue out of her ear and looked into her eyes before kissing her mouth. 

She stepped back; pulling me with her, until she touched the bed then sat down and lay on her back. I sank to my knees between her open legs and looked at her fanny with its swollen lips before placing my mouth against it. With my lips I pulled one of hers to one side then did the same to the other. I looked at the moist, pink flesh I uncovered and licked inside her. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair. She pushed my head down. I licked to the back of her fanny then the soft, furry skin between her holes. There was still a slight pressure on my head so I lifted her legs and placed her feet on my shoulders. I squeezed and massaged her ass cheeks before pulling them apart. I could smell soap and talcum powder. I placed my lips around her anus and gently licked with my tongue. The effect was immediate. She gasped and stiffened and gasped again as I licked a second time. I allowed my tongue to slowly circle her hole feeling every fold of skin. She made a mewing sound. I licked again. More sounds. Her feet were pressing down against my shoulders as she tried to lift her backside up to my mouth. I reached beneath her and helped her lift. She cried out gently as I licked a little faster. I worked up some saliva and gave her hole a liberal coating before pushing the tip of my tongue inside her. Her back arched and she cried out loud. 

I moved my tongue in and out as I would have my prick. Keeping it as straight as I could at first then moving it from side to side. More sounds and more movements. I moved one of my hands to her clit and rubbed it, slowly at first then with increasing force and speed. I heard the gurgling in the back of her throat that told me she was nearly there and pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could. Her body stiffened then she relaxed with a huge sigh. I stood up and looked down at her lying across the bed. She smiled and reached up for me. We both moved up the bed and I lay on my side feeling her breasts. She reached down and slowly stroked my prick.

"All right?" I asked.

"What do you think?" She replied.

"Everything seemed to go okay."

"You fishing for compliments?" 

"No." I assured her. 

Though it is nice to be told you did well now and again.

"You did a very good job, thank you very much."

She moved the hand on my prick faster. I had to catch at my breath. I moved onto my back and she turned onto her side to face me. She held my prick at right angles to my body and studied it as if it were the first time she had ever seen it. I lifted my hips in time with her hand. She kissed my nose then my mouth.

"And what would my master like his slave to do?" 

She kissed me again.

I liked it when she was my slave.

"I'm easy," I said, stretching.

"I know that," She looked serious for a second. "Here I am at your command and you won't command me. It'll be a long time before I do this again." 

"Oh don't." I protested, "you know I like it when you're my slave. I just don't know what you want me to tell you to do."

"I want you to tell me what you want. Look."

Despite her holding it in her hand my prick had gone soft.

"It's no good to me like that, make it grow."

"No. That's your job. You make it grow."

"Yes, master."

She moved down the bed still holding my prick in her hand. It was starting to grow again before I felt her warm breath upon it. She kissed the tip then licked it, moistening it with her saliva. She pulled back my foreskin and I felt her lips close around it. As her mouth travelled down my shaft her hand moved up to meet it, moving away as she lifted her head. The two moved together, I could feel my balls tightening, I started to buck with my hips. Suddenly she stopped and lifted her head. 

"Master is hard now." She said, examining her handiwork.

I knew that.

"What is master's command?"

"Get on top."

"Who's an idle master, then," she said straddling me and impaling her fanny on my prick. Her ass cheeks rested on my balls as she settled down on top of me. I could feel her contracting and relaxing around me. She lifted herself up and sank back down upon me. We both breathed out heavily. I reached up with both hands and held her breasts. She lifted and fell again. 

"Alright?" she gasped.

"It'll do." I gasped in reply.

"Bastard," she panted, lifting and lowering herself. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest as she worked the lips of her fanny up and down the length of my prick. It was becoming hard to keep hold of her tits as she quickened so I held her ass cheeks instead. Suddenly she cried out and fell forward onto my chest. I kept still more a few seconds then started to lift my hips from the bed moving my prick in and out of her. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"You not finished?" She asked, beads of sweat on her brow. 

"Not quite."

She gasped as I pushed extra strongly into her.

"Can I get off?" she asked.

"Now who's being idle?" I asked, feeling her ass cheeks.

"I'm sore." She said under her breath.

I stopped moving and tried not to look too disappointed as she climbed slowly off and lay by my side. 

"I'm sorry master," she said, picking up my prick, slick in its coating of her juices. She started to stroke me quickly. Too tell the truth I wasn't really certain I wanted to come anymore. She wasn't the only one starting to feel sore. We had done it a lot in the last three or four days. Much more often then we usually did it. Oh well, too late to stop her now. As she stroked me I felt the waves of pleasure building, peaking, subsiding and building again. I felt my balls tighten and lift. My prick seemed to swell in her hand. She felt it as well for she moved quickly down the bed encircling the end of my prick with her lips as I started to come. My prick jerked and I watched the back of her head move in time. She kept my prick in her mouth long after I had finished coming. Slowly working my foreskin back and forth. Finally she lifted her head and moved back up the bed, resting her head upon my shoulder.

"Time for a little sleep," she said.

I could feel a nipple against my chest and her pubic hairs against my hips. I closed my eyes and smiled.

Chapter 15. (Paul).

I awoke to the ringing of the telephone on the bedside table. I looked at my watch; it was just after five o'clock. I picked up the hand set. It was Jerez. He was in the hotel lobby. He had to go. His men had followed the men who had been following us to an old shrine to the ancient god's about thirty miles south of Cairo. He was meeting with some local police there and would hopefully have developments by the end of the night. Could we make our own way to his house? They could ring for a Taxi from reception. He would leave his address in Arabic and English. Would we mind staying with Lee-Anne and the twins? He was gone.

"Who was it," Jenny asked sleepily.

I told her what I knew.

"We had best go around there then." She said, climbing from the bed and walking into the bathroom. 

I sorted out some clean clothes for myself and waited patiently by the door for her to finish. I heard the toilet flush and the shower start. 

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"All right but do not try anything."

"As if I would."

I pissed and squeezed myself into the lukewarm shower with her. I shuddered as the water hit me.

"It's cold," I complained.

"The best temperature in a hot climate. Cools the blood." We switched of the shower and dried each other off then dressed. Jenny in a three-quarter-length skirt and long sleeve blouse out of respect for local tradition myself in shirt and slacks. Jenny wore open toed sandals and I a pair of socks and slip on shoes.

We walked to the lift. There was a girl inside with red hair. 

"Hallo," Jenny said.

"Hi," she replied, in an American accent.

With followed her out of the lift. She had a nice ass. She headed off into the lounge whilst Jenny and I approached the reception desk. There was a note from Jerez in our pigeonhole. It only confirmed what he had said on the phone. At the bottom he had written what I assumed was his address in Arabic. We stepped outside and the doorman hailed us a taxi. I handed the doorman the note and he spoke to the Taxi driver. We climbed into the back and the car pulled away. Jenny glanced over her shoulder twice. 

"Just checking to see nobody is following us." She said, giving my hand a squeeze.

The taxi made its way slowly through the throngs of people that filled the narrow streets until it turned into a deserted side road and pulled up outside the two huge gates that led into Jerez's home.

We got out of the taxi; I gave the driver a five-pound note and waited patiently for my change while Jenny pulled on a cord set into the stone wall beside a smaller door. 

Eventually the driver gave me some money back as change, I wasn't sure it was the correct amount but Jenny had tried the small door and it had opened and she was peering inside.

I gave the driver a stern look and went across to her. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking over her shoulder at the two cars parked inside.

"There's nobody here," she said in a puzzled tone. "There were at least two men here when we came yesterday."

We stepped through the doorway, closing the door behind us and I called out.

"Hallo, is they're anybody there?"

Comments are welcome.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14g



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14g: Back to Egypt Part 07

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

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"Is their anybody there?" 

I called a second time.

Jenny held my hand as we listened for a response. The silence was total inside these high walls. We walked through the archway and along by the side of the water feature until we reached the main building. It was cool and the air scented with the smell of flowers. I suddenly felt very tired, as if I needed to sit down and rest. I looked at Jenny. She looked strained. 

"You look tired," I said, stifling a yawn, "Do you want to sit down?"

I knew I did. It was becoming hard to think.

Jenny suddenly headed towards the master bedroom and nursery. I followed slowly. My feet felt like lead. I could hear a sound. Like a baby crying.

I entered the nursery. Jenny was kneeling over the prostate body of Lee-Anne.

"I think she's just asleep," she said, standing up and hurrying to the cots. 

"Where's Cleo?"

I didn't know. I wasn't sure I knew who I was.

"What's wrong with you," she suddenly snapped at me.

"Very tired." I managed to say.

"Let's get out of here, quickly."

Carrying the baby in one arm she grabbed my hand and pulled me outside, back to the main gates. My head seemed to clear with every step away from the building we took. The dust and heat came almost as a relief. She handed me little Jerez and said.

"Wait here while I go and see what I can do for Lee-Anne."

"But." I started to protest.

"No time."

And she was gone.

Jerez started crying. I moved him around a bit but he wouldn't shut up.

"That's not how to hold a baby."

A voice from behind me said. I turned and looked into the face of the red headed American from the Hotel. A taxi was parked behind her. 

"Here. Let me hold him." 

She held out her hands. I was only too pleased to hand him over. 

"This is the home of Jerez El Mctomb?" She asked, rocking the now silent baby in her arms.

"That's right. He's not in at the moment."

I looked back towards the house. Jenny was coming towards me supporting Lee-Anne. I went to help. The feeling of great tiredness returned as I approached them.

"Stay outside, Paul," Jenny called, "I can manage."

I stopped where I was until they reached me then gave what assistance I could. As with myself Lee-Anne seemed to become stronger with each step she took away from the building. We were outside in the street and Lee-Anne reached out for her baby.

"Where's Cleo?" she asked, frantically looking around, "where is she?"

"There was only Jerez there," Jenny said in a soft voice, "we couldn't see Cleo. 

What happened?"

"I don't know," she replied, hugging Jerez to her as if afraid he might suddenly disappear. I was in the nursery and I suddenly felt very tired. The next thing I remember you were helping me to my feet."

"I felt the same in there." I said. 

"What about you?" I asked Jenny. 

"I felt something, something strange. I cannot describe it. Somebody was calling me." She wore a puzzled look.

"But not tired?"

"No. Not that. Anything but."

"This is very strange." The red head said.

We all looked at her.

"My name is Michelle by the way. Michelle Stewart

"Hallo," I said holding out my hand to shake hers then indicating the others, " this is Lee-Anne with little Jerez, this is Jenny Fletcher and I am Paul Wagstaffe."

She nodded as if the information was what she had expected to hear.

"What do we do next?" I asked in general.

Just then a group of people appeared around the end of the street and walked towards us. Two uniformed policemen; two other men in European suits; two in cooks whites and three girls.

They stopped when they reached us and they all stared sheepishly at the ground.

"Where have you been?" Lee-Anne snapped at them. "Somebody has taken Cleo. Well? Come on."

"We do not know." One of the men in a suit lifted his head and replied. "We all just seemed to find each other in the market. None of us remember going there." 

"Can you get a message to Jerez, I mean the Commissioner. He needs to know what has happened. We need him here."

She turned to me.

"Can I come to your Hotel with you?" She asked. "I don't want to go back in there. Not without Jerez."

Michelle's taxi was still waiting so we piled into it. Jenny sitting on my lap. Michelle in the middle with her thigh pressed tight against mine with Lee-Anne on the far side cradling little Jerez.

As we passed reception in the hotel I was called to the desk.

"We have a telephone call for you, Sir."

The receptionist said indicating the phone at the end of the desk. I picked it up and said, "hallo."

"Mr Wagstaffe? Mr Paul Wagstaffe."

I recognised the voice.

"Herr Kesler. It's been a long time. How is Hans?" 

"He's enjoying himself with your friend. What's her name again? Ah yes. Linda. A most attractive young woman."

"What are you doing to her."

"Personally nothing. But there are others here who need you to help undo the damage caused by El Mctomb last year."

"What about the baby?"

"She can go as soon as you and your girlfriend arrive."

"What do you want with her?"

"Again, I wish nothing. Apparently there is one here who wants or needs her. Do not underestimate him. I have seen things recently that defy all logical explanation. You are to be on the steps of the main museum in one hour. If you are not there then he promises that he will send something to collect you. I believe he will. Just the two of you alone. The baby will then be delivered to your hotel by Taxi. Do not involve the police. He is watching you now through a mirror. Hurry. He grows impatient."

"We're not coming." I finally found the words.

"I really do think you should re-consider."

The line went dead. The others were holding the lift for me and we took it up to the floor mine and Jenny's rooms were on.

Once inside I told them what had been said.

"He will send something." Jenny said slowly, with conviction. 

"If we lock the door and pile the furniture against it we will be safe at least until Jerez gets here." I tried to sound confident. 

"He won't send people." Jenny had a far away look in her eyes.

"I don't follow you," said Michelle, "what do you mean by not people."

"You do not understand. He's not alive. Not in anyway we would recognise."

"What's going on?"

As quickly as possible I gave her an outline of the events of the summer the year before. I missed out a few details. Jenny's lesbian affair with Linda and my fucking Lee-Anne before she took up with Jerez. I could see the disbelief mounting in Michelle's face when I came to describe the ceremony and orgy in the old temple, then the ceremony on the boat performed by Jerez, I missed out that I'd had to fuck Linda as part of it, and finally the ceremony back in the temple where Hamed and Ahmed had fallen into what I had hoped was a bottomless pit. 

"Surely you don't believe in this mumbo jumbo," she said when I had finished, "and what of Lee-Anne here?"

She was right. I hadn't given her a thought.

"I think Paul is right. We must not allow them to go. I want my baby back but I do not believe she is any danger at present."

"She isn't." Jenny said with conviction.

She was acting strange.

At that moment the telephone on one of the bedside tables rang. Jenny picked it up.

"Lee-Anne," she said, "it's for you. It's the police." 

Lee-Anne handed little Jerez to Jenny and taking the receiver spoke a few words then listened intently. Then she quickly explained what had happened. Jenny sat on the bed holding Jerez. She certainly looked the part. She smiled down at him and made little noises too him. He held her hand and tried to bite on her fingers. She looked happy. Perhaps it was time for a family. No, I had to be strong. Careers first, then family. She'd thank me later. I hoped. Lee-Anne replaced the receiver. She looked at me. 


"That was Jerez. There's been a car crash and he's been taken to hospital. The police are sending a car for me and they will also send some men to stand guard outside your rooms tonight."

"How is he?" I asked.

"They think he has a broken ankle, they're X-raying it later. Other than that just cuts and bruises."

The three girls sat on the edge of the bed in silence while I paced up and down in front of them. Despite what Jenny said I was certain that Herr Kesler had meant he was sending some men to get us. The police guards should take care of them.

"I'm sorry we have gotten you into this," I said to Michelle, "can you tell us why you wanted to see Jerez?"

Lee-Anne looked closely at her.

"Yes." Michelle replied after a few seconds thought. "The company I work for in America insure important artefacts on tours to the States. We often liase with Jerez's department on security matters."

"Oh." Lee-Anne huffed.

There was another prolonged silence. I looked at Jenny. She was staring into space with a vacant expression on her face.

We all jumped as the telephone rang. I picked it up. Reception informed me I had a call.

"Hallo," I said into the mouth-piece, "this is Paul Wagstaffe speaking."

"You were not there," the voice at the other end was deep and full of menace, "I will send for you now. Do not believe my High Priestess can save you. She will be mine for eternity."

"Fuck off." I replied and slammed the receiver down. I turned around. Jenny was standing in front of me. I put my arms around her and held her.

The phone rang again. I picked up the receiver, holding Jenny with my other arm and squashing her breast against my chest.

"Hallo," I said, "this is Paul Wagstaffe."

It was the manager. The police had arrived for Lee-Anne and there were police wanting to mount guard outside my room. What was going on? I told him the police would explain everything and re-placed the receiver. "The police are here for you, Lee-Anne." I said. "I'll go down to reception with you."

Lee-Anne kissed Jenny good-bye then Jenny kissed Jerez. Then Lee-Anne kissed Michelle who also kissed Jerez. I didn't want to kiss Jerez. I would have kissed Lee-Anne. She'd put on a few pounds since having the twins but that was the way Egyptians liked their women, I'd been told.

"We need salt," Jenny said as we started to leave, "a lot of it." 

We took the lift and I handed her over two uniformed policemen in the Hotel foyer. Two other uniformed policemen told me they were to remain on guard outside my room until dawn. The manager complained at this. I told him it wasn't my idea but if a senior policeman said it was necessary then who was I to argue. I told them I needed the toilet and stepped into the restaurant and used one while they continued their discussion in a mixture of Arabic and English. On top of a table against one wall were little trays of condiments. I watched the staff laying the tables for the evening meal for a few seconds then, seeing an opportunity slipped two salts in one trouser pocket and a third into my other.

I went back into the foyer.

The argument was still raging. We were onto the reputation of the hotel, then the inconvenience of the guests.

I thanked him and walked to the lift. The two policemen followed.

I left them outside the door to my room.

Inside everything had changed. The bed had been pushed towards the window and the floor rugs lifted exposing the bare floorboards. 

"What's going on?" I asked, "why have you done this?"

"For our protection." Jenny replied.

"You will probably want to get off, Michelle." I said. Jenny was acting strange. 

"No. She must stay." Jenny insisted. "They will know about her and we cannot look after her if she's in another room."

"I think I should stay." Michelle agreed.

I'd have thought she'd want to get out of this nuthouse at the earliest opportunity.

"We need something we can measure a circle with." Jenny said looking around. 

"I've got it. Take your shirt off."

Why me? Why not her blouse? I was about to argue but she continued.

"Where's the salt?"

I took three condiments from my pockets and handed them over.

"This will have to do." She said taking them from me. "Shirt. Quickly." 

I took it off and handed it over to her. She had Michelle hold one end to the floor in the middle of the cleared space and drew a circle of salt on the floorboards using her as the centre and my shirt as a measure. 

"Now everybody must take their clothes off."

She said unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it over her shoulders.

"It's important or I wouldn't ask." She said to Michelle.

"All right," she said unzipping and stepping from her dress. 

"What about dinner?" I asked.

"We're too late for that, I'm afraid." Jenny was laying her skirt on the end of the bed then had her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers. 

"I must visit the toilet." Michelle said, her bra half off.

The door closed behind her and I heard her lower the toilet seat.

"Hurry up," Jenny urged, "we haven't long."

I undressed feeling slightly embarrassed even though it was only Jenny I was standing in front of.

"Come with me into the circle," she said taking my hand, "nothing can enter here unless we invite it."

I did as I was told and stood with my arms around her waiting for Michelle. At last we heard the toilet flush and the door open. She stepped into the room turning the bathroom light off behind her. What a pair of boobs, high and firm with the nipples just asking to be sucked. I could feel my prick growing against Jenny's ass cheeks. Her pubic hairs had been trimmed to be almost bald. She must wear a high cut bathing costume. Her tan seemed to reach completely up her side.

She stopped at the edge of the circle.

"Come on," I said, holding out my hand.

She took it and stepped across the salt.

We all sat on the floor facing each other crossed legged. I couldn't help myself I had to look at Michelle's fanny. The lips were slightly pulled apart and I could clearly see the little pale bud of her clit standing proud from its hood. Jenny coughed.

I lifted my eyes to Michelle's tits. The nipples were erect as if she was aroused. They lifted in time with her breathing. Jenny coughed again. I looked into Michelle's eyes. They were heavy with desire. 

"We should hold hands, I think." She said reaching out and taking my hand and Jenny's.

I took Jenny's other hand in mind exposing my hard on. As I looked from one girl to the other they were both staring at my prick. Jenny licked her lips. The lights seemed to be fading. 

Michelle released Jenny's hand and placed her own upon her thigh lightly touching the soft skin on the inside and moving slowly towards her fanny. My prick lifted and strained. Her hand was on Jenny's fanny massaging her lips, pulling them apart before pushing a finger slowly inside her. The air was suddenly heavy with the smell of aroused woman. I watch her finger move in and out then up at Jenny's face. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed.

Michelle released my hand and wrapped her fingers around my prick stroking my foreskin up and down. Releasing it she moved between Jenny thighs and lowered her mouth to her fanny. Jenny gasped and lay back, her head just inside the circle of salt. Michelle lifted her legs until her thighs were against her shoulders and her calf's against her back and drove her tongue deep into Jenny's hole. Jenny jerked at the invasion and opened her eyes to look at me. There was a look of panic on her face. She opened her mouth as if she was trying to say something. Her body jerked again. The smell of woman surrounded me. The lights were almost out and the room was lit only from the lights in the street outside. Jenny groaned. I looked at Michelle's ass cheeks by the side of my head. She moved her knees apart as I watched and arched her back as if inviting a lover to take her. Jenny gasped and moaned. I moved behind Michelle. In the half light I could see the outline of her fanny lips and the little round circle of her anus. She reached behind her and guided the tip of my prick against it. I pushed, feeling it tighten against me. I pushed again. She screamed as I entered her. I pulled back and pushed again, and again and again. I heard her sigh and Jenny gasp. I moved faster and faster.

(Michelle)

What? I thought I'd heard a scream. I looked around. The room was completely dark. Where was I? Oh yes. I'd gone to the toilet before joining Paul and Jenny in their circle of salt. They seemed a bit kinky to me. Not that I minded kinky. They were both attractive it's just that I would have preferred dinner before going to bed with them. This had not been in their files. I pulled myself up using the hand basin for support and felt my way to the door. The main bedroom was in near darkness. I could make out three bodies. It looked as if they'd got a forth and the fun had started without me. Paul was ramming his cock in and out of a woman who had her head buried between Jenny's thighs. Jenny looked in agony. She was striking the back of the woman with her fists, throwing her head from side to side as Paul kept moving in and out.

Jenny's head stopped moving. She was looking directly at me. Then at the chest of drawers on which I could just make out stood the three little bottles of salt.

Without thinking I picked one up and threw it at the woman in the circle. There was a scream of pain and a roar of anger. The room suddenly smelt as if every sewer in Cairo had been emptied into it.

The lights suddenly came on and Paul was shooting his cum over Jenny's belly.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14h



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14h: Back to Egypt Part 08

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

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(Paul).

I looked down, blinking in the sudden light, at my jerking prick, my come shooting from the end and landing on Jenny's stomach and pubic hairs. I heard her moan and looked up at her face. She looked in pain. 

"What's wrong?" I gasped, sitting back on my heels and helping her to sit up. 

My come started running down her front towards her fanny. 

"It got inside." She said, holding her lower abdomen as if she had a bellyache. "I think he wanted to punish me for not coming to him."

"What's going on?" Michelle asked, her voice trembling. 

"Who, what was she?" "He said he send something. We thought it was you and invited it inside the circle." 

Jenny started to shiver. I held her close.

"It's over now." I said, running my fingers through her hair. 

"It's only just started." She said, her trembling increasing. "Oh Paul, I'm so frightened."

"I'll get the policemen in here," Michelle said holding her dress across the front of her body and heading to the door.

She turned the key and then the handle. It didn't open. 

"Hey, out there," she shouted and banged on the door, "help us." 

There was no sound from outside the door. Even the sounds from the street outside had died away. The room was getting darker. Shadows were moving across the floor and walls.

"Quickly, Michelle." Jenny said, holding out her hand to her. "Come into the circle."

"How do we know she's not it again?" I asked.

"Well, you're not fucking me whatever happens." Michelle said, taking Jenny's hand and stepping over the line of salt.

"Fair enough." I said.

The lights were getting dimmer and the silence was total as we stood there, our arms around each other, waiting.

(Linda).

I woke with my ass on fire and the taste of woman on my lips. I was strapped to the table again. 

Since Han's had had me the first time nobody had touched me. They had threaded a chain through a manacle around my ankle fitted it to a ring in the wall so I couldn't escape, I had a chair to sit on at a small table and blankets to make a bed with. They had given me my dress to wear but no underwear. I was given a metal bucket and a roll of toilet paper to do what I had to do. Hans had wanted to stay and watch at first but Helga had insisted that I have at least that amount of privacy. 

I'd had magazines to read and Helga came and talked to me apologising at every opportunity for what Hans had done. I was past caring about that. All I wanted was to be allowed to go. I told her I wouldn't tell anybody or press charges. I begged her to help me. But she refused.

Then they had come for me. The two Germans and Hans. They'd stripped me, placed the necklace around my neck and tied me to the table. Hans had put his finger inside me and I thought he was going to mount me again. Then the others had entered the room and the lights had slowly dimmed. I could hear a voice in a language I could nearly understand. Then I had felt the fingers on my tits, on both of them. Cool and gentle. I could feel my nipples responding, the lips of my pussy opening. The hands had moved down over my ribs, massaging my stomach then further down. I strained to open my legs wider. I could feel my own moisture. I lifted my hips from the tabletop searching for his touch. My mouth was pressed against another's woman's pussy. I pushed my tongue inside it. It kept going and going. I could feel a prick pushing against my ass hole. I welcomed it inside me. Then suddenly there was pain. So much pain I must have passed out.

I looked around.

Ahmed and the figure in robes stood at the foot of the table looking down between my legs. Automatically I tried to close them but I couldn't move my ankles.

The man in the robes moved towards me. Suddenly the whole room was filled with the smell of shit. His hands were on my tits. Somebody was speaking. A language I could almost understand.

(Paul).

The darkness in the room was almost total. Even the lights from the street outside seemed to make little impression. I could feel both Jenny and Michelle shivering. 

"Let me get a blanket." I suggested.

"No." Jenny said through chattering teeth. "We mustn't leave the circle. We mustn't bring anything inside. We must be natural. It's our best defence." 

"What about a crucifix?" Michelle asked. "I have one in my room."

"Do you?" Jenny replied.

Michelle was silent for a few seconds.

"No I don't." She finally admitted. "It just came to me that I should leave and fetch it."

"We must not leave." Jenny repeated.

"How do you know this?" Michelle asked.

I was wondering that. He'd never shown any sign of interest in the occult. She wouldn't even read one of my Denis Wheatley books. 

"It's just something I know." She replied. "I can't explain. I just know it."

"How long must we stay here?" Michelle asked.

"Until dawn. Light will destroy what darkness creates." 

I pulled them both close to me watching the shadows on the walls swirling into different shapes as if trying to create a form. I suddenly broke wind. I needed the toilet badly. My insides were gurgling as they had before when I'd had food poisoning.

More wind. I could sense that both girls were twitching their noses at the sudden smell.

"Sorry." I said. "I need the toilet."

The lights were brighter suddenly. We could hear the bustle from the street outside.

"It looks as if it's over." I said, releasing the girls and stepping towards the toilet.

"Don't go, Paul." Jenny said, placing her hand upon my arm.

"But I need the toilet." I insisted.

"You don't."

"But."

"You don't. Come and hold me."

I went back to her and put my arms around her. She was right. I didn't need to go. The lights went out and the darkness returned. 

"Look." Michelle suddenly said. "This is stupid. Nothing's going to happen. I'm going back to my own bed. I'm cold."

"Don't let her go, Paul." Jenny urged.

I placed my hand on Michelle's shoulder and landed flat on my back with her knee in my chest.

"Don't hurt him, Michelle." Jenny said quietly. "We want you to stay with us. We need you. Please stay. Please."

I could sense the tension leaving Michelle. She stood and pulled me to my feet.

"Sorry about that." She said. "It was automatic."

"They train you well in the Insurance business." Jenny said sitting down. 

Michelle and I did the same. The floor felt cold against my ass. I could only imagine what it felt like against their fannies. 

"Hold hands," Jenny said feeling for mine, "it will strengthen us."

I felt Michelle's thigh, then her wrist and finally her hand.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked the darkness in her direction.

"We are well trained." She replied.

"Not by any Insurance company."

"No." She said and hesitated. "I work for a Government department but it's true, we do look after important art objects when they are on display in America. There is an exhibition going to the States next month and I was to have reviewed the security arrangements with Jerez."

"Lee-Anne didn't seem to know you were visiting him today." 

"Jerez didn't. I came to see just how hard or easy it would have been to penetrate his security surrounding the exhibits. They're currently on display in the main museum. I must admit he has done a good job. It would have been difficult."

"What is the exhibit?" I asked. 

It was so dark it was like it was pressing against me. I knew we had to keep talking. I wanted to fall asleep. Why keep my eyes open when, strain them as I may, I could see nothing. I squeezed Jenny's hand. 

"You want to hear about the exhibits, don't you Jenny?"

"What?" She mumbled.

"We want to hear what Michelle has to say about the exhibits, don't we?" 

"Yes," I could almost feel the effort she had to make to reply, "we must stay awake."

"What are they then, Michelle?" I asked.

"It consists of artefacts found in the temple ruins after the collapse of some of the walls last year. There were bronze swards, tapestries, anklets and bracelets and of course the two necklaces. There had been some talk that the Cypriot government would be asking for their return. They might even hire somebody to steal them back."

"You know a lot about them." Jenny said, her voice heavy.

"I've read the file."

"Any other files?"

"Yours."

"Your government holds files on us?" I was flabbergasted. 

"You come from a very important family. What your Uncle, Grandfather and Father did before, during and after the war is the stuff of legends." 

My Father was an accountant. My Uncle had had one hand.

"Tell us about them," Jenny said, "they never talk about it."

"Then I shouldn't." 

I wasn't quite so tired now and the room seemed to be lighter. I could see the outline of Jenny's head and shoulders. Everything was peaceful and still. Suddenly I could hear noises outside. There was shouting, a woman screamed. The door was thrown open and the room was flooded with light. In the frame for a second stood Linda, naked, her hair dishevelled and her face streaked with tears.. She stepped inside and slammed the door behind her. The room was back in darkness for a second then I heard a click as the lights were switched on. 

"Help me, please," she said approaching the circle, "they're after me."

I reached out for her. 

"It's all right Linda. You're safe now."

"No Paul, don't." Jenny screamed in my ear.

"Help me Paul, please." 

Linda was on her knees reaching out for me. The picture of her lowering her fanny to my face when we were camping in Northern Ireland once came to me. Running my fingers through her lush, auburn hair as her head bobbed up and down on my prick. 

"Come on Paul, you know you want to have me again."

She was right. I did.

"Paul no." Jenny screamed. "It's not Linda."

Suddenly I was on my knees. Michelle had her arm about my throat and my hand almost touching the back of my head. I could feel her tits pressing against my back and her pubic mound against my hip.

"Jenny says stay." She almost growled in my ear. 

The door to the room was thrown open. I recognised Hans, Karl and Uwe for the previous year in Cyprus. Linda tried to dodge past them but they caught her and threw her to the ground. I had to help her. 

Hans had his prick in his hand. It looked massive. He was kneeling between her legs, legs held so far apart by Karl and Uwe I could see the moist, pink flesh inside her.

She cried out.

"Paul, Paul. Please help me."

As Hans lowered himself upon her. Jenny moved in front of me, her pubic hairs were inches from my eyes. I could smell her fanny. It was a comforting smell. A smell I knew. I could hear Linda cry out in pain.

"It's not Linda." She said, pulling my cheek against her pubic mound. "We didn't switch the lights off."

That's right. We didn't.

I reached behind her with my one free hand and squeezed her ass cheeks.

The sounds from Linda faded as if into the distance. Michelle released my arm and neck and they both joined me on the floor. I placed my arms around them.

The lights started to dim.

"Fuck off, can't you. Leave us alone." I shouted.

"Tell me how you met." Michelle said, resting her head on my shoulder. So we did. And of the farmhouse and the Caribbean Cruise and digging holes in Cyprus and going up the Nile. Then the weddings. Our plans for the future. Then she told us about her life. Brought up in California. Her days at University. Her lovers. Her selection and training for the department she worked for. And all the time the shadows moved about us. 

I awoke with a hard on.

I was lying on my back. Michelle's head was on one shoulder Jenny's on the other. I had an ass cheek in either hand. Daylight filled the room. 

Somebody was tapping at the door.

"Hallo." I called softly. 

Jenny wrapped her fingers around my prick. Her hand started stroking up and down.

"We have to leave now, Sir." 

I recognised the voice of one of the policemen.

"Yes."

"It was a very quiet night." He called through the door. "Good bye, Sir."

I couldn't answer. A wave of pleasure was sweeping over me.

"Good bye."

Michelle lifted her head and answered. She looked at me, then at Jenny and lowered her head to my shoulder watching Jenny's hand as it continued to move up and down.

"You don't mind?" I heard Jenny ask.

"No. Carry on. I was looking at it for a while and was about to have a go myself but you beat me to it."

I sighed. Jenny lifted her head and kissed me. Her hand moved faster. There were other fingers on my balls. I lifted my hips. I gasped. I was there. I looked down and watched my come shooting from the end of my prick. Jenny worked my foreskin back and forth a few times then released my prick when she was happy there was nothing left inside.

She kissed me again and climbed stiffly to her feet. 

"A shower then a big breakfast." She said, walking towards the bathroom. "I think we are going to have a busy day."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14i



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14i: Back to Egypt Part 09

A Paul and Jenny story. Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and Characters are fictitious. No offence is intended to the living or the dead. 

(Especially the dead).

* * * * *

I received questioning glances from the hotel staff when I returned the three empty salt bottles to the condiment's table.

Jenny and Michelle had secured a table for us and we all ordered full breakfasts.

After we had finished eating Michelle fumbled in her bag for a second and produced a packet of American cigarettes that she offered around. 

Jenny and I refused but after checking that we didn't mind, she lit one. She sucked deeply on the end of the cigarette making the tip glow red. She had some suction power in those lungs. I imagined what it would be like to be a prick on the receiving end of such a suck. She sucked again. Her cheeks hollowing. I tried to cross my legs under the table, willing my prick to go down. She sucked again, slowly; she held the smoke in her lungs as if savouring the feeling. 

Jenny kicked me under the table.

"Paul," she hissed, "stop staring."

I dragged my eyes from the tip of Michelle's cigarette and looked up into her smiling eyes. I was sure she knew what had been going through my mind. She opened her lips so slowly and released a steady stream of smoke. I had to look away. My prick was rock hard.

At the table behind Michelle sat a woman. I could only see her back, but that was worth looking at. She wore a headscarf that was wrapped around the lower half of her face, local fashion; she had to lift it everytime she wanted to drink from her coffee cup.

"I need the john," Michelle said suddenly, stubbing out her cigarette, "coming with me?"

I took it the remark was directed towards Jenny. 

"All right," Jenny said standing up, "I'm sure it isn't safe for a girl to go alone in this country."

All right for men, it would seem.

I stood up as they left the table, then resumed my seat and poured myself another cup of coffee. The woman on my right moved quickly into Michelle's chair.

"Quickly," she said, "I don't have much time."

As she spoke she lowered her scarf. It was Helga.

"What do you want?" I asked, instinctively moving away from her.

She looked hurt.

"I have a message to pass to you." She breathed. Her voice was hardly above a whisper. "He is very angry that you did not come to him last night or that you evaded the entity he sent for you. It will come again tonight and every night if you do not follow these instructions. You are to deliver the swords, bracelets and anklets to the following address at one am. Only you and Jenny are to come. You will then take part in a short ceremony and you may all leave."

"All of us?" I asked. "What about his wanting Jenny for his High Priestess?"

"He says all of you."

I didn't believe her.

"I don't believe you."

"If you do not do this and you survive the night in the morning you will find the body of a dead baby girl, the next morning you will find a part of Linda. Don't let him do this to them." She pleaded the last part. 

"Can you help us?" I asked, sensing she wasn't completely happy with that part of their plan.

"I can do nothing." She looked around. "Even now they will be watching me. Though, knowing the men they will be watching the girls in the toileten."

"I must go. Be at this address at one tomorrow morning."

"Are they both all right?"

"The baby is well. I take care of her."

"And Linda?"

"The men look after her."

I could imagine how, the Bastards.

"She will be returned to you. Just do as you are told."

"Why?"

"I can tell you this." Helga wrapped her scarf around her face as if about to leave. "The body he is trapped in decays with each passing day. Soon there will be little more than a skeleton. When that happens he will fade from existence. He is trapped within a narrow area, Alexandria to Luxor. If the artefacts he wants leave this country all hope for his freedom will go with it. He has days only, perhaps a few weeks."

She looked up and saw Jenny and Michelle approaching. 

"I must go. Take care." 

She reached out and touched my hand. She spoke an address and left. 

I wished I had a pen to write it down.

The girls took their seats as I patted my pockets. 

"Anybody got a pen?" I asked. "I have to write this down." 

Michelle reached into her bag and handed me a pen and a sheet of paper she tore from a small notebook.

I scribbled frantically. Hoping I had it right.

"Who was your girlfriend?" Michelle asked when I handed her the pen back.

"Helga." I replied.

"What did that bitch want?" Jenny asked.

"We are to take the swords and things that came out of the temple to this address tonight."

"And?" Michelle prompted.

"If we do not we can expect another night like last night and they will kill Cleo."

(Linda).

I felt knackered. I ached all over. I felt like I'd spent the weekend on the job. Both of my holes were sore. I crouched over the bucket in the corner of the room. I wasn't sure the relief I felt was worth the pain I had to go through. I dabbed myself clean and dry with some toilet tissue and returned to my task of picking at the ancient mortar securing the ring to the wall. I pulled it from side to side again. Did I imagine it or did it move slightly? I picked again at the mortar. The ends of my fingers were bleeding and my fingernails were broken. I was certain that it moved this time. I could hear movement in the corridor outside and returned to my chair. Helga came in carrying a baby.

"Yours?" I asked.

"No," she replied, turning its face towards me.

It looked familiar.

"This is Cleo."

Of course. I'd seen her for the first time in the summer. I hadn't had a chance to on this trip, yet. She'd changed. She'd been plump and wrinkled last time I'd seen her, now she was developing her own distinct features. She didn't look much like Jerez.

"What are you doing with her?" I asked reaching up for her.

Helga handed her to me.

"She's here to ensure that Jerez El McTomb does what is required of him. And also that you may see that when you are required to perform in certain ceremonies later that you do so willingly. It is important to their success, apparently."

"And if I don't?"

"I would hate for any harm to come to this child. I have grown quite attached to her during the last two days."

"You wouldn't harm a baby."

"I wouldn't. But there is one."

"What must I do?"

"Whatever is requested of you. That's all."

She took Cleo from me and left. I went back to the wall.

I worked on the mortar for another five minutes. Yes, it was definitely looser. I could hear noises in the corridor again. I pressed some of the loosened mortar back into the hole I'd made and sat down just as the door opened and Hans came in carrying a tray of food. 

"Hallo Hans," I said, "how are you today."

Hans had not been comfortable alone in my presence since he'd fucked me and I'd told him it wasn't what I had wanted him to do. A germ of an idea was growing in my brain. I could do with as many people on my side as possible. What would win Hans over to my side?

He avoided my eyes and grunted his reply as he placed the tray on my table. He picked up my bucket and made to leave. I caught his glance at the contents inside.

"Don't leave, Hans." I said, placing my hand on his arm. "Stay and talk to me. I get so lonely in here on my own."

"I've things to do." He muttered but he didn't pull away from me.

"I'm sure you can stay five minutes." I tried to purr.

I could see the confusion in his face.

"It's all right." I continued. "What you did, I mean. I didn't really mind. I liked it."

I placed my hand on the inside of his thigh. I saw the material of his trousers twitch. I squeezed gently, inching my hand upwards. There was definitely movement in those trousers. A bulge, a large bulge, was forming. 

"You said." He started.

"Never mind what I said then. I was a little upset about being tied up. No women likes to be tied up when her man is doing that." 

Lay it on thick. I had to make a decision. Leave him with a hard on and his frustrations with the promise of things to come? No, that would be too subtle for Hans. Give him a taste of what lay ahead.

I rubbed his cock through his trousers. He was big. Long and thick. I heard him gasp.

"Don't worry, Hans." I tried to sound soothing as I unzipped his trousers and pulled his prick out into the open.

I gently pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go then allowed it to slide forward to cover his helmet. I pulled it back again, this time licking my lips and taking the end between them. I sucked gently for a few seconds, listening to the gasps and groans that came from Hans then allowed it further inside. Releasing his foreskin I placed my hands upon his hips and worked my mouth along the length of his prick. I took it as far in as I could, using my lips to hold back his foreskin. Then, I kissed along the underside of it until I reached his balls which I sucked from his trousers. More kissing, licking and sucking as I moved back to the tip of his prick.

His hips were starting to move and his hands locked behind my head as his began pushing in and out of my mouth. I kept my tongue pressed against the underside of his prick as he moved in and out. I could hear him panting. His movements quickened. I heard his gasp as his cum hit the back of my throat. Another load, then another as I spluttered and swallowed. Another load. Would he never finish? Then he released a deep sigh of satisfaction.

His shrinking prick fell from my lips as I lifted my head to look up at him. 

There was a smile around his lips and a look of shock on his face.

"You all right?" I asked, fitting his prick back inside his trousers for him. 

"Did you like it."

He nodded. He didn't seem able to speak.

"We'll do that again one day." I promised. "When I'm out of here."

He looked disappointed.

"Well, there are too many people around and if the Uwe or Karl saw us they might want to keep me for themselves. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

I patted his prick through his trousers. He shook his head. 

"When I'm out of here I'll be all yours. Just think of what we could do together."

He was. I could see his prick growing inside his trousers. Oh well. I unzipped his trousers and took it out again. I wished my cunt didn't feel so sore. It would be less work letting him fuck me.

I worked his foreskin back and forth for twenty seconds before taking him back inside my mouth. This time I concentrated on the head of his prick with my lips and tongue whilst continuing to stroke the base of it with my fingers. 

"Oh, " he grunted followed by more Oh's and Ah's. I thought Ian was a noisy fucker but he had nothing on Hans. My jaw was starting to ache, so were my hands. It was a blessed relief when he finally came. Where did he find it all from? Despite swallowing hard from the moment I felt it first strike the back of my throat I could feel some dribbling from the corner of my mouth and running down the side of my chin.

I heard a movement from the doorway. I turned my eyes to it, Han's prick still coming in my mouth.

Helga stood watching us.

(Paul)

We went back to our room to try to plan what to do next. Whilst we had been at breakfast the cleaners had been in and you couldn't tell that anything untoward had happened the night before. The floor had been swept and the beds moved back into place.

I sat on the stool by the dressing table and the girls on the edge of the bed. 

We all looked at each other. 

"We need help." I finally said.

"We do." Jenny agreed and Michelle nodded her head.

We were all silent. In books and films somebody's always got a plan. We didn't.

We all jumped as the phone rang. I picked up the receiver. It was Lee-Anne. Jerez was with her. Would we like to speak to him? Of course. She handed him over. 

I quickly explained to him what had happened the previous night and of my meeting with Helga that morning.

He was silent for a moment. Then he spoke.

"I must ask that the artefacts are released to you. I do not believe that the place you are to take them to is the place where the ceremonies will take place. I know the area. The buildings back onto the temple complex with its maze of tunnels and burial chambers some of which were converted into sewers when we were under the control of the British. Some of the tunnels lead to other houses some to outside the city and some nowhere. They are infested with rats and there have been reports of crocodiles living there. It would be foolhardy to attempt to follow you. Perhaps Michelle could help us?"

I told Michelle what he had said. She looked at us for a few seconds. 

"He knows we do not have access to the equipment he's talking about." She finally said.

I relayed her answer.

"Work on her." Jerez said when I had finished speaking. "For me to have to convince that particular department myself I think would be difficult to say the least. We have to move quickly. I will ring you back." 

I replaced the receiver and turned to Michelle and Jenny.

"Why won't you help us?" Jenny asked before I could get the question in. 

"It would be against all the agreements our countries have signed for me to use the equipment he want me to use. It could cause a diplomatic incident. Besides, I also would need to convince some highly sceptical people. I'm not sure I believe what happened here last night and I was here." 

"Try, please." Jenny reached across and squeezed her hand. "Linda is one of our best friends and then there's baby Cleo to think of. Please. Please." She pleaded. 

When she talked to me in that tone I would give her the earth. 

Michelle looked from Jenny to me. Then back again. Then she stood up and walked to where I was sitting and picked up the phone. She asked reception for a number. Waited. Then spoke to somebody named Franklin. After two minutes she replaced the receiver.


"They say no."

We looked at each other. I was about to offer some words of wisdom when the phone rang again. Michelle picked it up. She spoke briefly then listened intently.

"The people Jerez spoke to also say no." She said as she replaced the receiver.

"What are we going to do now?" Jenny asked.

"Jerez recommends we steal them."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14j



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14j: Back to Egypt Part 10

A Paul and Jenny story.

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

* * * * *

(Paul).

"What do you mean?" I asked. "How are we going to steal them?"

"With a little help from Jerez." Michelle explained her plan. She finished with. "And if I'm going to be fired for doing this I may as well get some tracking devices for you." 

"It sounds so simple." Jenny said.

"The best plans usually are." Michelle agreed. "The most difficult part will be in my Embassy. But that's where a little inside knowledge comes in handy. I'll need your help." She looked at Jenny.

"I'll do anything you want." She said.

"Hopefully you won't have to do anything. Franklin, our quartermaster has a thing for you."

"What?" Jenny exclaimed. "I've never met him."

"I know." Michelle explained. "It's a condition that has been recognised for a number of years now. That's why he is no longer on active duty. He fell in love with the Jenny in your file. It would make his year and help me get into his stores if you came along with me and met him. Sort of keep him occupied for a while."

"If you're sure." Jenny sounded doubtful. I wasn't too happy about it myself.

"It would help. Honestly."

"Well," I said, "I suppose we had all better go."

"It would be better if it were just me and Jenny. He might be jealous of you. Besides, I have something for you to do."

She told me what she wanted me too do.

"We'll go now." Michelle dropped the cigarette packet she had bee holding into her handbag and stood up. "Taking a celebrity like Jenny with me we will no doubt have to stay for lunch."

"See you later." Jenny kissed me on the cheek.

I walked to the door with them. I received a quick kiss from both of them this time.

I watched their asses as they walked to the lift at the end of the corridor.

Jenny turned and waved to me as they entered it. I waved back. Michelle blew me a kiss then Jenny did as well as the doors closed on them.

I went back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel my prick growing inside my trousers. I rubbed it through the material. I thought of their asses as they walked to the lift. Michelle's were certainly bigger. Rounder and fuller. My prick was fully hard now. I swung my legs up onto the bed and lay back with my head on the pillows. I rubbed myself again. Yes, Michelle's were definitely the bigger. Her ass hole was so tight, if, what I had been fucking the previous night, had been some sort of copy of her. It's been a long time since I buggered Jenny. I missed it. Was that why it made me take that Michelle that way? 

I unzipped my trousers and took my prick out. I conjured up a picture of Jenny on her hands and knees with me kneeling behind her slowly feeding my prick into her anus. We used to do it a lot. I pictured myself pulling almost out then pushing back inside. I could see the lubrication I was using glistening as I quickened my strokes.

I tightened my grip on my prick. That was better. 

It felt like I was inside her ass. I kept pumping. My breaths were shortening. I could hear Jenny gasping as I pumped in and out of her. I could feel my balls lifting and tightening. I thrust as far as I could into Jenny's ass hole as I came. I kept working my foreskin back and forth. My prick jerking with each load that shot from its hole. Finally it stopped and I relaxed with it still in my hand. Jenny slowly disappeared. 

I opened my eyes and looked around. I must have nodded off. I looked at my watch. They'd been gone nearly two hours. I'd better move. I wonder what they were doing now?

(Jenny). 

After visiting Michelle's room where she changed her grip for a larger shoulder bag we went down to reception. Michelle had the doorman hail us a cab and she gave the address of the American Consulate as we climbed in.

Michelle nodded to the man behind the desk in the hall of the building we pulled up outside five minutes later and pressed the button for the lift. Once we were inside she pressed three buttons on the panel in quick succession. 

The doors closed and the lift went down. I wasn't expecting that. It rattled to a halt and I followed Jenny out into a corridor. To one side was a desk barring further entry, behind which sat another man, watching a TV set. He had a large book in front of him that he turned to face Michelle. Picking up the pen from the desk she started writing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her write her name, my name, chief under whom visiting, and informant under purpose of visit. He opened a drawer and handed Michelle two passes with safety pins attached. He stared at Michelle's chest as she pulled the front of her dress away to pin the pass on the material.

"Watch your blood pressure, Charlie." She said to him as he turned his gaze onto me.

Michelle slipped her hand inside the front of my dress and pinned the pass too it. I could feel her finger nails against the skin of my breast. I could feel my nipple hardening. Her fingers lingered a little longer than was absolutely necessary then her hand was gone and we were walking past the desk and down the corridor.

We took the first door on the left and entered a large, open plan office with two glass-partitioned offices at one end. About ten people were working in the main office with a single occupant in each of the smaller offices.

Everybody stopped work and looked at me. 

"Hi," Michelle said to the room in general, "this is Jenny Fletcher. Some of you may have read about her."

Some of the people looking at me were smiling. Some remained blank. I wondered what was in my file.

"Follow me," Michelle said, "my Boss will want to met you."

She tapped on the glass-fronted door of one of the offices and stood aside to let me enter. The tall man behind the desk stood up. He was well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and looks that made my panties wet.

Michelle spoke first.

"Hi Ken, may I introduce Jennifer Fletcher. She's visiting Jerez with her fiancé Paul Wagstaffe."

Ken held out his hand. My legs suddenly felt weak and I mumbled a hallo as I took it. The moisture inside my panties increased as he spoke. His voice was deep, sensual.

"Pleased to met you, Miss Fletcher, please sit down."

He smiled. I was sure I squelched as I sat down. Michelle took the second spare chair and sat by my side. I crossed my legs. I could do with touching myself. 

I hardly heard a word Michelle said as she told Ken of the events of the previous day and night. He wrote the odd word on a note pad in front of him as she spoke. I wished those hands were touching me. They looked so strong yet supple. He was speaking to me.

"Sorry," I stammered, "I didn't quite catch that."

"I was saying," his voice, I could lie back and listen to it for days, "what are your plans?"

"When for?" What had Michelle been saying?

"Tonight." He coaxed.

He wouldn't have to try very hard to coax me out of my knickers.

"We will make the rendezvous. We will take the swards and other items as instructed. Jerez will arrange for the building to be surrounded. When we are released they will swoop."

We had cooked that story up on the way over in the Taxi. It was basically true. 

First we had to steal the swords and other items. Then we were sure we would be taken through the tunnels to another place where the ceremonies would take place. That was where the tracking devices would come in. Assuming their signals could be followed underground that is.

"Not a great plan." He commented.

I thought it wasn't bad. But if he said it wasn't very good I wasn't going to argue. His fingers picked up his pen. 

"I only wish we were in a position to help. Unfortunately it is a civil matter outside our remit and on the soil of a foreign country who haven't asked for our help. I am very sorry." He repeated. He sounded as if he really was.

"I thought I'd take Jenny to meet Franklin." Michelle said as Ken rose, indicating our interview was over. 

"Yes." He nodded. "That might not be a bad idea. Well, good-bye Miss Fletcher. It's always nice to put flesh to the pictures."

He could have my flesh.

I reluctantly followed Michelle from the office. One of the women asked if we were both staying for lunch to which Michelle said yes, then we were back out into the corridor. Michelle waved to the man behind the desk and scratched her bum as she turned her back to him. She saw I'd noticed.

"Give him something to dream about tonight." She said repeating the movement for his benefit. "What did you think of my boss?"

"He's very good looking."

"Happily married unfortunately. I think all the women have had a go at getting him into bed."

"Including you."

"Including me. He liked you."

"He is very good looking." I repeated. 

Michelle stopped at a door further down the corridor and pressed some buttons on a keypad. The door opened with a hiss and we stepped inside. The door closed automatically behind us.

A barred counter stretched the width of the building and behind it, sitting at a desk unpacking a cardboard box sat a man in his late forties with thinning hair and a paunch.

He looked up at Michelle then stared at me.

"Hi Franklin." Michelle said moving to the door at the end of the counter. "I've brought somebody to meet you."

He walked to the door never taking his eyes from my face.

"This is Jennifer. Jenny."

His eyes opened wider.

"Hallo Franklin." I said holding out my hand.

The only way he could shake it was to open the door. He looked nervously around. 

There were only the three of us. 

"I shouldn't."

He said, his hand on the handle of the door.

"Come on." Michelle encouraged. "We're not going to tell anybody. Are we Jenny?"

"Of course not." I agreed, smiling as sweetly as I could.

Franklin looked down at his shoes. 

"Come on," Michelle urged, "she hasn't got all day."

Franklin slowly opened the door and I followed Michelle through it before he had a chance to change his mind.

"I need a new tape for my cigarette packet," Michelle said, removing her packet from her handbag and by opening its base, take out a small device from which she extracted the smallest cassette I'd ever seen. 

She placed the cassette and the cigarette packet on the desk, "this one's full and I need it for my report."

"You've been recording what we said?" I was astonished, no shocked. I thought furiously, what had I said?

"Standard procedure." Michelle continued looking into an open cupboard and smiling at me.

I wanted to talk about her taping our conversations but her smile reminded me why we were there. I sat on the edge of Franklin's desk and told him to sit down. I had to keep him occupied while Michelle stole what we needed. What to do? What would work with Paul? Well I wasn't going to do that but perhaps a little harmless teasing would do. I scratched the inside of one of my thighs and pulled the top of my dress away from my boobs. Then I lifted both arms above my head and stretched. I could have done with a pair of boobs like Michelle's but mine did their best at stretching the material at the front of my dress. 

Franklin seemed fascinated by them. 

"What would you like to talk about?" I asked, holding my hands together as if in prayer and pushing them and my dress between my thighs. 

I crossed my legs, the rear of my dress hanging down and giving him a quick look at the back of my thigh and a flash of knickers. I saw him swallow.

"The farmhouse." He stumbled over the words. "After you went to get help what really did happen?"

If he had read the reports in the American press I was a wanton hussy who took all three members of the Rogers family simultaneously. 

"It probably wasn't as you will have read." I started. "I was stopped by Small on the way and he tried to rape me but he ran off before he could penetrate me, when the Panther came."

As I spoke it was all coming back to me. Standing in the lane wearing only my blouse with my hands tied behind my back whilst this huge black cat sniffed at my ass and fanny. I could feel it's warm breath against my skin. Feel the urge again to bend over and give it access to my holes. Then it had gone and I had hurried to the Rogers farmhouse a mile down the road.

Had it been that I was still in shock? I had let them finger me and I had agreed to suck them all off in return for the use of the phone. I could still remember the taste of the old mans cock in my mouth. The way he held my head as he filled my mouth with his sperm. I'd kept my side of the bargain but the two sons had wanted more and had bent me over the kitchen table. One had almost got his cock into my ass before the father had realised that I had phoned the police and they would be there shortly. They gave me an old coat and threw me out after I promised not to tell about our arrangement. I'd thrown the coat away, I couldn’t bear the feel of anything belonging to them, and stood shivering at the side of the road in the fine drizzle dressed only in my blouse.

"What that nice policeman who gave me his jacket to wear when they arrived must have thought I can't think."

I looked up. I must have been speaking my thoughts out loud. Both Franklin and Michelle were staring at my face.

I looked down at Franklin's lap. I could see he had a hard on. I smiled at him. 

He was embarrassed.

"Well, I think we should go now Jenny," Michelle said, "it will be lunch soon."

"You're staying for lunch?" Franklin stammered.

"Yes," I said, "Michelle's kindly invited me. Will you be there?"

"Yes, I will be." He replied opening a drawer and taking out a replacement cassette that he handed to Michelle. "Here is your new tape."

Michelle picked up her cigarette packet and inserted the cassette into it.

Then we were all standing up and moving. I kissed Franklin on the cheek and I was sure he blushed.

"The canteens on the first floor. We share with the normal Consulate staff." 

Michelle said as we handed our passes in at the desk.

We took the lift and shared a table with Ken and two other men. One, Mike, seemed very pleased to see Michelle and I wondered if he wasn't her lover. 

Anyway I wasn't going to dwell on that I wanted to dwell on Ken. I drank in every word he said. Savoured every mouthful of food he took. Wished it were me he was drinking each time he lifted his glass to his lips. He asked me questions about some of our adventures. I noticed three packets of cigarettes on the table as I answered. What really happened in Haiti? What really happened in Jamaica and the Caymans? I hoped I didn't incriminate anybody with my answers. Then he wanted to know all about our cruise on the Nile the previous summer. I told him a lot. It was difficult not to. Each question seemed to have only one answer. I managed to miss out the orgy and being fucked on an altar by Hamed in his role as High Priest. 

I did mention Paul a lot. Not at first but the more I spoke the more he entered the conversation. Yes I did mention Paul a lot. Ken's voice seemed to loose its hold on me. I found I could look him in the eye without soaking my knickers with lubricant each time. I wanted Paul.

Finally lunch was over and we returned by taxi to our Hotel.

"I'm going to bed for an hour." I said to Michelle as she made to follow me from the lift. She looked, then smiled.

"One hour? Enough?" She raised an eyebrow. "Then we must make plans."

I opened the door to our room. They had told me at reception that Paul had gone an hour or so before. It shouldn't be that long before he came back. I quickly undressed and showered and climbed naked into bed. 

Now what was I going to do with Paul when he returned?

* * * * *

Jenny's adventures at the Rogers farm are described in 'The Adventures of Paul and Jenny'.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14k



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14k: Back to Egypt Part 11

A Paul and Jenny story. Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.

All events and characters are fictitious. No resemblance to any institution, or person live or dead, is intended.

* * * * *

Paul.

I spent twenty minutes in the market and a further twenty minutes visiting Ian in the Hospital. I had 'borrowed' an English language newspaper and two magazines from the hotel lobby on my way through it. They wouldn't miss them. Ian quizzed me on what was happening and was for getting out of bed and coming with me when I explained our plans. I managed to persuade him that we needed to be able to move quickly and that he might slow us up. Being a sportsman he could understand that. I had to tell him everything again, the address, the timings, the plan about the tracking devices and the plans for the museum that evening. I told him I would be late for meeting Jenny and Michelle and left him. 

I don't think I left him soothed and reassured. Which is supposed to be the purpose of a hospital visit. I didn't like him very much anyway. 

Back in the hotel reception told me that 'my wife' had already collected the key to our room. I took the lift up the two floors and walked along the corridor. 

I was about to knock but decided to try the old-fashioned door handle first. The door opened. I'd have to give her a good telling off. Leaving the door unlocked when she was alone in the room. The curtains were drawn and the room was in darkness despite the brightness of the day. I was about to turn the lights on when I noticed the two mounds in the bed caused by Jenny's hips and shoulders as she lay on her side. 

I closed the door quietly behind me and placed my parcels from the market on the floor against the wall beside it.

What to do? She'd had a rough night and could probably do with some sleep. I know I felt better for the couple of hours I'd had that morning. I shouldn't wake her until it was necessary. 

Although the mounds she was forming under the bed covers were beginning to look inviting.

Perhaps I should? Just? No, let her sleep. I turned to the door.

"Well?"

Her voice came from the bed.

"Aren't you coming to bed?"

"I thought you were asleep."

"I've had half an hour. Did you get everything?"

"Yes," I said, walking around the bed and sitting on the edge by her stomach. "I think so."

"Good." She said turning onto her back and stretching her arms above her head. 

As she exhaled deeply the bed covers fell from her breasts. In the soft light I could see the dark circles that surrounded her nipples, nipples that appeared to be erect. Perhaps I should investigate?

I placed my left hand lightly on her right breast and squeezed gently. I could feel her nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. It was hardening. I massaged her breast slowly extracting a low, soft moan from her. I reached out with my other hand to her other breast. They felt so firm yet soft, warm, almost hot to the touch. Turning I knelt on one knee by the side of the bed and, lowering my mouth, sucked gently on first one, then her other nipple. I swirled my tongue around each in turn. Jenny sighed and arched her back. She ran her fingers through my hair then pushed gently but firmly on my head. Sometimes I would tease her about her wanting me to pleasure her orally but this wasn't the time for that. I kissed her ribs and then her navel. She bent her knee and kicked away the bedclothes. I looked down at the dark mass of her pubic hairs then nuzzled through them to the tops of her legs. Legs she opened. 

I moved onto the bed between her legs and lifted her thighs until her feet were resting on my shoulders. I could smell her. Smell the slightly fishy aroma of an aroused woman. I kissed the back of each thigh then each ass cheek before licking gently at the area between her two holes. She gasped out loud as I flicked my tongue across her anus then cried softly as I touched her fanny. I ran my tongue along her slit feeling her lips opening as I did. I sucked each lip in turn into my mouth then released them, pushing my tongue between them as they started to close. She was so wet. She tasted slightly salty. I breathed deeply through my nose as I worked my tongue inside her. I could hear her gasping, as if she was having trouble catching her breath. With my lips against hers I swirled my tongue around inside. Licking the sides of her hole then back to her lips then back inside again drawing further gasps and moans from her as I did. I moved my right hand under my chin and rubbed her anus with a fingertip before pushing my finger inside her fanny as I pulled my tongue from her hole and searched for her clit. The pushing with her feet against my shoulders and sudden arching of her back told me that I had found it. As I worked first one then a second finger into her hole I sucked the little pea from its cover and flicked it from side to side. She was making noises like a child. Suddenly her body tensed and her thighs clamped tight around my head. 

I flicked and flicked and flicked at her clit as a first then a second orgasm swept through her body. I helped her to straighten her legs then lay down next to her. She turned to face me, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping my arm around her back. 

"That was nice." She said, kissing my cheek. "Thank you very much."

"Pleasure." I replied, and it was. 

I always enjoy making Jenny come. 

Her fingers were on the buttons of my shirt. Slowly undoing them one by one then running her fingers through the rather sparse covering of hairs on my chest. Her fingertips counted my ribs and explored my navel then moved down to my belt buckle and the zip and fastener of my trousers. It was my turn to push on the back of her head with my hand. Her mouth followed the route taken by her fingers. Stopping to kiss each rib and explore my navel with the tip of her tongue. Lifting my hips from the bed I helped her to push down and off my trousers and underpants, kicking them from the bed with my shoes. By the time her mouth reached my prick I only had my socks on. 

Taking my prick in one hand she stroked my foreskin back and forth until she was satisfied I wasn't going to grow any more then licking the tip, took it between her lips. She pressed her tongue against it as she moved her head up and down. It was my turn to grunt then groan then sigh.

Suddenly she lifted her head as if listening for something and let my prick fall from her mouth. I gasped my disappointment.

"Sorry," she said, "I thought I heard something. What time is it?"

I told her after glancing at the luminous dial on my wristwatch. 

"We haven't got long before Michelle comes back." She said straddling me and, holding her fanny lips open with her fingers, sinking down onto my prick. 

She let out a sigh as she impaled herself upon me. Then she started to lift and lower herself. Her fanny muscles gripping my prick. 

"You all right like this?" She gasped.

"Fine." I gasped back holding onto her breasts. 

"Um."

"What's wrong?" She panted.

"I would like..." I stopped as a wave of pleasure swept through me. 

"Yes, what would you like?" Her hands were on my chest as she lifted and fell squashing my balls beneath her ass cheeks.

"Can I do it the other way?" 

"In a minute." She gasped again then tensed as she came, falling forward onto my chest and kissing my neck. 

I squeezed her ass cheeks and lifted my hips, keeping moving in and out of her fanny. I could feel my balls tighten and lift. My pricked swelled inside her and I was there. I shot and shot and shot into her hole as she slowly moved, milking me.

She knelt over me, my shrinking prick still in her hole.

"What way did you want to do it?" She asked.

"Too late now." I replied.

"Maybe next time."

She climbed off my prick and went into the bathroom. I heard her on the toilet. Then I heard the toilet flush and the running of the shower. I got off the bed and pulled the curtains. The room was flooded with bright sunlight. I blinked. The shower was switched off and Jenny came back into the room wrapped in a large towel. She looked great.

As I walked to her there was a knock on the door. I shrugged my shoulders and walked to the door. Opening it a fraction I looked into the corridor. Michelle was standing there, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt. She was carrying what looked like a white sheet. I opened the door wide and she quickly slipped inside. Her and Jenny were exchanging smiles as I turned from closing the door as if they were sharing a secret. 

"Better now?" Michelle asked Jenny. Why? Had she been ill?

"I'm feeling great now." Jenny replied.

"Lucky you."

"What?" I started to ask.

"Nothing for you to worry about." Michelle said quickly.

"Just girl talk." Jenny joined with.

I'd learnt before that I never really understood what girls talk about when they're together. I just knew it was usually filthy

"The Museum closes in thirty minutes and we must be there before then." Michelle said fishing inside her large shoulder bag and removing two; little finger length objects with about two inches of thin wire at one end and a small, toothpaste like tube. "Who's first?"

"What are you going to do?" Jenny asked, a little nervously. 

"Just conceal these about your person. Don't worry. After a few minutes you'll hardly feel them."

"Feel them where?" I asked. Worriedly.

"They fit inside you."

"Where?"

"The same place in both of you."

We only had one opening in common, apart from our mouths.

"Bend over, we haven't much time."

I looked at Jenny. She looked at me. It wasn't going to be our mouths. 

"It's for Linda." She said and, standing up faced the bed and dropping her towel bent over.

Michelle squeezed some of the contents of the tube onto the device. 

"Will you hold her open for me?" She asked, indicating Jenny's upturned bottom with a nod of her head.

"Alright." I said. 

She was right. We would have to hurry if we were going to get to the museum before it closed. I stepped forward and gently spread Jenny's ass cheeks. I could feel my prick growing as I looked down upon her tight, brow hole. Michelle squirted some of the contents of the tube onto Jenny's anus and, placing the tube on the bed by her side, worked it into her hole. 

I heard Jenny gasp as Michelle's finger entered her. My prick grew fully hard. Did Jenny sound a little disappointed when Michelle removed her finger. My prick was straining the material of my trousers. I wanted to fuck her ass. Michelle placed the end of the device without the piece of wire against Jenny's anus and pushed it inside her. Jenny's body jerked, then relaxed. Her anus closed around the device leaving only the thin piece of wire showing which disappeared from view as I released her ass cheeks. She slowly stood upright and felt her ass.

" That feels. I don't know how to describe it." She said.

"Paul's turn." Michelle said, lubricating the second device. I turned and, dropping my trousers and underpants, fell forward onto the bed hoping to have kept my hard on from view.

"Paul." Jenny said, a hint of exasperation in her voice I can't have been quick enough.

"Lift you backside up." Michelle said moving behind me. "I've seen it before." 

I'd forgotten that. So much seemed to have happened since the morning. I lifted my ass into the air. I felt Jenny's hands on my ass cheeks as she pulled them apart and clenched my anus tight in an attempt to prevent the wind I could feel suddenly build up inside me escape. I might have succeeded if Michelle hadn't pushed her lubricated finger inside me. I'll admit I felt better afterwards. Michelle removed her finger. 

It had been over two years since I'd had anything up my ass hole. It occurred to me that that was something else I was missing. Then Michelle pushed the homer inside me and I thought that perhaps I could live without anything else up there.

I pulled up my underpants and trousers whilst Michelle went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"You embarrassed me." Jenny hissed. "It was bad enough you got a hard on, but to fart like that over Michelle. No more peas for you." 

"Peas are good for you." I protested. At least my prick had gone down.

"Not you."

I heard the toilet flush and Michelle rejoined us. 

"Time to go."

I collected my parcels from the door and handed one to Michelle who, opening it, wrapped the sheet I'd brought around her, secured it with a pin at one shoulder and a gathered it in with a belt at the waist. Jenny was getting dressed in her own jeans and T-shirt and a similar sheet. They both tied scarves around their heads. 

I followed them down the corridor to the lift carrying my remaining parcels. I couldn't see they're asses moving under these sheets as I could when they were in Western clothing. Actually, I wasn't sure that this wasn't sexier. Knowing what was there, but not being able to see it. There was something to be said for this covering up of every inch of a woman's body. Especially if you knew that what was hidden from the view of others would be made available to you, alone, when you wanted it.

We stepped out of the lift and into the Lobby at the Hotels reception. We handed in our keys. Told the receptionist that we would be dining out that evening and walked to the front of the building. The doorman hailed a Taxi for us and, after I had tipped him a small value note, we climbed in and told the driver to take us to the Museum.

The taxi pulled up at the base of the short flight of steps that led up to the museum entrance. The soft pink stone of the building was beginning to shine red in the late afternoon Sun. We went to the reception desk and purchased three tickets. The girl was just starting to close up for the night and old us that the museum would have to be cleared of visitors in thirty minutes. 

We thanked her and hurried past the displays from the Tomb of Tutenkhamun and into the section dedicated to the items recovered from the old temple the previous summer.

Leaving Michelle with my parcels I walked with Jenny past the security guard at one end of the room, smiling at him as we did. Well, Jenny did. 

She stopped and started to speak to him as I continued into the next gallery. On a wall just inside it was a panel with a push button keypad. Looking around to check I wasn't being observed I punched in the number given to Michelle by Jerez that would de-activate the alarm system then the numbers that would allow for the testing of the fire alarm and sprinkler system. I entered the code for corridors and stairwells. A digital clock appeared and I re-set the time of the next test to three minutes ahead. Test sprinklers? Why not? Time period for test. I set three minutes. OK? I pressed yes and walked back to where Jenny was standing, still talking to the guard. I looked towards the far end of the hall where Michelle stood looking into the cabinet that contained the necklace, swords and bracelets. She looked up and smiled at me then returned to examining the contents of the case. Jenny asked the guard some questions about a tapestry hanging on a nearby wall. 

I looked at my watch. Surely the three minutes must be up. Another one to go. I started to pace up and down. I looked over to Michelle she was looking back pressing the air downward with the palm of a hand as if telling me to calm down. I stopped walking and fidgeted with the coins and keys in one of my pockets. Why hadn't I left the keys to my Morgan with Howie? I wondered what they were doing? I looked at my watch again. Ten seconds. I looked at Jenny then back to my watch. Five seconds. I looked up. The guard was watching me. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I placed my hands in my pockets. Jenny started to ask him another question when suddenly bells started ringing all around us. There was a loud hissing sound from the next room as the sprinklers started. The guard took a fire extinguisher from the wall and ran to the doorway and looked outside. He returned quickly.

"Everybody must leave by the far exit." He said, trying to usher us in that direction.

This was happening too quickly.

"But what if the fire is that end?" I asked, trying to sound panicky, which I was beginning to feel.

"A Fire." Jenny suddenly screamed.

Other visitors were starting to gather around. Good, they could hide Michelle.

Other voices were starting to be raised.

"Follow me everybody." The guard said heading towards the far end of the hall. 

Jenny and I hurried to walk by his side on the far side to the cabinet where Michelle had been standing.

"I feel so hot." Jenny said as we passed it.

The guard looked across at her. 

"You'll be alright." I used my most comforting voice.

He offered his arm.

"Let me help you." He said.

Jenny took his arm and leaned, no, stumbled against him trying to look pathetic and girlie.

I dropped back and hurried to where Michelle was standing. 

"Quickly," she said stepping back out of site and handing me the brown paper my parcels had been wrapped in. 

I helped her to wrap the two swords and bracelets, then, checking that the guard wasn't watching we stepped back into the open and hurried to join the others. I glanced into the display cabinet. 

The copies of the swords and bracelets I'd bought in the market from a man at an address Jerez had given Michelle looked more authentic than the originals that I now carried in my hands.

Suddenly all was silent. 

Jenny was still clinging to the guard like a limpet until I reached her then she released him and seemed to recover her composure immediately. 

The guard requested we remain where we were and walked out to the top of the stairs. The guard from the gallery opposite joined him. We could hear voices from the floors below. Our guard called down. Somebody replied. The two guards listened then ours turned to us.

"I am sorry, Ladies and Gentlemen," His English was really very good, "it was only a false alarm but the museum will be closing a few minutes early tonight. Please make your way down the stairs carefully as the floors are wet."

We did.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14l



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14l: Back to Egypt Part 12

A Paul and Jenny story

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

* * * * *

Paul.

At a loss what to do for five hours after leaving the Museum we went back to the hotel and had dinner.

After eating we went back to mine and Jenny’s room afterwards and went over our plan, such as it were, again and again.

Jenny and Michelle were still wearing their sheets. When I asked why Michelle explained.

“Two young, white girls walking the back alleys of Cairo around midnight are sure to attract more attention than we want. Dressed like this we will at least look like locals and wearing them for a few hours they won’t stand out as being brand new.”

“I don’t see why you needed to insert those devices into us so early if we were coming back here anyway?” 

They say you can used to anything in time but two and a half inches of cold metal up your ass with an inch of arial wire sticking out of your anus takes a while.

“It was so you could get used to having them inside you.” Michelle was being very patient with me.

“I might have to take mine out for a bit.”

“Why?”

“I need to go somewhere.”

“It’ll come out when you go. Just try to catch it. It can get a little messy otherwise. Take the Vaseline with you. Unless you need some help to put it back?”

Did she sound hopeful?

I didn’t mind watching her putting it inside Jenny. In fact, I wouldn’t mind having a go at that myself. I was a bit embarrassed when it had been my turn t bend over the bed and have them both staring at my anus.

“I’ll see if I can do it on my own.” 

I managed it.

Time was dragging.

“How about going down to the bar or nightclub?” I suggested.

“No.” Michelle said, shaking her head. “We will all need clear heads later.”

“Then we may as well go to bed.”

“Alright.” Michelle agreed. “But, if you don’t mind I’ll stay here with you. I have this feeling something is watching us.”

Now she mentioned it so did I.

I went the windows and pulled the curtains closed. It was fully dark outside excepting streetlights and an occasional car. The market stalls were closed. It was as if the whole of Cairo was holding its breath waiting for something to happen.

I rang downstairs to reception and booked a call for midnight and a Taxi for ten minutes later and lay on the bed whilst the girls used the bathroom in turn. Jenny switched on a bedside light whilst Michelle switched off the main lights. Then they lay on the bed, one on either side. 

Jenny switched off the light and pulled my arm around her back before laying her head on my shoulder. I managed to worm my other hand inside her sheet and felt one of her breasts. She made a purring noise and snuggled closer. I felt fingers on the zip of my trousers. Slowly they pulled it down. My hardening prick sprung up to meet them. They pulled it out into the open. The fingers closed around it. I felt Jenny’s ass cheeks and rubbed her nipple. She groaned softly. The hand moved faster. I could hear my own breathing change. If I could then so could the others. I moaned. My balls were tightening, lifting in their sack.

Michelle turned in the bed to face me. Her hand falling onto my stomach. I gasped. Then I came. Pump, pump, pump. My prick shot out load after load. I’d need to change my shirt before we left. Michelle lifted her hand. I heard her sniffing at it then what sounded like a sucking noise.

Jenny released my prick, pulled my hand out from between her ass cheeks and placed it on the small of her back.

“G’night.” She whispered.

“Goodnight.” I replied, finding her forehead with my lips.

“Goodnight.” Michelle said, sleepily.

Linda.

Helga stooped in the doorway for a few seconds then was almost pushed into the room by those behind her.

Ahmed and the figure in the robes were first followed closely by Karl and Uwe. 

Herr Kesler brought up the rear.

Hans stuffed his prick into his trousers, turning bright red in the face.

“I said nobody was to have her until after she has been used in the ceremony.” No bugger was using me. Not without a fight. I stood up with my back to the wall.

“You have another think coming if you think I will do anything for you.” I tried to sound defiant.

“Do you wish us to hold her down on the table?” Uwe asked.

“No.” The figure said. “When the time comes she will do everything I want.”

“In your dreams.” I retorted.

“You really do not understand. Do you.” He hesitated for a second as if thinking, then continued. “I think a little demonstration is needed.”

He turned to Helga.

“You, woman.” He held out a hand more bone than flesh and pointed to her. 

“Remove your clothes.

“No.” Helga said, backing away. “I won’t.”

“Remove them.”

“No. No.”

Despite her shouted refusal her hands went to the back of her dress and I heard the sound of her zip as she pulled it down.

“No.” She cried out as her dress fell to the floor.

I couldn’t move or say anything.

“Stop it, please.” Herr Kessler struggled with the words as first Helga’s bra and then her knickers joined her dress on the floor.

Her hands moved, as if she were trying to cover her nakedness, then they fell away to her sides revealing her heavy breasts and bushy mound of dark pubic hair.

“You.” The figure said to Uwe. “Take her. She wants you.”

And it looked as if she did. She lay on her back n the Altar table and held out her arms to Uwe.

He didn’t need a second invitation and mounted the table between her legs pulling his hardening prick from his trousers as he pushed them to his knees. Helga bent her knees and reached down for Uwe’s prick and guided it to the entrance to her pussy. He cried out as he entered her in one thrust. I could see her lips spread to take him. I shouldn’t have looked but I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes away as Uwe powered in and out of her. I watched as his body stiffened and his balls lifted and fell as he pumped his come deep into her.

“Stop it, please.” Herr Kessler pleaded as Uwe climbed down from the table to be replaced by Karl.

I could see come dripping from her hole as Karl entered her. More so as he finished and pulled out.

“You. Old man.” The figure said to Herr Kessler. 

“You are next.”

“No.” Herr Kessler held up his hands as if he were warding off a blow.

“You.” The figure repeated.

“Not my Sister.”

Hans suddenly said from my side and began moving towards the figure. Something seemed to pick him up and throw him backwards. Helga screamed. Hans grunted as he hit the wall. The figure staggered against Ahmed for support. Karl and Uwe looked at each other then at Helga.

“Take your people and go.” Hamed said, his voice trembling. “We have no further use for you.” Hans moaned and Karl and Uwe helped him to his feet. Helga rolled from the table, crying, and pulled on her dress. “We will have our money first.” Herr Kessler stated waving to Karl and Uwe to come forward. “No closer.” Hamed warned. An automatic pistol seemed to appear in his hand.

“Pay them.” The figure gasped. “I need to rest.”

“Wait here.” Ahmed said, backing towards the doorway, supporting the figure with one arm whilst holding the pistol pointing at Herr Kessler’s stomach.

“Are you alright? Helga.” Herr Kessler asked, approaching her and placing an arm around her shaking shoulders.

“I will be.” She sniffed.

“We are sorry.” Karl said, head down, eyes on the ground. “I. We. We just couldn’t stop.”

“I know.” Helga suddenly straightened. “I wanted you. I wanted you all.”

“You would have had us all.” Herr Kessler said trying the handle of the door. It was locked. “Even I could feel stirrings I hadn’t had for years. We must get far away from here quickly.”

“What abut me?” I asked. “You can’t leave me here with them.”

“I am sorry for you child. I really am. But there is nothing I can do. You must see that.” 

“Send help. I have friends looking for me. Tell them where I am. Please. Please.”

I suddenly felt weak. Very weak. I wanted Ian. Wanted him to hold me. I could feel tears in my eyes, running down my cheeks.

“Please help me.” I pleaded.

Before he could reply the door opened and Hamed entered carrying a canvas bag. 

He threw it to Herr Kessler who caught it and looked inside.

“It is all there.” Ahmed said stepping to one side and waving his pistol towards the doorway. “Now go.”

Only Hans looked towards me as they trooped out. I thought for a moment he was going to protest but Helga took his hand, whispered in his ear and he walked meekly by her side.

Could I take any comfort from that? I tried to as Hamed closed the door behind him as he followed them out.

Paul.

There was a ringing sound in my ears. It seemed to get louder and louder. It was as if it was coming closer.

“Yes. Thank you very much.”

The lights had come on and Jenny was talking into the telephone.

I needed a piss, badly. Michelle had beaten me too the toilet so I hopped around from one leg to the other feeling Jenny as she walked past me. The toilet flushed and I could hear the sound of water running in the sink. I really did need a piss.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jenny asked.

“I need a piss.”

“She’ll be out in a minute. Kiss me. It’ll take your mind off it.”

I felt my bladder would explode if I moved so I pulled her to me. I had just got my tongue in her mouth when the bathroom door opened and Michelle returned. Jenny pushed back and pushed me towards the open doorway.

“Your need is greater than mine.” She said.

She was right. I stood in front of the toilet bowl, with the seat raised and breathed a huge sigh of relief as my bladder emptied. Shaking the drips off after I’d finished, I put it away and washed my hands. Jenny took my place and I heard the high pitched hiss of her piss. Funny I hadn’t heard Michelle’s. I must have been concentrating so hard on my bladder control and Jenny’s mouth to have noticed.

When Jenny had finished we went downstairs. The duty Manager was a little dubious about our wanting to go out at that time of night. We assured him that we knew what we were doing. I think I almost believed it.

The Taxi took us through streets of Cairo that seem to become narrower with each turn he took. Eventually he stopped at the entrance to an alleyway and pointed down it. We got out of the car and I paid him. I forgot to wait for my change as the girls had already started to walk down the alley. I picked up Michelle’s shoulder bag, which contained the items we had borrowed from the Museum earlier and hurried after them. I felt safer walking between them. Michelle suddenly stopped. 

“I don’t think I should go any further.” She said. “Once we know where they are taking you I will ring Jerez and he will send help. God luck.”

Pulling her sheet about her face she stepped inside a darkened doorway and removed a small black box from her handbag. It hummed as she switched it on and a red light flashed.

“It works.” She reassured us. “That’s the house. At the end of the street.”

“Come on.” Jenny said, taking my hand. “It’s nearly time.”

She seemed almost eager to go. I hesitated then allowed myself to be pulled after her. We would have to have some stern words with Linda for getting herself into trouble like this.

We reached the house and I reached out to knock on the door. It opened before I touched it. We looked inside. There was nobody there. I looked at Jenny’s face. It was expressionless.

I followed her into the house and down a flight of narrow steps to a short corridor. At the far end an ancient door stood open. A single electric light bulb glowed feebly in its fitting. I suddenly felt very cold. 

Our shoes clicked on the old stone flags as we approached the doorway. I wanted to run. To get away. To be anywhere but here. 

Beyond the doorway was a flight of well-worn steps leading down. The door closed behind us and the darkness was total. 

Michelle.

I watch Paul and Jenny disappear inside the house and looked down at my tracker. The red light flashed just above the centre of the dial and indicated the direction they had went. I turned the knob to change frequency. That was good. Jenny’s was working as well.

I took my small Pye pocket phone from my hand-bag and switched it onto the channel Jerez had given to me earlier. Nothing but crackle. It had worked fine in the hotel when I briefly tested it in the toilet. It must be the buildings I was surrounded by causing interference.

Everything was very quiet. I glanced at my wrist watch. One-fifteen. The red light had shifted away. Further than the width of the house. The must be in the tunnels. I’d have to follow. I wished I could have contacted Jerez. 

I heard a sound behind me. The door opened and a hand was clasped over my mouth. There was a hand on my tits. Another hand on my stomach and another on my leg, lifting it from the ground. I tried to kick out but could get no leverage. Somebody punched me in the stomach and I gasped for breath. Hands were tearing at my clothing. Two, no three, faces were looking down on me as they held me to the ground.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14m



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14m: Back to Egypt Part 13

A Paul and Jenny story.

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

Paul. 

I held Jenny's hand as we stood there in the darkness. At first the silence was so complete it almost felt heavy. Then I heard a sound. A scratching sound. Then the tip, tip, tap sound of something running across stone flags. In the distance something hissed. Loudly. 

I could just make out the steps leading down. Something moved in the shadows at the bottom. My eyes started to hurt from the strain of the pupils stretching to gather every available pinprick of light. There was a splash off to my left. My anus twitched. I was suddenly very conscious of the transmitter up my ass hole. Jenny moved. Taking the steps slowly she began to descend. 

I followed, still holding her hand. It should be me leading, really. For the first time I noticed the smell. Reminiscent of open toilets in campsites I had visited when in the Boy Scouts. It increased as we descended. There was another splash, this time ahead. Somebody had used a toilet. And we were walking along the side of an open sewer. I wouldn't want to go in there. Jenny stopped for a second. 

"Paul." She hissed, as if it were a struggle to say my name. 

"What's wrong." I said, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her ass cheeks hard back against my crotch. She sighed and leaned her head back against my shoulder. 

"No matter what happens I do love you." This was hardly the time or place for that. She seemed to be waiting for my reply. 

"And I do too." I said, nuzzling her hair and breathing in her scent.

"Do what?" She asked dreamily. 

"Love you." She gave a contented sigh. 

I hoped Michelle had contacted Jerez and wasn't too far behind. 

We walked on in silence, stepping over the occasional side channel, for what seemed like an age then I saw a small pin prick of yellow light in the distance. It grew as we approached. It was the light from a doorway at the top of a flight of steps cut steeply into the side of the tunnel. We stood at the bottom and looked up. The door stood open and a light shone but it didn't feel inviting. I released Jenny's had to enable her to climb, almost scramble, up the steps. I followed close behind. At the top of the stairs we stood in a short corridor with a door part way along on either side and a flight of steps leading upwards at the far end. I could hear a baby crying. Not in pain just an, I need some attention, cry. The door closed behind us as we moved slowly down the corridor. One door stood ajar and jenny step into the room behind it. The first thing that struck me was that the smell was worse in there then in the sewer below. That had been the smell of bodily functions. This was the smell of corruption. 


The first thing I saw in the room was Linda standing naked, with the exception of one of the necklaces we had first seen in Cyprus eighteen months before, at the far end. She had a chain attached to a manacle around one ankle and secured through a ring in the wall. She looked frightened. I could see the lips of her fanny. I think I preferred her with pubic hairs. Slouched on a chair was a figure in black robes. By his side stood Ahmed. He was pointing an automatic pistol at me. It looked like a heavy 9mm Browning. 

"Master." Ahmed said to the figure by his side. "They are here." 

"Make ready." The figure roused itself to reply.

"Perform the ceremonies. Quickly." 

His voice seemed to grow weaker with each word. What had Helga said? He had only days left. Perhaps his days were up. Perhaps if we could stall them?

"My High Priestess."

A hand, of bone and strips of flesh, protruded from the sleeve of his robe and pointed to Jenny. Come to me." 

Jenny stepped forward. I tried to move to pull her back but found I couldn't. I watched helplessly as he removed his hood to reveal a head that was little more than a skull. I could hear the buzzing of flies. Jenny stopped and removed her clothes to stand naked before him then she leant forward and placed her lips against where his would have been and gave him a deep, lovers kiss. I could see huge flies swirling and buzzing above their heads. One of his hands clasped jenny's ass cheek; a finger ran along her crevice and prodded at her anus. Suddenly he appeared to push jenny away without moving his hands.

"What is it." He demanded. I was sure his voice was getting weaker. "Give it too me." 

Jenny turned and leaned over the cloth-covered table pulling her ass cheeks apart. Hammed stepped forward and pulled the transmitter from her anus. I saw here stiffen slightly as it left her.

"You." Ahmed said waving the revolver at me. "Take your clothes off and come here." 

Try as I might I just couldn't resist. I placed Michelle's shoulder bag on the table and started to remove my clothes. When I had finished I found myself bending over the table and offering my ass hole to them. I felt Ahmed pulling open my anus and yelped in pain as he pulled the transmitter from me. That hurt, that really hurt. Hammed dropped both transmitters to the ground and crushed them underfoot.

"Quickly." The figure gasped. Ahmed removed the two ancient swords we had taken from the museum from Michelle's bag and lay them on the table. Next came the necklace and amulets and bracelets. Without prompting Jenny put them on. 

"Bring the girl." The figure spoke looking towards Linda. "Release me from this shell."

Placing his pistol in the waistband of his trousers Ahmed picked up a sword from the table and a key from a pocket and started to walk towards Linda. I could hear the baby crying again. Something inside me seemed to grow. 

"Stop." I shouted.

"Stop." Ahmed spun to face me his sword pointing at me. 

The figure rose to his feet. Linda was pulling at her chain. It came away from the wall and gathering it up she hit Ahmed on the back of the head with it. He staggered against the wall. The figure was coming towards me. Suddenly I felt tired but I could still hear the baby crying. I picked up the second sword and thrust it at the figure without thinking. I heard a crunching sound as it passed right through his body. Ahmed screamed in rage. He was reaching for his pistol as I pulled my sword free of the figure and pushed him into him. They both fell to the ground as Linda leapt past them and pulled Jenny by the hand into the corridor. I followed, pulling the door shut behind me and slamming home the bolts on the outside. I heard Ahmed swear in English and quickly moved away from the door as he fired into it. The baby was crying in the room opposite so I opened the door and picked her up. For once a baby was quiet in my arms. Back in the corridor Linda had pulled Jenny to the foot of the steps leading upwards by wrapping her chain around her waist.

"Quickly Paul." She called as a shot from Ahmed knocked one bolt from the door. I thought I could hear other shots coming from the sewers below.

Michelle.

I managed to free one hand and chopped into the neck of one of the three men holding me down. He grunted and his body seemed to stiffen. Another punch landed in my stomach driving the breath from my body. I had to fight. I could feel their hands on my clothes. Even inside the building the night air was cold against my naked flesh as they pulled and tore them from me. The man I had hit lifted himself and I saw his hand descend towards my face. I heard the slap before I felt the pain as he hit my head from side to side. My legs were being pulled apart. Hands were feeling my tits. I could feel a cock against my cunt. Opening me. Penetrating me. He was fucking me. 

"No." I screamed.

There was a crash as the door to the street was burst open. There were bodies every where. I screamed as the cock was pulled from me. Somebody was helping me to sit up placing first a jacket then an arm around my shoulders. I burst into tears as Franklin pulled me to him.

"Are you alright?"

"He was fucking me." I blurted out. 

It was shock. I had to pull myself together. Stop acting like a woman. But they were fucking me.

"Page one." I heard Ken saying and looked up at him. "You do not go out after dark without back up."

"How did you find me?" I sniffed.

"Jerez contacted me when he found he couldn't raise you by radio. He couldn't use his own men. Somebody high up in the Government is a member of this sect and pulled his men away." 

"It's a good job I had Franklin plant our own bug on you earlier." 

"When? How?"

Professional curiosity was taking over as I supposed Ken intended. Think about the job. Not yourself. 

Franklin picked up my handbag and took out a lipstick. I always carried two at least and hadn't noticed that this, whilst similar to the ones I used, wasn't one of mine. I still had a lot to learn. Talking about the job.

"We must go and help Paul and Jenny." 

"We can't." Ken shook his head. "It's one thing to help a national in distress. The government can forgive that. But to launch a full scale search through the sewers and drains of Cairo is another thing."

"Please." I pleaded. "We have to help them." 

"I can't." Ken looked to the far side of the room where two of his men held the three men who had attacked me under armed guard. 

"No. I can't."

"In fact I will have to go now. What shall we do with these?"

"Are they part of what's going on?" I asked. 

"No." Ken replied, looking them up and down. "I think they were just three men who thought they had struck lucky finding a white girl in their doorway." He spoke in Arabic. The men seemed to cower and all started to plead at once. 

"Too much paper work to press charges. Jerez can send somebody around tomorrow and explain the error of their ways to them." 

The top button had gone from my jeans as had most of the buttons on my blouse. My bra was broken and I could not find my knickers. I was conscious that everybody in the room was watching as I dressed but after what had happened I didn't care. Doing up the one button I seemed to have left on my blouse I tied the bottom of it in a knot below my tits. That would have to do. Fuck the local customs. If I hadn't been for that bloody sheet, as Paul called it, hampering my movements I was sure I would have been able to protect myself better. I looked at the three men as I stepped out into the street. They all looked away. 

"Are you going to be alright?" There was concern in Ken's voice. 

"I'll be fine." I assured him. 

My stomach was sore and my jaw ached where they had hit me. That would go in time. To be penetrated like that. Taken as if you were just a receptacle for them to use. I could have been anybody. Just a woman for them to use. I know I had done the course and attended the lectures but it still didn't prepare you for it when it happened. I wondered what they had done to Linda. I was more determined then ever to find them and help them. Ken and the other two were climbing into their car. Franklin remained by my side. He was adjusting some of the settings on my tracker.

"They are nearly out of range." He said.

"Aren't you going with Ken and the other's?" I asked. 

"They seemed to have left me behind."

"Come on then." I replied leading the way to the house and taking my.38 Smith and Wesson revolver from my handbag. I followed Franklin to the end of a corridor with doors on either side. A door stood closed at the end. I tried the handle. It was locked. Reaching into a pocket of his jacket Franklin produced a set of lock picking tools and had the door opened inside a minute. Franklin produced a torch from a different pocket and shone it down the stair. It stank down there. I could see lots of pinpricks of light pointing back at us. 

"Rats." Franklin said leading the way. I had heard there were Crocodiles down here as well. "They say there are Crocodiles down here." Franklin remarked over his shoulder.

Thanks.

We hurried on. I heard a splash. I could feel eyes following me. Another splash. Nearer this time. I released the safety on my revolver. 

"Damm." Franklin stopped and swore. "The transmitters have stopped sending." He twiddled with the dials. The water, or whatever it was in the channel next to us, gurgled like somebody with a bad case of indigestion.

"What? Both of them?" Something was watching us. 

"Both of them." Franklin confirmed.

"They are not just out of range?" I asked, moving closer to him. 

"No." Franklin placed the receiver in his jacket pocket and took his revolver from his shoulder holster.

"We were closing in on it. They just stopped. It might mean they were found." 

"It would have taken a thorough search to find them." I said, looking around nervously. 

"Where were they hidden."

"Site 'A'." 

"On both of them?" I could sense his raised eyebrows. 

"Yes." There was that gurgling sound again. This time it was closer.

"There's something out there." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Hmm." He said shining his torch onto the surface of the liquid. A circle of ripples was spreading from a point directly opposite.

"Shit." I said.

"Precisely." He agreed. Bang. Bang. We both turned and dropped into a crouch at the sound of shots being fired ahead. Two more shots. Muffled as if coming from above. We hurried towards the sound. Steep steps had been cut into the wall leading up. There was a slurping sound behind us as if something was dragging itself out of the ouse. We both turned and fired at the noise. There was a splashing sound then silence. Another gunshot sounded above our heads. 

Paul.

I followed Linda and Jenny up the stairs and into the house above. Linda had a much fuller ass than Jenny had. This probably wasn't the time to tell her that. I shivered as the cool night air hit my naked body as we ran out of the house and into another narrow street. I still felt tired. As if I were carrying a heavy load. I could do with a rest. My legs felt so heavy. Linda was having trouble with Jenny. She was pulling back against the chain. 

"Let me go." She shouted. "He needs me." 

"Please Jenny." Linda pleaded. "Come with us

"Come on, Jenny." I said, stopping by her side. "I need you as well."

She turned her head towards me. She seemed to be fighting with something deep inside her.

"Please Jenny." I said softly. "I need you." 

"Do not move." I turned and looked over my shoulder. 

Ahmed stood supporting the figure in robes ten feet from us. In one hand he held his sword in the other his pistol. It was pointing at us. 

"You, Wagstaffe. Take the woman Linda now." The figure spoke. 

Despite everything I could feel my prick growing. I heard a sound by my side. Linda had released Jenny from the chain and was lying on her back, as I watched she opened her legs and bent her knees. My prick was rock hard even before I looked down at her open fanny glistening with her lubricant. I bent my knees to place Cleo on the ground when she suddenly cried out and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I stood up. Still holding her. I looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead.

"Shush." I said, soothingly. "Shush. You'll be alright. Nobody is going to hurt you."

I turned to Ahmed and the figure. I could feel my prick shrinking. 

"No." I found myself saying. "I won't do it." 

"Kill the child." The figure said to Ahmed.

I automatically folded both of my arms around Cleo as Ahmed raised the pistol and pointed it at her. I saw his finger tighten on the trigger. Click. It had jammed. He pulled back the slide and ejected a round from the chamber. He raised the weapon again. Another click. He worked the slide again. This time no bullet was ejected. It was empty. He threw it to the ground and transferred his sword to his right hand. 

"Give Cleo to me." I looked down into Jenny's face. 

She was smiling at me. I handed Cleo to her and stood forward between them and Ahmed. 

The figure had fallen to his knees as Ahmed raised his sword and came at me. I parried his first two thrusts as I had seen done in films. He stepped back. 

"Quickly." The figure said weakly. 

Ahmed attacked again. This time the force of his blows sent the sword spinning from my hand. There was a movement by my side. Linda was standing next to me swinging her chain as a weapon. Jenny was by my other side. Cleo was smiling and gurgling. The figure gave a strangled cry and collapsed forward onto its face. Ahmed looked back over his shoulder.

"No. No." He cried and raised his sword again.

Crack. Part of his left shoulder seemed to fly off. I felt his blood splattering my skin. He turned slowly away from us. I could see Michelle kneeling on one knee in the doorway of the house we had came from. She held a smoking revolver in front of her. Ahmed walked towards her.

"Stand still." She shouted at him. 

He kept walking towards her sword in hand. She fired again. Ahmed staggered but kept walking. She fired again and again. I heard the click as the hammer fell onto an empty chamber.

"Help her Paul." Jenny urged by my side. 

I picked up my sword and ran up to Ahmed and plunged it into his back. He stiffened. I heard Jenny say something in a language I didn't understand. Ahmed fell to his knees. I looked at Michelle. Her blouse was broken and her tits were hanging out. A man appeared in the doorway behind her and helped her to her feet. I turned and pulled Jenny, Linda and Cleo to me. Lights were coming on around us. People were coming out of their houses and into the street as we stood there naked.

"Merry Christmas, Paul." Jenny said, kissing me. I'd forgotten it was Christmas. "You won't mind if I don't wrap your present?"

"Why? What is it?"

"Me."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14n



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

A Paul and Jenny story.

Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are reserved.

* * * * *

Jenny.

Slowly people approached us from out the shadows of their houses. Some kind souls brought some blankets for us to cover our naked bodies other's s mall cups of coffee.

I looked at Paul. He was very quiet. Linda, Michelle and Franklin couldn't stop talking. I walked over to him and placed my arm around his waist.

He stiffened then looked at me and smiled then turned his head to look down on Ahmed's body. The sword he'd thrust into his back was still sticking up in the air. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing myself against him. I badly needed him to make love to me. 

"I've never killed a man before. Well, not deliberately. Not in cold blood."

No, he hadn't. Not like this. Small had been killed in the middle of a desperate fight, Tommy had been more accident then design and the ten or so in Haiti had been through his miscalculating the amount of drug to pour into the jugs of Rum Punch. This had been different. Despite Michelle emptying her Revolver into Hamed he would not fall. It was only Paul running him through that had brought him to the ground.

I could feel him shaking so I held him close and ran my fingers through his hair. There were tears in his eyes when I next looked into his face. Somebody was squeezing my heart. I wanted to give him everything I could. There and then. He looked so sad.

I felt another arm snake around my back.

I turned my head. Linda kissed me then kissed Paul.

"Thank you."

"What for?" Paul asked.

"For coming to help me. I can never repay you."

She looked up into Paul's face.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I killed him." Paul muttered in reply.

"Thank fuck you did."

"But." Paul struggled for words.

"When I think of what they did and what they were going to do. They were evil. They deserved to die."

Yes. We mustn't forget what they must have put Linda through.

"How's Ian?" She asked.

"He's on the mend." I replied. "You'll be able to see him in a few hours."

Michelle walked across to join us. She looked badly shaken. I looked around for Cleo. There she was. One of the local women was cradling her in her arms. She seemed fast asleep. Paul released me and placing his arm around Michelle's pulled her into our group. What the locals must of thought? What with four near naked westerners standing in a huddle alternately laughing then crying. It must confirm their beliefs in the strangeness of Infidels.

For a moment there was stillness then everything seemed to happen at once. We were all given blankets and cups of coffee. The women folk tried to shepherd us away from the eyes of their men. All except Paul. He stood alone looking down at the remains of Hamed and Ahmed. Both bodies seemed to be slowly collapsing. The sword fell to the ground. I watched him bend and pick it up, turning it over and over in his hands.

Cars started to arrive. Michelle left us to join Franklin in the back of one. Then a Police car, then another. It was a little like a dream. I wanted to go with Paul when they took him away but I was prevented from doing so. Linda, 

Cleo, Linda and I were bundled into an unmarked car and driven back to our hotel. The foyer was decked out for the previous evening s Christmas party. The Hotel staff was cleaning up the mess. We were told by the driver of the car to go to our room and wait. We would be contacted shortly.

Once in our room Linda made up a nest for Cleo on Paul's bed and opened her suitcase onto mine. For a moment she looked down at the contents then her shoulders started shaking, her blanket slipped from her shoulders and slid slowly to the ground, then she burst into tears. I could feel my chest filling with emotion and my tears joined hers as I held her close. "I'm sorry." She muttered, running her fingers through my hair. "It 's just the reaction, I think."

"I know." I replied. "It's all over now. We just have to get Paul back. Why did they take him?"

"The Sergeant said something about arresting him for murder."

"He didn't murder anybody." I protested.

My blanket fell to the ground. It itched anyway.

"He was holding the sword and I heard somebody say they saw him use it." Linda said, turning my face to her own and kissing my tears.

"I want Paul." I said as she pulled me close. I did. But I also wanted Linda. It had been well over a year since we had made love. I 'd thought it had been a phase I'd gone through. Something I'd never feel the need to repeat. But seeing her, holding her naked body against my own. I needed her.

I could feel her nipples hardening against my breasts. I could feel my own responding. I could feel myself becoming moist, no, wet. Her hand slipped between our bodies and squeezed my lower belly, just above my pubic mound. I suddenly felt so hot. I opened my leg as her finger moved down between my hairs. I closed my eyes as her fingertip rubbed along my fanny lips. I rose onto tiptoe as she gently pushed it between and inside me. I gasped out loud as she worked it in and out. I sighed a little 'Moe' of disappointment when she pulled it from me. Changing it to "Yes. Yes." As she started to rub my clit.

Knock. Knock.

Fuck it. Somebody was at the door.

"Who is it?" Linda called out over her shoulder. 

She sounded as exasperated as I felt.

"It's Lee-Anne and Jerez." Came the reply. "Let us in, please."

Linda removed her finger from my clit and patted me on the bum.

"Just one second while we finish dressing." Linda spoke loudly.

She picked up a dress from her pile of clothing and dropped it over her shoulders and wriggled her hips and breasts into place. I took one of min e from the closet and did the same. Only I didn't have to wriggle as much. Opening a drawer I took out a pair of panties as Linda walked to the door.

"You won't be needing those today." She said just loud enough for me to hear.

I hurriedly stuffed them back inside the drawer and closed it on them as she flung the door open wide.

"Where's Cleo?" Lee-Anne cried out as she burst into the room. "Where is she? Oh Cleo."

She burst into tears as she lent over the bed to pick her up.

Cleo started crying herself as she was awoken from her sleep. 

Jerez slowly hobbled in after her, leaning heavily on a stick.

Lee-Anne turned to him and presented Cleo to him.

"Oh, Jerez." Lee-Anne was laughing now, between her tears. "She's all right."

Jerez looked, touched Cleo's head then Lee-Anne's. He smiled broadly.

"And are you all right?" He asked, turning to us.

"Oh yes." Lee-Anne gushed. "Please say you are. Have the Doctors examined you. Where's Paul?"

"He has been arrested for murder." I blurted out. 

I was full of emotion again. This time for Lee-Anne. And Jerez. And myself.

"I'm be all right." I said, blinking back the tears then I looked at Linda. I suddenly felt very wet.

"I'm feeling fine now." Linda said, her eyes on my face. "I just need some rest and a few good meals."

"I would like you to tell me what happened to you." Jerez started.

"Not now, Jerez." Lee-Anne said, handing Cleo to him and feeling Linda's forehead and taking her pulse.

"You're a little warm and your pulse is slightly fast." She looked from Linda to me. "Yes. I think you probably do need a lie down. Let's not bother them now."

"I will send a car to take you to the Hospital to see Ian this afternoon after you have had a chance to rest. I must see about getting Paul released. Come Lee-Anne. I am in your debt forever."

They closed the door behind them leaving Linda and myself standing at the foot of the bed. Jerez would look after Paul. I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I suddenly felt I could relax completely.

Linda stepped in close to me and ran her fingers down the side of my face. Then along the line of my jaw and down the side of my throat. At my collarbone she stopped and lifted on the straps of my dress. I helped her to pull it over the top of my head and stood naked in front of her. She looked at my body as if it were for the first time. She lifted and felt my breasts then traced lines down the outside of my ribcage with her fingertip s. My fanny seemed to cry out, "Hurry. Hurry." I could feel my lips parting as they swelled in anticipation. Feel my clit throbbing, aching to be touched.

She parted my pubic hairs with her thumbs and we both looked down. I could see the beginning of my slit. The mound that protected my clit. She placed one fingertip upon it.

Knock. Knock.

Oh fuck.

"Who is it?" Linda screamed.

"It's me. Michelle. Are you all right? Can I come in?"

Linda bent over to pick up my dress and planted her lips on my pubes. I ran my fingers through her hair as she stood up. She kissed me full on the lips, handed me my dress and walked to the door.

I dropped the dress over my shoulders as she watched, then she turned the handle.

Michelle came into the room. She was wearing a pale blue, knee length, thin cotton dress with a silk scarf knotted loosely around her neck.

"I'm sorry I had to leave you so quickly this morning." She sniffed the air. "I had to go back to my office and be de-briefed. Also it prevented a diplomatic incident. We can't have American agents involved in the killing of Egyptians on the streets of Cairo after all."

She sat down on the end of Paul's bed and sniffed the air again.

"Something wrong?" Linda asked.

"Far from it." Michelle replied, smiling at us each in turn.

"We were just." I started to give some sort of explanation. To what?

I dried up.

"Oh. I think I know what you were doing." She looked me up and down.

It was rather like when a man looks at you and you know he is seeing you without any clothes on. I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or aroused. I definitely had a hole that needed something.

"You do. Do you?" Linda said, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.

"Oh yes." Michelle answered, scratching a breast where the flesh could be seen in the 'v' of her dress. "Don't worry. I won't tell. There 's nothing wrong with it and you are both over twenty-one."

"Yes, we are." Linda agreed, placing her arm around my waist. "Jenny and I have been friends all our lives."

Her hand moved down to cup one of my ass cheeks.

"I was hoping that I could be your friend as well." Michelle's voice had suddenly deepened, filling with lust.

She stood up and reaching out a hand placed it on one of my breasts. 

I stiffened slightly, then relaxed as Linda felt my other breast and kissed my ear. I closed my eyes and they both took this as my signal of agreement for I felt my dress being pulled up from the hem and over my head. I kept my hands closed as their hands explored me. I could feel their fingers running down my spine and between my ass cheeks to stop at and massage my anus whilst others felt my breasts and stomach. Hands holding my arms and guiding me to the bed, Paul's bed, and laying me back upon it. Hands easing my legs apart and soft warm breath on the insides of my thighs. I arched my back as a tongue touched the lips of my fanny as if asking permission. I lifted my hips from the bed at its second touch. Hands were massaging my breasts as the tongue entered me. Lips fastened onto one of my nipples as the tongue swirled around inside me. I came the moment it touched my clit and again as it sucked it from its cover. I felt a finger being pushed inside me as the lips left my nipple and the bed creaked as a t high was placed on either side of my face. 

I opened my eyes as Linda lowered her fanny to my mouth. Michelle pushed a second finger inside me as I reached up with my tongue to greet Linda 's lips. Lips that were so soft and moist. Slightly salty. I licked along each lip, listening for her response, almost forgetting Michelle between my legs for a moment as I pleasured my friend. 

Reaching down with one hand I lifted Michelle's head from my hole. For the moment, at least, I was satisfied there. I wanted to concentrate on Linda. I pushed my tongue inside her as I felt for her anus with a finger. I felt Michelle moving up the bed, kneeling on the edge by our side. I imagined them feeling each other's breasts. I heard the changes in both their breathing. Linda was grinding herself down upon my face, forcing her clit between my lips. I knew what she wanted, I knew what she liked and sucked it hard. She came almost at once. She lifted herself up. Just keeping the tip of my tongue in contact with her little bud. She was panting. I pushed my finger hard against her anus and heard her cry out as she came again.

She climbed from me then helped Michelle to straddle my face. As I started to lick Michelle's fanny I felt Linda pulling open the lips of my own, her warm breath on my insides then her tongue. Oh her tongue. It licked this way then that. I tried to mirror her movements on Michelle. She sucked my clit so I sucked Michelle's. She was puffing like a steam engine. Michelle's hips were moving. She was holding my head. Lifting it, as if trying to force it inside her. She swore loudly as she came. I hardly noticed her climb from me. I was so given over to the sensations Linda was creating in my insides with her tongue. I could feel my own orgasm building inside. Building. Building. Every muscle in my body tightened for a second then the relief of coming wash over me. 

A glow, spreading throughout my body. I could feel everything. I felt them lie down next to me. I didn't want to open my eyes. I could feel their nipples hard against my shoulders. I felt so good. Their heads lay next to mine on the pillow. I could see Paul's face looking down on me, then I could see him looking down at the sword in his hand. I must go to him. He needs me.

I tried to sit up but their hands on my shoulders prevented my rising.

"I must go to Paul." I had to make them understand.

"You cannot." Michelle spoke gently, soothingly. "I know you want to but he is not allowed visitors for three days under Egyptian law."

"They'll torture him." I was suddenly worried. I'd read in the paper s of British citizens who had been arrested and imprisoned in Mediterranean countries. They didn't allow visitors until they had beaten or fucked a confession out of you.

"No they won't." Michelle reassured me. "Jerez will look after him. Besides we have influence as well and so does your own Embassy. He will be fine. Close your eyes and rest."

"If you are sure?"

I did feel tired.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

This blanket bloody itched. 

I sat on one of the hard wooden beds that were fitted to two of the walls of my cell. 

I could smell something. It smelt like shit. The shit of fear. There were stains on the wall and floor and beds. Every possible shade of brown. When blood dries it dries that colour. Probably so does shit.

The Sergeant had taken my details and told me I would be interviewed by t he Inspector when he came to work later that day. In the meantime, I was to wait.

I dropped Jerez el McTomb's name at every opportunity but the Sergeant gave no indication he'd ever heard of him. I demand to see the British Ambassador and was told that that was impossible. It was Christmas day after all and besides Egyptian Law allowed for my interrogation, sorry, questioning to proceed for three days, longer if necessary, before they were obliged to notify anybody. I took some comfort in the knowledge that Jenny would be doing everything she could to get me out. 

The Policeman had said I was being arrested for murder. That they had a witness that I had approached Ahmed from behind and ran a sword through him. The trouble is they were right. I had done that. But Michelle had shot him three or four times without effect. But then, she wasn't here. I could see their point of view. They had a body. Two, if you counted the fragmented remains of Hamed. A weapon, with me holding it and a witness who saw me use it. I wasn't too sure I hadn't agreed in the car on the drive to the police station that I had killed him.

Could be tricky. Can you kill somebody from behind and claim self-defence? One of the guards, a big, burly man, keep coming and looking at me through the barred window in the door of the cell. 

I wished somebody would get me out of here. I was beginning to feel very nervous. 

The cover to the window in the door slid shut and I heard the rattle of keys outside. The door opened and the burly guard entered. He carried a long truncheon and a pair of handcuffs. 

"Stand up." He said, motioning with his truncheon. 

I did so, holding the blanket tight around me. 

"Hand." He said, touching my wrist with the truncheon. 

There was a wild, almost lustful look in his eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep the tremble from my voice.

I suddenly felt I could easily add to the smell of shit in the room.

"Hand." He barked.

He looked angry. I supposed he was just doing his job so I tentatively held out my arm. Snap. The handcuffs closed around one wrist. I cried out as it pinched my skin. It hurt. With his truncheon resting on my shoulder he guided me so I had my back t o him then said, "hand," again.

I could feel the tip of the truncheon an inch from my ear so, holding my blanket in place with my chin I held my other hand behind my back. I felt the cold metal against my skin and heard the click as the handcuff locked. This time it didn't hurt.

I turned to face the guard. Trying to look confident, holding the blanket beneath my chin. He smiled at me. I didn't like that smile and his hand reached out and yanked the blanket from me.

"Stop that." I cried out. "Give that back. Is their anybody out there?"

I heard a voice laughing outside. From what sounded far away a cry of pain. The guard rested the tip of his truncheon on my nose and looked me up and down. He ran his fingers across my chest.

"Fuck off." I shouted at the top of my voice. "Leave me alone."

Again all I heard was laughter from the corridor outside. 

"You mine." The guard said touching my ribs with the tip of his truncheon. 

"We fuck."

"Fuck off." 

I look around frantically. He was between me and the door. With my hands secured I couldn't defend myself. All I had was my feet and knees. I tried to knee him in the balls but the blanket around my feet hindered my movements. He saw what I had intended and poked me hard in the stomach with the tip of his truncheon. I doubled forwards gasping for breath. He pushed me face down upon the bed. I heard the rustle of his clothing and felt his hands pulling wide my ass cheeks.

"No." I screamed.

I could feel the tip of his prick against my anus, opening me. The pain was searing. I heard the door open.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

We all showered together when we woke an hour later.

There was a full Christmas Dinner served in the Restaurant. We all ate well and wore fancy paper hats. I wondered what Paul was getting.

Michelle wanted to go back to bed after we had finished eating and was most disappointed when I told her I was going with Linda to visit Ian in hospital. I think she was going to try to persuade me I needed more rest as w e stood in front of the lifts in the foyer when the receptionist announced t hat the car Jerez had sent for us had arrived.

I joined Linda in the back seat and our hands rested on others thighs on the way to the hospital.

It wasn't a great re-union between the two. Ian was pleased to see us. But then most people are pleased to see anybody when they are confined to a hospital bed for any length of time. Linda seemed distracted. Whether from the reaction to her imprisonment or our exertions of the morning I couldn't tell. I kept a lookout by the door to the room while she gave him a quick blow job. But I could tell her heart wasn't in it as she didn't finish him off with her mouth, using just her hand at the end. He must have had a good store inside his balls as he shot his come two feet or more into the air. I watched as it left the end of his prick to land on his chest and stomach then looked away as she used the small hand towel by the sink to clean him up. I was determined to do a better job on Paul when h e returned.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14n



Ian tried to get his hand inside her knickers but she pushed him away saying that we couldn't stay long this time as we were wanted for questioning by the police. She looked at me for support so I nodded my head in confirmation. We were wanted, just not today.

Back at the Hotel I rang Jerez at home to ask about Paul. He was out but I spoke to Lee-Anne. I turned down her offer to come to her house for the rest of the day and having received her assurance that she would get Jerez to contact me as soon as he returned put down the receiver.

I looked at Linda.

"He's out." I said.

"He must be seeing about Paul." She said as we stepped into the lift.

"I hope so." I really did. "I miss him."

Linda looked disappointed. I squeezed her hand. What could I say? Paul was my man and I loved him. I knew I felt things with Linda that I didn't with him. But he was my man.

I was going to fuck his brains out when he got back.

Linda followed me back into my room and her fingers were on the zip of my dress almost before I'd closed the door behind us. 

"Don't. Please." I started to say. 

She lifted the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head almost before it hit the ground her fingers were inside the waistband of my knickers, pulling them down. Her fingers released the clasp on my bra and I stood there, naked in front of her, she put her arms around me and pulled me towards her, kissing me, her tongue forcing it's way between my lips. For once I couldn't respond. I just stood there, arms hanging loose at my sides. Her fingers were probing between my ass cheeks. Touching my anus. 

There was a knock at the door. Linda stepped back a pace and looked a t me. She was frowning.

I walked to the door.

"Who is it." I called through the wood.

"It's me. Michelle." Came the reply. I felt relieved.

I opened the door and she slipped inside. She looked my naked body up and down. Let her. 

"Have you heard anything about Paul?" I asked, closing the door behind her.

"They are holding him in the prison and the authorities want statements from us all tomorrow." 

She sat down on the bed. Linda sat next to her.

"There was some talk about them taking us all in but I think we have managed to stop that for the present." She continued one of her hands falling onto Linda's thigh. "I'm leaving tomorrow with Franklin. Duty calls. The politicians aren't too bothered about us. The case is cut and dried."

"You mean?" I was getting really worried. "Because they have Paul? I must go to him."

Picking up my dress I pulled it over my head and let it settle on my shoulders. I didn't bother with anything else. I just picked up my handbag and slipped on my shoes.

"Are you coming?" I asked Linda.

They had one hand behind each other's backs and were touching each other' s thighs with the other. She looked from Michelle to me. I could see she was torn between us.

"I'll come with you." She said, standing up.

I could see the look of disappointment on Michelle's face.

We both looked at her.

"I can't." She mumbled, apologetically. "I have been ordered to keep a low profile."

"We'll see you later then." I said turning and opening the door.

I didn't wait for her reply I hurried along the corridor to the lift with Linda following close behind. At the desk I asked for the envelope that Paul always lodged in the safe of every hotel we stayed at. It contained our passports and travellers cheques and some currency notes. Some were in Sterling and some in local currency. Opening it I took out all the currency notes and stuffed them inside my handbag. Re-sealing the envelope I handed it back with a muttered thank you and went outside the hotel. The doorman hailed a cab for us and I handed him a note. I think it was a five pounds note.

I told the driver we wanted the main prison and fifteen minutes later the cab pulled up outside an ancient looking fort made of sand stone, with high thick walls and two huge wooden gates. At a smaller door to one side I walked up to a man in uniform.

"We are from the British Embassy to see Mr Paul Wagstaffe." I said, as loudly and as confidently as I could. "Quickly, we haven't got all day."

He looked nonplussed. I don't think they had many white European woman visit. He stood aside and ushered us into a large room with a counter at one end behind which sat a man in uniform with Sergeants stripes on his arm.

"Yes." He didn't stand up. "Can I help you?"

"We are here to see Mr Paul Wagstaffe." I said, I could feel my confidence oozing out of me. "We are from the British Embassy."

"You may not see Mr Wagstaffe he has not been interviewed yet."

I heard what sounded like a scream of pain beneath my feet. 

"I must see him now." I demanded.

I watched his eyes as the moved slowly up and down my body then over Linda's. 

"Must you?"

He said. His eyes narrowing.

He lifted the flap and walked around the front the front of the counter t o the entrance. He spoke through the door to the man outside then, closing it, turned to us.

"I do not think you are from the British Embassy." He said, standing in front of us. "In fact I know you are not. No Embassy would send a woman, or two, here without a man."

I could understand the reason for it.

I felt Linda's fingers touching mine and held them. I suddenly thought for her. After all she had been through in the last few days and I had dragged her here. No, not dragged. I'd asked and she had come. She could have me as often as she wanted when we got back to the hotel. But first we had to get back to the hotel.

"No." The Sergeant repeated. "You are not from the Embassy."

He reached out and placed his hand upon my breast. I froze.

"You can't do that." Linda said, knocking his hand away.

"Here. I can do what I wish." He replied, feeling her breasts.

"Don't." She said, stepping back and pulling me with her.

"What will you give me if I allow you to see Mr Wagstaffe?"

"I have money." I replied, reaching inside my handbag and producing the rolls of bank notes.

He snatched them from me and put them inside his trouser pocket with hardly a glance at them. My eyes followed his hand and came to rest on the swelling inside his trousers. It twitched. 

"I want something else." He said moving towards us.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14o



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14o: Back to Egypt Part 15

A Paul and Jenny story.

Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved.

All events and characters are fictitious.

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Jenny.

"Yes." The Sergeant continued looking us up and down. "What will you give me so that I don't have you placed into a cell for pretending to be an Embassy official. My guards would enjoy you and so, I think, would the women prisoners."

"All we want to do is see Paul Wagstaffe." I almost screamed.

"We all want something."

"Perhaps you should." Linda said.

"What!" I exclaimed. "You can't be serious."

"Well, he is right." She continued. "We have done wrong. Perhaps if you take your dress off."

"What?" I couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Go on." She insisted. "Slowly."

The penny dropped. She had a plan. Well I certainly hoped she had. Reaching behind my back I pulled down the zip on my dress and slowly eased the strap off one shoulder. I held the material in front of my breast as I pulled my arm free then repeated the movement on the other side. Linda had moved to stand between the Sergeant and the counter. I let the dress slide slowly down until it just covered my nipples. Linda's hand was on the buttons of the Sergeants trousers, unfastening them, pulling free his erect prick then pushing them down to his ankles. She pulled back his foreskin. I could smell the deposits beneath. I didn't want that anywhere near me so Linda's plan had better be good.

I uncovered a nipple then my other one and slid the top of my dress down to my navel. I looked at the Sergeants face. There were beads of sweat on his brow and I could hear the changing in his breathing.

"Quickly." He panted.

I allowed my dress to fall to the floor and stood, naked, in front of him.

He gasped as Linda's hand moved faster.

"Turn around." He ordered.

I did so, glad to no longer have to look at him. I could hear him shuffling forward and jumped as he placed a rough hand on my stomach and his other between my shoulder blades to bend me forward.

I could feel the tip of his prick between the cheeks of my ass trying to force its way inside my anus. I clenched it as tightly closed as I could. His prick moved down. I could feel it against my fanny lips. He was pushing it into me.

"For fuck's sake, Linda." I shouted. "Do something."

Whack. Whack. 

There was a thud as the Sergeant's body hit the ground.

I straightened and turned. Linda stood holding a long truncheon looking down on the Sergeants body. There was cum, oozing slowly from the hole at the end of his prick.

Linda picked up my dress and handed it to me.

"Quickly. Get dressed." She said.

I did so and followed her through the rear door behind the counter.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Get Paul and get the fuck out of here."

"We can't do that."

"Do you want to wait for the Sergeant to come round?"

No. I didn't want to do that.

There were two doors in the corridor. One opened onto an office with a desk and telephone and the other into a much larger room with bunk beds. It must be the night shifts sleeping quarters. It smelt of stale sweat and piss.

At the end of the corridor a stair case lead up and down. 

"Down." I replied to Linda's raised eyebrow. "They keep prisoners in dungeons."

Where was Paul? I wanted him so badly.

We went down on tiptoe. A corridor led to the main prison building inside the old walls. At intervals on both sides there were heavy wooden doors. The place was dimly lit but a number of naked electric light bulbs and thick glass skylights set into the roof. Part way along the corridor a man in a grubby uniform was standing in front of one of the doors and peering through a spy hole. He appeared to be rubbing his prick through his trousers.

We crept up to him as quietly as we could and Linda poked him hard in the back with her truncheon. He jump and it smelt like he farted. 

"We are from the British Embassy." Linda said, not loud but firm. "The Sergeant has said that we can collect Paul Wagstaffe. Where is he."

"I need paperwork." The man stammered. 

"You will have your paperwork." Linda insisted. "Now where is he or do I have to get the Sergeant. He will not be pleased."

His eyes flickered to the door he had been peering into. I stepped up to the spy hole and looked inside. A big man in a grubby guards uniform was kneeling behind somebody on a wooden cot fitted to one of the walls. As I looked he pushed his trousers down to his knees. He moved his hand to the front of his body and I could imagine him lining his prick up against somebody's hole. I couldn't make out if it was male or female but the skin was light. On the floor there was a blanket.

I think I'd already opened the door before fully realising that it was Paul who was about to be buggered hit me.

"Get off him." I screamed, throwing myself onto his back. 

He fell forward, Paul yelled in pain. He grabbed me. Paul kicked him in the face. Linda hit him with her truncheon. Paul kicked him again and he rolled over and lay still.

Linda turned to the other guard, a wild look in her eyes.

"Undo those cuff links. Now." She snapped. "Quickly."

She waved the truncheon under the guard's nose. He bent over and removed a bunch of keys from the prostrate guard's belt and released Paul's hands. 

Paul alternately rubbed his wrists, rubbed his ass and rubbed me.

"Give me those keys." Linda held out her hand to the guard. "When I tell the Sergeant what happened here he will not be pleased with you."

Reluctantly the guard handed them over. The other guard was starting to stir. Moaning and holding his hand to his head he started to sit up.

"Outside, quickly." Linda hissed at Paul and I.

She was so confident, so in command. I'd never known her like this. Paul picked up his blanket.

Outside, in the corridor she tried a key in the door's lock. The first one didn't work but the second did. We hurried along the corridor to the staircase and quickly climbed to the floor above.

"I can't go outside like this." Paul said as we all stopped and looked down on the body of the Sergeant. A thin trickle of blood ran down behind one of his ears and he was groaning.

"Get his uniform." Linda said walking to the front door and opening it a crack. "I am going to get a Taxi. The guard is talking to some people across the street. I'll be quick. There's one coming now. Hurry."

She stepped through the door, pulling it closed behind her. I helped Paul to strip the Sergeant and get dressed in his shirt and trousers. We left him in his underpants. I didn't want to touch them and I was sure Paul didn't want to wear them.

Paul tightened the belt around his waist and we moved to the door. I opened it a crack and looked out. Linda was talking to the guard through the rear window of the Taxi on the side furthest away from us. Paul swung the blanket around his shoulders to cover the Sergeants stripes on his arms and we both stepped out onto the street and into the taxi.

The guard looked as if he was about to say something.

"It's alright. The Sergeant knows. We are taking him to the British Embassy." Linda said, putting on her prettiest smile for the guard. "British Embassy please, Driver."

The driver engaged gear and pulled away. 

"Where are we going?" Paul asked.

"I think Jerez's house." I suggested searching inside my handbag for the piece of paper with his address on. Finding it I handed it to the driver. "Here please."

The driver looked across at Paul then shrugged his shoulders.

It was only fifteen minutes drive to Jerez's place. The guard on duty recognised Linda and had no hesitation on summoning one of the servants to escort us inside. He did look twice at Paul's clothing.

Lee-Anne was overjoyed to see us and ordered coffee to be brought into the lounge. There was no sign of Jerez.

"No." Lee-Anne explained when we asked where he was. "He had a phone call only minutes before you arrived and said he had to go to the British Embassy. He didn't have time to tell me why. There can't be any problems now that they have released you."

We took turns explaining what had happened. When we had finished she took Paul into a bedroom to examine him. They were gone about twenty minutes and when they returned Paul was wearing a pair of Jerez's western trousers and an open-necked shirt. He looked as if he had just stepped from the shower. 

"He'll be alright," she said, resuming her seat, " his back hole will be a little sore for a few days but I've applied some ointment and he tells me you always travel with a jar of Vaseline. Make sure he applies some three or four times a day. Especially before and after using the toilet. He should visit his own Doctor when you return to England."

Paul's face was bright red with embarrasment. I had to laugh which started Linda off then Lee-Anne joined in.

"I'm sorry, Paul." She said, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "It's the Doctor in me."

"It's alright." Paul huffed.

Linda and I were still chuckling to ourselves when the telephone in the corner rang. Lee-Anne stood up and walked across to answer it. I heard her say "Hallo Jerez," she explained we were with her then she listened intently for two or three minutes. Replacing the handset you resumed her seat.

"That was Jerez." She looked around at us. "He feels it would be wise if you leave Egypt on the next available plane to London. He thinks that it is tomorrow, he will find out and make arrangements. You are to stay here and he will visit your hotel and arrange for all of your belongings to be brought here. Yours and Ian's as well."

She looked at Linda when she said that.

"He thinks," she continued, "that you should remain here for a few days until Ian is discharged from Hospital and you can return to England yourselves." 

"I will show you to our guest rooms then I must see to organising Dinner."

We followed her out to a covered walkway that rang down one side of the water feature in the main courtyard. She opened the first door she came too and showed us in. It was more comfortably appointed than some hotel rooms I'd been in. Twin beds, an old fashioned wardrobe dressing table and chair completed the fixtures in the main room. The floor was stone with a scattering of rugs. A door opened into a bathroom with toilet and shower cubical. Throwing open the windows onto the courtyard she turned a dial on the wall by the light switch and the large ceiling fan started to slowly rotate.

"This room for Paul and Jenny." Lee-Anne said and turning to Linda continued. " If you'll come with me I'll show you yours."

I had to follow to see if hers was any different while Paul sat then lay back on one of the beds. 

Nothing matched exactly in Linda's room but everything was the same.

"Jerez says he will be back in about two hours." Lee-Anne said moving to the door. "We will each when he returns. You are welcome to come back to the main house or rest here."

"A little rest, I think," said Linda.

"I think you are wise. A little lie down will do you all good. I'll see you are called in good time for dinner."

She left me alone with Linda.

I was about to say goodbye to Linda when she closed the door with one hand and pulled me too he. I started to protest but she covered my lips with her own pushing her tongue between my lips. I shouldn't. I should go back to Paul. I could feel her nipples pressing hard into my breasts and I felt my own responding. Linda's hands were on the zip at the back of my dress. No. I pulled her hands away. I wanted Paul. She looked almost as disappointed as Paul did when he didn't get his own way. I wavered then, taking her hand led her to the nearest bed and undressed her. Twice I pushed her hands away as she tried to do the same to me but finally she was naked and lying down on the bed.

I knelt at the foot and opened and bent her legs. I kissed then sucked on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. She lifted her hips and moved down the bed towards me. I could smell her before she reached me. The musty, fishy smell of an aroused woman. I kissed each side of her crack then sucked each lip in turn using mine to open her. I heard her sigh and her breathing deepen. I ran my tongue from anus to clit. She stiffened then her body jerked as if somebody had passed an electric current through it. A low moan came from her. 

I licked again. First her anus, then the soft skin between her holes then between her lips to her clit. I sucked it out into the open and flicked it from side to side with the tip of my tongue. She gasped then groaned. She ran her fingers through my hair then pulled my mouth tight against her fanny. She stopped breathing then came with a huge sigh. 

I moved my tongue from her clit, which I knew can be very sensitive at this time and sucked her lips open again. I pushed one finger then a second inside her, working them slowly in and out. Her hips lifted and she moved with me. I placed my tongue against her clit again.

"Oh. Yes. Yes."

I heard her shout. I hoped Paul hadn't.

She seemed to be having trouble catching her breath. She was breathing as if she was trying to catch her breath after running a marathon.

"Oh." 

It was only one syllable but I'd never heard as much feeling in a single sound before. Again her body tensed then relaxed. I lifted my head from between her thighs and looked into her face. It was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her brow. She smiled, breathing deeply all the while.

I returned the smile and stood up.

"I must go." I said looking up and down the length of her body. My best friend and lover. No. Not my best friend. That was Paul. 

I was going to him now.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14p



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14p: Back to Egypt Part 16

A Paul and Jenny story.

Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved.

All events and characters are fictitious. No resemblance to anybody alive or dead is intended.

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Jenny.

I turned over in bed with difficulty. Either Paul had grown an extra set of arms and legs during the night or we were not alone. 

I turned my head to one side and opened one eye. I could see the back of Linda's head with it's covering of dark red hair. 

I couldn't feel my legs. I looked down the bed. Michelle was lying across the foot of the bed, partly on my legs and Paul's.

I looked at Paul. He did look drained. 

I had intended to keep him too myself all night and really give him something to remember our visit to Egypt by. Both Linda and Michelle had flirted outrageously with him throughout the evening meal. Michelle had run into Jerez at our hotel where he was arranging for our bags to be packed and delivered to his house and she had managed to get herself an invite to spend the night with us.

Michelle moved and I took the opportunity to pull my feet out from under her. I was now on my back with my knees bent as if I was expecting to be taken by a lover.

I looked back at Paul then down to his prick.

Poor thing. It did look sore.

When Michelle and Linda had followed us into our bed room after dinner I suppose I should have asked them to leave, after all, they would still have had each other, but Linda's hands were on my body and her lips pressed hard against mine before the thought had occurred to me. By the time we broke our kiss Michelle had had Paul's shirt from him and was working on his belt buckle.

I opened my legs and scratched the lips of my fanny as the memories started to flood back. Linda undressing me and laying me on my back then Michelle leading Paul by the prick between my thighs. I must have looked much as I did now. I slowly spread open my fanny lips with the index and middle finger of my right hand. That felt nice. I ran the tip of my finger along the length of my slip, between my lips. That felt nicer. I did it again. This time stopping when I reached the, oh so sensitive, bud of my clit. It felt hot, throbbing. I had to rub it.

Both Linda and Michelle had held me open as they guided Paul inside me. How good his filling me had felt. How good this felt. I lifted my hips from the bed as I had to meet his thrusts. I rubbed my clit, then the area beside it, then rubbed it again.

Whilst Paul was moving in and out of me Michelle had visited the toilet. When she returned she was holding our jar of Vaseline. Paul had lifted his head and looked down into my eyes as we both heard the popping sound of the lid to the jar being removed. Paul stopped moving and I saw a pained look spread across his face then he smiled and started moving again. I felt my own orgasm building, was that then or now. He'd quickened his movements, my own finger was moving faster. He was there. I could feel him coming inside me even now. I was there. A warm glow spread from beneath my navel, filling my whole body.

I closed my legs, leaned over and kissed him. A smile flickered around the corners of his mouth.

I straddled his body then stood up by the side of the bed. I looked down at the jumble of arms and legs. Linda had turned onto her back. Paul had had her next then Michelle. Linda had licked me while he was doing it then she had made way for Michelle. Between my gasps and the blurring of vision that comes with the receipt of pleasure I saw Linda sucking Paul's prick back to hardness. When she was satisfied she'd had Paul kneel behind Michelle up-raised backside and had taken the jar of Vaseline. The looks of surprise, pain and wonder had followed each other in quick succession across Michelle's face as Linda guided Paul into her anus.

I thought she was going to scream.

She did moan and grunt and gasp. Linda knelt beside Paul with one hand behind his back the other rubbing his chest and balls and stomach. She kept licking his ear. Sucking his ear lobe. Paul's hand was between her legs, first up the back, then at the front then back to the back.

Everybody had been breathing heavily. Linda had left Paul's balls to reach forward between Michelle's legs to rub her clit. I don't know in which order we came. I just know I did.

I realised there was a huge smile on my face as I made my way to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. That was better.

I wiped myself, flushed the bowl then stood under the shower.

That felt good.

Linda had been kneeling over my face and was sucking and licking on her clit for all I was worth when I'd felt the bed springs moving. I knew Paul had been having Michelle at the time but this movement was different to what their shagging had been creating. Linda had leaned forward, burying her face in my fanny, lifting her own fanny from my mouth. I'd seen Paul and Michelle moving into position behind her raised buttocks. They both had wicked looking smiles on their faces. Michelle was holding the jar of Vaseline, some of which she applied to Linda's anus. Taking Paul's already glistening prick she'd worked back and forth his foreskin to keep him hard the placed its tip against Linda's tightest hole. I lifted myself up using Linda's ass cheeks for support and kissed Paul's balls as her slowly slid inside her. I heard Linda cry out once then gasp, then moan as Paul moved in and out of her. I'd never seen anybody taken like this from this angle before. I could hear the slurping sounds Paul's prick was making as he pistoned in and out. I wondered if I made the same noises when he was using me. 

Then it was my turn to gasp as Linda returned her tongue to my fanny and clit. I'd sunk back onto the bed allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over me as I began building towards my next orgasm. I watched Paul's balls banging against the backs of Linda's thighs. I closed my eyes for a second. When I'd reopened them Michelle's finger was rubbing Linda's clit I could feel myself coming and lifted my hips from the bed in an attempt to get more of my clit inside Linda's mouth. I could see Paul's balls tightening. Heard him gasp as he came. I watched his balls lifting and falling as he pumped his come into Linda's ass. I closed my eyes again as I came. I heard Linda's come, a sound I knew so well.

I opened my eyes as Paul was pulling out. Why was anal sex so messy? He could go and wash that before it came anywhere near me again.

I stepped from the shower and picked up a towel to dry myself with. I cleaned my teeth then wondered what time it was and went back into the bedroom to look at Paul's wristwatch. The atmosphere in the bedroom heavy with the smells of sex so I opened the door to the covered walkway outside to let in some fresh air. I looked each way to make sure there was nobody about then walked back to the bed and picking up Paul's wrist looked at his watch. It was seven fifteen. Full daylight at this latitude.

I opened one of my suitcases and took out a clean set of underwear and a skirt and blouse. No more dressing to conform to local customs for me. I was going home. 

There were stirrings from the bed behind me. I quickly dressed then took out a set of clothes for Paul to wear. Something knocked against my ear and I turned my head to look into the little hole at the end of Paul's prick. Where had it been last? I tried to remember, gave it up and kissed it good morning. 

I stood up and let him put his arms around me. He kissed me on the lips. I could smell the beer and Brandy he'd had the night before. "Shower, shave and clean your teeth before breakfast." I ordered, pointing him in the direction of the bathroom.

I could hear voices outside and stepped out of the room closing the door behind me with a bang.

Lee-Anne was walking towards me with a man I think I recognised from the party of Americans the previous morning. Had it only been that long ago?

"Good morning Jenny." Lee-Anne said stopping before me. "This is Dave. He's come to take Michelle to catch her plane."

"She's in my room talking." I said loudly. 

I opened the door and peeked inside. Michelle was coming towards me fastening the zip on her dress, Linda sat on the end of the bed fully clothed. I opened the door wide. "They've come for you I'm afraid." I said to Michelle.

Just then Paul came out of the bathroom, naked.

(Paul)

I hate goodbyes. Always have. 

Everybody stayed outside while I dressed. All I had wanted was a towel. There had been laughter and shrieks. I couldn't think why. It wasn't as if any of the woman had not seen my prick before.

I came out dressed and we all kissed Michelle goodbye. I wondered if I'd ever see her again. Then it was our turn to leave. We said goodbye to Lee-Anne at the house and Linda and Jerez at the Airport. We were rushed through the departure lounge and onto the plane a good fifteen minutes before any of the other passengers boarded. Jenny bagged the window seat and I had the inside one.

I don't know how or why Jerez had arranged it but we were in first class. This was better than tourist class. The seats were firm yet gave in all the right places and you actually had some room for your legs. There were proper magazines in the back of the seat in front. I could get used to this.

The plane began to fill. The other passengers taking their seats gave us some funny looks. Probably wondering whom we were to get such treatment.

Let them wonder.

I closed my eyes as we taxied to the end of the runway and held Jenny's hand as we took off.

The drinks trolley was wheeled out almost before the 'no smoking' and 'fasten your seat belt' signs had been switched off. I didn't want a drink, neither did Jenny.

Part of me was hoping that Jenny would want to visit the toilets with me but another part, my prick, was almost begging her not to. It was sore. Three woman in one night. More than once each. And Jenny allowing it to happen. More than allowing it. Joining in. I gave her hand a squeeze. She responded by squeezing my hand back.

I closed my eyes again and lost myself for half an hour in thoughts of the previous night.

I must have nodded off for Jenny was shaking me awake as the main meal was brought around. No plastic trays here. Proper plates and glasses. We both had a glass of wine with our meal and coffee to follow. A visit to the toilet for us both. Separately. Then some more sleep with my arm around Jenny and her head on my shoulder.

The drinks trolley was wheeled around again but I waved it away. I was comfortable and happy. I didn't want disturbing. I held Jenny's hand and counted the fingers. A single ring on one finger. My eyes snapped open.

"Jenny." I whispered in her ear. "Jenny."

"Hmm." She sighed.

"Will you marry me?"

"Hmm."

Had she heard? 

"Jenny. Will you marry me?"

"Yes." She breathed her reply.

"When?"

"June."

- The End -

Paul and Jenny will return in 'Another June wedding.'



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15a



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15a: Another June Wedding Part 1

A Paul and Jenny story. 
Copyright 2001 by Paul.   All rights reserved. 
All events and Characters are fictitious. 

(Jenny).

I awoke to feel the tip of Paul's hard on just starting to worm its way between the cheeks of my ass. The dear. He was trying not to wake me. 

I'd finished my finals yesterday but Paul still had two more days of exams to go. I knew he was very nervous although he tried not to show it. My course had all hit the pub in the evening but Paul didn't want to come. Last minute studying. It wasn't the same without him. I drank some wine and fought off the hands of the males present who felt any woman's body was fair game and left to come home at ten. 

I'd dropped Shirley at her flat. Her suggestion that she move into our spare room while we stayed on for our Masters had seemed sensible last night. I could appreciate she didn't want to have to find new flat mates and live through the seemingly never ending stream of parties that always seemed to be held in the Girl's flats. It would be better for her and we would be help and support to each other on the course. And it would be fun.

I wondered when the best time to ask Paul would be?

I lifted my uppermost leg slightly and allowed his prick to rub against my anus. That felt nice. If he would just leave it there without trying to push it inside me. He must have read my thoughts. He was moving slightly. Not enough to penetrate me but just enough to make it feel wonderful. He hand reached around and cupped one of my breasts. That was nice. I felt so warm and safe. The pressures of exams were over and I was getting married on Saturday. Five days to go. Only five. A shudder of excitement ran through my body. My fanny was in flood. I lifted my leg and, reaching down, guided the tip of Paul's prick against my hole. He pushed, then again.

"Ah," I gasped as he slipped inside me. 

I lowered my leg as he moved slowly in and out of me. This was very nice.

I looked at my alarm clock. He hadn't come to bed until three in the morning and it was only just after seven. His next exam was at nine thirty. Then the last one tomorrow. Then off to Somerset on Thursday. I was to stay with his parents while he stayed with his Grandfather. My mother was coming down from Gloucester by train on Friday morning to help with any last minute arrangements. I wasn't sure how she would get on with Paul's mother. It was supposed to be my parents who made all the arrangements but somehow, as soon as we told them, Paul's mother took charge.

We wanted a quick registry office wedding in Gloucester but it was now to be a full-blown affair in Paul's grandfather's village with a marquee on the lawn of the walled garden and a band until one a.m. It did occur to me that Paul's mother's insistence on organising his former Scoutmasters wedding had been a rehearsal for this moment.

Paul was speeding up but his prick didn't feel very hard. There was something I had to ask him. Ah, yes. Shirley.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yes." He panted in reply. "Good morning."

I turned my head so he could kiss my cheek.

He did so, stopping moving in and out. 

"I want to ask you something."

I couldn't quite feel his prick as I could when he started. It was growing soft.

He stopped moving and I felt him slip out of me. I quickly turned to face him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, reaching down and holding his prick. It was slippery with my juices but soft.

"I just don't feel like it this morning." He said turning his head away.

"You did just now."

"I know. It's just that I have a lot on my mind. You don't mind too much, do you?"

I did a bit as I had just started to feel the first stirrings of my own orgasm. But something was bothering him.

I dragged his arm around my back and lay my head on his shoulder. Normally his finger would automatically seek out my anus for a little gentle rubbing. But not this time. I picked up his prick and stroked it. He placed his hand on mine.

"It's alright, really." He said taking my hand away.

I lifted my head and looked down into his eyes. I could see the lines of worry around his eyes. It had been my idea he come to University with me rather then join his father's accountancy firm and take professional qualifications. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, kissing his nose.

"Nothing." He insisted, turning his head away. "I'll be alright."

"Hmm." I said turning away myself and climbing out of bed. "You had better be. I'm getting married on Saturday."

"So am I." He replied.

"Hmm." I said in reply and spent the next few minutes pottering around the room naked sorting out clothes for us both to wear. Conscious of his eyes following me, I took every opportunity I could find to bend from the waist with my backside towards him to give him a flash of my holes.

"I'm having a shower then I'll get you some breakfast. I don't want you feeling faint during your exam today."

"I don't really feel like eating." He said.

Didn't he?

I left the bedroom, took a towel from the airing cupboard above the water boiler and went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, wiped myself when I'd finished and flushed it. I stepped into the bath and pulled the shower curtains around me. I gasped as the water hit me. I must remind Shirley when she moved in that the first few seconds of water were always cold until the heater cut in. That was better. I picked up Paul's 'soap on a rope' and worked up a lather with my hands. 

I heard the door open and Paul on the toilet. The rustling of tissue then the flush followed by the sound of water running into the hand basin. 

I stepped out of the shower and slowly dried myself with a large bath towel while he shaved and cleaned his teeth. I was conscious of his watching me in the mirror so I made a great show of drying my bum hole, fanny and pubic hairs.

I pushed back just enough as he passed me into the shower for his prick to rub across the cheeks of my ass. I quickly stood up and moved away as I felt his hands reaching for my waist.

Not yet.

I slipped out of the bathroom leaving him with one foot in the bath and went downstairs to the kitchen. There I put the kettle on for tea, I hoped somebody had given us a kettle with an automatic cut-off in it, and placed some eggs on to boil. Two for Paul and one for me. I looked out of the kitchen window down the side of the outside toilet and utility room which housed our washing machine and tumble dryer and over our little garden. It might only be fifteen yards long but it was ours. I loved living in this house. 

I also loved him.

I could hear him walking back to the bedroom to dress. The kettle was boiling so I made a pot of tea. The first toast popped out of the toaster so I placed then on a plate and put two more slices of bread in the machine. I quickly laid the table with cups, saucers, plates, butter and jam and sat on a chair wrapped in my towel waiting for him.

I heard him coming down the stairs. I loosened my towel. He came into the kitchen, kissed me and sat down.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Don't worry about it." I reassured him. "It's just exam nerves."

"I didn't think it would be like this."

"Nobody ever does." I agreed. "Everybody thinks you just have to turn up, spend three years partying and they hand you your degree when you leave. It's hard work."

He smiled weakly at me. This wasn't going to do. He was going to sit this exam with a smile on his face.

The eggs were bubbling in the saucepan and the toaster had popped again. I stood up, letting my towel fall away from me and went to the work surface. I knew he was watching me so I scratched one of my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. Not enough for him to see my anus but enough to let him know there was one there. I'd forgotten the egg cups so I had to reach up into one of the cupboards for them.

I grunted as if it had been an effort as I settled back onto my heels. I turned back to the table giving him a full frontal for a second then turned away again and collected the teapot.

"Milk." I said.

Turning away from the table again I bent from the waist with my legs apart as I opened the fridge door so that both my holes were on display. I maintained my position as I heard the chair scrape on the floor. Two hands were on my hips pulling my ass cheeks back against his crotch. I could feel the hardness of his prick through his trousers. One of his hands left my hips and I felt the back of it brush the crack between my ass cheeks as he unfastened his trousers and pulled down his zip.

I gasped out loud as the tip of his prick touch my fanny lips. I reached down between my legs to hold them open and pushed back to meet his thrust. I felt the tip of his prick between my fingers then it was gone as he pulled back to push again. 

He was really entering me this time. I could feel my vagina stretching to accommodate him. My juices flowing to lubricate him. I released my fanny lips and placed both of my hands on top of the fridge. The cold air from the open door wafted over the front of my body in contrast to the heat being generated at the rear. I heard him gasping, I felt him growing inside me. I felt his pubic hairs against my ass and his balls against the top of my thighs. Don't come yet. I wanted to scream as I felt the familiar glow started to build inside me. He was coming. The feel of his come inside me sent me over the top. My legs felt weak and I'm sure I would have fallen to the ground had he not been holding me tight around the waist as he shot inside me.

He moved in and out slowly a couple of time, 'to make sure he'd given me everything' as he would say the pulled back out of me. I turned to face him and looked him up and down. 

"What do you look like?" I asked.

Pants and trousers around his ankles with his shirt held under his chin and his prick glistening as it slowly shrank.

"Happy?" He replied.

To Be Continued...



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15b



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15b: Another June Wedding Part 2

A Paul and Jenny Story.

Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved.

All events and characters are fictitious.

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Paul.

I put down my pen and looked up at the clock on the wall in the front of the room. Ten minutes to go. I'd finished and there were still ten minutes to go. I wanted to shout out loud. To jump up and down. I'd finished and there were still ten minutes to go.

Time to re-read my paper. No. Leave it. If it wasn't right now then it never would be. I could spot some errors and I would have a chance to correct them. No, don't do it. 

I turned the papers over and started reading from the front. Did he say that? No. Yes. I couldn't remember. Was that the correct way to work out that? My mind had gone blank. I looked up at the clock. Three minutes to go. What should I do? 

A movement by my side made me lift my head from my paper and look. Lucy was leaning back in her chair and stretching. An extra button was undone on her blouse and I could see the soft white flesh of her breast.

She relaxed and her breasts subsided. I looked up into her face. She smiled at me. I smiled back. She wiped some imaginary sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and raised her eyebrows in question. I rocked a hand from side to side in what I hoped she would take to mean was I'm not sure. She nodded and started gathering her papers together. 

"Right, ladies and gentlemen." The adjudicator stood up from her desk. "Times up, pens down. Make sure your examinations numbers are on the top of each sheet of answer paper. Hand them too me, with your exam sheet as I come round."

I hadn't really looked at the adjudicator when we'd started. I did now. She was only three or four years older than me. She'd introduced herself as Judith and made sure she told us that she had studied at the London School of Economics. She was the junior lecturer in Economics and was responsible for first year students at Cardiff University. 

Hmm. Nice body. Lovely skin. Firm high breasts. 

My eyes followed her around the room, straight into Lucy's.

I wondered who was shagging her now. I know she'd finished with that bastard Mike, I'd been there but she'd kept her love life to herself since then. She'd moved into our old flat with Shirley for a while then Rose and Sharon had moved in and she had moved out. I wondered where too. I must investigate.

"What are you doing now?" Lucy asked after she had handed her papers to Judith as she walked down the aisle between the rows of desks.

"Isn't everybody going to the pub?" I replied. I hoped they were. I really fancied a beer. In fact lots of beers.

Somebody had lifted a huge weight from my shoulders. I'd finished the exams. Of course, I could always worry about the results but they were out of my hands and, anyway it would be five or six weeks before I got them. And in the meantime I was getting married. Married. Why bother? Steve had asked one night in the pub when I told him and Len. Why bother, when you already had all the benefits of being married without the ties. I wanted too. That was the only answer I could give. Jenny and I had flouted convention by openly living together out of wedlock for over two years. I knew her parents were not happy with the situation, 'what about the example you are setting to your sisters,' her mother had challenged her with. Then Jenny had retaliated with 'it's a bit late for that as none of her sisters were Virgins anyway.' That hadn't gone down well.

I handed my papers to Judith. She smiled at me. Lovely white teeth. Subtle make up. Nice, high, round breasts.

I turned my head and looked at Lucy's pubic mound. She was on her feet between our desks. Nice skirt, it was short, mid thigh, nice legs. Very nice, a slightly prominent pubic mound. I imagined what it must look like naked.

I could feel my prick stirring. I hadn't had a sexual thought for three hours and a half. I was making up for it now.

We were thinking of meeting up in your local. We could be there for one o'clock. If we all leave soon." Lucy hitched up the shoulder strap on her bra as she spoke. I could see the soft white flesh of her tit wobble as it settled back into place.

"Can I have a lift? Please." Lucy asked as I stood up and placed my pens, pencils and other odds and ends in my briefcase. 

A late Christmas present from Jenny. In fact everything had been late at that time. We'd come back from Egypt on Boxing Day and spent the night in the flat in London. My prick had still felt sore from the night before so we left our fuck to celebrate our getting married until the following morning. We'd made the mistake of telling Hudson of our plans when we had arrived at the flat and within fifteen minutes my mother had been on the phone wanting to know dates and numbers. I tried to explain that it was only an agreement in principle but she was for going around to the Rectors that afternoon and booking the Church for us. Jenny then had to ring her Mother and tell her. Then the Admiral came and made me drink some whisky while his wife drank tea with Jenny. In the end we had too accept their invitation to eat with them. A brandy after dinner and the Admiral was telling us all about his part in my Fathers and Grandparents adventures in Spain during the civil war. It was interesting to get some details for once as my family would never talk about what they had gotten up to before, during and after the Second World War.

Back in the flat I'd played for an hour on the piano with Jenny sharing the stool and resting her head on my shoulder.

I think we both almost feel asleep as we sat there. So much had happened in the last week. Only a little over twenty-four hours before I'd been naked on my hands and knees in an Egyptian prison cell with a guard trying to get his prick up my ass. He almost succeeded. If Jenny hadn't arrived when she had with Linda? I could feel my anus tighten as I recalled the pain as he began to enter me.

"Sorry." I said looking into Lucy's face. "I was daydreaming. Everyone's going to my local? That's great. I'll just drop the car off. Do you need a lift?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

There was a lot of kissing and hand shaking and backslapping before I reached my car. I seemed to kiss Lucy three times. Not that I minded, she was a good kisser. I didn't think the tongue was necessary though.

We walked out to the car park together to where I'd parked the Morgan and I held open the door for her while she sat in the passenger seat. White knickers. I closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. She did have nice legs. As I opened the door she lifted her ass from the seat and pulled the hem of her short skirt down an inch. It rode back up as soon as she settled back. I banged my knees on the door as I tried to open it, climb in and watch Lucy's legs. At least it woke me up.

I didn't want to go to the pub. I wanted to fuck Jenny. Perhaps I could drop off Lucy at the pub and then delay my arrival. 

I switched on the engine, engaged first gear and pulled away. My fingers kept brushing the outside of Lucy's thighs each time I changed gear. She made no attempt to move her leg I noticed. As I negotiated my way through the city centre traffic and out towards the high downs overlooking the city I found myself continually glancing down at her legs. 'Stop it.' I kept saying to myself. Five more minutes and I could be fucking Jenny.

I could feel my prick growing.

I reached the pub at the turning to the road that led to our house. 

"I'll drop you here." I said to Lucy as I indicated to turn into the pub car park.

"Don't." She replied. "I want to see Jenny."

Strange. I didn't think they got on. What her being Mike's girlfriend the time he fucked Jenny, the bastard.

I cancelled then changed indicator and pulled over to the right and turned. The driver of the car behind hooted their approval at my manoeuvre.

I didn't care. I'd finished my exams and if I could get shot of Lucy I was going to fuck the ass off Jenny.

I pulled into the short drive in front of our garage and parked on the gravel next to Jenny's VW Beetle. I climbed out without opening the door, Jenny hated me doing it, said it would ruin the seats, and hurried around to open the door for Lucy. Yes, definitely white knickers. I picked up my briefcase from the 'dicky' seat and used my key to open the front door. 

"Hallo." I shouted when in the hall. "I'm home." 

"I'm up here." Jenny's reply came from the bathroom.

I took the stairs two at a time and, because Lucy was standing at the bottom watching, knocked on the bathroom door.

"Well?" Jenny asked.

I opened the door and looked inside.

She was lying in the bathtub covered in soapsuds. Steam was rising all around her from the water. I could see her pubic hairs floating free of her body.

"I've got Lucy with me." I said, my eyes watching her pubic hairs swaying from side to side in response to the movements she had been making.

"Why?" She asked, idly scratching herself just above where I knew her clit to be.

I could feel my fully hard prick straining against the material of my trousers.

"She wants to talk to you."

"What about?" She asked, standing up.

The water cascaded down her body. She reached up for the shower-head, turned it on low and pointed it into the bath as she tested the temperature.

"I didn't ask."

"Perhaps you should." She suggested, rinsing the remaining soapsuds from her body.

Keeping my eyes on her I backed to the door gave my prick a rub, which she noticed, and called down the stairs to Lucy.

"Jenny says what do you want. She's having a bath."

"Just to invite her to the pub."

"Which pub?" Jenny asked picking up a big white bath towel and starting to dry herself.

"Our pub." I explained. "Everybody from my course is going to be there."

"Why?" She asked, drying underneath her breasts.

"I don't know. I thought we were going to a city centre pub."

"When did you find out?"

"Today."

"Today? I wondered when."

"When what?"

"Never mind." She shook her head sadly and tuned her back on me so I could watch as she dried her ass cheeks then between them. "Just think about it."

I thought, but nothing came. Talking of coming. Jenny had one foot on the side of the bath whilst she dried between her toes.

"We'll be down in five minutes," I called down to Lucy, "do you mind putting the kettle on. It's out back in the kitchen."

I heard Lucy mumble something as I closed the door, unzipped my trousers and pulled my prick out as I moved to stand behind Jenny's ass cheeks. She looked back over her shoulder as she felt the tip of my prick between her cheeks.

"It'll have to be a quick one." She said, dropping to her knees on the bath side mat, discarded clothing and towel. I knelt behind her and, un-buckling my belt pushed my underpants and trousers down to my knees freeing my prick and ball.

I lined the tip of my prick against the opening to her fanny and pushed. She grunted. I pulled back, wet the tip with saliva and pushed again. This time she opened and I felt as if I was being pulled inside her.

There was a tap on the door.

"How do you like it?" Lucy asked.

"This is fine." Jenny whispered, rocking back and forth on my prick.

"Half a spoonful for Jenny and one and a half for me." I panted.

"It's just brewing." She said and I heard her moving back down the stairs.

"So am I." I gasped.

Jenny was so tight. I was building up. I speeded up. My balls felt as if they were growing, they suddenly felt heavier. I couldn't hold back. I was there. I could feel it leaving me. My prick jerking inside her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and looked down on her anus as it contracted and relaxed in time with my movements. 

I pulled my come covered cock from Jenny's hole and stood up and helped her to her feet.

She looked down at my prick then at my face. She must have liked what she saw there for she kissed my cheek.

I think we had better wash that if we are going out." She said, taking my prick in her hand and leading me to the sink.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15c



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15c: Another June Wedding Part 3

A Paul and Jenny Story.
(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved)
All events and characters are fictitious. As in all my stories no similarity with anyone, alive or dead, is intended. 

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Jenny.

Paul stood close behind me as I pulled up the zip at the side of my skirt and held one of my breasts in each hand. That felt nice. My body was still tingling from our last shag. I could have stayed like this for hours.

"Paul? Jenny? Your teas are getting cold." Lucy called up the stairs.

"Just coming." I called back in reply.

"I wish I was." Paul murmured in my ear.

"You just did." I pointed out.

Turning towards him I placed my arms about his neck and kissed him on the lips.

"Now I want you full at the weekend," I continued "so I think it's best we don't do it again before the wedding."

"We won't be able to after tomorrow." He sulked. "What with you staying at my parents and me with my grandfather."

"But think of Saturday night."

"I am."

I could feel he was. It was pressing into my pubic mound. I had to rub myself against it.

"I know it will be hard." I smiled up at him. I could feel it was. Damm that Lucy. Why did she have to come with him?

"We'd best go." I said.

I could feel myself weakening but determined to be strong and led him by the hand from the bedroom, down the stairs into the kitchen. I hoped his hard on had gone down by the time we reached Lucy. I saw her eyes immediately drop to his crotch. Obviously it hadn't.

"Is this one mine?" I asked, picking up a mug of tea.

"I didn't sugar either." Lucy replied her eyes still fixed on the front of Paul's trousers.

Would Paul have the sense to sit down? 

No. He put a spoonful of sugar into the second mug and carried it to the kitchen window where he stood with his back to us looking out.

"We really must do something with this garden," he said, then pointed with one hand. "I thought that if I got hold of some paving slabs we could lay a small patio area there where we could sit out in the evenings."

"That's a good idea." I agreed. "When we get back from Spain."

"Is that where you are going on honeymoon?" Lucy asked.

"Yes. Paul's family have a villa out there." I replied moving to Paul's side and, turning on the tap, rinsing out my mug.

I took his mug from his hand and did the same to that. He looked miles away.

I leaned my head against his shoulder. He turned his head and smiled down at me.

"Not having second thoughts are you?" I whispered.

"No." He replied kissing my forehead.

"Everyone will be waiting in the pub for you." Lucy said moving towards the door as if trying to say move your asses.

"Us?" Paul asked.

"Sometimes, I despair of you." I said and shook my head sadly. 

He couldn't see the wood from the trees on occasions. 

"Let's go." I took his hand in mine. "Do you have some money?"

"About twenty pounds." He replied.

"I'm sure they'll let us run a tab in the bar."

We walked down the hill to the pub with Lucy leading and Paul walking by my side holding my hand.

The car park was full for a mid week lunchtime. I checked Paul's wristwatch as we went inside. It was a quarter to two. Normally that would give us forty-five minutes until closing time. Lucy led the way into the main bar. There were only the normal six or eight people you'd expect on weekday lunchtime. Lucy went straight through to the door at the far end that opened onto the short corridor with entrances to the toilets, lounge bar and functions room.

A loud cheer went up as we followed Lucy into the function room. There must have been upwards of fifty people there.

Paul stopped dead in his tracks and I'm sure he would have turned to run if I hadn't been holding him.

"You knew?" He asked, looking at me.

"I thought they'd do something but I wasn't expecting this." 

I couldn't say anymore. Shirley came up and hugged me then kissed my cheeks than she hugged and kissed Paul. It was the sign for the music to begin.

Between hugs and handshakes and kisses I lost contact with Paul finally reaching him as Lucy's tongue was making acquaintance with his tonsils. His hands were getting over friendly with her ass cheeks come to think of it.

I wormed my way in between them.

"Remember who you came with." I hinted.

He looked so sheepish. Like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

"It wasn't my fault." He hissed as Mrs Morrell, my senior tutor, led us to the stage at the far end of the hall.

"Shush." I hissed back. "Later."

I gave his hand a squeeze. I hope he had a speech prepared.

The music stopped and I looked to the twin-decked disco on the end of the stage and saw that it was Paul's friend Steve who was acting as DJ. One handed as one of his hands was behind Shirley's back and she was smiling.

Steve handed the microphone to Mrs. Morrell.

"Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen and especially Paul and Jenny. Soon to be Mr and Mrs Wagstaffe."

This announcement was greeted by thunderous applause.

I turned over in my bed and looked at my alarm clock. Seven-fifteen. It was daylight. It must be morning. I didn't feel too badly, all things considered. The bar in the back room had stayed open until the main pub re-opened again at six o'clock that evening. We had both drunk to much. Danced too much. Laughed too much. And I'd even had time for a good cry with Shirley. It had been lovely. The presents were nice as well. No, it had been perfect. I'm was glad we hadn't tried to make love last night when we came home. I knew Paul had been willing but his flesh, or a certain part of it, had definitely been weak.

I heard the sounds of the piano being played. Slowly. Just picking out the notes of a melody. Slowly, sadly. Then a sudden burst as he brought his right hand in to play, then, as if he remembered the time of day he went back to playing slowly.

For Natasha. Those had been the words on the top of the sheet music his mother had placed in the stool of his piano. Written by his great uncle who had been a concert pianist in the early years of the century who had lost a hand on the Somme in 1916. (See, An Hour before Mass).

A difficult piece to play until you realised it was written to be played left-handed. Even then it was still technically difficult. 

Paul would never take his own playing seriously. He seemed content to bang out numbers in a pub when he'd had a few beers but on those too rare evenings when he would play for me I would melt before him. He was much better then he thought he was. He'd even accompanied a Cabaret singer in Jamaica and helped her land a resident's contract in the most prestigious. He'd dismissed his part as it was anything anyone could have done. I'd heard them. She was good but it was his playing that had made the evening for me. When the contract had been offered it had been offered to both of them.

Apparently she had moved on to America and was doing well now. Packing them in the Wolfenstein chain of Hotels. I hoped she still wasn't letting Howie have it.

The tune downstairs changed. This was new. I'd never heard this one before. He played some notes then added some cords. Stopped as if he was thinking then started again. It was lovely. The music was at just the right level. The bed was warm and comfortable. 

I stretched and scratched.

Something else needed scratching. I ran my fingers through my pubic hairs freeing some knots. I could feel the skin being pulled underneath. I took hold of four or five hairs near the mound of my clitoris and gently pulled them. I could feel my skin moving over my clit. I released the hairs took hold of some more in a different place and pulled them. The hood over my clit moved again. I let go of my hairs and squeezed my clit between the first and second fingers of my right hand. I needed that, the pressure had been building.

Relax and listen to the music. He'd started again. Slowly, carefully picking out the notes of the melody. My fingers still held my clit between them. I could feel it swelling. Becoming more sensitive with each second that passed, with each note that was played. The music was moving faster, flowing, so were my fingers. I bent my knees and let my legs flop open. The sudden movement pulled the bedclothes from the top half of my body. My hand kept moving. I was coming. I heard a noise, sensed a movement and I looked down. My breasts with there erect nipples. Between them, standing at the foot of the bed in his bath-towel was Paul looking down on me. I hadn't noticed the music stop or heard him on the stairs.

My fingers frooze on my clit. I wanted to turn my head away but I couldn't move. I couldn't move when he pulled the bed covers from my body leaving me naked on the bed. I could do nothing when he knelt on the end of the bed, his bath-towel falling to the floor and his hand moved mine away. I felt his breath, warm, moist against the lips of my fanny before his lips touched them, releasing me. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue entered me. I lifted my hips from the bed as he searched for my clit. I gave a sharp cry as he found it. Just touching it. Then sucking it. Then touching it. Then moving it from side to side. I gasped as he pushed first one then a second finger inside me moving them in and out as he would his cock.

I lifted my feet from the bed and placed them on his shoulders hoping he would go to the place I wanted him to go. His tongue left my clit and his lips sucked on mine as his mouth moved down. I could feel his breath on the soft skin between my holes then on my anus. My body jerked as the tip of his tongue touched it. It moved around it as if feeling for each tight fold of skin. The sensations were sensational. 

Somebody was sobbing with pleasure. It was me. I felt a sharp stab of pain as his tongue pushed up inside me and willed my ring not to fight its passage. He swirled his tongue around inside me then he withdrew it and I felt the tip of his finger take its place before my hole could fully tighten. It hurt, but then his tongue was back against my clit. His finger was pushing up inside me his tongue was flicking my clit from side to side. Faster, further in, faster still, further still. 

Something seemed to explode inside me as I came with an intensity I hadn't felt in ages.

Ow. It hurt as he pulled his finger from my ass hole.

I opened my eyes and looked down between my legs. 

He was sitting on his heels stroking his prick to full hardness.

"Yes." I said. "I thought."

I had to stop and let my breathing steady.

"I thought," I continued, "that we had agreed that we were going to save all your stuff until Saturday."

"I'm here to re-negotiate." He said, looming above me and positioning the tip of his prick against the still wide-open lips of my fanny and pushing gently inside me.

"Re-negotiate?" I gasped, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he began moving in and out.

"This is my opening gambit."

"It's opening me." I panted as he quickened.

"Do you think there's anything in it?" He panted back.

"There's certainly something in it." I agreed, turning my head to one side then back again as I had a little come. 

"You alright."

Of course I'm fucking all right.

"Yes. You?"

"Yes." He replied. 

He was moving faster, and faster, I could feel him growing inside me. Not yet. Don't come yet. Now. I dug my nails into his back as I came. I could feel him jerking inside me. Moving slowly in and out. Stopping. Softening inside me. He pulled out and rolled onto his side next to me.

"We will have to make a move soon." He said, placing his arm around my shoulders and feeling for my anus with his index finger as I snuggled up to his body with my head on his shoulder. "We are expected at my parents for lunch and you have to pick up Shirley and take her with you."

"We don't have to go yet." I said, kissing his chest then his jaw-bone. "I want to re-negotiate some more."

His prick jerked as I placed my hand upon his balls.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15d



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15d: Another June Wedding Part 4

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

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June 1972.

Paul.

I walked down to the village pub with Steve and Len at seven in the evening. Jenny's warning about only to have a couple and not to get into trouble when I'd last seen her the previous afternoon still rang in my ears. 

I'd been very good the night before. I'd stayed with my grandfather and drank some very fine Brandy. He'd taken some photographs from a drawer and spread them out on the kitchen table, where we were sitting after eating the fish and chips I'd driven into Taunton to buy for supper while he was taking Millie, my old black Labrador for a walk.

In the afternoon I'd gone with Steve to collect our morning dress and top hats from the outfitters and we had both had haircuts at the barbers. 

It certainly made you feel special to wear clothes like that. Long tails to the jacket, a high buttoned waistcoat and a matching grey top hat. We both had a pair of soft white leather gloves to carry. Crisp white shirts hung in my wardrobe above the shiny new patent leather shoes. Two new white ties lay flat in my sock drawer.

Steve had then left to help Len with the transport arrangements. We had given Len that job. I suppose I could have had two best men like Royalty sometimes does. But then Len was the son of a Haulage Company owner. It was the best use of his talents to get him to arrange the transport. He did know all the right people in that area.

Steve was to be best man. I'd asked him how his speech was going hoping to get an idea of what he was going to say but all he replied was that he'd knock something up on the day. I was going to keep mine formal. Just thank everybody and their dog. Steer clear of the jokes and make everyone go 'Ah' by telling Jenny I loved her in front of them. That could be the difficult part. I had trouble saying to her when we were alone. To do it in front of two hundred people. I might leave that bit out after all.

The photographs my grandfather had spread out were mostly discoloured with age. Some of the images were indistinct but he saw them as if they had been taken the day before. I'd carefully picked up one of a young man standing beside a First World War bi-plane. He had still been a teenager when he'd flown and that was after a year in the trenches. My great Uncle Alistair would have come back from the front before this photo had been taken, minus a hand and a career. I'd wish I'd known him. Eight photographs. That was all that remained. One picture showed him holding a young boy of eighteen months of age. Both staring wide eyed into the camera lens. The same family features were strong in both of us. He didn't look well and had died within nine months.

One with Natasha, his wife, in a smart two piece suit. She carried a bouquet and he wore a white flower in his buttonhole. She'd lost her first husband in the First World War and had married Uncle Alistair in 1922. They had married in the Old Catholic chapel that stood at the far end of the village after Alistair had converted to Catholicism. Natasha had always expressed a wish to be buried with the children of her first marriage who had both died in the great flu epidemic of 1919.

The Chapel and graveyard had been closed before the start of the Second World War and it had taken special permissions to have it re-opened to bury first Alistair in 1952 and Natasha when she had died in 1967. I remembered her funeral. They had lain her between Alistair and her children. It was the first time I could remember meeting Great Aunt Matilda and her daughter and granddaughters. My grandfather never mentioned his sister. She certainly never visited. They lived up near Bath, apparently. I got on well with my second cousins. One was my age and one a year younger. Strange how I was never encouraged too keep in contact.

The Wagstaffe's had lived in this area since the 1700's. Some had married into the Catholic faith and some out of it. I was sure I hadn't met all the relatives I had in the area even now. I had a feeling I was going to meet a lot more in the near future if my mother had anything to do with it.

I picked up a photo of Alistair, my Grandfather and my father standing with Roddrego beside an open boat. They all carried rifles and bandoleers of ammunition around their necks except Alistair who had a revolver in the waistband of his trousers. 

"That would have been taken in Spain. Wouldn't it?" I'd asked.

"Yes." He'd confirmed. "In 1937. Your grandmother took it."

"Nobody will ever tell me what happened when you went there." I complained.

"Which time?" He'd asked.

"Either."

He'd picked up his of Brandy glass and swilled the contents around, warming it with the heat from his hand to release the spirits bouquet. 

"I cannot tell you everything." He said placing the glass on the table and, taking a cigar from the box in front of us, cut the end and struck a match to light it. "It should be your father really."

He drew on his cigar and let a steady stream of smoke slowly escape from between his lips. I found it fascinating to watch. Perhaps it was the Brandy I had drunk. I felt very peaceful.

Suddenly my grandfather was speaking.

"Roddrego was visiting with your grandmother and myself here when he received a letter. It was addressed in Spanish and I could see it had been posted in Gibraltar." He paused, looking out through the open kitchen door at the late afternoon shadows stealing across the terrace patio. "The letter had taken two weeks to reach him. It was from his Mother. She was concerned that the unrest that had started the trouble around Madrid was spreading down to where they were living in Grenada. It was still early in the Civil War. His father was steadfastly refusing to leave saying they had been forced out of one Country, and he had been the President, and he was not being forced out of a second.

"There had been riots in support of the various factions fighting in the north and centre of the country and it would only be a matter of time before it changed to all out fighting. She had heard of some horrible things happening, especially to the young girls in the remoter villages, as they passed from Army to Army in the fighting and she worried for their own staff. Would Roddrego please ask Senor Wagstaffe to write to his father and urge him to leave? He was one of the few people he would listen to."

"Of course I agreed to write. I knew Alistair had contacts in Government circles and I managed to get a phone call through to him and asked if he could have the letter taken at least as far as Gibraltar in a diplomatic bag. I had to wait for twenty-four hour to hear from him that our Ambassador in Madrid had been withdrawn and we now had no official representative within Spain. Alistair thought that the best plan would be to have Roddrego taken to Gibraltar and then see if there was some way he could then be safely taken into Spain and convince his father to leave. In fact, the Government thought it was a good idea that his father should leave Spain. We were to find out two years later why."

I thought of interrupting but now I had him opening up I didn't want to stop him.

"Alistair also said that if Roddrego were to come up to London then there was a plane that could be made available if he could get a pilot. There could be no official Government involvement as we hadn't yet chosen which side to officially support. We seldom did until we knew who was going to win. Anyway, they would have to fly through France and along Spain's Mediterranean coast to land at Gibraltar. It would be best if Roddrego left England un-noticed."

"When I told Roddrego what Alistair had said he had asked me to be his pilot. I had flown his father and himself out of their country during the rebellion in the early 1920's. I'd looked at Margaret. She'd been pregnant with your father when we had all flown out. He had only come back from school for the Easter break three days before."

'Of course we must go.' Margaret had said. 'But what to do about David.'

'What about me?' Your father had said, entering the sitting room at that moment. I think he must have overheard some of what we had been saying. 'Why do you have to do anything with me?'

"I certainly hadn't intended to take them both with me. I hadn't even thought of Margaret going let alone David. I did know the response I would be likely to get from your grandmother if I had suggested that that she remain behind with him. Besides I had only been a year older then your father when I had first gone to France in the Great War. They could come to Gibraltar. At that momment, as far as we knew, only Roddrego would actually be going into Spain."

"The telephone had rung. It was Alistair wanting to know our plans. I told him the whole family wanted to go so I hoped it was a sizeable aeroplane. He was silent for a moment then said that was fine as he was coming with us."

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Roland Wagstaffe

Gibraltar 1937.

I landed the aeroplane on Gibraltar air field at seven thirty in the evening five days after Roddrego had received the letter from his mother and taxied to the collection of buildings which housed the immigration and arrival lounge.

As we climbed out of the plane a man in RAF Officers uniform climbed in and took my place in the pilot's seat.

A man in a dark grey lightweight suit greeted Alistair and we were whisked through the lounge and out into two waiting cars with no more than a glance by the officials at our travel documents. 

We were driven a short distance up onto the Rock and I looked out over the harbour at the lights on the rows of Warships at anchor. I yawned and stretched. 

"Tired dear?" Margaret asked, resting her head on my shoulder.

I felt the familiar tingle that I had everytime she touched me. Nearly twenty years since we had first met. I placed my arm around her shoulders. She kissed my cheek. David looked back over his shoulder at us from where he was sitting in the front next to the driver then quickly turned away. He was still at an age where signs of affection between adults, especially his own parents, embarrassed him.

I looked past David at the rear window of the car in front as Margaret took my hand in hers. I could see the outline of Alistair's head and Roddrego's. Alistair's head was moving from side to front, as he talked to Roddrego in the back seat and the man in the grey suit, George Mandell, in the front seat next to the driver.

We pulled into the Artillery Barracks and the cars drew up beside a side entrance to the Officers mess. Two British Army mess stewards in white jackets with red badges of rank ushered us inside and into an anteroom. The sounds of conversation and the smell of freshly cooked food came to us. I suddenly felt very hungry.

The Bombardier mess steward asked us to take a seat and assured us that dinner would be served shortly. We all sat down in the comfortable chairs and waited. I tried to draw Alistair into conversation, hoping to hear what had been discussed in the other car on the journey from the airport but he was tight-lipped.

Finally we were lead into the main dining room. It looked as if the previous occupants had had a very hurried meal, as some of the staff were still clearing away plates and half full serving dishes. A man wearing the uniform of a Lieutenant Colonel of Artillery, who introduced himself the Commanding officer, Mike Roberts greeted us.

We all ate heartily from the dishes that suddenly appeared as if by magic from the mess kitchens. Flying in an un-pressurised cabin at eight thousand feet for four hours certainly gives you an appetite. Not once during the meal was the purpose of our visit mentioned.

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Paul.

In the pub I tried to organise a kitty but was told, in no un-certain terms that my money was no good. Stephanie, the landlords daughter came out from behind the bar and kissed me on each cheek then pecked Steve on his before pulling Len's head down to her own and locking their lips together. I was sure I could hear the slurping of their tongues inside each other's mouths. 

We broke them up when Len's hands cupped her ass cheeks then started to lift her skirt up at the back. It raised a cheer in the bar. Stephanie went bright red and scampered into the lounge bar out of sight.

A glass of beer was placed in my hand. A second appeared before I was half way through it.

"Don't forget what Jenny said." I said to Steve and Len.

"I didn't hear her say anything." Steve replied, looking at the ceiling. "What about you? Len."

"Did she say something?" He was looking at Stephanie in the lounge bar. "Bastards." I said, taking a gulp of beer. Why hadn't I had my stag night on Thursday night like Jenny did her Hen night?

It was these two. I thought for a moment of sneaking out but where could I go? Only back to Grandfather's. He and my father were dropping in for a drink later. I think on my mother's orders to make sure I was going to be all right. Well, if I was going to get into trouble I might as well enjoy it.

Steve called for silence.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." He shouted so that all could hear over the jukebox.

The Landlord turned a knob behind the bar and the music faded.

"In case anybody didn't know Paul is getting married tomorrow." He started.

More beer. Then more. I was sitting at the piano playing my medley of Beatles songs when my father and Grandfather joined us with my Mother's Brother. The clock behind the bar swam momentarily into focus. It was nine-thirty already. Only an hour to closing time. I felt great. No I didn't. I needed piss. 

I brought my playing to an abrupt end with a flourish then stood up. Oh. Slower next time, as I held the top of the piano to stop the room from swaying.

"You alright?" Somebody asked.

It was my Grandfather. He had a glass of whisky in his hand. No, two. Two hands and two glasses. I thought.

"I'm fine." I replied. "Just need the toilet."

"Go with him Steve." I heard my Father say.

Steve would have to do what he was told now. He worked for my Father's firm of accountants.

We stood shoulder to shoulder in the urinals pointing Percy at the porcelain. Steve finished first and my eyes automatically went to his hands and prick as he shook off the drips. Fascinating things, are cocks. My own stream ended and I shook it off without taking my eyes from Steve's prick. We stood still for a few seconds. Then I lifted my eyes to his face. His own eyes were on my prick. He seemed to be miles away. I wondered if he was thinking back to when we were in Northern Ireland together on that camping trip. (Paul and Jenny. The First Time). Was he thinking back to when he had pushed his prick up my ass or to when he had sucked me off after Shirley had given him a blow job? Or to when he'd had to watch as Tommy had fucked me?

I heard somebody in the corridor outside and hurriedly stuffed my prick back inside my trousers. We both pulled up our zips as one. Then we both rinsed our hands under the cold water tap and used the roller towel together then stepped out into the short corridor that lead back to the bars and to the door down to the cellar. The cellar door. It clicked shut as we looked. Strange. I looked at Steve and he looked at me. Who would be going down there this time of night? If they were going for stock surely they would leave the door open to make it easier to carry it up. 

"Something funny going on." I said.

Steve nodded his agreement.

"Yeah. What shall we do?"

We both thought for a few seconds then both walked to the door and listened for perhaps another twenty seconds. I couldn't hear anything. I tried the handle. It was unlocked. I opened it and we slipped inside.

"Oh. Oh."

It sounded like a woman's voice. We crept slowly down the stairs and looked into the first room.

"Ah."

Another sound, not from this room. 

We went to the second door to the room that held the bottled beers. The inside light wasn't switched on and we only had the light from the bulb at the top of the stairs to see by but it was enough. She was on her knees straddling a man's hips. Leant forward we could see her ass cheeks opening and closing as she slid her pussy up and the length of somebody's prick. It was quite a big prick.

"Big prick." I whispered into Steve's ear.

"Bigger than yours." He agreed.

I didn't think that was very fair. My prick was at least as big as his was. Never mind now. The girl was moving faster and the man's hands reached behind her to hold her ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart as he started to lift his hips from the ground to get more of his prick inside her. It was a nice pussy, very moist looking and the ass hole was tight and round.

"Do you recognise her." I whispered. 

Steve had fucked just about every girl in the area so I thought it was a fairly safe bet that he would know her, even from this angle.

"No..." He started to whisper back to me when Len lifted his head from behind Stephanie's naked shoulder as she gave a loud sigh and panted.

"Will you two fuck off."

Stephanie shrieked. I felt certain I heard a slurp as she pulled herself off Len's prick and, pulling her knees up to her tits, tried to cover her whole body with her blouse.

Well, really. We were only trying to safeguard the Landlords property after all. You'd think his daughter would have been pleased we were so public spirited. Women have very high pitched voices, especially when they scream.

"Go away. Go away."

She sounded hysterical.

We left.

Back in the bar two Whiskies were sitting next to my beer on top of the piano. 

"We were about to send out a search party for you." My father said as we joined the group at the bar. 

I noticed my old Scout Master, John, had joined us. This whisky tasted particularly smooth. I handed one of the glasses to Steve and watched as he drank, then I finished my glass and he handed the two glasses behind the bar for a re-fill.

"Go easy on that." My Father warned.

"Getting married tomorrow." I told him.

"I know." He re-assured me.

I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. It was Len. I looked up at his face. He didn't appear very pleased. Stephanie was glowering at me from the entrance to the lounge bar. What had I done?

"Have a drink, Len." I said.

"I'll get them," he replied. "What are you on? Whisky? Two doubles, please." He called to Ginny, the barmaid.

"We're leaving now." My Father said. "You'll look after them alright, won't you Len?"

"I'll see to them. Don't you worry." Len replied.

To Be Continued...



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15e



A Romance.

Paul.

The air outside felt cool when we left the pub. I breathed deeply. I was so happy. I was getting married the next day. Two-thirty in the afternoon. I saw Skip helping Steve. I was glad I wasn't as bad as he was. He couldn't stand. I must help them. I left the wall I found myself leaning against and took a step forward. The ground was coming closer. I felt strong hands holding me. 

"Steady Paul."

It sounded like Len's voice.

"Steve." I managed to say the one word.

"Don't worry," said Len soothingly. "I'll look after you."

That was nice. I was just going to close my eyes for a second. Somebody else was standing by my other side. I was going to tell them about what my grandfather had told me. It seemed such a long time ago. I was sure he hadn't told me everything. Missed out the juicy bits. I wondered if they still had sex back then. I just had to rest my eyes for a moment.

Spain 1937.

Roland Wagstaffe. I awoke in the bed next to Margaret. I looked across at the lumps and hollows she made in her bed-covers and thought of joining her. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. She turned over and smiled at me. I reached out and we held hands.

A second knock. 

"Hallo." I called. "Who is it?"

"It's me. Alistair." He replied. "Breakfast in fifteen minutes in the main dining room."

"We'll be there." Margaret answered.

"Damm." I exclaimed, swinging my legs out from beneath my bed-covers and sitting up still holding her hand.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I didn't want to get up just yet." 

"No?" She asked. "And what would you have rather done instead?"

"I think you can guess?"

"I think I probably could."

I stood up and looked down at her. Nearly twenty years and just the sight of her still excited me. Her eyes went to the mound in my pyjama trousers. I moved closer towards her.

"Do you think we have time?" She asked, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Yes." I replied, reaching with my other hand and pulling back the bedclothes.

I looked first at the swellings of her breasts beneath the material of her nightdress and at the secondary mounds formed by the swellings of her nipples.

I released her hand and, reaching down, pulled up the hem of her nightdress exposing her mass of dark pubic hair as her own finger wormed their way inside the fly hole of my pyjamas and pulled my cock out through the opening.

I gasped as her finger pulled my foreskin back and forth. I reached down between her legs and ran my finger along her slit feeling it open beneath my touch. It was her turn to gasp as I pushed my finger inside her. Her thighs opened wider allowing my hand full access.

I could hear people moving in the corridor outside. 

"We haven't much time." She whispered.

"I know." I agreed and, taking my finger from her hole knelt between her legs and undid my trouser cord. 

As my trousers fell to my knees Margaret guided me forward by my cock until I loomed over her. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth as she positioned me against her opening, releasing her hold as I moved forward, sliding it slowly into her. She placed her hands on my back and gripped my hips with the insides of her thighs as I moved in and out. I kissed her forehead then her nose as she lifted up her head and then her mouth.

She gasped out loud as I quickened. Her breathing shortening. I could feel the sweat breaking out on my back, running down between my buttocks. I could tell she was nearly there and held myself back from coming until I felt her tense beneath me then I came.

I kissed her forehead again, as we lay joined together.

"Hmm." She sighed.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Of course." She lifted her head and kissed my chin. "It was lovely."

Another knock came at the door.

"Mum. Dad. Are you ready yet." David called.

"Yes." I replied. 

With very little encouragement I could be.

Margaret smiled up at me.

"We'll be along shortly." She said. "You go on."

I could feel her hole tightening around me. I was growing inside her. I started to move. She closed her eyes and turned her head to one side. I could see the throbbing vein in the side of her neck. I moved faster. She groaned then gasped. I moved faster still. She was making little noises in the back of her throat. She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. I could feel myself building. I was panting. I was moving faster. She cried out as I came inside her.

I pulled out and lay on the edge of the bed by her side. I felt one breast then the other as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I think we had better go in." She said, lifting my hand and kissing my fingers. "They'll be waiting for us."

After breakfast we were all taken into a large room in a building behind the mess. It was set up as a classroom and I could imagine it was used for teaching junior Officers and for planning meetings. We were going to have one of those.

At the front of the room stood Alistair and the man in the grey suit together with a third man who they introduced as Miguel.

The remainder of us, Margaret, myself, David, Roddrego, the Commanding Officer and another man in uniform who was not in the Royal Artillery from his cap badge sat at desks.

"Miguel comes from that area," George, the man in the grey suit explained, "but moved to a village just north of the border with Spain ten years ago when he married. He has kindly agreed to drive Senior Roddrego and."

He paused and looked towards Alistair.

"As you know, Rolly." Alistair said, looking straight at me. "The President is not on very good terms with Roddrego. We discussed it last night and feel that there is a better chance that he would agree to leave if you went as well."

I looked at Margaret. Suddenly she looked worried. I wasn't too happy myself. No. That was wrong. This had been planed from the beginning. Asking Roddrego to provide his own pilot when Alistair knew that the only one he knew in England was I.

"If you leave within the hour you should be back before nightfall or at the very latest tomorrow morning." George coaxed.

"It would be a little adventure my friend." Roddrego smiled at me.

Yes it would. After our return from South America in 1920 I had lived quietly. Owning a succession of small planes and flying them was the only excitement in my life. Some might say that to have survived a tour of duty in the trenches in the Great War and then to have become a fighter pilot and escape a revolution was excitement enough for one lifetime. I also had a wife and a child to consider. A thriving Accountants company. Reasonably well off. Did I really need this? Yes, I did.

I looked at Margaret again and smiled. She smiled back. I could see a light in her own eyes.

"Of course I'll come with you." I said.

The man in the uniform of a Major in Army Intelligence stood up and started to speak. 

"There is a certain amount of unrest in the Malaga area but it hasn't developed into open warfare. Most of that is concentrated in the central plains around Spain and towards the northern coast. We don't envisage your having too many problems getting there or getting back. We had word from another contact in that area that the President is well and that no harm as come to them. This information is only three days old, but we feel that the sooner you make this trip the better."

"Miguel has kindly agreed to drive you to the Presidents villa and return with you." The Major continued. "The vehicle is very basic but it is unlikely to attract any attention."

Miguel's job was delivering fresh vegetables to the military bases in an old open-topped truck. After kisses and handshakes Roddrego and I climbed into the back and sat on some green canvas behind the cab, the rear window of that had long been broken, so we could speak to Miguel as we drove. We both wore our shirts open and left our jackets behind in our rooms. We carried our passports stamped with entry visas for Spain inside our shirts.

Miguel took the road east to Malaga, an hour or so along what was little more than a dust track in places. The nearer to the town we came the clearer were the signs of unrest. We passed one farmhouse in ruins. The remains were still smoking. We passed two groups of men carrying an assortment of weapons from rifles and pistols to hand axes and pitchforks. Many carried bottles and were obviously drunk. One man tried to stop us by standing in front of us but Miguel refused to halt and the man leapt to one side at the last moment. We could hear the laughter of his companions as we sped away.

We entered a small village near the outskirts of Malaga and Miguel pulled up in the small square. There had been a number of shops in the main street. All had been looted and burnt. Some old women and children were picking through the rubble. 

"This is my village." Miguel said, looking around at the devastation with tears running down his cheeks. "My sister and her husband ran the cantina." 

We followed him across the square to a two-storey double fronted building. Both of the large glass windows had been smashed and the tables inside were overturned as if there had been a fight. A man sat with his back to the short bar starring at the doorway. His hair was matted with blood around which flies were buzzing. I didn't need to feel for his pulse to know that he was dead.

Miguel knelt by his side for a second. 

"Juan." He said, looking up at us. "My sister's husband."

The door which opened onto the stairs leading up to what I imagined to be the living quarters had been broken and torn from its hinges.

Miguel covered Juan's head and shoulders with a serving cloth then stood up and walked slowly to the foot of the stairs. He stood still looking up for a few seconds. 

"Stay here." Roddrego said in Spanish placing his hand upon his shoulder. "We will go."

Miguel didn't move as we filed past him and climbed the open wooden staircase. Looking up I could see the sky where the roof used to be. 

I recognised the smell of burning flesh before we opened the first door. A woman, perhaps in her late thirties, was tied in a St Andrews cross to the metal-framed double bed. She was naked. Somebody had set alight the bedding on which she lay and most of her hair was burnt away and her face and shoulders blackened and blistered. There were bloodstains and flies on the insides of her thighs and a hole through one of her breasts where somebody had plunged a knife into her chest.

I took out my pocket knife and cut free her limbs. We closed her legs and folded her hands across her breasts then covered her body with a blanket. As we turned to leave I heard what sounded like a sob coming from the big old-fashioned wardrobe. I stepped up to it and pulled on the handle. Both doors opened to reveal a line of clothes hanging from a single rail. A pile of loose clothing was heaped in one corner. I lifted the top of the pile. Something inside pulled it back. I pulled again. The sobbing increased. I pulled really hard and the bundle tumbled out onto the floor of the bedroom. Part of the bundle stood up and ran towards the door into Roddrego's arms. 

As the loose clothing fell away I could see it was a girl. Not much older then my David. 

She screamed.

"Don't worry." Roddrego said, holding her wrists as she struck for his eyes with her finger- nails. "We are not going to hurt you."

I heard Miguel on the stairs.

"Uncle." The girl cried on seeing him.

Roddrego released her and she flew into Miguel's arms.

"Conchita." Miguel said smoothing her hair as he held her tight; his eyes on the blanket covered mound on the bed.

"Oh Uncle." Conchita blurted. "It was horrible. They came last night. They wanted drink. Lots of it. Then they wanted woman. Mother made me hide when we heard the sounds of fighting downstairs. Then they came for her."

"Shush." Miguel said into hair, his eyes still fixed on the bed. "Try to forget."

We took Conchita out to the truck then, after installing her in the cab, discussed our next move.

Roddrego was for pushing on straight away. We were only fifteen minutes away from Malaga and the Villa was a further twenty minutes drive up into the overlooking hills. Miguel was adamant he was going nowhere until he had buried his sister and brother. They both looked to me for the deciding vote.

What was I to decide? We needed to get on and yet I couldn't leave this man's family to the flies and whatever else might visit. I could see a number of dogs sniffing through the ruins of the various buildings and crows and Vultures were starting to gather. "What if we?" I hesitated, it was a horrible prospect but we needed to get on.

"Yes." Roddrego said expectantly.

"What if we take them with us and bury them properly when we reach the villa." I wasn't over keen on spending an hour in the back of the truck with two corpses but I could think of nothing else.

Roddrego and Miguel looked at each other. "We will do this." Roddrego declared.

"Yes." Miguel nodded.

Miguel explained to Conchita what we were going to do whilst Roddrego and I collected Juan from the bar. When we came out of the bar carrying him I saw Conchita was crying and that Miguel had lowered the tailgate of the truck. We handed him up to Miguel who laid him out. Then it was his wife's, Marguita's, turn. Roddrego and I carried he body down the stairs wrapped it a blanket and we laid her beside her husband. Then we climbed back on board and Miguel lifted and secured the tailgate. 


"I think we should fit the cover." Miguel said. 

Roddrego and I struggle to fit the heavy material over the metal frame but finally succeeded and Miguel and Conchita laced it into place.

Finally, after what seemed an age, we were off. I could see more smoke ahead of us through the windscreen of the truck as we drove out of the village towards Malaga. 



Jenny.

I looked at Paul's mother, Mary over the rim of my wineglass. For the first time in days, it seemed' I was almost alone.

Paul's father, David, had gone to have a drink with him and to check that he wasn't doing anything silly. My parents had gone to bed as had Shirley.

This was nice wine. Mary poured some more into her own glass and offered to top mine up. I shook my head. 

"No thank you." I said. "I must keep a clear head for tomorrow."

"You're right I suppose." Mary agreed sipping from her glass.

She seemed a little tipsy. 

"Have I shown you the pictures we have of Paul as a child?" She asked, rising a little unsteadily from her armchair and opening a drawer in the sideboard.

She had, but I enjoyed looking at them.

"Not recently." I replied.

"Good," she said, sitting by my side with a large photograph album in her hands.

She went through them for me. Paul in his christening robe, Paul in his pram, in his wheel chair then being held by various members of his family. Then growing up. A photo of him as a Wolf Cub then as a Scout. With his friends. I could recognise Len and Steve and Tommy. Tommy. My anus automatically clenched tight whenever I saw a picture of him. He had been an animal. Trying to bugger me in front of everyone like that.

Then some pictures with me. With me and Linda and Len on the beach. With me and Shirley and Steve.

She turned the last page. There was an old brown envelope I'd never seen before in the back of the book. Her hand hesitated over it for a few seconds then she picked it up and took a picture out of it. Again she hesitated then she handed it to me. It was a picture of her holding Paul dressed for his christening seated next to Paul's great Uncle Alistair.

Alistair was looking down at Paul with a smile on his face whilst Mary was looking at him with, what was that look? I looked at Paul that way sometimes. There was a softness around her eyes. The hint of a smile on her lips. A face filled with love.

Her eyes were full of tears when I handed the photo back.

"I wish he could have been here." She said.



Spain 1937

Roland Wagstaffe.

It took us nearly three hours to reach the Villa. Malaga appeared to be on fire. Masses of people thronged the streets looking for somewhere to go. Some had tried to climb on board our truck but it had been well laced down and the few who managed to get a finger hold we pushed off. Gangs of men, some carrying weapons were following the crowds. Pulling some people out. I saw an old man shot and a young girl, a very young girl, dragged into an alleyway by three men.

Miguel stopped for nothing. If it looked as if we would be stopped he would put his head out of the window and making the fascist salute, swear with some profanity. Finally we were out of the town proper and heading up into the hills.

I went to the back of the truck, carefully stepping over the bodies of Juan and Marguita, and looked out through a slit in the canvas. The world seemed to be on fire. I could hear the crackle of gunfire and the louder boom of an explosion.

The truck was pulling to a stop and I quickly unfastened the back flap and Roddrego and I climbed out.

The Villa looked so peaceful. Seven times Margaret and I had visited the President and his wife here. Everything looked the same except that it was so still. So quiet. Something wasn't right.

A gasp from Conchita drew our attention to the drainage ditch that ran, like a small moat, around the high walls of the Villa. In the bottom of the ditch lay the bodies of two men in Policemen's uniforms. They both appeared to have been shot in the head.

The Government of the King had always provided a token guard for this guest of the country. I even recognised them. I didn't know their names I just knew them from previous visits. They had been old then. They must have both been past retirement age. To end their lives like this. Lying in the bottom of a ditch with their faces blown off from a bullet in the back of the head and I didn't know their names.

The others were heading through the gates towards the Villa so I quickly followed. The front doors were open and we entered. It was cool inside compared with the heat of mid day outside. 

A man lay dead at the top of the stairs that lead down to the servants quarters. He wore corduroy trousers and a khaki shirt. There were two holes in the front of his shirt and a generous puddle of blood beneath him. 

I gestured to Conchita to remain where she was but she caught hold of my hand and followed closely as I started down the stairs. 

A second man lay curled up in a little ball at the foot of the stairs his hands clenched tightly to his stomach. He still wore the beret that was the uniform of the Communist faction. I'd seen people die of gunshot wounds to the stomach before in the Great War. Two hours of agony where all you companions could do was watch and listen.

I touched the man on the shoulder and he toppled onto his side. Protruding from the waistband of his trousers was the blood stained butt of a revolver. I reached down and pulled it free. Pulling my hand free from Conchita's grip I broke open the weapon and checked the chambers. Five were loaded and the sixth empty.

I continued down the corridor holding the revolver out in front of me. I could smell death. Two men lay dead in the first room we came to. One still grasped his rifle in both hands. The other's lay in the corner of the room as if he'd thrown it a way in disgust. 

On the floor, by the side of the narrow bed lay the body of a man with a full head of grey hair. His automatic pistol lay on the floor by his side, the carriage pulled back exposing the empty chamber. He'd fired his last bullet before they'd killed him.

Roddrego looked down on his body. His shoulders were shaking with emotion.

"Who was he." Conchita whispered by my side.

"He was my father's Chief of Staff and my friend." Roddrego replied.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15e



"Help me." I heard Miguel call.

We hurried out of the room both Roddrego and I picking up a rifle and the men's ammunition bandoleers in passing and followed the sound of Miguel's voice.

There were three girls in the room. All three were naked. They were huddled in a corner trying to make themselves as small as possible. You didn't need to see the bloodied thighs and the bruised bodies to know they had been abused. They told you with their eyes.

They cowered away from Miguel who sensibly did not approach them. I could see recognition then relief sweep over them as if a wave as first I then Roddrego entered the room. They threw themselves at his feet crying, talking then screaming. We comforted them as best we could but it seemed an age before they calmed enough for us to ask them any questions.

When we did it was to discover that Roddrego's father and mother were at the Convent higher up the valley and that the Chief of Staff had returned for the domestic staff when the Communist troops had arrived in search of drink, money and woman. They had found enough of each in the end. But it had cost them dear.

We managed to get the girls dressed and made our way back to the main entrance. They moved slowly, obviously in pain. 

I looked out of the front door just as the first Communist soldiers returned. I saw them examining our Truck and tipping out the bodies of Juan and Marguita then they turned their attention towards the Villa.



Jenny.

June 1972.

I watched as Mary replaced the photograph inside the envelope. She placed her hand on mine.

"It was in 1949. I'd only been married nine months. Paul's father had qualified as an Accountant and he was working for a company in Bristol for two years. To widen his experience as his father had said. We were living in number 27. Do you like that house? I loved it?"

"So do I." I agreed.

"Natasha had to go into hospital for an operation. I agreed to stay in their flat in London whist she was in and for a few days after until she was back on her feet. Alistair was so busy. He'd leave early in the mornings and not return until late at night so I hardly saw him for the first few days. Natasha's operation didn't go as well as expected and she had to stay in hospital for longer than originally planned. I agreed to stay on. Roland suddenly had more time. I think that whatever he had been working on was finished. He had obviously been under a lot of strain. We'd both gone to visit Natasha that evening. Seven o'clock had come and visiting hour was over and we had stopped off in the Restaurant at the end of the street for supper. We'd drunk a bottle of wine and a Brandy afterwards. Normally I had found Alistair a little remote and aloof but not tonight. He was brighter and more cheerful than I'd ever seen him before. Natasha would get better. His work was finished. He made me laugh out loud. I couldn't think what the other diners must have thought. Me, a young girl in her early twenties with a man in his fifties. No, I think I could imagine what they thought."

"We strolled arm in arm back to the flat and Alistair had opened a bottle of champagne. We shared the piano stool while he played. One handed. His artificial hand resting on his lap. He played that tune. The one Paul played that night on his twenty-first birthday. I closed my eyes whilst he did and it was as if it were Alistair playing."

(note: see An Hour before Mass/A Birthday Treat)

My eyes were filling.

"He stopped once, Alistair that is, and looked down at his lap. So much talent was lost to the world that day in France. I never managed to get him to talk about it. Perhaps I would have in time but I didn't know then that time wasn't something he would have. Three years. That was all."

"He continued to play. Other tunes. All were sad and beautiful. We sipped our champagne then he turned my face towards him and he kissed me. Gently. Our lips hardly more than touching. He looked quickly away. I pulled his head back. This time our kiss wasn't gentle."

Lights from outside lit up the front room curtains and I heard the crunching of the car wheels on the gravel.

"That will be David. He doesn't know. I thought it right that you should."

She stood up and walked towards the front door to greet her husband. The tears streamed down my face.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15f



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15f: Another June Wedding Part 6

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

June 1972.

Paul.

Somebody was undressing me. That was kind of them. I could feel another body pressed close to mine own. A naked body. Somebody was doing something to my hands. I was holding somebody's.

"That should hold them." I heard a voice say.

I was tired. 

Somebody was covering me up. 

"We don't want the cold waking them too soon."

That sounded like my old Scout Master. I was tired. I'll have a little sleep then I'll talk to him. I tried to turn over but I couldn't move. I could hear a bell ring. 

"Go to sleep, Paul." 

That was Len. Everything was all right. He'd look after me. Where was Jenny? What had my grandfather been talking about?

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

Roland Wagstaffe.

One of the men by the truck saw me standing in the doorway and shouted. I lifted my rifle to my shoulder and squeezed the trigger firing just over their heads. They immediately dived for cover. There appeared to be about six of them. One man fired back at the building from behind the wheels of the truck. I didn't fire at him for fear of damaging the truck.

I heard a shot being fired from inside one of the rooms off to one side of the entrance hall. They wouldn't want to rush the house if they knew there were at least two people to deal with. Firing from different angles. Still, we couldn't stay here. There could be more of them along shortly and it wouldn't take them long to surround the Villa.

I saw Miguel standing with the girls near the entrance to the kitchens.

"You must get them out." I called to him in English. "We will get them to follow us then you must take the truck and go quickly to the Convent. Did you hear Roddrego." 

"I heard." He called back.

I lifted my rifle and fired again, this time at a man who was trying to get through the gates. He turned and scuttled back to cover. 

I looked around for somewhere the others could hide. The only place that suggested itself was the cupboard under the stairs. It was used for the cleaner's tools and equipment and was designed not to be noticed. The handle even looked part of the pattern on the walls. I pointed it out to Miguel and one of the girls, Luisa, led them to it and opened the door. I gave my revolver to Miguel and closed the door behind them then, after firing once more through the front doorway, joined Roddrego.


"What next?" He asked.

"We must draw them through the Villa's grounds and out, onto the hills behind. That will give Miguel a chance to get the others away."

"Then what?"

He fired through the window. Three shots came back in reply. Glass in a pane above our heads shattered showering us with fragments.

Yes. Then what?

"Cross that bridge when we come to it." I said lifting my rifle and firing.

I leaned with my back against the wall to the side of the window and pulling back the breech bolt re-loaded the magazine of my rifle. It looked to be a Middle Eastern copy of a Lee-Enfield .303. Standard British Army issue in its original form for most of the century. The magazine would hold ten rounds. I filled it then checked the bandoleer. I had twelve further rounds.

I lifted my rifle to my shoulder and looked through the window whilst Roddrego checked his own weapon. His was a German make, a Mauser 7.62mm.

"Come, my friend." He said when he had finished. "Let us go."

We ran into the hall. I shouted. "We're off." So that they could hear in the cupboard and we hurried out through the kitchens. We both stopped and crouched behind the rubbish bins by the back door and looked around. It didn't appear that anybody had come this way yet so we sprinted across to the stable block that was now converted into garages. A quick look through the doors as we moved quickly towards the rear of the block showed that all the vehicles had gone.

I heard a shout behind us and felt the wind of a bullet passing over my head. That was close. Whoever had fired was a good shot to get that close to a moving target. The thought passed quickly through my mind. We stopped at the rear of the stable block, panting, two rounds of golf a week wasn't enough exercise I decided. I looked back and could see figures moving inside the Villa and down the side. I hoped nobody had thought to go upstairs. 

I heard movement behind me and turned my head. Roddrego was stacking some old packing cases and empty oil drums against the rear wall. I lifted my rifle and fired twice. Once into the kitchens and once at the men moving down the side of the villa. I heard a shout from inside the Villa. I hoped it was because my bullet had found a mark.

"Are you ready?" Roddrego asked. 

I looked at the small mountain he had made and nodded.

"After you." I said.

I turned back to the corner of the stable and fired again and again.

"I'm there." I heard Roddrego call and turned to see his feet disappear over the top of the wall. Two bullets thudded into the wall beside me. I moved back and, slinging the rifle across my back scrambled up the pile. I felt something burning across my shoulder before I heard the shot. I kept moving. I was at the top, then over. More bullets hit the wall behind me as I fell to the ground inside the drainage ditch. That ditch must have made the drop nearly fifteen feet. 

"Are you all right?" Roddrego called. 

He was lying on his stomach fifteen yards away with his rifle pointing towards the top of the wall.

I took two deep breaths.

"All right." I said. 

My shoulder was throbbing and I could feel something wet running down my back. I scrambled from the ditch and hurried past where Roddrego when I was a further twenty yards on I stopped and, turning dropped to one knee and levelled my rifle at the top of the wall. Would they come that way or would they follow the wall around on the outside? 

"Come." I shouted to Roddrego. 

He climbed slowly to his feet and limped towards me.

"It was a long drop."

He said, dropping to the ground beside me. 

"You are hurt." He exclaimed, looking at my back.

I lay on my stomach and flinched as he pulled the material of my shirt away. I suddenly felt very thirsty.

"Very close." He said, releasing the material. "The bullet has left a furrow across your shoulder blade and the top of your arm. You have bleed a little."

A bullet struck the ground in front of us and flew off between our heads. 

"We need more cover." I said, firing at the weapon I could see poking around the end of the wall.

"How many do you think there are?" Roddrego asked edging backwards and away from me.

"I think six." I replied, doing the same.

"Not enough of them to rush us. I think they will try to go around our flanks. Let us widen our flanks." Roddrego turned his head towards me. "I am sorry I have gotten you into this, my friend."

"Don't be daft." I said, rolling behind a small shrub. 

I looked over my shoulder at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada range of mountains. We were in a dry valley that narrowed to what must have been the original stream that had formed it. That wound upwards. Gently at first then more steeply until it cut a fissure between the sides of the valley at the top.

"Do you know what lies on the other side of the hill?" I asked firing at the end of the building as Roddrego fired at a movement on the top of the wall where we had climbed over.

"We have a choice of routes if we can get over that." He called back.

In the distance I heard the short, sharp snap of a pistol being fired then two more shots. The engine of the truck fired into life. I saw it for a second drive past the end of the Villa wall before it disappeared from view back towards Malaga. A man was running after it. He stopped in full view with his back towards me and raised he rifle to fire at the truck. I sighted along the barrel of my own weapon and squeezed the trigger. The man jerked forward as if somebody had thumped him in the middle of the back and took two stumbling steps. His rifle fell from his hands and he slowly crumpled after it.

They say you can get used to killing men. I never had.

"Now we move." Roddrego said. 

I turned to see him hobbling towards the streambed. My shoulder and back suddenly felt very stiff but I picked up my rifle and followed him continually looking over my shoulder for signs of pursuit.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972. Jenny.

What was I to think? What had Mary been trying to tell me? Was it that she and Alistair had been lovers? Why should she want to tell me that now?

She'd fixed David a whisky and had sat on the arm of his chair running her fingers through his hair whilst he slowly sipped it. 

David complained that his father had been telling Paul about their adventures in Spain during the Civil War.

"I don't know why he did it?" He said. "Some things are best left alone."

"It was a long time ago, dear." Mary ran a fingertip around the edge of his ear. "I'm sure Paul wouldn't be interested in that now."

Did she do that to Alistair's ear? I could see her sharing the piano stool with him. Yes, she would have done that.

David's hand had disappeared behind Mary's back and there was a smile upon her face as, after finishing his whisky, David stood up.

"Time for bed, young lady." He said, assisting Mary to stand.

Had he meant her or me? There were seven or eight years of age between them after all. There must have been nearer forty between her and Alistair. How could a girl go with a man old enough to be her grandfather? I looked at David. How old was he? Fifty, perhaps fifty-one. I could never see myself doing it with him. But then he turned his head towards Mary and smiled the way Paul would smile at me when he knew he was going to have his way and. No. Don't even think about it.

But I was thinking about it and I was becoming damp inside my panties.

I didn't know what I would have done if we had been alone together. I don't think he would have had to try too hard to breach my defences. What was I thinking about? I was getting married the next day and here I was having carnal thoughts about my future husband's father.

I said goodnight to them outside the upstairs bathroom and hurried inside, quickly closing the door behind me. Get behind me, temptation. 

I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet seat. I was holding my skirt rather higher than was absolutely necessary to do what I was doing. I looked down as my stream left me making a high pitched hissing sound.

What was so fascinating about a woman's body functions that made men want to study them as they did? If I never saw Paul standing in the bathroom again pointing Mr Willie at the bowl I wouldn't cry. Although, sometimes, especially when I thought of where it had just been. 

Paul was often hinting that he would like to see me going to the toilet. I'd given way to him twice but it wasn't something I felt comfortable with. I opened my thighs as wide as I could with my ankles shackled by my panties and looked down between them. I was just in time to see the last of my urine leaving only the drips. 

Little beads of liquid had formed on the tips of some of my pubis hairs. I pulled off a piece of toilet tissue and wiped them off, running the paper along the line of my crack then just inside it on the return stroke. That actually felt quite nice. I took a second piece of tissue and repeated it.

I shouldn't be doing this. I'd made Paul promise he wouldn't wank before our wedding so I really shouldn't do it to myself.

But it did feel nice.

There was a gentle tap on the door just as my fingertip started seeking out my clit.

"Have you finished, dear." Mary spoke softly through the door.

"Just coming." I replied, pulling up my panties as I stood up then flushed the toilet. 

I quickly washed my hands in the sink and dried them on the towel on the rail beside it.

I said goodnight again to Mary as we squeezed past each other in the doorway and hurried along the corridor to what had been Paul's room when he had lived there. Although, from what I had gathered he had seemed to have spent most of his childhood with his grandparents. Perhaps what Mary had said about Alistair had had something to do with that?

I closed the bedroom door behind me and switched on the light. My wedding dress hung off the front door of the wardrobe on its hanger. My wedding dress. 

I quickly undressed and stood naked looking at it. I hadn't really had a chance to see myself in it yet. There had always been somebody fussing around me. First the dressmaker, then Paul's Mother, then Shirley and finally my mother.

I took the dress from its hanger and stepped inside it. It felt cold and itchy against my skin. It would be better with a bra, panties and slip. I studied myself in the full-length mirrors on the wardrobe doors. It did look nice though. No. I looked nice. 

I knew there were plenty of girls prettier than I was and it never ceased to amaze me what kept attracting Paul. No. I knew that. I could feel it between my legs. Not just that, I knew. But I was glad it was a part of it. It certainly wasn't my money that attracted him. My family got by, but little more than that. Perhaps that was all it was. I was an easy lay to him. It wasn't that, I knew. Perhaps I should start rationing him. But that would mean denying myself. Not a good idea. After all, all I had to give him was my body. No. Rationing was off the agenda.

Stepping out of the dress I hung it back up and after switching on the bedside table light stepped across the room and switched off the main light. I caught sight of my reflection in the little part of the door mirrors that weren't covered by my wedding dress as I walked back to the bed and stopped.

It wasn't much of a body. I needed two inches more to my boobs and two more to my ass. At least my stomach was still flat. Except of course where it swelled out over my hair covered pubic bone. Hardly covered. I could do with a few more of them as well. I wondered if Paul would notice if I shaved myself? Yes, he would. I knew the answer to that. He enjoyed my pubic hairs. He always said he liked to take his flask and sandwiches and go exploring through them. He could be a prat at times.

I walked back to the bed and slid between the covers. I switched out the bedside light and lay on my back staring at the ceiling, waiting as my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. I didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy. I was getting married.

Shapes were forming out of the darkness. These were not the shapes from Christmas last when we had gone to Cairo to rescue Linda. I suddenly tensed. What if they were? What if Hamed and Ahmed were still alive? I felt my breathing quicken. Calm down. I was safe here.

I didn't like the shadows anymore so I closed my eyes and left the pictures form in my mind as they would. Linda. Linda's fanny. My tongue in Linda's fanny. I felt as if I could taste her, smell her. I was looking up at her as she lowered her shaven fanny to my lips, its lips swollen with desire, her clit standing proud from its hood. I could hear her gasp as I touched it with the tip of my tongue.

I could hear a gasp. It was my gasp. My fingertip was touching my own clit, gently massaging it. I breathed deeply, fuck Paul, let him wank if he wanted too. I rubbed above and to the side of my clit as the image of Alistair and Mary appeared before me. How would a man with only one hand make love? Did he use the stub of his other arm to penetrate her? Did she lie on her back with her knees bent as he slowly worked it inside her? Or was she on her hands and knees?

Paul's face loomed above me. I could feel him making long slow strokes in and out of me. He was speeding up. Faster. I could feel the jerking of his prick inside me as he shot load after load of come. Come. Come. I was there.

I pulled the bedclothes back up to cover my body. 

I was getting married. 

To Be Continued...



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15g



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15g: Another June Wedding Part 7

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

Roland Wagstaffe.

Roddrego could hardly stand let alone walk by the time we slid down the opposite side of the hill. I couldn't tell whether his ankle was sprained or broken. It mattered little, as he certainly wasn't going far unaided.

What were we going to do? 

It was about three miles to the convent over some pretty rough terrain. I looked at my wristwatch. It was nearly three in the afternoon. It would be full darkness by six-thirty. Over three hours. We could make it. I just hoped that we were not going to be followed. 

The Convent was fairly isolated from what I recalled from when we had visited it once with Roddrego's father on a previous stay. Then there had been about thirty Nuns and an equal number of girl students in its school. We could never take sixty in the truck. With Roddrego's father and staff that would mean nearer seventy. Three trips. Perhaps their parents had collected all of the students by now? It would still leave forty people. Two trips. At least some if not all of the Nuns would want to stay. That would leave just the former President and his staff. One trip. Always assuming Miguel got there all right.

"Come on, Roddrego." I said, standing up from where we'd rested for a few minutes at the foot of the slope. "We'd best get on."

"Leave me here, my friend."

"No. Of course I'd leave you if it only affected you." Appeal to his sense of duty before he became stubborn. We didn't have the time for a protracted debate. "You know your mother and father wouldn't leave if they knew you were out here."

His father might but not his mother. A formidable lady.

"You are right." He struggled to his feet using his rifle as a support.

I felt the relief in him that I had given him a face saving reason for my not accepting his offer to stay behind.

We started with my trying to support him on one side but the narrow track down which we walked meant that one of us was always stumbling over the rocks and bushes to the side. In the end I found a narrow slab of rock sticking up from the ground and perched him against it. I look back down the track. We had only covered a few hundred yards. I looked at my watch. Nearly half an hour had passed. If they had been following the must have caught us in this time.

I returned to Roddrego and turned with my back towards him after handing him my rifle. 

"Sling them over your back then place your arms around my neck." I instructed.

I thought he was going to argue at first but he thought better of it and I felt him move close. I reached behind and picked him up by the thighs while he took some of his weight on my shoulders with his arms. I could have cried out loud as I felt the skin across my back tear open and something warm ran down inside my shirt.

I stumbled on along the bottom of the steep sided valley we were in. The sun was behind Roddrego's back and I concentrated on our shadows on the ground before us. They seemed to lengthen with each steep I took then they were overtaken by the shadows of the hills around us. 

We stopped frequently. Whenever I could find somewhere to rest Roddrego against. I didn't want him lying on the ground, I knew I would never have the strength to get him back up on his feet alone. And all the time my thirst grew.

It was nearly dark when we stumbled across the well-used dirt track that Roddrego assured me led to the Convent. "Ten minutes, my friend." He said by way of encouragement. "No more."

Again we walked and hopped side by side with my trying to support as much of his weight as I could. I could see a light ahead. A single lantern hung above a doorway as a sign of invitation to weary travellers. And we were nothing if weary.

There was a metal bell pull fitted to one side of the doors, I pulled it and heard a clinking sound from inside the building. A small wooden slide in the door was moved and a white face peered at us from behind three metal bars.

"Yes?" The woman asked. "Can we help you?"

"My friend and I are injured." I replied, never had I been so grateful for the two years we had spent in South America after the Great War and the knowledge of Spanish it had given me. "We seek his father and mother. They are here."

The panel slid back into place and I could hear the mumbling of voices behind the door then one half opened and two heads peered through the crack at us.

"It is Senor Roddrego." One of the heads exclaimed. 

I could see now that they both wore the Habits of Nuns.

"Si Sister." Roddrego replied, holding onto the wall for support. 

"But, you are hurt." The second said and the opened wide the door and lent their support on either side of him.

I carried the two rifles as the sisters helped Roddrego inside and closed and bolted the doors behind us.

I could see no sign of the truck. That worried me. I could see Roddrego was looking for it as well. We looked at each other. This could be awkward. 

One of the sisters called ahead and two other nuns appeared and helped and escorted us into the convent chapel, to a narrow side door in the shadows of one corner and down into the crypt.

A number of lanterns lit the tombs and monuments throwing ghastly, fantastical shadows over the inhabitants. 

It was cold in these cellars and most of the occupants had blankets draped around them. It was difficult to estimate the numbers but there must have been upwards of fifty people down here. It looked as if the evening meal had just finished as I could see two nuns scraps from the various groups of people in buckets.

"Roddrego." 

I heard a woman's voice cry out.

"And Mr Wagstaffe."

I turned to watch an elderly lady move towards us. Despite her advancing years she still carried herself with an air of authority and grace. 

"You are hurt." She said looking down to where one of the nuns had removed Roddrego's shoe and sock to reveal a multicoloured grossly swollen ankle.

I flinched as a nun pulled the tattered remains of my shirt from the dried blood that surrounded the wound on my back.

A second lady, whom I recognised as the wife of Roddrego's father's Chief of Staff joined us and looked from each of us to the narrow flight with a look of anticipation on her face.

"Did you see Javier?" She asked the stairway.

"We saw him." Roddrego replied, looking at his mother and shaking his head slowly.

"When will he return?" 

"I'm sorry." Roddrego replied.

"Sorry?" Her shoulders seemed to sag as she turned slowly towards Roddrego. "Sorry? Why are you sorry. Where is he?"

Roddrego's mother placed her arm around her shoulder.

"No, they cannot mean it." She continued, turning her gaze towards the stairs again. "They are mistaken."

"There is no mistake. He fought like a Lion and killed four men." Roddrego spoke. "He tried to protect the girls."

"Tried?"

Roddrego's father had joined us and picked up on the one word.

"He tried." Roddrego replied. "The girls were coming here in a truck with a driver. Has it not arrived?"

"We have seen nobody since the village priest came and left with two of our order to administer to the sick and needy." A large, middle-aged woman said. From her air of authority I imagined she would be the Mother Superior. "He has not returned. Can you tell us what is happening."

A jug of water was produced with a metal cup and both Roddrego and I drank deeply. Then, whilst my shirt was removed and my wound bathed and a cold compress applied to Roddrego's ankle we told them what had happened since our leaving Gibraltar that morning. We spoke quietly so as not to alarm the others. The Chief of Staff's wife had to be taken away by Roddrego's mother when we came to tell of our arrival at the Villa. We glossed over the details of what we found in the servants quarters. Then went on to tell of our plan to lead the Communists away to give the others a chance to escape in the truck.

I heard the Nun behind me working on my back and shoulder gasp a number of times as we told our tale. I looked into her face when she had finished to offer my thanks. It was a pretty face. In her early twenties perhaps. I hoped the gangs of men roaming outside still retained some respect for those in holy orders but from what I had seen that day I doubted it.

We had to get them out. All of them. 

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Somerset 1972.

Paul.

I could hear a bell ringing. It seemed so far away at first, then it was closer. Somebody was tight up close behind me breathing into my hair. I could feel a cock between my ass cheeks.

I looked over my shoulder at Steve's face. He was asleep but his hips were starting to move. I could feel his cock getting harder. I tried to move but we had been roped together around our chests, stomach and thighs. Our hands were tied together with the Morning Bell rope. Each time I moved it rang. I was going to move. I could feel Steve cock against my anus.

"Wake up." I said loudly over my shoulder.

That hurt. I clenched my anus tightly shut.

"Steve." I shouted. "Wake up." 

He stirred, flexing his muscles pushing the tip of his cock hard against my anus. I could feel it open. That really did hurt. The bell rang.

"What?" He mumbled his body relaxing and his cock pulling away slightly.

"What?" He repeated.

"That bastard Len has stitched us up." I explained. "We've got to get out of here before anybody comes."

"Yes." He agreed. "They certainly mustn't see us like this."

I could feel his going down between my ass cheeks. It felt good. Warm.

"I think that if we push hard against each other I can get my other hand out." I said. "It's either that or ring the bell for somebody." He replied moving closer.

His prick was still lodged between my ass cheeks and I could feel it growing again. I had to push back against it to release my hand from the rope tied about our waists. It was growing. It was nudging against my anus again. I cried out as it started to open me.

"Sorry about this." Steve breathed into my hair.

Once the first stab of pain had passed my ring settled down to a gentle throbbing as I wriggled my hand free. That gave us more room but Steve didn't move. He stayed as he was. The tip of his cock just inside my hole and I didn't pull away.

"I often think about it." He said softly.

"What about?" I knew but I had to ask.

"About what we did in Ireland."

"Oh." I said. "That."

"Haven't you?"

"Sometimes." I confirmed.

But my memories were clouded by the memories of being buggered by Tommy. He'd fucked Steve once. I'd never talked to him about that.

"Did you like it?" He asked as I started working on the knots that were tying our hands together.

"What?"

"You know."

"It was alright."

It had been more than all right. The warm glow that filled my body after the pain of penetration. His jerking inside me as he came. Yes. It had been more than all right.

"I liked it." He said, pulling back slightly to allow my anus to close.

The final knot came free and I rubbed my wrists to restore the circulation to my fingers. The bell clanged once. 

We could get to work now, pulling the ropes that had tied us together over our heads and kicking them down our legs and off. I sat up and shivered, it was cold away from the warmth of Steve's body. They had covered our bodies in the night with a couple of choirboy cassocks. I could see where our clothes had been spread out over the near-by pews.

I looked down at Steve. He was lying on his back slowly stroking his cock with one hand. As I watched he pulled his foreskin back to its fullest extent then slowly released it so it slid forward, nearly covering his piss hole.

He did it again. 

I looked up at his face. He was watching mine. I looked back down.

His hand was moving faster. I looked back at his face. His eyes were closed. Should I finish it for him? Did I want to?

I was reaching out my hand as he came. I jerked it back as he opened his eyes and looked down at his come as it shot from the end of his cock.

Suddenly, I think we both felt embarrassed. I looked away then stood up and walked to my clothes. Looking back I could see him cleaning himself up with one of the cassocks.

It was only six-fifteen when we left the Church by the Vestry door, to which, as a bell-ringer, Steve had a key. We walked past the pub and turned into the lane that led to my grandfather's house. I didn't know about Steve but I was beginning to feel quite ill. My stomach was gurgling, my mouth tasted like somebody had had a shit in it and my eyes hurt. The Sun was too bright. I wished the birds would stop singing. I needed the toilet.

We crunched up the gravel to the front door and I turned my key in the lock. Millie, my black Labrador bitch was sitting on the rug wagging her tail. I wasn't going to wag mine. I told her to go outside and do something, anything and just beat Steve to the downstairs cloakroom. Dropping my pants and trousers I sat down and waited for the explosion. It wasn't long in coming. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as my bladder and bowels emptied simultaneously. 

That was better. I did the paperwork and stood up looking at my face in the mirror over the small sink. Not a face many would call handsome. Especially now with the cheeks flushed and the pupils the size of pin heads. 

I hoped Jenny had had a peaceful, relaxing night.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15h



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15h: Another June Wedding Part 8

 (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

I awoke at seven o'clock with the sun streaming through my window. I could do with a cup of tea.

I slipped into my dressing gown and visited the bathroom, cursing the noise the cistern made as I flushed it and crept downstairs. The back kitchen door was open and somebody had already made a pot of tea. I looked out and saw David sitting at the table they used on their patio when they ate or sat out. He had a steaming mug of tea in front of him. That was for me.

I made myself a mug of tea and went outside.

"Good morning Jenny." He said as I approached.

"Good morning." I replied taking the offered seat to his side and looking out over his garden. "You're up early."

"I couldn't sleep." He took a sip of tea. "It's silly really."

"What is?"

"Paul's grandfather telling him about the civil war in Spain. It's all best forgotten."

"Will you tell me about it?"

He looked from his tea to the garden then at me.

"You don't want to hear about that. It's your wedding day."

I knew that.

"Well I'm not going to be able to sleep now. Please."

He was silent for a few seconds as if lost in his thoughts.

"Alright." He said finally.

Spain 1937.

David Wagstaffe.

My father and Roddrego had gone into Spain from Gibraltar to persuade Roddrego's father to leave the country before the violence became worse and a full-scale war developed. We had hoped they would be back by nightfall the same day but they didn't return.

Mother had been quiet at dinner the previous evening when my father and Roddrego hadn't returned. She was even quieter this morning. She ate little and looked up expectantly whenever somebody entered the dining room or, later, the anteroom where we had gathered.

Alistair spent most of his time with George in the Regiments Headquarters building. Every hour or so he would return to shake his head and tell us nothing had been heard yet.

The morning dragged on and on. Mother didn't want to talk and Alistair, when he was there didn't stop long. I was bored. Bored and a little worried. Not too much so because Alistair and George had assured us that it was simply a short trip into Spain and back for them through an area of the country so far untouched by the troubles further north. I thought everybody was over-reacting. What if they had just broken down?

I went out and stood on the veranda at the front of the mess as the staff laid the tables for lunch. There was a lot of activity on the main square. Trucks were pulling up and being loaded with troops carrying rifles and tin helmets. I saw the Commanding Officer and his Second in Command climb into a car outside the headquarters building and then saw Alistair walking briskly towards me. Or should I say us. I looked around in response to a movement by my side and saw my mother. She slipped an arm around my waist. I did the same to her.

Alistair stopped in front of us. His face looked drawn. 

"Let's go inside." He suggested.

Mother led the way back to the anteroom and I sat by her side on a sofa. She held one of my hands between hers.

"Well." Mother said after Alistair had remained quiet for a few seconds.

"I don't know anything specific at present." He started. "Two nights ago trouble flared up in Malaga. There has been a lot of looting of shops and I'm afraid some people have been killed." 

My mother gasped.

"We haven't heard anything about Rolly and Roddrego yet. There are huge crowds of refugees building up at the border and this Regiment has been ordered to go there in support of the border authorities. I am afraid the situation is very confused at the moment. All communications with the Malaga area have ceased. We just do not know what's happening."

My mother was squeezing my hands so tightly I almost cried out.

"Is there nothing we can do?" She asked.

There was a trembling in her voice I'd never heard before.

"I'm sorry." Alistair stood closer and placed his hand on her shoulder. "There isn't. All I can do is remain in the Regiments operations room and hope to learn something from the radio traffic. I'm afraid that now the Regiments been deployed they do not have much time for us anymore."

There was a knock on the door and a steward announced that lunch was being served.

Mother played with her plate of salad whilst I looked for seconds. After lunch we went for a walk around the camp. It was strangely quiet. And it was very hot. Back in the Mess we sat in the anteroom and I read some old newspapers and started a book.

Mother couldn't settle. Every few minutes she'd get up and go and look out of the window or open the door and look down the corridor. I tried to get her interested in the book I was reading but I could see her mind was elsewhere.

"I know what happens." She suddenly said. 

"What?" I asked.

"In revolutions and civil wars. Old scores are settled. People take what they want and the old and weak suffer."

"Was it like that in South America?" I asked.

She smiled weakly. 

"I was fortunate to have been heavily pregnant with you. Nobody wanted me when they ransacked the Presidents Palace. There were so many other woman there for them to take. I saw some terrible things. Things done to people I knew who were my friends. Some committed by men who I had used to call friends."

There was a movement in the corridor and she hurried to the door. It was only a mess steward passing carrying some clean bed sheets.

"Roddrego had a sister." She continued after resuming her seat. "The men came for her that first evening. We could hear her screams; they seemed to go on for hours. Then they brought her before us, naked and shot her. I know what will happen out there." 

She nodded in the direction of Spain.

There was another sound in the corridor. This time she didn't move until the door opened and Alistair entered the room.

"We have news." He said slumping into an armchair. "George has had some of his men moving amongst the refugees at the border asking about Rolly and Roddrego. They were seen on the road to Malaga yesterday. Also there were reports of shooting from near the Villa on the night before they left and yesterday afternoon. The truck was seen again yesterday on the road to the old Convent."

"What can we do?" I asked.

"Officially nothing." Alistair replied looking out of the window to where the officers parked their privately owned vehicles. "The British government cannot get involved by sending in troops to search for them."

He looked at me then out of the window again. I could sense he was forming a plan.

"Unofficially?" My mother asked gently.

"Somebody must go in and try to find them and if possible help them to get out." He answered, looking out of the window again. "Do they teach you to drive at that school your parents have sent you away too?"

I was quite taken by surprise by his question. 

"Well, yes, but not exactly." I said. "My father showed me how to drive the car and I have taken some flying lessons and we have a motor-bike at school that we are stripping down and re-building. I've had a go on that."

"What are you planing?" My mother asked, standing up and walking to the window to peer out. "No."

"Apparently Malaga is quiet now." Alistair looked into her eyes as he spoke. 

"How would you get there?" My mother looked out of the window again.

"By boat." Alistair explained. "We hire one of the fishing boats in the harbour. One of the larger ones, with a Derrick. We travel overnight. They land us at first light near Malaga. We take the road up into the hills and we will be there in thirty minutes. We could be there and back in an hour and a half, two hours at most. That really is as long as it need take. At least to find out."

"What about the bands of armed men you've mentioned."

"At that time in the morning they will still be sleeping off the excesses of the night before. They won't be organised yet."

My mother nodded. I thought of what it must have been like for her to hear the screams of the Presidents daughter as they did what they did to her and then to see her killed in front of her. She knew what was out there. I had read in the history books about this and other glorious struggles for freedom in the past fifty years. The bland facts of who was in command when any particular battle was fought and won hid the true cost that had to be paid in human suffering. I was beginning to realise that.

"I'll look after him." Alistair touched my mother's shoulder again. "I promise."

"We'll look after him." She said, turning to me. "You can drive a motorcycle?"

"I don't know about this." Alistair interjected before I could reply.

"Can you speak Spanish?" My mother asked him. 

"A little." Alistair admitted.

"I speak it very well." 

I knew that from our previous visits to the Presidents Villa. I could speak a little. My father could speak it a lot better than me but mother was best.

"Come here David." Alistair beckoned. 

I went to the window and looked outside. Parked up against the wall beneath the window was a motorbike with a sidecar containing a wicker basket seat.

"Could you drive that?" He asked.

"I could." I confirmed.

I wasn't that confident. I'd never driven a motor bike with a sidecar and the bike I had driven hadn't looked quite so big as this. 

"Can I practise." I suggested.

"We don't have the machine yet. I must go and talk to somebody." 

Alistair was gone over an hour. When he returned he smiled broadly. 

"There is only the Regiments Admin officer left on the camp with the barracks guard. I think I have everything I want from him. I had to spin him a bit of a yarn but I think he bought it. The officer who owns the bike is away with the Regiment and they certainly won't be back tonight. I managed to speak to George and he knows a Captain who owes him a favour who he will get a message to that we will be meeting him at six on his boat. We're to leave at four thirty and visit George on the way to the dock's. George will provide us with Bone Fide documents describing us as representatives of the pres. The kitchen staff will pack a bag of provisions for us before we go. As for practising on the machine. Go and look at it by all means but don't start it up just yet."

"You don't have his permission to take it?" Mother asked.

"The admin officer was certain all the junior officers would like to help in any way possible." It was a bland reply and Mother didn't pursue the point.

I went outside a looked at the machine. I felt certain I could ride it. I beginning to feel quite excited. I hadn't expected this. Adventure. Dramatic rescues. This would certainly liven up my 'what I did during the holidays' essay when I returned to school.

Mother came out and joined me once carrying a small 'Box Brownie' camera and took my photo standing next to the machine. She told me it was part of our 'cover story' and wanted to make sure she knew how it worked.

I walked around the camp and talked to the 'Bombardier' Guard Commander in the guardhouse. He told me that Gibraltar was the most God forsaken hole he'd ever been posted to and couldn't wait for his move back to Blighty the following year. Throughout our conversation he would turn and swear at a prisoner who was cleaning the floor behind him. He never seemed to be satisfied with the man's efforts. I felt sorry for him and felt I should offer to help. 

A bell chimed somewhere and I looked at my wristwatch. I told the Guard Commander that we would be going out for a little ride later on one of the officers motor-bikes and left to return to the Officers Mess.

Back at the mess Mother and Alistair were waiting for me in the anteroom. There was a wicker basket with a cloth cover and an Army knapsack with a shoulder strop on the table. Alistair was holding a map case and was studying a sheet in the open section. 

"Where have you been?" Mother asked. "We were starting to get worried about you."

"I went for a walk and spoke to the Bombardier at the Guardroom." I replied. "I told him we would be going out for a ride on the motor-bike later."

"Clever lad." Alistair patted me on the back with his artificial hand. It hurt. 

"Right." He continued. "Let's go."

He opened the window at the rear of the room.

"This way, I think." He said, offering his hand to mother.

I was last through the window after passing through the basket and knapsack. Mother was sitting in the wicker basket seat. I switched on the fuel, adjusted the mixture and opened the footrest on the kick-starter. I pushed down hard with my foot. It hardly moved. I tried again. This time lifting my whole weight from the ground. The lever moved and the engine turned. Bang. It exploded into life. Keeping my hand on the throttle grip I swung my leg over and sat on the forward seat. I undid the fuel tank cap and peered into the tank. It appeared to be about three parts full. I tried to do some calculations as Alistair climbed onto the seat behind me.

"What's the matter." He asked.

"Just checking on the fuel." I replied. We should have enough for at least one hundred miles. I hoped.

"We'd best be away before somebody comes." He urged, gently.

I engaged first gear and released the clutch. We bumped off. Nearly stalled as I let the revs fall then picked up speed. I changed into second. Then back into first as we pulled up outside the Guardroom.

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Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

He had a lovely voice. It was quiet yet strong. Paul always dismissed him as just being an Accountant. There was a lot more to him than that.

He was staring out over the open fields to the Hills and high moors in the distance. His lips would soften into a smile or stiffen sternly as he spoke. He was a very attractive man. But then his parents had been a very attractive couple. His grandfather still was a very good-looking man. I wondered if he would ever take up with another woman. It had been nearly eighteen months since she had died. I wondered if he blamed me. None of the family had mentioned it being my fault but I had been driving. Tommy and his cousins may have tampered with the breaks but I had been driving.

I started filling inside.

"Am I boring you?" He asked.

"No." I sniffed. "I was just thinking about something."

"What?" He asked gently.

"Your mother."

"Oh. I see."

"I wish she were here today."

"Do you know something?" He was looking at me. "So do I."

"If we hadn't gone out shopping that day." I wanted to cry.

"Hey." He placed one of his hands on top of mine. "You weren't to blame."

I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. He turned away and sniffed.

Suddenly, I wanted to comfort him. I stood up and moved behind his chair placing my arms around him. My dressing gown feel open as I held him tight, my breasts against his shoulder blades. He smelt so clean and fresh. I could feel my nipples hardening. Please go down.

He looked up at me and I kissed his cheek and pulled back.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"For being Paul's Dad." I replied, gathering the front of my dressing gown together. 

I could have moved faster to cover myself. Had I wanted him to see my breasts? I wasn't sure that was what I had but there was no denying he had certainly looked. 

I resumed my seat suddenly conscious of my nakedness beneath the flimsy material. I crossed my legs. Had I just shown him my pussy? I didn't know where to look. He did. He was staring back towards the high moors. Paul would have been looking between my legs hoping for a second sighting. I knew he wouldn't do that.

I could see how Mary would have fallen for Alistair despite their age difference now. Easily see.

Somebody was moving in the kitchen. Mary was standing in the doorway. 

"You'll catch a cold sitting out there dressed like that." She said to me. "Come on in and have something to eat. You've got a busy day ahead."

I suddenly hoped for a long and interesting night as well. Paul. You were going to impress me tonight. I hoped you were well rested.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15i



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15i: Another June Wedding Part 9

(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

Roland Wagstaffe.

I awoke feeling cold, stiff and very sore. The lanterns had been turned down low giving just enough light to see by. The air was very heavy. The result of a lot of bodies crammed into a small area without adequate ventilation. I pulled my blanket tighter around my body and tried to get into a more comfortable position. 

I could hear voices at the top of the narrow staircase that led up into the church. That must be what had woken me. Before going to sleep I had the Mother Superior promise that somebody would keep watch from inside the bell tower to give us as much advance warning as possible of anybody approaching. 

There was the sound of urgency in the voices above, emphasised in their attempts to talk in hushed tones. I moved slowly from Roddrego's side, trying not to disturb him and, picking up my rifle, limped to the bottom of the stairs. I looked at my wristwatch. It was four o'clock in the morning. My stomach grumbled. I could do with visiting the toilet.

I took the stairs slowly. Every muscle seemed to ache. Two rounds of golf each week were no preparation for this.

There was a small door set in the main doors of the church. It stood open and I could see one of the sisters talking to a small group of people just inside it. 

"Senor Wagstaffe. You are well." A voice I recognised as Miguel asked.

"I am well Miguel." I replied taking his offered hand and shaking it.

I looked at the group with him. It comprised of two old woman, one woman in her twenties and two children between eight and ten. I couldn't see any of the Presidents staff or Conchita.

"Where are the others?" I asked, taking him to one side as the sister led the others down into the crypt.

"It is that Bastard, Lupe." He started.

"Who's Lupe?"

"A small time politician. I know him all my life. Now he is a Warlord. He is a Brigand. He has a band of men perhaps twenty in number. They are 'guarding the roads' taxing all who would use them to get away from this area. They take valuables and women as payment. They are in the village below. They stopped us and took the truck. They would have killed me but I knew them. They put me in a cellar but nobody stayed to watch me and I got out. They had all wanted to join in their fun. They had two sisters, I think they're from this house. When darkness fell they stripped them naked. They paraded them around the square then took them into the Cantina. They have so many other women there why they needed these two. Lupe is a bad man, he boasted that he would deflower all the virgins himself. After he had finished with the sisters I hoped that he would be sated for the night, may he rot in hell. I hid and watched. Hoping for a chance to help our women but none came. They have gone to sleep now so I came here hoping to find you and to warn them."

He nodded into the church.

The sister, I recognised her as the one who bandaged my shoulder the night before, returned with a bucket of water and a tin mug. Miguel thanked her and drank deeply. I used the mug after he had finished. The water was cold and good.

"I have to go back for my Niece." He continued. "I also had to warn the sister's. After what they have done tonight they will be here soon for more sisters. The others I found on the way here, hiding in a ditch."

"We must get everybody out." I said. 

But how? There were two of us. I had ten rounds or so of ammunition for my rifle. Roddrego had similar. But he would not be able to help for a few days at least. Besides, how were we to move this number of people? We needed at least two vehicles.

"Your truck?" I asked. "Where is it?"

"In the village. They have three others and some cars. Big black cars."

"They would be the President's."

"If we went down there now. We could be there by first light." I was thinking out loud. "Is there another way out of here that would mean our not having to go through the village?"

"It is the only way out."

I didn't want him to say that. The only plan that presented itself to me was to steal some trucks and immobilise the other vehicles then return to the Convent and drive everybody to freedom. A simple plan, which, they say are always the best.

"I can drive a truck." The sister said. "My parents own a chain of garages. As a child my brothers and I were always taking engines to pieces and driving all the vehicles."

With three trucks we could move everybody. But how to get them through the village. My first plan was to collect the trucks and bring them to the Convent. What if we took the people to the Village? If we could get them there and loaded onto the trucks before Lupe realised they were there then we might, just, get away before they could stop us. Where to head for? Gibraltar, it must be.

Right. We had a simple plan. Now to rouse sixty people and have them move as quietly and as quickly as possible over two miles in the darkness.

I went down the stairs and after waking the President, his wife and the Mother Superior explained my plan.

Nobody thought it stood a chance so I asked for alternatives. Nobody had one.

"Roddrego." The Presidents wife suddenly said. "What about him?"

To every plan there's got to be a hitch.

"Do not mind me." Roddrego must have been awake and overheard what we had been discussing. "I will stay here."

Where do they get this need for self sacrifice from?

"No." I said. "No, you come with us."

It needed to be nipped in the bud.

"I need you with me." I continued. This time to the Mother Superior. "Do you have a vehicle?"

"We have the Donkey trap. We use it to take food to the poor and collect the sick for treatment and the dead for burial."

A hearse. It could be appropriate.

"Wake everybody. We must go now."

We switched up the lights and got everybody up. The children started crying through cold and hunger. There was a lot of grumbling. They thought they were safe here. 

A lot of bowels needed emptying, mine included so it was nearly forty-five minutes before we were able to move. 

Sister Hortencia, as I found the name of the truck-driving Nun to be, led the Donkey by the head. At one time it would have been a very smart Pony Trap, but the sprung seat had been removed and it was now a short two-wheeled flatbed vehicle. Roddrego sat facing the rear next to a frail, old lady who cackled incessantly. I hoped she would soon shut up.

Two miles to the village. I knew it. The road spilt split there into the main road through the mountains and the road that led to the Presidents Villa and the small village and farms below it and beyond. The track from the Convent would take us into the northern end of the Village onto the President's Villa's road.

As we neared the village I thought of an amendment to my plan and in hushed tones explained to the Mother Superior and The President that they should take everybody out along the road towards his Villa where we would pick them up in the trucks. It would be a longer journey but the road did eventually led onto the main coast road back into Malaga. I don't know why I bothered to use hushed tone the racket everybody else was making. I was certain we must have lost any element of surprise we may have had. 

What we would need was a diversion.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

"I'm fine, thanks Mrs Wagstaffe." I pulled my dressing gown tight around my body. "David was telling me about what happened in Spain during the civil war."

Strange. I felt happy calling Paul's father by his first name now but she was always Mrs Wagstaffe.

"Not that again." She complained, bringing out a try containing a fresh pot of tea, milk and sugar and a mug for her.

"I haven't heard anyone talk about those days." I replied, filling the mugs from the teapot. "I find it very interesting. "They were all so brave."

"Courage born from ignorance on my part." David said. "I don't even think Alistair really knew what we were heading into as the boat docked at first light that morning. We soon learned."

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

David Wagstaffe.

We had hove to off shore in the darkness waiting for first light. There was a smell in the air that even overpowered the smell of fish that pervaded every inch of the boat. It was a sizeable craft used to ferry the catch of the numerous fishermen in the Co-operative that owned it to shore. It meant that they could spend more time at sea fishing instead of returning to port to land catches themselves. 

We watched the shoreline from the area beside the wheelhouse. The underside of the clouds were the first to be lit with the Sun's rays followed by the high hills and mountains. Then the buildings as if somebody was walking along the shore switching them on one by one. But, even in the light of a new many were still indistinct.

I could now make out the reason. It looked as if the whole town and port had been set on fire. Smoke hung heavily over everything, only now starting to move and swirl in response to the currents created by the Sun's heat. There was the smell of burning. 

And it was quiet. Except for the sound of the seabirds. 

The Captain stuck his head out of the wheelhouse and surveyed the scene in front of us.

"You want me to go into there?" He asked Alistair.

"Go in, drop us on the docks, stand off the coast here and await our return." Alistair replied.

He managed to sound English even when he spoke Spanish.

The Captain shrugged his shoulders and the boat edged towards the docks at one end of the harbour. There were still a few boats tied to buoys in the bay that we passed. I wondered if they would still be there that evening. A dozen wicker baskets were dangled over the edge of the ship as protection as we moved towards a quay. There was a sudden increase in noise as the engines were thrown into reverse and we came to a halt. A crew member jumped from the forecastle to the quay and caught the mooring lines thrown to him by his shipmates and secured the boat.

The boom of the derrick was released and the motorbike combination was lifted and swung onto the Quayside. A gangway was lifted into place from the waist of the ship and we made our way off the boat. 

A little way along the Quayside there was a man wearing a dark blue uniform sitting with his back to a crate staring out to sea. I walked towards him. He wasn't staring. He had no eyes in their sockets.

I froze. I had never seen a dead man before. I couldn't move. I just stared at his face. 

There was a gasp from my side and I turned to see my mother by my side.

"Don't look David." She said, pulling me by the arm.

I had to look. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"Ha." I heard the Captain say. "So Rene."

I looked at him. He shrugged at the body.

"Rene." He laughed. "The harbour master."

I turned away and walked back to the motorbike I could taste Bile in my mouth. I picked up the soft leather helmet and goggles we'd found in the wicker seat and put them on. There was also a pair of heavy gauntlets. I placed my hands inside them. They were a little too large but would have to do. Mother sat in the wicker basket seat with Alistair's knapsack on her knees

I looked up from the controls. Alistair was talking to the Captain. I started the engine. Alistair looked at me then back to the Captain, waved a single finger in his face as if to emphasise a particular point then climbed onto the seat behind me.

"Let's go." He shouted into my ear.

I drove slowly to the Dockyard gates skirting the various piles of smouldering debris that we came to. One of the large wrought iron gates were hanging off its hinges. I opened the twist grip accelerator and hurried away from the docks scattering a flock of seagulls that were congregating around something. I caught the site of a pair of woman's shoes out of the corner of my eye and my stomach turned. 

The main road to the north lay part way along the sea front. Every window in every building that we passed had been smashed and the door smashed in. We turned onto the road leading to the main square. More signs of destruction. And everywhere the smell of burning. I kept my eyes on the road trying to ignore the images that flashed past the corners of my eyes. 

In the main square Alistair pointed to the road I had to take. 

It was a lovely little square. An ornamental street lamp stood in each corner and a fountain in the centre. I looked at the architecture and ignored the bodies. 

We left the Town centre and almost immediately we started to climb. Still the same signs of destruction. How could people who had lived as neighboroghs for generations do this to each other in such a short period of time?

We rode on. The houses starting to thin until we had left Malaga behind. My mother reached across and squeezed my arm. I looked down at her.

"Are you all right?" She mouthed.

I smiled and nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak.

"Another ten or fifteen minutes to the Village then ten more to the Convent." Alistair shouted in my ear.

I nodded my head.

The road ahead was completely clear. I opened the accelerator wide and watched the speedometer needle climb to fifty then faster. We hit a bump of some kind and I felt the Bike lighten momentarily as the sidecar was lifted from the road. I was slowing down before my mother's hand gripped my arm again.

I looked at her and mouthed the word Sorry. Her knuckles showed white on the metal handgrip. I'd better not do that again.

There was more smoke ahead and I slowed as we rode into the village. As we entered the main square I could see that the other two exits were blocked by a truck and a farm cart. There were armed men standing by each. I braked hard and completed a three hundred and sixty-degree turn around the statue in the centre of the square. There were more men standing in the entrance to the square we had used. They were pointing weapons at us.

I stopped and looked at my mother and Alistair.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Paul.

I opened my eyes and looked around. That was better. It was my own room this time. I looked at my wristwatch. It was nearly ten o'clock. I felt hungry. 

I also felt something else and lifted the bed-clothes. My prick was feeling better as well. It was rock hard and I could see it jerking in time to the beating of the large blood vessel inside it. I reached down and gave it a stroke. Just to relieve the pressure. That felt good. Very good in fact so I did it again.

Don't. I had to almost drag my hand away. I had promised Jenny not to come before we were married. I was certain she wouldn't have. But then, she didn't have to know. My fingertips ran gently along the length of my prick. Not hard enough to disturb my foreskin, just hard enough to feel it. And it did feel nice.

No. I threw back the bedclothes completely and stood up. No. We'd promised. Or was it only me who'd had to promise?

I needed a shower. I walked the four paces to the door and took my flannel dressing gown from off the peg behind it. I must remember to pack that. I'd need it in Spain. I hoped I wouldn't need much else in the way of clothes. Two weeks with just me and Jenny alone together. Shirley was going to house sit for us in Bristol and when we returned I was going to look for a job whilst she and Jenny went looking for somewhere for her to stay. Why she didn't take up a residential place in the teachers training college in Bath I'd never know. It was all right for Jenny. She could drive there each day in twenty minutes.

I opened the door and looked out. Nobody was there. I looked down at my prick. At last it was going down. I hurried along the corridor and into the bathroom. Hanging my bathrobe on one of the hooks behind the door I stood in the shower and switched it on. It was so cold it took my breath away at first then the geyser cut in and it started to warm. That was better. I soaped my body all over and allowed the water to rinse away the suds. I'd had some fun with Jenny in this shower. I could see her now. Soap suds running down her body, over her nipples. Her pubic hairs lying flat against her mound. The warmth of her crack as I cleaned between her ass cheeks for her. A service I was always willing to provide. And to her fanny. Pushing my fingers inside her then holding her lips open. 

I could smell her as if she were there with me. The soap and her. My prick was hard again. 

I thought about the last time. I had sat on the closed toilet seat and she had lowered herself slowly onto my prick while I helped by holding her ass cheeks for her. She'd raised and lowered herself with her arms around my neck. Her nipples just touching my lips then moving away. I managed to capture one with my lips and sucked it as she moved. I could hear her moans now. How good it had felt to be inside her. How tight she was. 

I'd tickled her anus with my middle finger and massaged the soft skin between her two holes. 

The breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat and her fanny gripped my prick hard as she came. She'd sat down with an ass on each of my thighs with my prick still inside her. 

"Are you two finished in there?"

My grandfather had asked through the door. 

"Len and Stephanie are here." We'd been going for a drive over the Moors to the North Devon coast for lunch and a stroll along the cliffs afterwards.

"We're just done." 

Jenny had called back.

"You might be Miss." 

I'd said in my best John Wayne drawl. 

"Make it go down and I'll be extra-specially nice to it tonight."

She'd said as she lifted her fanny from my prick. We both looked down at it. It had stood proud, glistening in its coating of her fanny juices. She'd reached down and stroked it. I'd lifted my hips. She stroked it again. Then again. And again.

"We should go downstairs." She'd said, her hand moving faster.

"You can't leave me like this." I'd gasped.

She'd smiled and kissed my forehead, her hand still moving. 

My own breathing was coming in gasps. My eyes were closed. My balls were lifting. 

I breathed out heavily as I came.

Oh dear. She didn't have to know.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15j



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15j: Another June Wedding Part 10

Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

Roland Wagstaffe.

At the edge of the village we had the party cross some shrub land to the road leading up to the Villa. Miguel, Sister Hortencia and I crept towards the village centre. I tried to persuade her to remove her habit and dress in something that didn't stand out as much but she refused. She was a member of the Order and this was their dress and that was it.

I could see a truck parked across the entrance to the Village Square and behind it, parked in a row were three other trucks and two Black Limousines. A lot of people were gathered around the far entrance to the square. There looked to be a motorcycle combination on which were sat two people with a third in the passenger chair. As I watched the two on the Bike were dragged from it and held up against a wall with a gun to each of their heads. The passenger in the chair stood up and climbed out by themselves and appeared to be addressing the men that were starting to close around him. No it was a woman. She was wearing a divided riding skirt. Margaret had one just like it.

"We can't wait." Miguel urged pointing with Roddrego's rifle towards the Trucks. "This may be our only chance."

"What about Conchita and the Presidents staff?" I asked.

"I know where Conchita is." Miguel said. "She is in that building the men are being held against. I will come back for her. When we take these vehicles these men will either follow us to get them back or move back towards Malaga to get more. Then I can come back."

"Quickly. We must hurry." Sister Hortencia had perhaps six or seven women with her. "The men have left the women in these houses while they see what is happening in the square."

All the women were wide eyed with fear. Few had much in the way of clothing. I recognised the Presidents staff. 

"Are the Sisters of your order here?" I asked.

"No." Sister Hortencia turned her head away. "They will not be coming with us."

"We will get you away from here." I promised the other women. 

"Climb into the back of this vehicle." Sister Hortencia said opening the driver's door. "The key is in place."

"We must go or nobody will be safe." Miguel urged.

I felt sorry for the people who had entered the square on the motorbike but they were providing the distraction we required. Or at least the woman was. The two men were nowhere in sight. Probably locked inside the building where Conchita was so that nobody would miss the fun. They had their hands all over the woman's body. Pushing her from side to side and tearing at her clothes.

We moved quickly to the other trucks taking the keys from the one we would not be driving. At the cars I plunged my knife into one of the tyres on each. 

I looked again to where the men had formed a circle around the woman. Two men were holding her and a third was standing in front of her. He was fondling her breasts. Then his hand disappeared from view. I hurried back to the truck I was going to drive. I climbed aboard and was about to switch on the engine when I heard her call out. In English. A voice I'd recognise anywhere. It was Margaret.

What was she doing here? Miguel and Sister Hortencia had already started their engines and were moving away. Men were turning towards us. Weapons were being raised. I didn't have time to plan. I switched on the engine, smashed the windscreen with the butt of my rifle and drove towards the men and my wife. I fired once, releasing the steering wheel to cock and fire again and again. Then I was amongst them. I heard somebody scream as I drove over him. The Passenger door was opened and I turned the rifle towards it. Holding back the pressure on the trigger as Margaret climbed in then squeezing it and firing into the face of the man behind her.

Men were running in all directions. I shot one in the back and another in the leg. I saw two others fall. And looked across the square to where Miguel was firing Roddrego's rifle from the cab of his truck.

"Quickly." Margaret urged. "Back into the door."

I threw the gear lever into reverse and over-revving the engine slipped the clutch. The engine screamed its protest but lumbered backwards into the building behind me. Margaret reached across and took the rifle from my hands and fired it into the doorway of a house nearby.

I engaged first gear and pulled away. As I did so I looked into my door mirror and saw Alistair hit a man with his artificial hand. The man dropped as if he had been shot and Alistair disappeared from view. I stopped. I heard a voice shout "All right." And I drove off. 

Somebody was firing a weapon from the back of the truck. No, there were two weapons. 

Somebody was firing back at us. I heard a bullet ping off the metal roof of the cab. Somebody shouted in pain. 

Miguel was driving out of the square ahead of me. I followed as fast as I could get the vehicle to move. Shots were still being fired from the back of the Truck. Then we had left the square.

I looked at Margaret. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a light in her eyes. Her naked breasts looked bruised and I could see her triangle of pubic hairs. I looked ahead.

"Well?" She asked. "Aren't you going to give me your shirt to wear?"

I struggled from it. She gasped as she saw the bandage on my back and shoulder.

"You're hurt."

"It's nothing." I assured her and in fact I had forgotten all about it in the sudden excitement. 

It decided it was time to let me know it was there by throbbing none too gently.

I winced as she helped me pull my arm from my shirtsleeve.

"Are you sure you are all right?" There was a note of concern in her voice.

She had just been man handled and molested by a bunch of thugs. Been stripped and then shot at and she was more concerned about me.

I reached across and squeezed her thigh. Her legs opened. I felt the soft warm skin along the inside of her leg.

"Is everything all right in here?"

I imagined I heard a clang as Margaret's legs quickly closed. Alistair's head was at the driver's window.

"We're fine." She replied rather breathlessly. "Is David all right?"

"David?" I asked.

"He got nicked."

"Stop the lorry and let me see him." Margaret insisted.

"He'll be all right." Alistair assured her. "That young lady is looking after him."

"Her name's Conchita." I said. "She's Miguel's niece."

"Right." Alistair nodded. "What's your plan."

"We're picking up these." I said, nodding ahead to where the other two Trucks were pulling up. "Then we head around to the coast road and through Malaga back to Gib."

"If we're going through Malaga then we have a boat there. I think it will be safer going by that." 

I pulled up behind the other two vehicles and, leaving the engine running, went to help organise the loading of the Trucks and scrounge another shirt for myself and something for Margaret to wear. The Mother Superior was standing with the President and his wife next to Roddrego in the Donkey Trap.

"Senore Wagstaffe." The President's wife said as I approached. "You talk to the Mother. Explain she must come with us."

"My place is at my Convent." The Mother Superior insisted.

"You know what they did to your fellow sisters." I said.

I didn't know exactly what they had done myself but I could imagine.

"Yes." She crossed herself. "That is more reason to go back so we can pray for the gift of forgiveness."

"You want to forgive them?" David asked incredulously.

I looked at him and the dark stain on his shirt on the outside of his ribs. Then at Conchita who stood about a foot behind him. He lifted his arm slightly and grimaced. His shirt was open and I could see that somebody had tied a piece of cloth around his chest. 

"We must forgive them." Sister Hortencia joined in.

"But not you." The Mother Superior placed her hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "It is my wish that you go with these brave men who are risking so much to help our people. Drive your vehicle for them and when you all are safe then tell the Bishop what is happening."

I thought Sister Hortencia was about to argue but all she said was "Yes, Reverend Mother." The Mother Superior kissed her on both cheeks and Sister Hortencia went to where the other Nuns were gathering after helping load the villagers. There was a lot more kissing and hugging there.

"May I suggest Mother Superior." Alistair started in his very precise Spanish. "That you do not take the road back to the village but return across country."

The Mother Superior looked at him then nodded.

Miguel called.

"We are ready, Amigos."

"We must go." I said. "Best of luck."

"I do not think we need luck, young man." The Mother Superior replied. "We have God."

She made the sign of the cross over me then turned away. The other members of her order fell in behind her, one leading the Donkey trap, as she started walking up the side of the hill. I hoped they'd be all right.

We drove through the village below the President's Villa without seeing a soul. I heard a dog bark but that was it.

We continued on, stopping once to pick up two men and their wives and five children. One of the men carried a revolver.

We drove on stopping at the outskirts of Malaga to scavenge for food and drink in the abandoned houses. We came up with a number of bottles of wine; some two-day old bread; smoked meats; tomatoes and cheese. I felt our most pressing concern would be for water, especially for the children. It was getting hot.

We drove on again stopping at each corner to check the way was clear ahead. In the main square we could see some people shifting through the debris either in search of food or valuables. They scattered when they saw us.

We took the road to the sea front with my Truck leading and Alistair and David standing behind the driver's cabin with their weapons in their hands.

The gate was hanging loose and there were a number of seabirds congregating around an object. They took to flight as we drove past. I looked and hoped that nobody else did.

We drove onto the Quay. The boat wasn't there.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

David had paused in his story telling and was taking a sip from his mug of tea when we all heard the front door bell ring. Mary went to answer it whilst David and I remained seated. I studied the line of his jaw as he starred out towards the high moors. It was a good, strong jaw line. He hadn't shaved yet and his skin was sprouting lots of tiny black hairs. I imagined his cheeks rubbing between the insides of my thighs. Paul's stubble was till soft in the mornings and tickled. I didn't think David's would.

There were voices in the kitchen and we both turned our heads to the sounds. I could feel his eyes on me. I wondered if my dressing gown was open. Should I move or let him look? I sat still.

Suddenly we were all moving. Mary and my parents were coming from the kitchen and David was getting to his feet to greet them and I was pulling my dressing gown tight about my body.

"Morning Dear." My mother said bending and kissing me on the cheek, she was dressed for the wedding. "Did you sleep well or were you too excited."

"I slept fine." I said, suddenly stretching and yawning. "Sorry. I did, honestly."

"You'll be all right." My father said, patting my shoulder as he would a dog.

"We have a lot to do this morning." Mary said. "Jenny will want some breakfast then a bath. The hairdresser's arriving at twelve to fix your hair while you dress. Paul's great Aunt Matilda has said that she want's to meet you before the wedding so we expect her at some time. Roddrego and Michael de Vane may drop in on their way from London or they may go straight on to the cottage. Your friends from America are due to arrive soon and your Architect friend and that strange Egyptian and his American wife."

"Linda is an Archaeologist not an Architect and so is Jerez el McToomb." 

I tried to point out but everybody seemed to be talking at once. I looked into the kitchen where I could see Shirley. Even in Dressing gown and slippers she looked stunning. I noticed David looking as well. Shirley was looking back. She was smiling at him.

"I'll go and put some toast on and re-fill the kettle." David said suddenly, heading towards the kitchen. 

I watched his back as he left. It was a good back. Strong looking shoulders tapering to his hips. I bet that even now he'd strip good.

"Right then." My father was saying. "We are going to pick up Paul and Steve in an hour and take them to the Barbers. Get them both properly shaved. If his stag night had been anything like mine I wouldn't want to trust his fingers with a razor this morning."

I could believe that.

"Who's for toast." Shirley called, standing in the kitchen doorway.

David was standing close behind her. Very close behind her. Did she look a little flushed?

"I'll put some on and bring it out in a minute." She continued, not waiting for a reply.

They both disappeared inside the house.

I had to know what was going on.

"If you'll excuse me." I said, standing up. "I must go to the bathroom."

I heard my mother say something about 'nerves' as I walked into the kitchen. David and Shirley seemed to jump apart. Shirley's dressing gown settling against her buttocks as if something had been beneath it. "Just going to the bathroom." I said, walking through the kitchen avoiding looking at them as they were at me.

"Just putting the bread on." Shirley stammered.

"I'll fetch the teapot." David coughed.

I passed the downstairs cloakroom and went upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly pulled on a pair of panties, my jeans and a thin top.

If Shirley wanted to flaunt her half-naked body in front of him let her. 

I imagined his hand beneath her dressing gown. Had he been feeling her ass cheeks and rubbing her anus or fingering her fanny from behind. How long had this been going on? Shirley would stay at Paul's parents quite a few weekends when she was seeing Steve. That seemed to be off at the present but she had still been coming down. 

What did they do? Did he sneak into her bedroom when Mary was asleep and quickly enter her or perhaps he didn't play golf every Saturday and Sunday as thought and took her somewhere in his car. Perhaps he took her up in his little Aeroplane. Could you suck somebody off while they were flying an Aeroplane? I wondered what they did. Where they did it.

His office was closed at weekends. Did he take her there? Bend her over his desk. Sit in his big chair and let her bounce up and down on his prick? 

How could she? He was old enough to be her father.

Lucky cow.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15k



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15k: Another June Wedding Part 11

 (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved)

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

David Wagstaffe.

As people were starting to gather around the Truck my father had driven to discuss our next course of action a cry went up from the last of the vehicles. We all turned to look out through the gates of the Docks. 

Two large black cars were pulling up and armed men were climbing out. My father picked up his rifle and ran towards them, he stopped and took cover behind some large wooded reels and pointed his weapon at the men. They all quickly moved to take cover. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Alistair and my mother ushering everybody into one of the big warehouses. Miguel was kneeling by the large, open doors with his rifle. I knelt behind some packing cases. I could see the foot of the Harbour master sticking out of the heavy Tarpaulin sheet beside me that somebody had covered his body with. Somebody knelt beside me. Turning my head I saw Conchita. She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"You should be with the other's." I said, nodding towards the warehouse.

"But you are my patient." She replied. "I must stay with you."

To be truthful I was glad to have somebody with me.

She was kneeling close enough to my side for me to feel the heat from her body. I could smell her. A sweaty, musty smell quite unlike anything I had ever smelled before.

My father was shouting to the men by the gates.

"What do you want?" He called. "There is nothing for you here."

"We want your women and we want you." A voice replied.

"You will have neither." My father shouted.

I opened the pouches of the bandoleer I'd taken from the man Alistair had struck with his artificial hand back in the village. I'd recharged the weapons magazine, as I had been instructed by my Army Cadets instructor at school, during the drive to the docks and so knew that there were ten bullets in that. I quickly counted and had a further twenty-one rounds in the pouches. 

I placed my rifle on the top of a packing case and sighted along the barrel. I had fired the weapon three or four times in the drive from the village-square but knew I hadn't hit anybody. I realised that the time might come, and soon, that I might have to. Could I do it? They called me a young man but I knew I was little more than a child. I knew that my father had served in the trenches in the great war when he was only a little older than I was but that had been a time of National emergency and everybody had gone to do their bit. I suddenly felt very alone. I was glad Conchita was with me.

I stole a quick glance at her. She was about my age. Black hair and a deep brown tan. She had lovely brown eyes. I couldn't remember ever being this close to a girl for this long. I attended an all boy boarding school in Hampshire. The only association I had with members of the opposite sex was the School staff, fraternisation with who was frowned upon and two cousins who we meet at most Christmas times.

They would never believe this at school. Here I was in the port of Malaga with a very pretty girl by my side and a rifle in my hands. This was better than any adventure story I'd read.

"Go away and leave us alone." I heard my father call out.

"No Senor. You will pay for what you did in the village. My men have lost Brother's and cousins. They will have their revenge."

I had never thought of it in that way. In the stories I had read the villains were very much one-dimensional characters. They would appear in the story, something nasty would happen to them and they would be gone. I never thought of them as being people. 

At least six and probably eight men had been shot in that village that morning. All of them would have had parents. Some had had Brother's.

I didn't have a Brother. But I did have parents.

"David." My father called.

"Yes." I replied.

"I think they are going to try to get behind the back of the warehouse. To do that they will have to come through the gates. You have a better view than I do. If some try to get through you must stop them. Can you do that?"

"I'll try. I will."

I stumbled over the words.

"Good lad. Keep still. You have good cover behind those cases."

Everything went silent for a few minutes. I could see some Seagulls starting to congregate near the dock entrance. I could hear them squawking as they squabbled over something.

Suddenly a shot rang out and they rose as one into the air. A second shot then a fusillade rang out. I ducked as a bullet splintered the wood of the packing case by the side of my head.

"They'll be coming." My father called to me.

He was right. As I hadn't fired back nobody was firing at me. They were concentrating their fire at my father's position and at Miguel in the doorway of the warehouse. People were running through the gates of the dock. I looked down the barrel of my rifle and squeezed the trigger. The weapon tried to leap out of my hands. I cocked it and fired again. And again. And again. Count your shots the Army Cadet instructor had said on range days. I did, five, six, seven, and eight. I could feel the heat from the rifle barrel burning my fingers where they touched it. 

I stopped firing and the silence seemed to descend upon me like a weight. Slowly I could hear again. Conchita was sobbing quietly. I think the noise must have frightened her. A baby was crying in the warehouse. I looked towards the sound. Alistair had Miguel by the shirt collar and was dragging him inside the warehouse. I saw Roddrego slithering out on his belly to retrieve the rifle and take up position in the doorway.

There was a movement by the gates. I could see a man dragging himself towards the black cars. He stopped moving and seemed to look over his shoulder straight at me. Then he lay down on his face. There were two other men lying inside the gates. 

Three man. Had I shot three men? My hands were trembling and I wanted to be sick. I think it was only Conchita by my side that stopped me bursting into tears. I looked at her and tried to smile.

"We'll be alright now. I think." I said to reassure her.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. As I pulled it away she caught it between her own and held it tight. I didn't think. I released my rifle and pulled her to me. I ran my fingers through her hair and mumbled words of encouragement. She lifted her face to mine. Two big tears were running down her cheeks. I pulled her head back against my shoulder and closed my eyes.

A shout from the gates and the sound of a car engine revving made me lift my head to look. One of the big black cars was driving away. Two men were leaning from the rear windows and firing towards us. Then it had gone. 

All was quiet and still. Even the baby had stopped crying. 

"I'm going up to check they have all gone." My father called to me. "You give me cover."

"Yes, Dad." I called back. "I need to re-load." "Good lad." I could see him smiling at me. "At least they've taught you something useful at that school."

I released Conchita and filled the magazine in my rifle.

"I'm ready." I called and my father left his position behind the large cotton reels and walked slowly towards the gates. 

I saw a movement in the corner of my eye and saw Alistair leave the warehouse, revolver in hand, and walk slowly towards the two bodies inside the gates. He knelt by the side of each in turn and rummaged through their pockets. My father had gone through the gates and was checking the buildings outside. I heard a shout and a shot rang out followed quickly by two more. Roddrego was firing at something I couldn't see, as was Alistair with his revolver. Even as I looked he'd emptied his own weapon and had taken the weapon from one of the dead men and was lying down behind his body.

I had to find out what was happening. More shots rang out. The black car was returning. They'd left some men behind and we had fallen into their trap. 

The car was only a hundred yards away now. I sighted along the barrel of my rifle at its windscreen and fired four times. The car swung violently to the right, hit the wall of a building and turned over, sliding some fifteen yards on its roof. There was smoke then flames then the car seemed to explode. I could hear screaming and shouting. Somebody had pulled himself free and was rolling over and over trying to smother the flames on his back. I could see two men running away from the buildings outside the docks. I lifted my rifle but couldn't bring myself to fire.

Nobody else did either.

The two men reached the man near the car and by using their own shirts beat out the flames on his body. Between them they lifted him and half dragged, half carried him away.

My mother was hurrying towards the gates. I stood up and, with Conchita close behind, followed. As we passed the cotton reels I could see the whole scene. My father was leaning against a wall. One of his trouser legs were torn and stained bright red. My mother was kneeling by his side and pressing a piece of material, the torn sleeve from her blouse, onto father's thigh.

"I need something to bind this with." I heard my mother say. 

All I could do was look at my father's face. It was deathly white. He was trying to smile.

There was a rustling of clothing by my side and I turned my head and saw that Conchita had lifted her skirt and was pulling off her under-slip.

"Don't look, David." My mother hissed. "Go and help Uncle Alistair."

"I'm sorry about that." I heard her saying to Conchita as I walked away to where Alistair was making a small pile of weapons.

"Ah David." He said as I approached. "Go outside the gates and keep lookout. Warn us if anybody else comes."

I couldn't take my eyes from the two men lying dead before me.

"Don't think about them." Alistair said, placing his hand on my shoulder. "If you must think then think about what they would have done had they won."

Somebody was crying. We both turned and saw Conchita standing there. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"What's the matter, Conchita." I asked stepping towards her. 

She seemed to shrink away for a moment then stepped to meet me. I slung my rifle by its strap over my shoulder and put my arms around her.

"It's my Uncle." She sobbed. "He's dead."

For the second time that day I ran my fingers through her hair and said soothing things into her ear. People were moving around us as we stood there. I could smell her hair. The smells of travel and sweat from her body. Feel her warmth. It was gentle and relaxing. Gradually she stopped crying and Her body relaxed. I could feel the softness of her breasts as they pressed into my chest then the gradual hardening of their points. They weren't the only things hardening. Her hips were touching mine and a slightly raised part of her lower anatomy was pressed hard against my groin. It felt soft and springy. It moved a little across my prick then back. She sighed gently.

"Do you feel all right, Conchita." 

Somebody was asking. I could have answered she felt wonderful.

"Come with me." I opened my eyes and looked into Sister Hortencia's. "The men have work to do."

Conchita seem reluctant to move away from me and I didn't want her to go. Sister Hortencia placed her hand on her shoulder and almost pulled her from me. Conchita looked into my eyes, quickly down at my crotch then back into my eyes. She must have felt the stirrings of my prick. 

I thought she was going to say something but all she did was smile and allow Sister Hortencia to lead her away. My eyes were drawn to her backside as she walked. To the lifting and dropping of her skirt as she moved.

"Right David." Alistair was standing by my side. "Go to that corner." He nodded towards a café whose large plate glass window lay shattered on the pavement in front of it. "You will be able to see in three directions from there. If you see anybody come back and tell us."

The two men we had picked up on the drive to Malaga were dragging the bodies of the dead men to the edge of the Quay and letting them slide over the edge into the sea. Some of the women were moving packing cases and boxes to the gates to form a barricade. The President was sitting in his car and starting the engine as I passed. He drove it to where his wife and my mother were kneeling beside my father. He waved to me as I looked towards him and my mother gave a weak smile.

I was on the main sea front road. I stopped and looked carefully around. I could see nothing. Apart from some gulls squawking overhead I could hear nothing. I crossed the road and walked quickly to the café on the corner. I crunched over the broken glass and knelt at the corner of the building. I could see up into the main square and along the entire seafront. Nothing was moving. All I could hear was the squawking of the gulls.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

I lay back in my bath and watched as my pubic hairs stood up in the water, away from body. It was a sight that always seemed to fascinate Paul. I suppose I could see a certain fascination in the way they moved from side to side if I created a current by wriggling my fingers beneath the water. I lifted my ass up and watched as my hairs become plastered flat to my pubic mound. I relaxed back into the water and watched as they slowly lifted once again. They were interesting but I wouldn't want to make a hobby out of watching them.

With the arrival of Mary, David had rather skirted through the end of their adventures in Spain. There was so much I was sure he could have said. So many threads he'd left dangling in mid air waiting for somebody to gather them together and weave the final chapters.

Why not me? I could weave.

When it had been his turn to stand guard in the café later that night had Conchita joined him. He had indicated that he found her very attractive and he was certain she knew. Yes, a woman could tell when a man fancies her, and to have an erect penis thrust against your pubic mound is a bit of a give away. But, with all the suffering she had just gone through would she have felt amorous? Her parents and Uncle had been killed. Her mother raped before her eyes.

What would I have felt like? So much bereavement in so short a space of time could have driven her to hide within herself. I could imagine the sister encouraging her suffering. Was I being unfair to her? But I could imagine it.

Alternatively perhaps it made her feel alive. To realise that the ordered, settled ways of the week before were gone, perhaps forever. She could have been raped and murdered herself when held in the village and again that afternoon if they had lost and Lupe had won.

I think that would have been what she would have been like. I know I certainly wouldn't have wanted to die a virgin but I also wouldn't have wanted to lose it tied to a bed in a gang-bang. But then, she would have been much more religious than I am and would have had the black and white conscience called Sister Hortencia with her.

I think she would have followed David to the café. Did he almost shoot her as she crept up on him? There would have been windows on two sides of the café so they could have been inside out of sight. Did they talk at first? Very, very quietly so as to be able to hear any sounds from outside. Did their hands touch in the moonlight? Did they hold each other's, just for company?

Who would have made the first move? David was young. Probably still a virgin himself. Yes, of that I was sure. In nineteen thirties Britain there wasn't a lot of pre-marriage sex around. Not for somebody at his age. I had lost my virginity when I had been eighteen and that was in the permissive sixties. He would have been around that age himself. 

Hmm. Why do they call it lose your virginity as if it was something you mislaid? I didn't lose mine I gave it freely and wholeheartedly to Paul. 

Back to Spain. I was enjoying my soak and I knew that from the time I left the bathroom until I was alone with Paul in our Hotel room that evening I would become public property. There were five or six women waiting down the stairs for me. I was to be manicured, pedicured, coifured, perfumed and dressed. Then my father would be allowed to come back to the house and dress whilst Paul's parents went to check on him and the arrangements in the Village.

Back to Spain. It was irritating that the present kept getting in the way of the past.

They were holding hands in the moonlit café. Were they standing up or sitting down? Sitting down, I would have expected, so that anybody outside would have had difficulty seeing him or her inside. What had they talked about? Did Conchita tell him about her parents, her growing up? What would David have said? Would he have been embarrassed and tongue-tied? How long would it have been before they kissed? Would Conchita have taken the lead and placed David's hand on her breast? 

I could imagine what it would have felt like. Soft and warm. I wondered what foundation garments they wore in those days. But Conchita was young; she would have had no need of a bra to hold her breasts up. Would David have unbuttoned her blouse or would she have done that for him? I could see her nipples standing erect in the cool night air. Would she have pulled David's mouth down to one? I knew what that would have felt like. To have a tongue, wet and soft swirling around one then two lips sucking gently.

Would they have taken her skirt off or just lifted the hem above her waist to give him access to her fanny? I could imagine David with his hand inside her knickers prodding and poking, not really knowing what to do. Would she have given a little sigh as a finger entered her? How wide would she have opened her legs? Did she bend her knees? Would they have spoken or did their actions say it all?

Who would have made the decision to go further? I don't imagine they discussed it. I could see Conchita lying on her back and lifting her hips from the ground as David pulled her knickers from her. Did she reach into his trousers and pull out his prick? I could see her leading him by it until he was between her legs. Would she have known to hold the lips of her fanny open as she guided the tip of David's prick between them? Yes. I was sure she would have known what to do. Women have been discussing this moment with their friends for centuries. 

Would David, though? Would he be eager, over-eager, and push too soon, before he was in place? Yes, I think he would have. I could almost hear Conchita squeal with excitement as she tried to control his prick. Finally it would have been in position and David would have felt it sliding inside her. Did her fanny contract in an automatic attempt to prevent its entry? Would David have kept pushing? Would he have felt her hymen tear? I felt mine go. Did Conchita cry out in pain? I did. It hurt. 

Did it hurt David? Paul told me it had him. He'd never had his foreskin pulled back as far before, he'd said. I remembered that. He was behind me one Sunday morning having a long slow one. I'd asked him who else had pulled his foreskin back for him before then as he moved in and out of me. He just said that it was nobody I knew. I had intended to take the matter further but he was quickening his strokes and I was going to come and, well, one thing lead to another. I liked our Sunday morning shags. 

It was Sunday tomorrow.

I was getting married.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15l



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15l: Another June Wedding Part 12

(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious. No similarity with any person living or dead is intended.

* * * * * *

Part 12.

Somerset 1972.

I felt good. 

We'd been to the Barbers and Steve and I had had a hot towel shave with cut-throat razors. Our hair had been trimmed on our heads and up our nostrils. I felt really clean and fresh. I even smelled nice.

There was a shout from across the street as we left the shop with mine and Jenny's fathers.

"Paul." An American voice. "It's great to see you. They said we'd find you down here."

"Hello Howie, Harve." I said, shaking their hands when they had crossed the road to join us.

I made the introductions. 

"This is Harve and Howard Wolfenstein." I said.

Everybody shook hands.

"What's everyone doing?" Howie asked. "I promised Pa I take him into a British Pub while we're here. He hasn't been in one since the last war."

"You were over here then?" My father asked Harve. He was always interested in fellow ex-servicemen.

"Sure was." Harve replied. "For nearly eighteen months during the build up to D-Day. Where were you?"

"I was in the Caribbean a lot around that time and in Miami." Dad answered.

"Strange places to fight the war from."

"I was fighting a strange war."

"I was in North Africa and up through Italy." George, Jenny's father chipped in.

"Hey Paul." Howie said. "There's a little pub in your village. We drove past it dropping off Martha and Carole and little Harve. Let's stop in there for a quick one."

"Well, I have to go back to my own house after dropping off Paul to collect Mary, my wife." My father said, looking at me. He looked worried. Was it the thought of my going into a pub or what my mother was going to say about it?

"Bring her along." Harve slapped him on the back. "There's nearly three hours to the wedding. A couple of belters will set you up a treat."

We all started walking as if by common consent.

"We'll take Paul back for you." He continued. 

"Just have the one, Paul." My father admonished. "You are getting married."

I knew that. I wondered what Jenny was doing. I missed her. I hadn't seen her in nearly two days. It was the longest period of time I hadn't at least seen her since just after we had meet in Northern Ireland. Was it three years ago?

We were all parked in the new multi-storey car park and parted company there. My father still looked worried.

Harve had hired a big, silver Mercedes and it glided from the car park onto the Minehead road. I pointed out the turning to Chipping Burton to him and inside twenty minutes we were pulling into the car park of the village pub.

It was a quarter to twelve when we walked into the bar. Two and a quarter hours left as a single man. If I stayed for a quarter of an hour I would have plenty of time to go to the cottage, have a final wash and brush up and not need to rush to get ready. That was what I would do.

Howie ordered pints of bitter from the landlord. I caught sight of Stephanie in the back corridor. She took one look at me and hurried from view. What was wrong with her? You'd think she'd never had anybody watch her being fucked before.

I took a swallow from my glass of beer. It tasted horrible. I took another. That was better.

"Hey Mon." 

A hand landed on my shoulder. I looked around and saw Ian and Linda. She looked great in a pale blue dress with shoes to match carrying a white hat. She had looked good the last time I had seen her. On her hands and knees with me kneeling behind her with my prick moving in and out of her ass. I wondered if Michelle would turn up. We'd sent an invite to her via the American Embassy in Cairo but we had no idea if she received it or not. I must ask Jerez. He probably still had dealings with her.

Ian was saying something.

"I want to buy you a drink."

Linda had moved a bit closer to me. I could smell her perfume and feel the warmth from her body.

"I shouldn't." I replied. Was that her hand on my ass? Yes it was. She was smiling at me. "I've got to go soon to get ready."

"You've plenty of time." Ian said turning away.

Another beer appeared next to my glass on the counter of the bar.

Linda's finger was moving up and down the crack between my ass cheeks. I could feel my prick growing.

"Don't, please." I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered. 

"All right." She said removing her hand. "I just thought I'd help get you ready for Jenny."

She glanced down at the front of my trousers.

"I see it worked." She smiled again. "Don't drink to much. Jenny will want a lot of you tonight. Well I would if I was her."

I placed my arm around her waist and gave it a squeeze. I liked Linda. The first girl to make me come. The first girl I had made come, sitting on a toilet seat lapping at her fanny as she stood in front of me. She didn't have much luck after that. To have been raped like that in the old barn by Tommy and his cousins, and to have them take photo's of it. Then for it to happen again in Egypt. In between it all, allowing me to fuck her as part of the ceremony to release Jenny from the influence of Ahmed and his god. No wonder Jenny liked her as well.

I smiled as I remembered.

"What are you smiling at?" She asked.

"Just remembering something."

I kissed her on her cheek then on her lips. She looked deep into my eyes as I did hers. Could I still see the pain?

"Hey." Steve said, pulling my arm. "Don't forget your getting married to Jenny today."

I hadn't forgotten.

I picked up my glass and took another drink, my arm still around Linda's waist. No. I hadn't forgotten I was getting married. 

The pub was staring to fill. Some villagers dressed in casual clothes. Some guests arriving early for my wedding decked out in their finery. 

I started my second beer.

Ian was standing with Harve and Howie. They looked to be on the whisky already.

Another beer appeared on the counter. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter to one. I had to go. 

"I have to go." I said to Linda.

"Come on Paul. Hurry up and finish those drinks." Steve called from the far end of the bar where he was talking to two girls. 

They looked familiar. Oh yes, Great Aunt Matilda's side of the family.

I reached out for my beer and a hand appeared out of nowhere to land on my wrist. I looked at the rings, at the lucky charm bracelet.

"Hello mother." I said.

"What are you still doing here?" She hissed. "You have to be in the church in under an hour."

"Come on Paul, hurry up, you'll be late." Steve called.

Loud enough for everyone to hear that it wasn't his fault. I looked towards him. Harve was pressing a large whisky into my father's hand.

"Gosh." I said, the beer was having a calming effect upon me. "Can that be the time? Right, I really must be going. I'll see you before we walk to the church, mother?"

"I'll be walking with you." She replied. "Steve." She said sternly. "Get him ready on time. I hold you responsible."

We left walking quickly up the lane to my grandfather's cottage. As we crunched over the gravel to the front door I heard Millie, my Labrador bitch, barking. 

"Shut up you daft dog." I called. It's only me." 

My grandfather and Hudson were standing in the large kitchen when we entered the house.

"We were about to start organising a search party for you." My grandfather said.

Not too much of a search party it would have seemed as both were holding glasses of whisky.

"We were dragged into the pub by the Wolfenstein's." I started to explain.

"Not by all the Wolfenstein's." A voice came from inside the lounge.

I'd forgotten they were here.

"Hello Carole, Martha." I called.

I opened the door and stuck my head around it.

"Have a nice trip over?" I asked.

Little Harve was sitting down, holding onto his mother's legs.

"Is he walking?" I asked another question.

"Fine trip over." Martha said.

"And no. He isn't walking yet." Carole answered my second question.

It wasn't my fault. I was an only child.

"I must go and get ready now." I said, they both did look nice. "There's only an hour to go."

"Your mother rang to remind you that you are to be there by half past so that you can have your photo's taken and discuss the sets you are going to have after the ceremony."

I looked out into the hall at Steve.

"Photographer?" I asked.

"Oh yes." He was moving towards the stairs. "I almost forgot about him."

I followed him up the stairs two at a time. We only had twenty minutes.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

My mother and my sisters climbed into the first Rolls Royce as it pulled up outside the front door. I watched from the living room window. Next the dressmaker got into her little car with the hairdresser. Shirley and the other Bridesmaids climbed into the second then it was my turn.

It was a big car. Two-tone grey and bright shinny chrome. 

The driver held open the door and he and my father helped lift my trail in after me. My father took the seat next to me. He squeezed one of my hands as we pulled away.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"A little." I admitted, more to myself than him.

"Don't worry." He was looking at me. "Everybody there is your friend."

Something was welling up inside me.

"Can I open the window?" I needed some air.

"Driver." My father leaned forward to speak. "Can you open the window please."

There was a whirling sound as the window slid down. I opened my mouth and gulped down huge lung fulls of the cooling air. I could feel in running through my hair.

That was better.

"Feeling okay?" Father asked.

I smiled weakly at him and nodded.

Traffic was slowing ahead of us then pulling up to a stop. The driver got out and walked forward to investigate. I looked at the clock on the dashboard of the car. Eight minutes to two. Well, it was fashionable to be a little late.

"A farmers moving some cattle across the road ahead." The driver reported, climbing back behind the steering wheel. "It should only be a few minutes."

I leaned back in my seat.

How had David ended his story?

* * * * *

Spain 1937.

David Wagstaffe.

I was standing by the barricade at first light the next morning with my rifle pointing out towards the town. Looking over my shoulder I could see our fishing boat in the distance heading in towards the Quay. Conchita was lying curled up at my feet fast asleep. It seemed a shame to wake her but we would all need to be ready to move quickly once the boat had docked. I could just make out Celso, one of the men we had picked up the day before kneeling by the corner of the Café. I could see him looking in our direction waiting for the signal to return.

I dropped down beside Conchita and touched her gently on the shoulder. She caught my hand in her own as she smiled and opened her eyes. She smiled up at me and held my hand against one of her breasts. My fingers seemed to open of their own accord and close around it. She sighed as I squeezed it gently. I could feel myself starting to grow inside my trousers again. I recalled the early hours of the morning in the café. Standing side by side with an arm around each other's waist's staring out into the darkness. The silence had been broken by the screams of a young girl. Had I been alone I think I would have gone to try to help her. Conchita had held me tighter. 

"You can do nothing for her." She had said.

She was right of course. I didn't know how many men were with her. I didn't even know exactly where she was. All I would achieve, if I didn't get myself killed, is draw whom ever was out there to the docks.

"It won't be long before the boat arrives." I said to her.

I stood up, knowing she would have full view of the bulge inside my trousers, and looked out at the sea front. She stood with me, her back to the barricade, running her fingertips along the length of my prick. She pressed harder as she rubbed and I closed my eyes. It felt so good. 

Suddenly she stopped moving her fingers. I could her light, quick, footsteps behind me.

"David?" My mother asked. 

I couldn't turn around, not as I was.

"Did you get any sleep at all last night?" She continued.

"I managed a couple of hours." I lied.

"You look very tired." She said turning my face towards her then looking at Conchita. 

I knew Conchita was turning her head away, blushing. Did my mother guess what had happened? Did she know?

"Alistair says the boat will be here in a few minutes. When we start loading he wants you to call Celso to come back."

I nodded. Mother looked from me to Conchita, smiled and walked back towards the warehouse.

"Do you think she guessed?" I asked Conchita.

"She knows." She replied with a smile on her lips, her fingers searching for my prick through the material of my trousers. "She may be your mother but she is also a woman."

I could feel my prick responding to her touch. I felt one of the buttons on my trousers open, then a second and a third. Her hand was inside, pulling me out. Her hand closed around my prick and she started to stroke me. I stared resolutely ahead, panting for breath. Her hand moved faster. I didn't care if anybody came or if anyone could see us. I willed her not to stop. She didn't. I could have shouted when I came. Instead all I could do was hold my breath as I shot time after time onto the packing case and sacking in front of me.

I heard a cheer go up from behind me. Don't tell me they had all been watching. I pushed my wet, rapidly shrinking prick into my trousers and did up one of the buttons then turned around.

The boat had docked and everybody was gathering around it. The short gangplank had been passed up from the waist of the boat to the side of the Quay and people were starting to board. Suddenly she looked very small. I didn't see how she could take us all. There were over fifty of us.

I turned and waved to Celso. He looked quickly around then started to run towards us. 

He was only fifteen yards from the barricade when a single shot rang out. He stumbled, righted himself and looked at me, a look of surprise on his face. A second shot rang out and he fell forward and lay still.

I heard a cry behind me. Turning I saw his wife and three children standing in a group staring at his body. 

"Get them away Conchita." I snapped at her and looked out along the barrel of my rifle.

I could see people moving along the seafront. The wooden packing case on which I rested splintered before me and I felt something strike my cheek. There was a movement in a window two stories up in a building opposite. I fired twice into it. Shots were returned from different directions at the same time. I ducked instinctively. There was a man by the café corner. I fired at him. He disappeared from view. 

I could hear Celso's wife screaming her grief. I fired again. Another shot was fired, this time from my side. I looked. Roddrego was standing there on one foot, leaning against the barricade. He fired again. 

"Keep firing David." He encouraged.

I did again and again. I heard the engines of the boat behind me revving up and glanced quickly over my shoulder. There was still some people waiting to board and it was pulling away. I saw the glass in the wheelhouse shatter so I don't suppose I blamed the Captain.

There was a movement by the café and both Roddrego and I fired at the same time.

I heard movement behind me and turned my head. Alistair was running in a crouch towards us. He carried his revolver in his hand.

"The Captain had to pull away." Alistair panted. "He's lost one of his men already. They were sitting ducks there."

"What are we going to do?" I asked, re-loading the magazine of my rifle. 

I looked down at the two rounds left in my hand as I finished.

"Twelve rounds." I said to nobody in particular, dropping the two spare rounds into a pouch.

"We can't stay here." Alistair said calmly, staring out across the bay.

I looked along the Quay. Everybody was taking whatever cover they could find. I saw my mother peering from behind the packing cases I had used the previous day.

"We could use the Trucks." I suggested.

"Who would drive it? Alistair replied.

He was right. This time they would be expecting us as well.

We all ducked as a volley of bullets struck the barricade. Two shots fizzed over our heads.

"Can you swim?" Alistair asked. 

Roddrego fired.

"Why yes." I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Out there in the bay." He nodded his head.

I looked. Bobbing up and down on the Buoy furthest from the shore was a little fishing boat. A small cabin in the front and an open stern. It looked more a pleasure craft than a working boat. I could imagine a local taking two or three wealthy visitors out to try their hand at sea fishing. It was perhaps two hundred yards away. I could swim but I didn't know if I could swim that far and in the open sea.

I looked across at my mother, I saw Conchita behind her. A lot of questions filled my head. What if? I wouldn't know the answers to them until I reached the boat.

"All right." I said. "When should I go?"

"Now. Please." He replied.

I left my rifle with him and moved along the barricade to the Quayside. There was a six-foot drop into the water. I could see the body of one of the men I'd killed the previous day floating just below the surface. It looked as if he was caught up on something. I took off my shoes and socks then my shirt and trousers. I looked along the Quay and saw my mother and Conchita both peering at me from around the side of the packing cases.

"What are you doing?" My mother called.

"Going for a swim." I replied and lowered myself over the edge of the Quay and into the water.

I heard Roddrego and Alistair firing to attract our assailant's attention. The sudden shock of the water against my skin took my breath away. I held on to one of the ropes which hung over the side for a few seconds to catch my breath then pushed off into a short breast stroke. My legs started to feel heavy at about the mid point and I turned over onto my back and floated for a minute. 

I turned over and tread water for a few seconds looking around to get my bearings. The fishing boat was ahead of me. It still looked a long way away. I began swimming again. I could feel a cramp in one of my calf muscles. I had to keep going. I pulled at the water in front of me, hardly using my legs. Would that boat never get any closer? I swallowed a mouth-full of seawater and gagged. I didn't think I was going to make it. My arms were starting to ache. I turned onto my back to rest again. I don't think it help as the aching and cramps returned almost as soon as I started swimming again. Where was that boat? 

I could see it no more than twenty yards. I swallowed more water. I was nearly there. I was there. 

I hung onto the side of the boat gasping for breath. The side was only two feet above the level of the sea. It was the hardest two feet I ever had to climb. The water didn't seem to want to let me go. It felt as if it were trying to drag me back as I pulled myself up by my arms. I managed to get one leg onto the side and rolled into the boat. I lay still for a minute breathing deeply then rose slowly to my feet. 

I made my ways to the controls by the entrance to the little cabin. The key was in place and there was a dark stain on the decking. Had the owner been trying to flee in his boat? Had somebody shot him?

I looked into the cabin half expecting to see a body. I hadn't realised I had been holding my breath and released it when I saw that it was empty.

I turned the key, pressed the starter button and the engine fired into life. I left it idling and climbed out along the side of the cabin to the Buoy and released the rope securing the boat. I moved back to the controls and moved the throttle lever forward. The propeller bit into the water and the boat moved forward. What was the best thing to do? Head in as fast as I could or take the scenic route and hope I could get there un-noticed. I could see them all crouching behind the packing cases. Even Roddrego and Alistair had left the Barricade.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15l



Straight in. If they had drawn them to the Barricade then they would not be able to shot down at the water. Somebody had been thinking.

But they could shot at me before I reached the safety of the lee of the Quayside. And they were.

I swung the wheel first one way then the other turning the boat into shore then out to sea. The next turn of the wheel took me beneath the edge of the Quay. I cut the throttle and the boat slowed and crunched against the Quayside. I was coming to a spot beneath where they were gathered. I tied the boat front and aft to some rings set into the concrete wall as reached up to catch the rope that was thrown down to me. The children and Celso came aboard first then my father and Roddrego. Roddrego took up position at the controls. My father still looked pale. My mother and Conchita followed them, both kissing my cheek as I helped them into the boat. Alistair dropped two rifles to me then threw down my bundle of clothes. He turned fired towards the Barricade with his revolver then, holding onto the rope, dropped over the side of the Quay. I caught his legs and he released the rope. 

I went to the bow of the boat and untied the rope. Somebody must have undone the stern rope as we were moving before I returned to the well of the boat. I hurried into the stern of the boat where Alistair was struggling to re-load his revolver one handed and knelt by the wooden box that covered the engine. I picked up my rifle and pointed it to the top of the Quay. We were moving away, turning out to sea. I could see somebody's head then shoulders. I took aim and fired. He disappeared from view. 

We were twenty yards from the Quay and moving away. It looked like we were going to make it. Thirty yards, forty yards. There were four men by the packing cases. They lifted their weapons towards us. I fired, and again. I saw the puffs of smoke in reply. Heard a scream behind me. I fired again. Click. I was empty.

I fumbled in my bundle of clothing for my Bandoleer and took my last two rounds from a pouch. Alistair was firing his revolver.

I ducked instinctively as somebody fired a rifle behind me. I looked along my barrel to the Quay but there was nobody in sight. I kept looking as we moved further out to sea. I could see somebody moving by the packing cases and seagulls circling overhead.

I suddenly felt very cold. I was trembling. Alistair handed me my shirt and I turned towards the cabin as I put it on. 

My mother was kneeling beside Conchita the front of whose blouse was bright red. She was pressing a pad of cloth against her chest. Conchita held out her hand to me and I took it. Squeezing myself in between her and the side of the boat I placed my arm around her and held her. 

My mother looked up at me and shook her head slowly. 

Conchita leaned her head against my shoulder. I could hear her breathing becoming quieter, slower. I kissed her forehead and her lips. She smiled up at me. Tried to lift her hand to my face then went still.

Something inside me hurt. A real, physical pain. I could feel it building. I thought I would explode.

I was crying. My mother was trying to hold me but I pushed her away and sat with Conchita my tears falling onto her hair.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny.

We were fifteen minutes late arriving at the Church. 

The hairdresser and the dressmaker fussed about me as I stood in the porch. Then everybody was happy.

The organ was playing 'Here comes the bride'. 

I walked into the church on my father's arm with Shirley and my four sisters following. 

I was going to be married.





The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15m



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15m: Another June Wedding Part 13

(Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Somerset 1972.

Jenny Wagstaffe.

We left the Marquee in the walled garden at Paul's grandfather's cottage at seven o'clock. We walked hand in hand across the lawns and up the terraces to the French windows with Millie, Paul's dog, bounding around our legs. Saying thank you to our guests and receiving their congratulations in return.

Paul had made his speech at the wedding breakfast after Steve and my father had made theirs. I liked the last part best of all.

"And to those who wish to know why I choose to get married I can tell you." He'd said. He'd looked down at me and I'd held his hand. "It's because I love her."

He sat down, put his arm around my waist and kissed me on the lips. I'd wished we'd been alone at that moment.

We were now.

We climbed up the stairs to his bedroom. I led the way. I could imagine him watching my ass cheeks as they moved beneath my wedding dress. He didn't need to. It was my intention that he saw an awful lot of them that night.

As he closed the door to his bedroom I turned to face him and with my arms around his neck, pulled his mouth down to my own. Our lips touched then opened. I could feel the tip of his tongue against my teeth and gums and touched it with my own. We fenced for a second then I pulled my tongue back drawing his further inside my mouth.

His hands were roaming over my back reaching down to my ass cheeks. There was far too much material for him to feel them properly. I broke our kiss and looked him in the eye.

"We had best get dressed ready to leave." I could feel his prick, hard against my belly. 

I ran my fingers down his cheek.

"You know your mother." I continued. "She'll have the stop watch out knowing to the second how long it should take us to get ready."

"You're right." He agreed with a sigh. "It's just that I haven't seen you alone for days."

"You'll see a lot of me tonight." I kissed his chin. "I promise you that."

I turned my back towards him.

"Here." I said over my shoulder. "Unzip me please."

I didn't appreciate how constricting the bodice of my wedding dress had been until he slowly pulled down the zip. I could breathe.

He picked up my dress after I'd stepped out of it and hung it on it on a hanger from his wardrobe as I pulled my slip over my head and undid the heavy under-wired bra I'd had to wear. I rubbed my breasts to restore the circulation.

Paul stood in front of me watching. He rubbed his prick through his trousers.

"You have to get changed as well." I told him.

It must prove that a man loves you if he can see you in your tights and still want you.

I peeled off my garter from my left thigh and dropped it into my small suitcase that held my overnight things and a change of clothing for the morning. That night we were going to the best hotel in Taunton. We would then be driving up to London and staying overnight in the flat and catching the plane to Malaga on Monday afternoon.

I peeled off my tights and stood there in only my panties. Should I give him the full view? Better not. He'd want to have me here and now and I wouldn't put up too much of a struggle. 

Oh no. He was moving closer. He'd taken off his jacket and waistcoat. He was wearing braces on his trousers. He slipped the straps off his shoulders as he walked towards me. His fingers were at the fastenings of his trouser top. He was undoing it, unzipping himself. I could feel myself getting wet. Not moist, wet.

We did have time for a quick one if he really wanted it. I knew I did. 

He kissed my cheek and walked past me to where his clothes were hanging over the back of the chair by his small desk. He stepped out of his dress trousers and threw them onto the bed, his shirt followed. He was wearing white 'Y fronts'. He was picking up his checked shirt and putting it on.

I wasn't having that.

I pulled my panties off and coughed. He turned his head towards me and looked me up and down. 

"We really must get dressed." He said matter of factly. "We haven't time for anything else."

I would have believed him if it weren't for his hard-on making a tent inside his underpants. I moved towards him and placed my hand upon it. I could feel it throbbing. I pushed my hand inside his underpants and cupped his balls. His own hand was already squeezing my ass cheeks, a finger searching between them for my anus.

I pulled his foreskin back and forth a couple of times. He rubbed my anus. His other hand was feeling one of my breasts then my belly, and then my pubic hairs until the tip of one finger just touched my clit. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder. He kissed the hair on the top of my head. I sighed gently.

He moved his hands and guided me to the bed. I was going to turn to face him but he gently pushed me forward. I knew what he wanted and knelt on the edge of the bed with my head towards the window that overlooked the garden below. Thankfully the curtains had be closed.

His hands were on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and I felt the tip of his prick touching my anus. He rubbed it against it and I sighed again. It felt really nice. He pushed against it so gently. I could feel my hole opening slightly then he pulled back and moved his prick down to the lips of my fanny. I tried to open my knees wider to give him better access and arched my back. The muscles in my stomach region contracted as he entered me. He pushed a couple of inches in at first then pulled out. A little further in next time then out again. The next thrust took him fully inside me. I felt his balls banging against my clit. His hands were on my hips now as he started stroking in and out of me. I moaned with pleasure. He was moving faster. I could feel my orgasm building. Felt the peak around my clit and spread throughout my entire body. He was still moving. I tried to squeeze my fanny around his prick to make it tighter for him. I heard him groaning and panting. Then with a thrust that quite drove the breath from my body I felt him jerking inside me.

He was breathing heavily as if he'd run a race. He stood there with his prick still inside me as his breathing slowly returned to normal then pulled himself from me.

I turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the bed with his shiny, wet prick inches from my face. He couldn't put that inside his underpants so I picked up my used panties and cleaned it for him finishing by giving his little wee hole a kiss.

I stood up and he kissed me. I could feel him growing again.

"Later Tiger," I said, kissing his nose, "let's get dressed."

"I've never had a married woman before." Paul observed.

"I should hope not." I retorted.

We hurriedly dressed and threw some last minute things into our overnight bags then made our ways downstairs. Hudson and Len were standing at the foot of the stairs and took our cases from us as we went back out into the gardens through the French windows. I carried my wedding bouquet.

People were piling out of the Marquee and forming a processional avenue to the bridge over the stream at the bottom of the garden the other side of which there stood an open topped carriage with two horses and a driver in old fashioned livery.

I kissed so many people goodbye. We crossed the bridge stopped for photo's then climbed into the carriage.

"Aren't you throwing you bouquet?" Paul asked.

"No. Not this time." I replied.

"You're planning on another time already?"

"Don't be silly." I gave his hand a squeeze. 

We both waved as the carriage moved off. I could hear some shouts of disappointment from the Spinsters of the parish but I had something I wanted to do.

The cans somebody had tied to the back of the carriage started clattering as we moved off the Bridle path and onto the metalled road. We were to be driven through this village of Chipping Marsden to the next village called Chipping Burton where a hire car would be waiting in the pub car park to take us into Taunton. 

We passed the church, the ground covered with confetti, and through the village proper. Past the village shop and post office then to the disused Catholic chapel and Cemetery. I called to the driver to stop at the gates and climbed out with Paul following.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Something for your mother." I said and squeezed through the rusted gates.

I heard them scrapping behind me as Paul pushed them further apart then he caught me up and held my hand. We stopped at the graves of Alistair and Natasha. I looked at Paul then placed my bouquet on Alistair's grave. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and start to run down my cheeks.

"That's nice that you should have thought of them." Paul said placing his arm around my waist.

I turned to face him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, brushing the tears from my cheeks with his fingertips.

I didn't answer. I couldn't speak. 

"Let's go." He said and led me away. "No more tears. You're a married woman now."

This really is the end.

This was to have been Part 1 of Spanish Honeymoon but I think it will fit in better here.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16a



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16a: Spanish Honeymoon Part 1

 (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved). 

All events and characters are fictitious.

Jenny 

I was married. 

We had heard the speeches, drank our Champagne and danced the first dance together. 

We left the Marquee in the walled garden at Paul's grandfather's cottage at seven o'clock. Hand in hand we walked across the lawns and up the terraces to the French windows with Millie, Paul's dog, bounding around our legs. Stopping here and there to say thank you to our guests and receive their congratulations in return. 

Paul had made his speech at the wedding breakfast after Steve and my father had made theirs. I liked the last part best of all. 

"And to those who wish to know why I choose to get married I can tell you." He'd said. He'd looked down at me and I'd held his hand. "It's because I love you." 

He sat down as the applause started, put his arm around my waist and kissed me on the lips. His face was red with embarrassment. I wished we'd been alone at that moment. 

We were alone now. 

We climbed up the stairs to his bedroom. I led the way. I could imagine him watching the movements my ass cheeks made as they moved beneath my wedding dress. He didn't need to. It was my intention that he saw an awful lot of them that night. 

As he closed the door to his bedroom I turned to face him and with my arms around his neck, pulled his mouth down to my own. Our lips touched then opened. I could feel the tip of his tongue against my teeth and gums and touched it with my own. We fenced for a second then I pulled my tongue back drawing his further inside my mouth. 

His hands were roaming over my back reaching down to my ass cheeks. There was far too much material for him to feel them properly. I broke our kiss and looked him in the eye. 

"We had best get dressed ready to leave." I could feel his prick, hard, against my belly. 

I ran my fingers down his cheek. 

"You know your mother." I continued. "She'll have the stop watch out knowing to the second how long it should take us to get ready." 

"You're right." He agreed with a sigh. "It's just that I haven't seen you alone for days." 

"You'll see a lot of me tonight." I kissed his chin. "I promise you that." 

I turned my back towards him. 

"Here." I said over my shoulder. "Unzip me please." 

I didn't appreciate how constricting the bodice of my wedding dress had been until he slowly pulled down the zip. I could breathe. 

He picked up my dress after I'd stepped out of it and hung it on a hanger from his wardrobe as I pulled my slip over my head and undid the heavy under-wired bra I'd had to wear. I rubbed my breasts to restore the circulation. 

Paul stood in front of me watching. He rubbed his prick through his trousers. 

"You have to get changed as well." I told him. 

It must prove that a man loves you if he can see you in your tights and still want you. 

I peeled off my garter from my left thigh and dropped it into my small suitcase that held my overnight things and a change of clothing for the morning. That night we were going to the best hotel in Taunton. We would then be driving up to London and staying overnight in the flat and catching the plane to Malaga on Monday afternoon. 

I peeled off my tights and stood there in only my panties. Should I give him the full view? Better not. He'd want to have me here and now and I wouldn't put up too much of a struggle. 

Oh no. He was moving closer. He'd taken off his jacket and waistcoat. He was wearing braces on his trousers. He slipped the straps off his shoulders as he walked towards me. His fingers were at the fastenings of his trouser top. He was undoing it, unzipping himself. I could feel myself getting wet. Not moist, wet. 

We did have time for a quick one if he really wanted it. I knew I did. 

He kissed my cheek and walked past me to where his clothes were hanging over the back of the chair by his small desk. He stepped out of his dress trousers and threw them onto the bed, his shirt followed. He was wearing white 'Y fronts'. He was picking up his checked shirt and putting it on. 

I wasn't having that. 

I pulled my panties off and coughed. He turned his head towards me and looked me up and down. 

"We really must get dressed." He said matter of factly. "We haven't time for anything else." 

I would have believed him if it weren't for his hard-on making a tent inside his underpants. I moved towards him and placed my hand upon it. I could feel it throbbing. I pushed my hand inside his underpants and cupped his balls. His own hand was already squeezing my ass cheeks, a finger searching between them for my anus. 

I pulled his foreskin back and forth a couple of times. He rubbed my anus. His other hand was feeling one of my breasts then my belly, and then my pubic hairs until the tip of one finger just touched my clit. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder. He kissed the hair on the top of my head. I sighed gently. 

He moved his hands and guided me to the bed. I was going to turn to face him but he gently pushed me forward. I knew what he wanted and knelt on the edge of the bed with my head towards the window that overlooked the garden below. Thankfully the curtains had been closed. 

His hands were on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and I felt the tip of his prick touching my anus. He rubbed it against it and I sighed again. It felt really nice. He pushed against it so gently. I could feel my hole opening slightly then he pulled back and moved his prick down to the lips of my fanny. I tried to open my knees wider to give him better access and arched my back. The muscles in my stomach region contracted as he entered me. He pushed a couple of inches in at first then pulled out. A little further in next time then out again. The next thrust took him fully inside me. I felt his balls banging against my clit. His hands were on my hips now as he started stroking in and out of me. I moaned with pleasure. He was moving faster. I could feel my orgasm building. Felt it peak around my clit and spread throughout my entire body. He was still moving. I tried to squeeze my fanny around his prick to make it tighter for him. I heard him groaning and panting. Then with a thrust that quite drove the breath from my body I felt him jerking inside me. 

He was breathing heavily as if he'd run a race. He stood there with his prick still inside me as his breathing slowly returned to normal then pulled himself from me. 

I turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the bed with his shiny, wet prick inches from my face. He couldn't put that inside his underpants so I picked up my used panties and cleaned it for him finishing by giving his little wee hole a kiss. 

I stood up and he kissed me. I could feel him growing again. 

"Later Tiger," I said, kissing his nose, "let's get dressed." 

We hurriedly dressed in our travelling clothes. I was wearing a dark green suit and a pale green blouse. Paul put on his new blazer and a pair of grey trousers and we threw some last minute things into our overnight bags then made our ways downstairs. Hudson and Len were standing at the foot of the stairs and took our cases from us as we went back out into the gardens through the French windows. I carried my wedding bouquet, as tradition demanded. There was one tradition I was going to break with though. 

People were piling out of the Marquee and forming a processional avenue to the bridge over the stream at the bottom of the garden the other side of which there stood an open topped carriage with two horses and a driver in old fashioned livery. 

I kissed so many people goodbye. We crossed the bridge stopped for photo's then climbed into the carriage. 

"Aren't you throwing you bouquet?" Paul asked. 

"No. Not this time." I replied. 

"You're planning on another time already?" 

"Don't be silly." I gave his hand a squeeze. 

We both waved as the carriage moved off. I could hear some shouts of disappointment from the spinsters of the parish but I had something I wanted to do. 

The cans somebody had tied to the back of the carriage started clattering as we moved off the bridle path and onto the metalled road. We were to be driven through this village of Chipping Marsden to the next village called Chipping Burton where a hire car would be waiting in the pub car park to take us into Taunton. 

We passed the church, the ground covered with confetti and through the village proper. Past the village shop and post office then to the disused Catholic chapel and cemetery. I called to the driver to stop at the gates and climbed out with Paul following. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. 

"Something for your mother." I said and squeezed through the rusted gates. 

I heard them scraping behind me as Paul pushed them further apart then he caught me up and held my hand. We stopped at the graves of Alistair and Natasha. I looked at Paul then placed my bouquet on Alistair's grave. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and start to run down my cheeks. 

"That's nice that you should have thought of them." Paul said placing his arm around my waist. 

I turned to face him. 

"What's wrong?" He asked, brushing the tears from my cheeks with his fingertips. 

I didn't answer. I couldn't speak. 

"Let's go." He said and led me away. "No more tears. You're a married woman now." 

"Oh Paul." I said, leaning my head against his shoulder as he led me back to the carriage. 

He handed me up into the carriage and climbed into the seat beside me. The driver flicked the horse's backs with his reins and we were moving again. The cans were clattering on the road behind us. People were waving at us as we passed. Paul pointed to some and told me their names. 

We stopped at the pub on the outskirts of Chipping Burton where one of the Rolls Royce's was parked and changed vehicles. The final part of our journey into Taunton was to be undertaken by car. 

As we sat back in the firm yet comfortable seats surrounded by the smell of polished wood and leather Paul slipped his arm around my waist and his lips were on mine before the car pulled away. His other hand was on my stomach then my breast. I pulled it away and placed it on my lap. 

"Don't." I hissed as we broke our kiss. "The driver will see." 

"We're married." He could look hurt when he didn't get his own way. 

champagne "Let's wait. We'll enjoy it all the more. Look." I pointed down at an ice bucket in which stood a bottle of Champagne. 

"A young American said you might want it." The driver said over his shoulder. 

"Thoughtful." Paul said tearing at the foil cover and unwinding the wire. "Glasses?" 

"On the rear parcel shelf." The driver replied. 

I looked behind the headrests and saw two tall thin glasses and a brown envelope. 

"What's this?" I asked as the cork popped gently and Paul poured some of the sparkling wine into the glasses. 

"Best open it." Paul said, placing the bottle back in the bucket. 

"Hold this." I said passing him his glass and looking at the envelope. "It's address to Mrs Wagstaffe. It isn't for your mother, is it?" 

"No." Paul replied, watching me intently with a smile at the corner of his lips. "Open it." 

I slipped a finger under one flap and lifted it. It felt like there was a small book inside. I pulled it out. It was a dark blue British passport. 

I turned it over. I feel the tears welling up inside me as I looked down at the name. 

Mrs J. I couldn't see properly. There was the name Wagstaffe. I remembered Paul had had me sign an application as Mrs Wagstaffe a few weeks earlier but they couldn't have produced it so quickly after my change of name. 

"Grandfather has a friend." Paul answered my unasked question. 

He handed me back my glass. 

"Here's to you, Mrs Wagstaffe." He said clinking his glass against mine. 

Fuck the driver, he can have me now if he want's. 

* * * * * 

Paul. 

Jenny clung to my arm looking down at the hotel register as I signed in as Mr and Mrs Wagstaffe. 

champagne It had seemed a waste to leave the bottle of Champagne in the car over half full. On second thoughts perhaps it had been a wise move, I didn't want any problems down below tonight. 

I kissed Jenny on the lips as we went up the three floors to our room in the lift. 

The door to our room was opened and our bags taken to the bedroom. 

"Would you care to have your bags unpacked, Sir?" One of the two men who'd accompanied us from reception asked. 

"No thank you." Jenny replied. "We'll manage. Later." 

I reached into my pocket for some coins to give to the two men. 

"There's no need for that, Sir." The man said taking a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket in a stand. "An American gentleman has seen to everything." 

"We'll manage that ourselves." Jenny said as the man started to undo the wire. 

"As you wish, Madame." 

The second man left and the first stopped in the doorway. 

"Would you like me to show you where everything is?" He asked. 

"I'm sure I'll find it." I assured him. 

Jenny punched me in the middle of my back. 

The door closed and we were alone. 

I pulled Jenny to me and kissed her. Her lips opened and our tongues met. Each tip exploring the others. other's? 

"I must go to the bathroom." Jenny said breathlessly as we pulled our mouths apart. 

I watched her walk towards what I assumed was the bathroom. Well, they hadn't taken our suitcases into there. 

She removed and dropped the jacket to her green suit on the back of a chair as she passed. Her ass cheeks moved beneath her skirt. Tight, high mounds that formed then disappeared to be replaced by a new mound on the other cheek. 

I rubbed my cock through my trousers as I removed my own jacket and placed it on top of hers. 

I heard the toilet flush and saw the door open slightly. The shower was on. This needed investigating. I approached the door and pushed it open wide. Jenny was standing in front of the entrance to the shower cubicle, naked. She had a serious look on her face as she pulled some pins from her hair. Her breasts were fuller than when I'd first seen them three years before. Had it only been three years? So much had happened in that time. 

It looked as if she had trimmed her pubic mound. I hadn't noticed when I'd had her when we were getting changed. I must have had something more pressing on my mind at the time. 

I suddenly realised that it had been ages since I'd really looked at her. She wasn't a teenager anymore. She would be twenty-two in September. She was becoming a woman. 

A woman who was smiling at me. 

"Enjoying the view?" She asked. 

"Hmm." I replied, for a second I couldn't trust myself to speak. 

"Yes. Thanks." I continued, with a little cough to clear my throat. 

She placed her pins in a soap dish by the side of the hand basin and felt the temperature of the water in the shower with one hand. 

"Coming in to do my back?" She asked, stepping under the jets of water. 

I emptied my bladder into the toilet bowl as I undressed and was naked as I shook the drips from the end of my prick. 

I squeezed into the shower cubical and placed my hands around Jenny's waist and pulled her back against me feeling her ass cheeks pushing back against my prick. It felt great. I lifted my hands to her breasts and lifted and squeezed them. I could feel her hard little nipples pushing into the palms of my hands. 

I don't know how long we stood there like that. Moving our hips slightly to keep up the pressure between her ass and my prick. My hands feeling her breasts. Then she turned to face me. Some of her make-up was running. Black lines from her eyes, down her cheeks. Confetti sticking to her skin. 

She looked slightly comical. I had to laugh as I picked some of the small pieces of paper from her body and letting them fall, with the water, into the bottom of the shower. 

"What's up?" She asked, rubbing her pubic mound against my prick and pushing my hands down to her ass cheeks. 

"Your make-ups running." I told her, taking an ass cheek in each hand and massaging them. 

"Damn." Leaning her head against my chest. "I don't normally wear as much as this." 

"Don't worry. It's washing off." I assured her. 

"Enough." She suddenly said and stepping from the shower started to dry her body with one of the large bath towels. 

I quickly soaped my hair and stood under the jets letting the water rinse the suds away. 

Jenny was gone by the time I stepped from the shower and started to dry myself. I pulled back my foreskin and checked it was clean underneath. 

I let it fall and wiped between my ass cheeks. Finished, I dropped the towel into the soiled laundry basket and walked into the lounge. The lights were off and the curtains drawn, there was a light shining under the bedroom door and I hurried across the room towards it. I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it. 

"Don't come in for a moment." Jenny called from inside. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing. I'm just not ready yet." She replied. "Go and get the champagne." 

"Do you want to go down to dinner?" I asked, collecting the bottle and ice bucket. 

"Couldn't eat a thing." 

I could feel my prick rising. 

"You can come in now." 

I slowly opened the door and peered around its edge. 

The bedside light furthest from the door was on. Jenny had folded the main bed covers neatly to the bottom of the bed and lay on it covered only by a sheet. I could see the thin straps of a nightdress on her shoulders. I sniffed the air. It was full of a light perfume. I placed the ice bucket on the floor by the side of the bed and lifted the sheet and slid beneath it. As I moved across the bed towards her Jenny reached up and switched off the light. 

I placed my hand on her stomach, feeling the soft silky material that covered it. I'd never felt anything like it before. She reached up with one hand and pulled my head down to her own and opened her lips to my probing tongue. Her fingers were already stroking my prick before I'd moved my hand to uncover her breast. I lifted my head and looked down into her eyes. The pupils looked huge. 

I moved down the bed pulling my prick from her hand and sucked on one of her nipples. I swirled my tongue around it then sucked some more. I heard her sigh and she arched her back, shifting her body on the bed. I reached down for the hem of her nightdress and slowly pulled it up over her thighs, her pubic mound and finally her stomach. 

"Shall we take it off?" I suggested, lifting my lips from her nipple. 

"Don't you like it?" She replied breathlessly. 

"I do. I do." I assured her. 

"You've already said that." She reminded me lifting her ass cheeks from the bed and then helping me slip it over her head and off. 

"I know." I said, lying on my back and looking at her back in the dim light that was seeping through the heavy curtains as she sat up and laid the nightdress flat on top the covers at the foot of the bed. 

"And did you really mean it?" She said turning towards me as she lay by my side. 

"Mean what?" 

"What you said at the reception." 

"Which part?" 

"The last part." 

She held one of the hairs on my chest between her forefinger and thumb and pulled gently. 

"Of course I did." 

"You'd better have me then." 

She lay on her back and guided me on top of her, bending her knees and reaching down for my prick. She positioned its head against her fanny lips and held me tight as I pushed it into her. She groaned gently as I pulled back and sank deeper inside. I pulled back and pushed again. It felt so tight and warm in there. I kissed her forehead and felt her teeth hold the skin covering my collarbone. I moved faster, lifting my head to take a deep breath. I could feel her fanny contracting and relaxing in time with my movements. Then the sudden, more intense tightening as she came. I kept moving. It felt so good, and so did I. I could go on forever. She was coming again. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16a



I stopped moving while she came down then pulled out of her. 

"What's wrong?" She asked. 

"Nothing." I hastened to re-assure her. "Can I finish from behind." 

"Of course, master." 

I loved it when she was my slave. 

"You can have me anyway you like." She continued moving onto her hands and knees as I knelt behind her. 

I could make out the twin orbs of her ass cheeks. I moved in close behind them and pulled them apart. The tip of my prick touched her anus then I moved it down to her fanny and entered her fully with a single thrust. 

"Oh." She sighed as I began moving in and out. 

"Ah." She gasped as I moved faster. 

She reached back between her legs and held my balls in her hand. 

"Oh yes." I panted. 

She was coming again. Her fanny was tightening around my prick. My balls were tightening. I was there. 

I hadn't realised I'd been holding my breath. I released it and breathed deeply as I pumped into her. 

"That was nice." She said dreamily, laying her head on my chest as we lay together. 

I ran my fingers down her spine and sought for her anus. She snuggled closer as I rubbed it. 

"You are a good master." She said. 

I could feel her breath, warm against the hairs on my chest. 

"And you're a good slave." 

"But you haven't commanded me to do anything yet." 

"What would you like me to tell you to do?" 

"You know it doesn't work that way." 

She lifted her head and looked down at me. I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair. It was still slightly damp. I applied some pressure to the back of her head. 

"Yes master." 

She made each syllable twice its usual length. 

"Go down." I whispered. 

"You wish me to go somewhere?" 

"Please." 

"Where shall I go?" 

I lifted my hips from the bed and pushed against her head. 

"Master wishes me to go there?" 

"Hmm." I replied as she licked one of my nipples. 

She moved her body down the bed. I could feel her warm breath against my ribs and stomach. Her tongue slowly explored my navel. Feeling the little creases in its skin. I swivelled my hips again trying to bring my prick closer to her mouth. 

"Hmm." She said, touching the tip of my prick with her tongue. "What have we here?" 

With her lips and tongue she explored the length of my shaft. When she reached my balls she sucked each one into her mouth in turn. 

I released a deep sigh as she finally worked her way back to the tip of my prick and sucked it into her mouth. She cupped my balls in her hand then moved it to stroke the base of my shaft in time with the movements of her mouth. I sighed deeply again. It felt so good. 

Her hand and mouth moved together. Moving faster. Faster still. I could feel my prick growing even longer, filling out. Filling her mouth. I grunted and groaned then, holding her head between my hands, shot deep into the back of her throat. She gurgled then swallowed then swallowed again as my balls emptied into her. 

Finally my body relaxed and I felt my prick going down. She kept it inside her mouth, sucking and licking on it. I willed it to grow again but I knew its limitations. 

"Let's rest for a moment." I suggested breathlessly. 

She lifted her head. 

"What?" She asked. 

"Rest." I replied. "Come here." 

She moved back up the bed, still holding my prick in one hand. I placed an arm around her and kissed her forehead as she lay her head on my shoulder. She pulled my foreskin back then released it. 

"That's nice." I assured her. 

I felt her breasts. The nipples were hard against the palm of my hand. She snuggled closer and seemed to purr. 

"That's nice as well." She said dreamily then lifted her head and looked down at my face. "What shall we do now?" 

"Would you like a drink?" I asked. 

"Hmm." She sighed as my finger slid between her ass cheeks and gently rubbed her anus. "Water, please." 

"But that's in the other room." I protested. 

I was warm and comfortable and didn't want to move. 

"I have a jar of Vaseline." Jenny said, reaching behind her and pulling my finger from her anus. "Go on. For me." 

I could feel my prick growing and so could she. She stroked it twice then patted it once. 

"Go on." She continued. "I'll be waiting for you." 

I tried not to run across the sitting room to the bathroom. I took a glass from the wash stand and filled it with water from the tap. That would do, I thought. I had a quick piss and washed my hands then started back to the bedroom. I heard a noise. Somebody was trying the door handle and fiddling with the lock. I heard a voice outside. 

"Hey. You. What do you think your doing?" 

I heard the sound of somebody running and I hurried to the door and opened it. One of the men who had shown us to our room earlier was running down the corridor chasing a man. I could only see his back for a second before he started down the stairs at the end of the hall. There was something familiar about him. I had it for a moment and then it was gone. 

Other doors in the corridor were opening. I heard a woman shriek. Now what? 

"Paul." I heard Jenny call from the bedroom door. "Come inside and close that door." 

Realising I was standing in the corridor naked I did as I was told but not before I caught the smile on the face of the woman in the room opposite and her wink.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16b



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16b: Spanish Honeymoon Part 2

We landed at Malaga International Airport from Gatwick Airport at three in the afternoon.

It had hardly turned out to be the fun filled first night of married bliss I'd hoped for.

First the manager had arrived in response to somebody reporting a naked man in the corridor. Then the police arrived and wanted statements concerning the intruder and then, to end a perfect night Howie arrived drunk as a skunk. Carol went straight to their room and Jenny had followed her. Howie wanted me to stay up and drink with him. I reminded him it was my wedding night and he made a big show of checking our bedroom for Jenny. Of course, she wasn't there but he did find the Vaseline.

The policeman who had taken my statement, such as it was, looked at it, then at me.

What could I say? Anything but what we had intended to use it for. That would have been illegal.

Finally, Jenny returned and we managed to get rid of both Howie and the policeman. Howie left clutching the remains of our bottle of Champagne and, so I discovered later, the Vaseline.

The temperature in England had been a pleasant twenty-two degrees when we left. It was at least ten degrees more when we landed.

I waved to Carlos, who had been in charge of the Villa north of Malaga for as long as I could remember. I still didn't know exactly what my Grandfather had done to deserve the gift of the building on the death of Rodrego's parents but it seemed to suit a lot of people. I loved it there.

Some of my summers had been lonely if I examined them too carefully but all that came to mind were the good times and there had been plenty of those.

"Hallo, Sir." Carlos said pumping my hand with his own. "It has been too long a time."

"How long?" I suddenly couldn't remember my last visit.

"Nearly four years, Sir."

I hadn't been to Spain since before I met Jenny. It had been to long.

Speaking of Jenny.

"Carlos." I felt I should be very formal. "May I introduce my wife, Jennifer."

"Call me Jenny." She said taking his hand and smiling at him. I think she won a fan.

"Let me take your case." Carlos said, taking her bag and leading her to the big silver Mercedes illegally parked by the entrance to the airport terminal building.

I followed behind carrying my own bag.

"This is Herto." Carlos said as a large man climbed from the front of the car and opened the passenger doors and boot.

"Hallo Herto." Jenny said smiling at him.

Herto's eyes widened a little then he turned away and placed our bags in the boot.

I looked over my shoulder as I followed Jenny into the rear of the car. I'd had this feeling of being followed ever since I'd left the flat in London this morning.

Jenny hadn't noticed anything. I'd asked her.

We had had dinner the evening before in the flat of the Admiral and his wife. They had hired in a chef for the evening and a pretty young girl to serve the meal.

Later, in our own flat, full of food and wine and a glass of Brandy I had shared the piano stool with Jenny and played one handed, with my other hand around her waist.

The night was warm and Jenny had rested her head on my shoulder. We talked a little and planned our futures together. Then she fell silent.

I had to shake her awake and she made me carry her to the bedroom. I helped her undress and climbed naked into bed beside her. She lay her head on my shoulder and I felt one of her ass cheeks. She had snuggled closer as I had probed for her anus.

"This is nice." She had said. 

I'd rubbed her anus and she had sighed. I switched the light off and closed my eyes for a second.

It was the sounds of Hudson in the flat the next morning, preparing for the arrival of the Wolfensteins that had awoken me. I looked towards the foot of the bed and saw Jenny with a just out of the shower look. She was wearing panties and hooking up her bra.

"Come on sleepy head." She'd said. "Time to get up."

I pushed back the bedclothes to show her that my prick already was.

"No time for that." She'd said. "Make it go down and have a shower. You know Hudson has a lot to do today. He wants to take us to the airport in half an hour."

I'd stretched, held up my prick for her to see. 

"No." She'd finished dressing and was walking towards the door. "I'm going to make some tea."

So it had been tea and toast after a quick shower. Then the drive to the airport and this feeling somebody was watching me

We drove away from the airport and started to climb up into the hills above Malaga. I look down on the town as we swept through turn after turn and pointed out various landmarks to Jenny. The clear blue waters of the bay and harbour. The old stone jetty. 

We turned onto a minor road and passed through a village with a cobbled square on which was set out tables and chairs in front of the cafe. It was late afternoon and a number of the tables were occupied by, it seemed, mostly middle-aged men drinking wine. 

"This must be the village where your grandmother and father and Alistair were caught and your grandfather had to drive a lorry into a crowd of men to rescue them." Jenny said as we passed out of the square continued along the road.

She was beginning to know more of my family history than I did.

My mother once said that she didn't want them filling my head with stories from before I was born. Afraid I might follow in their footsteps I think. 

Well, things had certainly happened to me, but only since I'd known Jenny. Perhaps it wasn't me after all? Perhaps it was she?

I took her hand and squeezed it gently. She squeezed my hand back and lay her head against my shoulder.

There was nothing to worry about. I, no we, were on our honeymoon.

A further two miles and we were in the village at the foot of the road leading up to the villa.

The area was starting to become developed. When I was young ours was the only villa of any size in the area. Now we passed four others as we drove into the village and I could see more on the hillside on the far side of it.

"A lot of people are starting to live here." I observed to the two men in the front of the car.

"More and more each year." Carlos replied. "Most are welcome."

"And some are not?" Jenny prompted.

"We do not have an extradition treaty with you country and some find this a good place to live for that reason."

"Are there any living around here?" Jenny asked nervously squeezing my hand.

"No." Carlos reassured her. "I do not think so."

The gates to the Villa were standing open as we arrived. Herto walked back to close them as Carlos helped us with our luggage.

Jenny was introduced to Maria, the cook, who, with Carlos, had been at the Villa for as long as I could remember. Contria, her niece, was in the village that evening but would be back in the morning. She did the cleaning and the beds. The name rang a bell but I couldn't place her face. 

"What happened to Carmen?" I asked.

She had done the cleaning for as long as I could remember.

"She has moved down into the village and helps her brother in the cafe now that his wife has died." Carlos replied as we placed our cases on the top of the bed in the main bedroom.

"You will be hungry." Carlos stated rather than asked. "Marie has prepared a meal for you on the balcony."

He opened the French windows and we stepped outside. A table with two chairs had been laid out for us and there was a bottle of wine in an ice bucket. There was a platter of cold meats and cheeses and bread in hunks.

"You will wish to be alone until morning." Another statement from Carlos.

He seemed to be trying to give me a knowing look as he held Jenny's chair for her as she sat down. He smiled at me in a knowing way as he made his way back through the French windows and pulled them closed before switching on the veranda lights.

"Happy?" I asked as Jenny placed some slices of meat and cheese on my plate.

"Who wouldn't be. With all this." She replied, waving her hand about her.

"It's very quiet here." I said, using the tongs to pick up some salad. "I'm a little worried you'll get bored."

"I'm sure I can think of something to do to keep me occupied."

"I could help."

"I intend that you do."

I felt my prick growing.

"It is warm here." She remarked unbuttoning a button on her blouse and slipping her hand inside to adjust her bra straps.

"Carlos was acting a little strange." I said watching the first swellings of her breasts appear and disappear.

"I can't comment." Jenny hefted one of her breasts inside the cup of her bra.

I could do that for her.

"In what way is he acting strange?" She asked, removing her hand but leaving the button undone as she saw to her own plate.

"He was giving me funny looks."

Jenny thought for a moment, then smiled.

"What's funny?" I asked, pouring a glass of wine each.

"Why are we here?"

"We're on our honeymoon."

"And what normally happens on the first night of a honeymoon."

I must have looked blank.

"Think." She urged, then continued. "Over here on the first night of a honeymoon the virgin bride is deflowered."

"But you're not a virgin."

"Nowhere. Thanks to you. But don't shout it out loud. We don't want everyone to know."

"But. They can't think that you."

I stopped myself before I dug a large hole to fall into.

"Careful. I just think that that is what would be happening if I hadn't given myself so easily to you."

"Does it bother you?"

"Not really. It's just that it would have been nice to have had something for the first time."

"I'm not really that hungry." She continued, moving her food around her plate.

Not only do I sometimes say the right thing but I can also take a hint. If it's fairly obvious.

Jenny picked up her glass and, standing up, walked to the front of the balcony. I took a mouthful of food, chewed quickly, swallowed, and then followed her. Standing close behind her I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her back against me.

She took a sip of wine then passed her glass back to my lips. I drank a little then we stood and watched the lights in the town and harbour in the distance.

It was fully dark. The insects were being attracted by the lights. Something small and black flew across in front of us.

"Bat." I said.

"You never told me there were bats here."

"Famous for them."

"Let's go to bed." 

Jenny led me towards the French windows. 

"What about the food?" She asked with her hand on the handle.

"They'll clear it away in a minute." I assured her. "When they realise we have finished."

"How will they know?"

"Oh, they'll know."

"I suppose they are listening out for my cries as you deflower me."

"It didn't hurt that much the first time we did it."

"You weren't on the receiving end."

I closed the doors, switched of the balcony lights and lowered the blinds.

"I need a shower." Jenny said, opening her suitcase and taking out her nightdress. "Where is the bathroom?"

"Through that door." I said pointing then unbuttoning my shirt. "I'll come with you."

"Give me a couple of minutes."

"Why?" I asked walking towards the bathroom door. "We are married."

"You know why."

I stopped to pull off my trousers. My underpants followed. I didn't say anything.

"You really want to?" She asked.

"Not if would rather I didn't."

"You know I don't feel comfortable."

"I won't then."

"You can, if you really want to."

"Not if it makes you unhappy."

"It would but you can."

She entered the bathroom and I heard her lift the toilet cover through the open door. She did say I could. I walked to the open door and stopped. I could hear her going. All I had to do was walk through the door. 

"Well?" She asked.

"Another time, perhaps." I mumbled.

"Right."

I heard the rustle of paper and the flush of the toilet. The bang of the lid of the toilet.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I wish you would make up your mind."

With that she closed the door on me and I heard the lock turn.

Now what had I done?

I sat on the edge of the bed listening to the sound of water running in the shower.

The water stopped running and I imagined Jenny drying herself. Furiously rubbing her hair, then her shoulders and back. I pictured her lifting each breast in turn to ensure they were dry underneath as well as on top. Not that she had alot to lift. Still, they filled my hands and she had lovely little nipples. Nipples that would grow and harden to my touch, becoming just right for sucking. I love sucking her nipples. Had she reached her fanny and ass yet? Standing on one leg with her other foot on the toilet seat as she dried her lips, then reaching behind, rubbing between the cheeks of her ass concentrating on the tight folds of skin that formed her anus,

My prick was hard,

I stroked it. Twice,

There was movement in the bathroom and the door opened, Jenny came back in wearing her nightdress still rubbing at her hair with a towel.

She didn't say a word. She just sat on the opposite side of the bed with her back towards me. I stood up and holding my dirty clothes in front of my prick hurried into the bathroom. Dropping my clothes into the soiled laundry basket I stepped into the shower and turned on the tap. I shuddered as the jet of lukewarm water hit me. I'd forgotten that it always took a short period for the water to return to hot after a shower. I kept moving, trying to keep warm.

I switched off the shower and looked around for a towel. She'd used them all. I had noticed one inside the laundry basket so I fished it out. It was damp but not what you would call wet. I held it to my nose. Did I imagine it or could I smell Jenny upon it. Something was certainly making my prick grow. I smelt it again. Had this part been used on her armpits? Perhaps this part had rubbed her breasts? Then that would leave this part for between her legs, front and back. 

My prick was fully hard again but I resisted the temptation to stroke it as I knew what would happen if I did. Instead I quickly towelled down my body, and dropping the towel back into the laundry basket, switched off the light and stepped into the bedroom.

The lights were out and the only light came from between the slats of the blinds that were fitted to the doors to the balcony and covered the windows to either side.

I made my way to the bed. Jenny was on her side facing away from me. I lifted the sheet and bed cover and got in behind her. For a moment it did occur to me that it wasn't even eight o'clock and that I could go downstairs and watch some TV or have a beer with Carlos. No. If she was going to be silly then so was I.

I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling listing to the sounds of her breathing, wishing my prick would go down.

I must have fallen asleep. The luminous dial on my watch showed that it was nearly midnight. The door handle on the balcony rattled and I could hear a scratching sound.

Strange.

I swung my legs from the bed and stood up. I heard Jenny turning over in the bed as I walked to the doors. The scratching sounds ceased. I stopped and opened two slats of the blinds with my fingers. I was staring into somebody's face. One of us shouted in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Jenny asked from the bed. 

"There's somebody outside." I replied, fumbling with the door catch.

At last it turned as Jenny switched on her bedside light. Its light made the night appear even darker as I opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony. I heard a thud on the other side of the low wall and the sounds of somebody running away. I hurried to the spot and saw a figure running towards the gates. They were open. Normally they were locked and closed during the hours of darkness.

I thought briefly of jumping down and giving chase but, realising I was still naked, I gave up that idea. The figure had disappeared through the gates and I heard the sound of a car engine starting and saw its lights as it pulled past the gates and down towards the village. The front door opened below and Carlos and Herto stood below in the light that shone from it.

"Yes, Mr Paul?" Carlos looked up at me. "We thought we heard somebody."

"You did." I confirmed. "Somebody was trying the door to our room. They ran through the gates and drove off."

The two men looked at each other, then up at me. For a second time I was conscious of my nakedness. I covered my prick and balls with my hands. 

"I'm sorry." I said. "For being like this."

"And how else should a man be on a night like this." Carlos replied. "We will stay up tonight and make sure you are not disturbed again."

There was a movement by my side and Jenny, in her almost sheer nightdress and dressing gown was handing me my towelling bathrobe. I slipped my arms into its sleeves and pulled it close. The night air was suddenly chilly.

"Do you want anything before you go back to bed?" Carlos asked.

"A drink would be nice." Jenny replied. "Anything. Anything at all."

"I will bring you some fruit juice." 

Carlos and Herto talked in low tones for a few seconds. Then Herto made his way to the gates and I saw him close and lock them while Carlos disappeared from view below.

We back into our bedroom, closing and locking the doors behind us. I heard the sounds of clicking outside and looked out through the slats with Jenny's head close beside my own. The full set of perimeter lights had been switched on. They were normally only used when the Villa was used for important meetings, which wasn't when I was staying there.

We sat on the bed side by side. I looked at Jenny and she at me then she turned her head away.

"I'm sorry." I said.

She turned her face towards me. 

"It was me." She sniffed. "I'm the one who should say sorry."

I placed my arm around her back with my hand resting on her hip. The fingers of my other hand I ran down the side of her cheek. She smiled weakly and leaned her head against my shoulder. I lowered my mouth to kiss her.

Knock. Knock. As our lips touched there came a knock on the door. 

"Just one moment, Carlos." She replied to the knock, running her fingers through my hair before standing up and smoothing down the front of her dressing gown.

She looked down at me.

"Better cover Mr Willie up before I open the door." She suggested.

I looked down. The tip of my hardening prick was sticking out of the front of my bathrobe. I covered it up as she walked to the door and opened it.

Carlos stepped into the bedroom carrying a tray, a jug of orange, some fruit, biscuits and a bottle of red wine. There were also two wineglasses and a corkscrew. He set the tray down on the dressing table. He opened the corkscrew and started twisting the end into the cork.

"Just in case." He said, pulling the cork from the bottle with a flourish.

"Thank you." Jenny said. "How did he get through the gates, do you think?"

"All of the keys are accounted for except the one that Contira has." Carlos poured two glasses of wine and handed them to us. "She will be back at seven in the morning. We will speak to her then."

"Where is she tonight?" I asked, taking a sip of my wine. It was nice.

"She has. What do you say? A date. With her boyfriend from England."

"He husband died two years ago. He was a fisherman. Her family comes from here. There is this Englishman who lives along the coast. They have been friendly for a year or more. Ever since he arrived. She came here to work shortly after that. I think she persuaded Carmen to go and help her brother and, of course, it was only right that a relation of Carmen takes her place here. That is the way."

"What is the Englishman like?" Jenny asked.

"He is about fifty years of age." Carlos walked to the windows and checked them and the doors leading onto the balcony. "I am told the women find him good looking. He writes for magazines and newspapers, and I think he has written a book. He is seen sometimes with the ones we would rather not have living here."




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16b



"But," Carlos smiled at us as he backed towards the door; "you must be tired. It is right that you are here."

With a goodnight he closed the door.

I stood up and walked to the dressing table and, after topping up my glass, nibbled on a biscuit.

Jenny slipped into the bathroom and I heard her moving about, then silence, then the flushing of the toilet and the running of water in the sink. When she returned she was carrying the glass off the washstand which she filled with fruit juice from the jug.

"Better for you." She said, plucking a grape and popping it into her mouth, she chewed and swallowed. "What did he mean that it was right that you should be here?"

"I think it's because I was made in that bed."

"You didn't tell me that."

"It didn't come up before."

"I hope it's going to come up now."

Her fingers pulled at the cord around my waist. My prick, which had shrunk to its normal size when Carlos had been present, stated to grow.

I reached out and felt one of her breasts through her nightclothes. I took a sip of wine and she did her fruit juice. I moved my hand to her other breast as her finger closed around my prick and slowly stroked my foreskin back and forth.

"We won't be silly again. Will we?" She asked, moving her fingers to cup my balls.

I undid the silken ribbon around her waist and, placing my glass on the dressing table top, took her glass and did the same with that before easing her dressing gown over her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.

Jenny tutted and turning bent over from the waist to retrieve it. I looked down at the mounds of her ass cheeks. 

"It's a pity." I said ruefully.

She held her pose and looked over her shoulder at me.

"What's a pity?" She asked, still not moving.

I can take a hint so I lifted her nightdress and placed my hands upon her ass cheeks.

"That Howie took our Vaseline."

She stood up and faced me, helping me lift her nightdress over her head whilst managing to remove my bathrobe at the same time.

"Never mind, Tiger." She said placing our clothes on the back of the chair in front of the dressing table. "Two out of three will have to do tonight."

"I could go and get some olive oil from the kitchen." I suggested.

"Not tonight." She moved in close, squashing her breasts against my chest and grinding her pubic mound against my prick. "Stay with me."

We kissed. Long and slow. Just our lips touching. My arms were around her waist and her hands were resting on my shoulder blades. We broke the kiss and took the three paces to the foot of the bed. I helped her to sit then lie back as I knelt on the carpet and lifted her legs. She closed her eyes as I kissed the back of her thighs. First one then the other, then again. Moving further up with each kiss. I pushed on the back of her knees. Moving them up to her breasts bending her in two and exposing both of her holes. She held them in place with her hands.

The smell of woman together with more earthy smell of her anus reached me as I lowered my mouth and sucked on each lip of her pussy in turn. I held them apart with my thumbs and licked inside her. I heard her moan and looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was holding her bottom lip between her teeth.

I lifted my lips from her and, holding her lips open with my thumbs, moved down to the soft area of skin between her holes. First I kissed it then I licked it. She made a short sharp noise. I moved down, my tongue licking the insides of her ass cheeks of either side. Then her anus. I touched it with the tip of my tongue. Felt the tight folds of skin as I described a slow circle around it. She seemed to give a sob. I licked again. She moaned out loud. She was moving. She released her legs. The backs of her thighs were against my shoulders and her heels on my back. I licked again. Her thighs tightened around my head. Her fingers ran through my hair. I swirled my tongue faster and faster around her tight, round hole. She was groaning and gasping. I knew she was throwing her head from side to side. Now she was whimpering. 

I moved my mouth. Licking between her fanny lips. Hearing her gasp. 

She cried out at the first touch of my tongue against her clit. Pressing down onto my back with her heels she was trying to lift her fanny against my mouth. I moved my hands beneath her to cup her ass cheeks. With the little finger of my hand I felt for her anus. It was wet with my saliva. I pushed my finger against then inside it as I licked and sucked on her clit.

"Oh."

The first intelligible word she'd spoken in five minutes.

"Oh," again, then, "yes, yes."

Her thighs tightened around my head as I tried to work two fingers into her fanny. She pulled hard down on the back of my head and cried out as if in pain.

Her thighs relaxed and her breathing steadied.

She moved up the bed and I followed her, kneeling between her open thigh. I moved above her and she reached between us to hold her lips open and guide my prick inside her.

"Do you think they heard?" She asked breathlessly as I moved in and out.

"They must have." I assured her. "Don't worry. They'll only think I've just taken your virginity."

She rested her heels on my ass cheeks and smiled up at me. 

"Carlos is used to it." I said, starting to pant.

"Why?"

She started to pant in reply. 

"The noises that used to come from these rooms when my parents and grandparents were staying here."

She squeezed my prick with the inside of her fanny.

"It must run in the Wagstaffe women."

"What?" I asked, moving faster.

"Making a noise." 

Her voice rose as she spoke and her body tensed.

"That was so good."

She ran her fingers down my back. I powered on. Faster. Then faster still.

She gasped and stiffened again. She had a vice inside her. It was gripping me. My balls were lifting. I was coming.

She pulled my head down and kissed me. I pulled out of her and lay on my back. I lifted my back and ass then my legs as she pulled the bedclothes out from underneath me and covered us with them. She guided my arm around her and snuggled in tight.

"Mustn't get cold." She said her fingers on my balls as I moved my hand down to her ass cheeks and rubbed her anus with a fingertip. "It is a shame about the Vaseline." 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16c



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16c: Spanish Honeymoon Part 3

I awoke with a hard on.

I looked at the dial on my wristwatch. Seven-fifteen. I looked at Jenny lying on her side facing away from me. I turned over onto my side and placed the tip of my prick against the crack between her ass cheeks. I pushed gently. She shifted slightly and it slipped between them. I pulled back a fraction and pushed again. 

"Not there." She said sleepily. "It's too dry."

She lifted her leg as I moved my prick and placed it against her fanny lips. She reached down and opened them for me and I pushed inside her. She arched her back and stretched and I pulled back and pushed again.

"I was having a lovely dream." She said then gasped as I was fully in. "That's nice." 

She reached back for my hand and placed it on her breast then lowered her leg.

I moved in and out. It was warm in there. And wet. 

"What do you want to do today?" I asked her hair.

She turned her head for a kiss. 

"I don't mind." She sighed.

I quickened.

"We could get a car and explore." I suggested, squeezing her breasts.

"We could."

"But not if you don't want to."

"Oh. I do."

Another deep, meaningful, sigh.

"Oh."

I slowed my strokes. She didn't always come during these early morning fucks. She said she didn't need to. It just felt nice. I moved my hand from her breasts and searched through her pubic hairs for her clit. The noise from the back of her throat told me I found it. Her legs were too tightly close for me to really rub it as I would normally so I left it inside its hood and rubbed that.

Again she arched her back. She lifted her leg and leaned back against me. Now I could get at her clit properly. She whimpered as I pulled it into the open and my fingertip started to move against it. She was breathing deeply.

She pushed back against me again and I moved onto my back with her on top. She kicked the bedclothes off. My prick was still inside her and my hand was rubbing furiously on her clit. Her fanny tightened around me as she came. I bucked my hips beneath her, moving my prick in and out keeping my finger moving against her clit. She was pushing her fanny down to meet my thrusts. She was coming again. My balls were getting tighter. I grabbed her breasts in either hand and pushed as deep inside her as I could as I came. I jerked and jerked and jerked. Then relaxed, my hands still holding her breasts with a huge smile on my face.

She wriggled her ass cheeks against my pubic mound as my shrinking prick shrank from her hole. I replaced my fingertip on her clit and started to rub. 

"No more." She said, catching hold of my wrist and pulling my finger away. "We don't want to wear it out on the first night."

I put my tongue in her ear and licked. Her whole body shuddered.

"Oh. Stop it." She pleaded, but didn't move. "You know what that does to me." I continued to lick her ear and feel her breasts.

"Stop it." She said suddenly. "Listen."

I sort of stopped and sort of listened.

She tutted at me and sat up, compressing my bladder. I needed to piss.

"There's somebody outside." She said in low tones.

"There would be." I replied, trying to pull her back down and get her off my bladder at the same time. "They normally work seven until twelve and two until six with a siesta in the middle when it becomes too hot for anything." I was surprising myself. I'd fucked her twice last night and once this morning and here was I, wanting it again.

"I wonder what they are saying?" Jenny asked, pushing my hands away, standing up and walking towards the balcony doors.

I followed her, unlocked the door, opened it slightly and together we listened, my arms around her waist, my face nuzzling her hair. I pushed my hardening prick against her ass cheeks. She pushed back. 

Beneath the balcony two people, a man and a woman, were having a heated discussion. Having holiday'd sometimes twice a year in Spain since as long as I could remember my Spanish was passable, even if I were a little rusty.

Fortunately everytime the man, I recognised Carlos, said something the woman would repeat it back to him. I didn't recognise her voice.

Something about a key.

Carlos was accusing her of losing her key to the gate. She said she had it and showed it to him. Carlos then said she must have given it to somebody. She said she hadn't. Then the name-calling started. Another voice joined in. That was Maria. There were references to a woman, whom I'd never heard of before, and what she had to say about Carlo's preferences in certain areas. 

"What are they saying?" Jenny whispered.

I told her.

"What does she say he likes to do?" She asked.

"What everybody likes to do." I replied.

"Oh, like you?"

The voices faded as the women entered the villa and we saw Carlos appear beneath us and walk to the gates, which were now standing open. He stopped and examined the lock then walked through the gates and looked on the ground then in either direction along the part tarmac part dust road. A movement caught my eye. From our vantage-point we could see into the grounds of the first two villa's heading towards the village. I could see that in the swimming pool of the first, somebody was swimming. I liked swimming. It was a woman. She wasn't wearing any clothes. I watched her swim three lengths then climb from the pool. My hands moved up to Jenny's breasts. Unfortunately I could only see the back of the woman but sight of her ass was worth the admission price alone. She leant over to pick up a towel. Did her ass cheeks open? I could see something dark.

"I think we had better go inside." Jenny said, turning to face me and rubbing her pubic mound against my prick.

"I need the loo." I said after closing and locking the door behind me.

"Hurry up then." She scratched at her pubic hairs. "Better still. Wait for me."

She beat me to the bathroom door carrying a towel she had used the night before and closed and locked it on me.

I stood close to the door and listened to the high pitched hiss of her piss then I heard her grunt and sigh. There was a rustling of paper, the toilet was flushed and the shower turned on.

"Hurry up." I called through the door. "I'm bursting out here."

"Think about how much more you'll enjoy it when you actually do it." She called back over the sounds of running water.

The shower was turned off and I heard the lock turn. She swept past me and I pulled her towel from her and closed the door behind me.

"What!" She exclaimed. "You give that back."

"I need it."

I sat down on the toilet seat. It was still warm.

"You bastard." She said through the door just loud enough for me to hear. "When I think of what I was going to let you do as well."

My prick leapt.

"What was it?" I asked, she could have the towel.

"It's too late now." 

She sounded as if she was moving away from the door.

"You can get some towels from the room next door." I do try to be helpful.

"Dressed like this?"

Business was over so I did the paperwork and after flushing the toilet went to the wash hand basin. Hands washed I quickly dried them and went into the bedroom.

Jenny stood at the foot of the bed, naked, with her hands on her hips. The carpet was darkened around her feet where the water from her shower had dripped onto the floor. Her hair was dank and straggly. She looked great. I stopped two feet from her and started drying the front of her body at arm's length. She didn't move or speak. She just looked at me. I lifted her breasts and dried beneath them then her pubic hairs. I felt between her legs with a towel-covered hand and rubbed gently. I knelt before her and ran the towel first down the outside of her thighs then up the inside.

Still on my knees I shuffled behind her. I didn't know about her but I was enjoying this. The backs of her legs were next, then her ass cheeks. I lingered for a little on them then pulled them apart to get the towel between them. She seemed to rise up a little as I rubbed her anus but other than that remained still and silent. I stood up behind her and dried her shoulder blades then started to rub her hair.

"Not with that towel." She hardly whispered the words. "Not after where it's been."

I always used the same towel for my whole body. Still, women leak a lot more than men do.

"It's the only one I have." I said moving close behind her and holding her breasts in either hand. 

I could feel her nipples responding. My prick pressed against her ass cheeks.

"I can feel that." She said softly. 

I helped her turn to face the bed and she knelt on the edge of the mattress. I was still massaging her breasts feeling her nipples hard against the palms of my hands. She learned back and turned her face towards me. I craned my neck to kiss her lips. It seemed to satisfy her for she bent forward from the waist presenting her ass cheeks towards me. She opened her knees wider as I pulled her cheeks apart. I could see both her holes. The one, light brown, tight and round the other a slash of hair-lined moist pink flesh. 

Pulling the lips of her fanny open with the finger and thumb of one hand I guided the tip of my prick between them with my other. She moaned gently as I pushed a little inside her. She sighed as I pulled out. I pushed further in and she arched her back to take it.

I pulled almost out, looking down at my moisture covered prick, then pushed back inside her. I stopped when my pubic hairs touched her ass cheeks.

"Are you alright? I asked the back of her head.

"Umm. Fine." She replied. "Don't rush."

I tried not to but within half a dozen long slow strokes I could feel my balls filling. I had to quicken.

"Oh." Her sigh held a note of disappointment.

"I'm sorry." I gasped. 

Trying to slow down and speed up at the same time.

"I'm sorry." I said again as my balls tightened and my prick started growing. 

I could feel her fanny tightening around me as I threw caution to the wind and moved in and out as quickly as I could. I lost the sound of her strangled cry of orgasm beneath my own gasps and grunts as I pumped my come inside her.

I finished coming and stretched, with my hands above my head and my prick still inside her.

"Are you done?" She asked over her shoulder. 

"Umm. Yes." I replied contentedly. "You?"

"It'll do." She wriggled her hips. "Take it out please. You're taking me exploring today." 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16d



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16d: Spanish Honeymoon Part 4

After breakfast of boiled eggs and hard bread with seeds on top we took the keys of the keys to the little van that Carlos used to drive into Malaga for items we couldn't get locally and I drove through the gates and down towards the village. 

I stopped outside the cafe when I saw Carmen tending tables and introduced her to Jenny after she had embarrassed me by throwing her arms around me and hugging me. Then she started to cry and her brother came out to find out what was happening. He hugged me as well and shook Jenny's hand. We had to resist their offers of wine and cake and finally, after promising to return soon, were allowed on our way.

"What nice people." Jenny observed as I turned right at the junction with the major road that would eventually take us to Madrid. "They like you a lot."

"They have known me since I was a baby and my family before that."

A car beeped its horn as I forgot for a moment that I was driving on the right instead of the left.

"Don't ask me to drive." Jenny sounded worried that I might.

"You'll have to learn how to drive on the right if we intend coming here a lot in the future."

"Do we intend coming here in the future?" She asked.

"The family do own it."

"It's a wonderful place."

"It was Rodrigo's parents before the Spanish Government gave it to us after the Second World War."

"They must have done something special to deserve that."

"I don't really know." I replied, slowing and turning off the main road and taking what was little more that a dirt track up into the hills.

The road turned to the left and at the head of the valley in front of us stood the ruins of the old convent.

"Is this where the Nuns lived?" Jenny asked as I pulled up by the large wooden gates.

"Not during the actual civil war, I'm told." The small pedestrian access gate set in one of the tall main doors hung on one hinge. The religious buildings were all closed and the Nuns and Priests made to work in the local communities. They local Nuns somehow managed to keep their school going throughout the war until Malaga fell to Franco's forces."

"I always thought of Franco as a good guy."

"I think they were all as good and as bad as each other in those days. It was all a bit of a mess. German saw Britain and France's reluctance to become involved as a sign of weakness and in all probability it helped lead to the Second World War."

"There were gangs of bandits roaming these hills in those days." I continued leading the way towards where the altar would have once stood. The Nuns from here went back into their habits as soon as they could. Probably too soon. The fighting moved back and forth to the west of here."

"So this wasn't caused by the fighting?" Jenny asked looking around her.

"No." I shook my head. "I think that most of this was caused by my father and great uncle Alistair."

"But how?"

"There had been some talks about German troops coming through Spain and attacking Gibraltar. If that had happened and they could have won the war in North Africa then they would have sown up the whole of he Mediterranean."

"The passengers in the plane had a signed agreement for this to happen but the plane was shot down and it crashed here."

I looked up at where the roof had been. I suddenly felt very proud.

"What about the Nuns?" Jenny moved a piece of wood and a mouse scurried across the floor towards the far wall. "What happened to them?"

"There was a fire and most of their living accommodation and the school was destroyed."

"I don't see how they got the Villa for doing that."

"There was more to it, obviously." 

I didn't know all the details. I knew there was also something about the Germans wanting to take Rodrigo's father back to South America and reinstalling him as President of his country. I didn't know if this was part of that or something else. 

The wall behind the altar had fallen down in one place and I led the way to it. Jenny followed I caught her looking up at the masonry that still stood on either side. I had to admit it did look as if it could all come down at any moment.

"Do you think it's safe." She stopped and asked.

"If we don't make too much noise." I replied and crept forward as quietly as I could. 

I could hear Jenny following.

There was fluttering of bird's wings and some dust fell onto us from above.

"I want to go back." Jenny said from close behind. 

We were at the top of the pile of rubble.

"It will take as long to go back as it will to go on." I said, turning and reaching out for her hand.

She scrambled up by my side. More debris fell from above. She shook her head to clear some of the dust from her hair.

"Is this your idea of a good time?" She asked, as we started down the mound of rubble, towards the burnt out remains of a close collection of buildings. 

Nothing would have been more than two stories high so as not to compete with the convent church next door. Anything salvageable had been taken long ago but I could still imagine the young girls at their lessons or in their beds or somewhere in between.

The rubble under foot seemed looser than I remembered on this side and we finished sliding the last few feet in a shower of broken bricks and plaster and a cloud of dust.

We stood side by side for a few seconds coughing to clear our lungs then I tried to brush Jenny's clothes free of dust, which started us both off coughing again. 

"Leave it. Please." She said through her coughs.

"But." I spluttered.

"Just leave it." 

She limped ahead of me. She was wearing a wrap around skirt that came to her knees and was bear legged below. The small, neat sandals she wore were suited for the town or beach. There were red marks on her legs and feet. Perhaps this was the wrong type of exploring?

"What would you like to do now?" I asked.

"Go home."

"We've only just come out." I protested.

"I'm hot, dirty and thirsty." Jenny looked at the ruins as if to say I've done that then looked at me. "My legs hurt and I want to go home."

I didn't see myself winning this one. I looked at my watch. When we got back, after a light lunch it would be siesta time. That could be fun.

I took her hand and we walked behind what had been the rear of the Convent church and along the side furthest from the van and nearest the side of the valley.

"That's strange." I said to Jenny, stopping and pointing to some tyre tracks that could be seen in the dust and which appeared to lead to one of the cave entrances that honeycombed the hillside.

"So." She replied with complete lack of interest.

"I just wondered what a car or whatever would be doing over there." 

I nodded towards the cave entrance.

"I'm not going into any caves." She said, continuing on and almost dragging me behind her. "I almost died in the last one you made me go into."

"I almost died as well." I reminded her.

"Yes."

I didn't quite know what she meant by that. Obviously she didn't want to go exploring in caves.

We reached the van and I unlocked the door for her. She lifted her skirt to climb in, giving me a flash of her white thighs, and sat down on the passenger seat. I walked around to the driver's side and unlocked the door and climbed behind the wheel.

"You've not enjoyed this morning. Have you?" I asked turning the key in the ignition and preparing to drive off.

"I thought you were going to take me to see some interesting old buildings." She complained.

"That was an interesting old building." I retorted, adding "once."

"I'm sure it was, once."

I didn't reply, concentrating on steering the van back to the main road.

"We could go into Malaga tomorrow and see the fish market and the old castle. " I tried to sound enthusiastic. "You'll like that."

"We could go to a beach and paddle in the sea." She suggested. "It said in the guide book you showed me that we could go on a yacht and explore the coast."

"We could." I replied. 

"And we could drive into Gibraltar." 

"We could." I repeated.

"We could eat in the open air cafe's in Malaga. Further up the coast there are some Disco's and the larger hotels have night clubs."

I think she knew how she wanted to spend her time here.

"We can do all those things if you want to."

"Good." She squeezed my thigh. "I think we will enjoy this."

I slowed the van and crossed line of oncoming vehicles into the first village. We passed through the square and drove on into our village. I pulled up outside the cafe and Carmen was there almost before I opened the van door.

"You said you were thirsty." I answered Jenny's unspoken question before she did ask it.

We sat a table underneath a tree and Carmen brought us glasses of cool water, cups of coffee and small round cakes.

She sat with us for ten minutes and asked about my family. She had been saddened to hear about the death of my grandmother. I almost said that I'd forgotten about it. That would have been almost true. But now I remembered. Only too well. Jenny on her hands and knees while Tommy tried to fit his prick inside her unlubricated ass hole. Her cries of pain. My beating of Tommy until my father had pulled me from him. Then looking down into my grandfather's face as I held Tommy from the branch of the old oak tree. He and his cousins had been responsible for the death of my grandmother, whom we had buried the day before. I had let him drop. He had fallen onto the branch of the tree that had crashed down a few minutes earlier. Released of his weight my own branch had flown up, splintered, then broke. I remembered the look in Tommy's eyes as the branch, then me, had landed on top of him. But most of all I remembered the cries of Jenny in pain. And the look in my grandfather's eyes.

"Master Paul." Carmen was speaking.

I mentally shook myself and looked at her.

"This is the Contessa." She continued.

I looked then stood up and took the offered hand.

"Please. Call me Izabella."

I'd call her anything she wanted, especially for another look at that ass.

She was gorgeous. Perhaps twenty-five or six. Obviously Spanish but with class. Everything screamed style and breading. She joined us at our table and Carmen brought her a coffee.

She spoke in Spanish at first but when I started to translate into English for Jenny she changed to that.

"My husband bought that villa last year." She told us. " It is far too hot in Madrid during the summer months, but, quite pleasant here."

"Jenny and I have just gotten married." I started to explain.

"So I believe. And your villa was a gift from the Spanish government. No, I cannot read your mind. My staff, I think, knows all about you. Now we have met we must be friends. My husband will only be down to see me for the weekends. It is a lovely area but better with company."

"Of course." I took the hint. "We would love that you visit us whenever you wish."

She smiled at me. I thought about her ass leaving the swimming pool that morning. The something dark that I had seen when she had bent over to pick up her towel.

"Would you like to come for a glass of wine this evening? Or perhaps dinner?"

"You are too kind." Isabella smiled. "I have a dinner engagement this evening but perhaps tomorrow?"

Jenny cleared her throat.

"We really must be going now." Jenny sounded a little cold. "We are expected back for lunch."

I didn't know that.

"Now that is a pity." Izabella look genuinely disappointed. "I was about to offer the same to you."

I was about to accept on the spot but Jenny squeezed my hand under the table.

Isabella smiled at me. Her tanned face and sparkling white teeth. I could feel my prick growing.

"They always prepare too much for one." She looked at Jenny then back to me.

"I hurt my foot this morning." Jenny lifted her leg from underneath the table and showed her scratches and bruises.

"You poor thing." Isabella said reaching out and holding Jenny's leg and examining it closely. "I will look after you. You must come with me." 

I had the feeling that she not going to release Jenny's leg until she had our agreement to come.

"We'd love to come." I said.

Isabella ran a finger along her bottom lip. It was incredibly erotic. Was she inviting me in?

"Come now." Isabella said, dropping Jenny's leg and standing up. "Oh. I forgot. I walked to the village today."

"We have our van." I offered.

It suddenly seemed inadequate. It was fine for Jenny and I. And somebody would have to sit in the back where the supplies Carlos used the van to collect would go.

I led the way to the van and opened the front passenger door for Isabella. I then opened the rear doors and offered to help Jenny climb inside. She didn't look happy about something. Perhaps her foot was playing her up. She seemed to be protesting about something as I closed the doors on her and went to the front of the van.

Carmen was standing there. She refused my offer of payment. I smiled my thanks and climbed behind the steering wheel.

It was only a three-minute drive to Izabella's villa. The front gates were opened for us by a good looking man dressed in black trousers and a white shirt.

I pulled up beside a large black Daimler and climbed out. Isabella had opened the passenger door herself and was swinging her legs out of the van by the time I reached her door. Her skirt had ridden up to above mid thigh, a little more and I could have seen her knickers. She opened her legs slightly and I could almost see them. Then she was standing by my side smoothing down her skirt.

"Don't forget me." Jenny called from inside the back of the van.

I smiled at Izabella and received one in return then hurried to the rear doors of the van. Jenny didn't take my offered hand to help her climb down. I could hear Isabella talking to somebody in Spanish, ordering coffee and fruit squash.

We followed her into the villa. Jenny reluctantly.

"What's wrong?" I whispered. 

I could tell something was bothering her.

"Let's just go home." She whispered back. "Please."

"We can't just leave like that." Some people. "We've only just got here." 

"Would you like to come with me?" Isabella asked Jenny in the entrance hall. "Coffee will be here shortly if you would like to make yourself comfortable. Miguel will get you anything you wish. Just pull the bell cord."

I watched her ass cheeks moving beneath her skirt as she led Jenny through a doorway. Jenny looked over her shoulder at me, so I smiled back at her. 

She didn't smile in return.

I stepped through the archway that led into what must be their main reception room. Everything screamed taste and money.

I walked to the large open fireplace with its ornate wrought metal and linen screen. Above it, on the mantle, was a set of porcelain figurines. I wanted to touch but knew I daren't.

In the corner, out of the direct sunlight stood a piano. Not quite a concert grand, but getting on that way. I walked over to it and sat on the stool. I played a scale. Then 'chopsticks.' 

A man entered, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt as the man who had opened the gates had been. He carried a tray of coffeepot and cups. 

"Hallo." I said, suddenly feeling guilty at being caught at the piano without permission.

"Please." He said in English. "Would you like anything else?"

"No thank you." I replied and before I could start up a conversation with him he was gone.

I didn't really want anymore coffee. I would have preferred a nice cool beer. Carlos had some beer.

I sat down at the piano again and picked out the notes of a piece by Brahms. My left hand joined in without any conscious effort on my part. My left wrist had recovered well from being inside the mouth of a Black Panther. My fingers still felt a little stiff. But all in all I had been very lucky. It was nearly three years ago now. 

I started an uncomplicated piece. Nothing too difficult but which flowed.

I must have been engrossed for it took a movement to my side to draw my attention to the fact that Jenny and Izabella had returned.

I stood up.

"Please don't stop." Isabella said. "You play very well."

"I'm sorry." I replied. I could feel my face going red. "I shouldn't be playing your piano."

"I don't mind. I like to see it played properly."

Jenny had a proud, that's my man, look upon her face. I looked down at her ankles.

"You must come back and play for me properly one day."

"I'd love to." I replied.

Now why did I say that? I would normally only play in front of other people if I had had a number of beers.

"We would love to." Jenny said. "Only not on Friday."

"Why not Friday?" Isabella had moved to the coffee table and was pouring from the pot.

"It's Paul's birthday." Jenny explained. "He'll be twenty-two."

I didn't see why she needed to add the age.

"You are a man." 

She smiled at me and ran her finger along her bottom lip. I could feel my prick growing.

I followed close behind Jenny as she walked to one of the large settee's hoping my prick wouldn't show me up. IU sat down quickly and accepted a cup of coffee. Isabella smiled at me. It wasn't helping my prick.

I looked down at Jenny's feet. Anywhere but between the slightly open thighs of Izabella as she sat on the settee opposite.

Both of her ankles and feet were swathed in white bandages.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"Fine thanks." 

"We washed them and I have applied some antiseptic cream." Izabella smiled at me and did her thighs open slightly wider? "She should keep them covered for a few days. There are many, what do you say? Bugs. Around these parts. It is better to be safe."

The man in the white shirt returned and, after I had made a quick visit to the nearest bathroom for quick piss and a wash, we followed him into a small dining room. An oblong table stood in the middle of the floor with settings for three.

We took our seats and we were presented with a steaming tureen full of white fish flakes, rice, tomatoes and various other highly coloured vegetables. It was delicious. Washed down with a large glass of cold white wine.

We ate and chatted, and chatted and ate. By the end of the meal you would have thought Jenny and Isabella had know each other for years.

It ended with my having to almost drag her away. But not before Jenny had promised that we return the following morning for a couple of hours sunbathing by the pool.

It was really hot outside. I looked at my watch. It read one-fifteen. Siesta would be over before we got into bed by this rate.

I revved up the engine and drove swiftly through the gates and up the hill to our own villa. The gates were open, as they usually were during the day, and I pulled up beside the large Mercedes.

Carlos was arranging some flowers on a table in the entrance hall.

"Ah." He said seeing us enter. "You are here. Are you hungry? You are hurt?"

The last question was directed towards Jenny when he caught sight of her bandaged feet and ankles.

"I am fine. Thank you." Jenny replied. "I scratched them climbing over some rubble at the old convent. The contessa saw to me."

"The contessa." Carlos repeated.

I thought he was going to spit.

"Yes. Jenny continued. "She was very kind and gave us lunch."

"I thought it best we come home for a little lie down." I put in. "We don't want to be doing too much so early in our stay."

"Wise." Carlos said.

I had the feeling he didn't like the contessa.

"Well." I said, taking Jenny by the hand and leading her to the staircase. "We'll see you later. We won't be going out again today."

I could really do with a fuck. I closed our bedroom door and turned the key in the lock. I pulled Jenny towards me and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. I kissed her and wormed my tongue between her lips.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16d



I pulled her blouse from the back of her skirt and moved my hands to the buttons at the front. One came flying off in my hurry to undo them.

"What's the hurry." Jenny said as my hands pulled at the bows at the waist of her skirt.

"I want you now." I replied my voice heavy with lust.

My thumbs were already inside the waistband of her small, white knickers. Pulling them down to expose her pubic mound with it covering of short, curly, light-brown hairs. She lifted one foot at a time as I held them for her, giving me two flashes of her slit. I could smell it. My prick was already straining inside my trousers. I pulled them down with my underpants, as Jenny lay back on the bed, her blouse open and her bra undone, and let them lie on the floor.

I knelt on the bed by Jenny's side then between her legs. I guided my prick to here opening and pushed it into her. She moaned out loud as she was opened and again as I started thrusting in and out. She wasn't fully wet, I could feel that but I couldn't stop myself. I gasped out loud. She was so tight. Wetter now. I was moving easier. She was lifting her hips from the bed to meet me. Squeezing me with her fanny. I shortened my strokes. Moving in and out fast. My prick was swelling. My balls lifting. I was there.

I finished coming and remained still breathing deeply, my prick still inside Jenny's hole.

"You alright?" I asked, pulling out and lying on my back by her side.

"I'll let you know later." Jenny said, laying her head on my shoulder. 

"When I've had a chance to think."

Oh.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16e



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16e: Spanish Honeymoon Part 5

A Paul & Jenny story
 (Copyright 2002 by Paul C)

* * * * *

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.

I stroked my prick twice.

The other girl was drying between her ass cheeks. I rubbed my prick again. Now she had one foot on the sun lounger and appeared to be examining her fanny. Isabella was climbing out of the pool and bending to pick up a towel. My hand was moving faster. Faster still. Isabella was towelling her body. Then bending over again to pick up her bathrobe. The door to the bedroom was opening and I was coming.

I went into the bathroom after giving jenny a quick kiss. I could hear her sniffing the air as I closed the door behind me.

I sat on the toilet and ran some water into the wash hand basin by my side. As my bowels opened I examined my bathrobe for signs of staining and lifted it to my nose and sniffed. It could do with a wash. I cleaned up the front with some water then did my as with some paper. I should have dried my hands first. This paper didn't like getting wet. Standing up and flushing the toilet I changed the water in the sink and washed and shaved. Then I stepped under the shower and shampooed my hair, using the suds that ran from my head to wash the remainder of my body.

I pulled my bathrobe into the shower with me and swore loudly for Jenny's benefit.

"What's wrong?" She called from the bedroom.

"I got my robe wet." I replied.

"Give it to me. Master Paul." I heard Maria's voice.

I hadn't realised she was in the room. I hoped her English wasn't good enough to know swear words. She would be shocked to know the baby she had once changed the nappies of swore. I wondered what she thought of me being a married man.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the bedroom. Maria had brought up a tray of breakfast things. I was feeling hungry. Jenny was back in her nightdress and dressing gown.

Maria took my bathrobe from me and looked at the bed. She seemed about to say something to me then shook her head and left.

"What's up with her?"

"I wouldn't let her change the sheets." Jenny said, opening the balcony door wide. "Let's eat out here."

I picked up the tray and followed her.

"I had better go and put something on." I said. 

"There's no need." Jenny replied, pouring coffee into the cups. "You don't have anything I haven't already seen."

"Did you notice." Jenny continued, buttering some toast and placing it on a side plate for me. "They changed our sheets yesterday while we were out."

"Probably checking for signs that I'd de-flowered you properly."

"Don't be silly."

"What else." I said, munching on my piece of toast "In ancient Rome they used to hang the sheets out of the window on the morning after so the whole city could see that the wife had been a virgin."

"Where did you hear that?" Jenny scoffed.

"I read it somewhere." I assured her and took a sip of my coffee whilst watching as she adjusted the strap of her nightdress. 

One of her nipples came into view then disappeared again.

I took another sip of coffee. It was a pity my balls were empty.

"Maria thinks I should stay in bed this morning and rest my feet. She's taken your trousers and shirts to wash and your underwear."

"All of them?" 

"Yes." Jenny didn't seem to be to upset. "All of them. I don't think she wants you to go anywhere this morning."

"We could have a swim and lie out by the pool." I didn't want a fuck.

"We could do that later." Jenny agreed. "Perhaps after siesta."

"Oh." My prick felt sore.

"So I think we should go back to bed." Jenny replaced her cup in its saucer. "We are on our honeymoon after all."

She looked up at me from under lowered eyelids. Come on prick. Just once for me. I stood up and took her hand. Should I try to do it straightaway try to stall her for an hour or so and hope I felt more like it then. The danger with doing it straight away was she would probably want to do it again in an hour or so. Best try to keep her happy in other ways until my stock of sperm had replenished itself.

Jenny closed and locked the door behind us. I walked to my side of the bed and got it. I felt like a condemned man. I was sharing a bed with my wife for fuck sake.

Jenny was walking towards the bed, removing her dressing gown and night-dress as she approached. She had a nice body. Nothing too big. Why was I seeing the two women by the swimming pool while I looked at her? My prick was staring to grow. Was it Jenny's warm body sliding into the bed beside me or the thought of the other two women?

I kissed her. Gently at first then with more fervour, licking her lips then pushing my tongue between them. Her own tongue met it. The two tips touched, exploring each other.

I felt her breast. The nipple responded immediately. I broke our kiss and lowered my lips to it. I sucked on it then held it with my lips and swirled my tongue around it.

Jenny moaned and arched her back.

I moved to her other nipple. Sucking gently upon it then on the firm soft warm flesh that surrounded it. I could feel Jenny opening her legs and lifting her hips from the bed. I went back to her first nipple and sucked as gently as I could upon it.


Jenny moved again. I could feel her pubic hairs against my hip. 

"Ah." She sighed.

I kissed then sucked on the underside of her breast. Her foot was on the back of my thigh, then my ass cheek as I moved down the bed to lick her tight navel.

She made another noise and ran her fingers through my hair. I moved between her thighs properly and lifted them up to place the soles of her feet on my shoulders. I traced a path through her pubic hairs until I reached her hood-covered clit. She gasped as I touched it. Her feet were pressing down onto my shoulders lifting her fanny to my mouth. Pulling her lips apart with my tongue I licked at the warm, pink flesh inside.

She made another noise a little like a meow. I licked to the bottom of her slit then back to her clit. I worked a finger inside her as I sucked it out into the open. She gasped out loud as I flicked it from side to side with the tip of my tongue. 


I pushed a second finger inside her. Moving them in and out as I worked on her clit. Her breathing was changing. Her thighs were tightening around my head and her heels were drumming against my back. 

Suddenly she stiffened then with a cry relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at her face. She was smiling.

I moved back up the bed and lay by her side.

I placed my arm about her as she lay her head on my shoulder. 

"That was nice." She said, kissing me on the cheek. "Thank you."

"Oh. I enjoyed it."

"I'm sure you did."

She placed her hand on my balls.

"What would you like to do next? She continued.

"Have a little rest. It does take it out of you."

"But you haven't come yet today. I wouldn't be doing my wifely duty if I didn't look after you."

"You look after me fine. I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep too well."

"Your not coming down with anything, are you?"

"No. Can't I be tired?"

"Alright. You be tired. Why should I care?"

Her fingers were still massaging my balls. She released them and picked up my prick and stroked. It was growing.

"Of course." She said releasing it and turning onto hr side facing away from me. "If you don't want to have me."

My prick was fully hard by the time I moved across the bed and placed the tip against her ass cheeks.

"Yes." She said over her shoulder. "Do you want something?"

I lifted her thigh so that my prick could lie against the opening to her fanny. I pushed, she opened and I was inside. I lowered her thigh and felt her breasts whilst starting to move in and out.

"That's better." She sighed. "Isn't it?"

I wondered what she meant?



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16f



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16f: Spanish Honeymoon Part 6

 (Copyright 2001 by Paul C. All rights reserved}.

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

I opened my eyes. Somewhere in the villa a telephone was ringing. Jenny's head was resting on my arm so I couldn't see my wrist watch. It was full daylight that would mean it would have to be after six am. I could feel my prick growing as I turned onto my back behind Jenny's sleeping body. She shifted slightly as its tip touched her ass cheeks.

I leaned over her shoulder and twisted my wrist to see the face of my watch. Six-fifteen. Who would be ringing at that time? I was about to lie on my back when I felt Jenny pushing her ass cheeks back against me. I had to get some Vaseline or at least some olive oil. It must have been a year since I had last had her up there. She had helped me to ass fuck Linda and Michelle when we had been in Egypt the previous Christmas but I never got to do her. 

I smiled when I thought back to that little orgy. Just the three girls and me. Michelle, the red headed CIA agent, Linda, whom we had rescued from being kidnapped and Jenny. It had been totally unplanned, totally unexpected and totally wonderful. I'd never fucked anybody in front of Jenny before but there she was holding opening fanny lips and ass cheeks for me to enter. In between a lot of licking of the other girls fannies and ass holes and vice versa. We had never talked about it. It had seemed so natural at the time. We had been through a lot. It was probably just a reaction to the events of the previous week. But it had been great. 

Jenny was pushing her ass cheeks back towards me again. I pushed back. Her ass cheeks opened and I could feel my prick against her anus. I knew she liked to have it rubbed up and down against it so I moved slowly in and out. Not hard enough to open and enter her but enough to feel it.

"Hmm." She said dreamily. "That's nice. I thought I could hear bells."

"Phone was ringing." 

I moved my hand to her breast and felt it. The nipple was already hardening.

"Oh." She turned her head for a kiss. "Who was it."

"I don't know."

I continued feeling her breast.

"I was thinking of going into Malaga." I said moving my prick from her anus and prodding at her fanny lips.

"Oh." She sounded disappointed. "Why?"

I helped her lift her leg and pushed with my prick.

"Hang on." She said reaching back between her legs and holding herself open for me.

I pushed inside her then lowered her leg. She adjusted her position slightly and I started moving in and out of her.

"Why do you want to go into Malaga?" She asked, returning my hand to her breast.

"I want to buy something."

This was nice. Tight yet wet.

"What?"

"Some Vaseline."

"Oh."

This was nice.

"Do you mind?"

She was silent for a few seconds then shuddered slightly.

"You okay?" I asked, stopping my movements.

"Yes." She squeezed my hand on her breast. "That was a nice bit."

I resumed my slow thrusting.

"Now." She gave a sigh. "About the Vaseline."

"I won't get any if you don't want me to."

"I think you should."

"You. You don't mind?"

"It would be best. It might hurt otherwise."

"Then I can?"

"Well. It is our honeymoon."

I could feel her fanny tightening around me each time I entered her and release me each time I pulled back. I quickened. 

"Ah." She gasped lifting her leg slightly and pushing her ass back against me. 

I tried to get closer to her, get more of my prick inside her.

She was pulling away from me. I followed her with my prick still moving in and out. She was turning to lie on her front. I followed her, still joined. I had a breast in either hand, my legs were between hers and I could feel my pubic hairs against her ass cheeks.

This was great. I moved faster, then faster still. I could feel my balls tightening. My prick was swelling. Two more thrusts and I was there. I kept moving my prick in and out whilst I shot inside her. Then I collapsed forward still holding her breasts. 

"You alright?" I asked one of her ears.

"I'll let you know when I can breathe." She gasped.

Releasing her breasts I sat back on my heels, my prick pulling from her and looked down at her back.

We had used the swimming pool the previous afternoon after Siesta and the effects of the sun could already be seen in the white stripes on her shoulders and the red 'v' on her back that pointed to her ass.

"How's your back?" I asked, holding her ass cheeks apart and looking down at her anus.

"It's a bit sore. That's why I didn't want to lie on my back."

I could hear a car engine starting outside so, curiosity getting the better of me, I allowed Jenny's ass cheeks to close and walked to the balcony doors. I looked through the slats of the blinds and saw Herto opening the gates then climbing into the van.

"It's Herto." I said over my shoulder to Jenny but she was closing the bathroom door behind herself.

Must be going down to the markets in Malaga. I thought to myself and was about to turn away when I saw the van stop outside the gates to the contessa's villa. Two men in black trousers and white shirts carried two boxes from inside the villa's grounds and, with Herto's help, placed them in the back of the van. Strange, I thought. Then again was it. He was probably just taking something somewhere for them. 

The van doors closed and Herto drove off out of sight.

One of the men walked up the flight of stone steps to the swimming pool, knelt and placed his hand in the water as if to check the temperature.

Something behind him attracted his attention and he stood up and turned.

The younger of the two women from the previous day was talking to him. She was wearing her bathrobe. They both looked about them then they embraced and kissed. His hands were straight onto her ass cheeks, feeling them through her bathrobe.

The man wanted to go into the building but the woman seemed to be against this. Instead she led him around to the side of the building in my direction. They were in shadow there.

They stopped with the man close behind her. He had her robe open and his hands on her breasts. It looked as if he was trying to get her to bend over a round table but she was resisting. His hand was on her fanny. His fingers were rubbing furiously over her clit. She rested her hands on the tabletop. Still rubbing her fanny the man lifted her robe with his other hand to expose her ass cheeks. I could almost hear her gasp as she threw back her head. Had she come? The man was unfastening his trousers. He was holding his prick. It looked long from here. He moved forward behind the woman. She leaned forward, spreading her legs wide. She lifted from the table as if she had been shot which I took to be a sign he was inside her then collapsed forward again as he moved swiftly in and out. The man suddenly stopped moving and pulled hard upon the woman's hips. I could imagine how he felt, shooting his come inside her.

The bathroom door opened and Jenny re-appeared drying her hair from the shower.

My prick was hard.

"What shall we do today." Jenny asked, then continued as I turned to face her. "Oh. More?"

She was looking down at my prick and licking her lips.

"I've just had a shower." She continued sitting on the edge of the bed and guiding my prick between her lips.

I made a sound as her tongue rubbed against the underside of my pick. I placed my hands on the sides of her head partly covering her ears. Her fingers stroked the base of my prick as her lips worked on its head. I thought of that woman bent over the table and the man with the long prick thrusting in and out of her fanny. I was thrusting myself. Holding Jenny's head still and using her mouth as I would her fanny. Her head jerked backwards at the force of my first load as I shot against the back of her throat. I came, again and again. Her head and fingers moved. Her lips sucked. 

"I liked that."

I finally managed to say when I had control of my breathing.

"I'm am glad." Jenny stood up and kissed me. "I do my best."

I returned her kiss and felt her ass cheeks. We needed some Vaseline.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16g



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16g: Spanish Honeymoon Part 7

A Paul and Jenny story. 

 (Copyright 2002. All rights reserved). 

Part 7. 

Siesta was over and the heat of the day past as I sat with Jenny, dressed in our swimming costumes, by the side of the pool. A large glass jug of fruit juiced and two glasses stood on the table between us. I watched her towelling her legs in the shade cast by the parcel above us. 

"Alright." Jenny said. "Tell me again."

She was rubbing the top of her thigh. I'd rubbed that spot five minutes before when we had been in the pool and I had tried to convince her that she could swim better without her swimming costume.

"Well." I told her for the fifth time. "I saw Herto stop and collect some boxes from Izabella's villa."

"And you think that there is something suspicious in that?"

"Well no." She had me there. What was wrong with doing that? "I don't think there is anything suspicious."

"What were you doing spying on our neighbour's?"

"I wasn't spying."

"You were looking when I went into the bathroom and you were still looking when I came out. Hmm, Why?"

I hated it when she started to interrogate over something. She could tie me up in knots and I'd end up saying what I didn't want to. Which would normally be the truth.

"I was just looking out to see what the day was going to be like."

"I could have told you that." She rubbed her hair. "It's going to be hot and sunny everyday. There's something you're not telling me. Isn't there?"

"No." I protested. "I just saw Herto and I wondered where he was going."

She looked hard at me then looked around. I could hear Maria in the kitchen and Contria would be seeing to any cleaning to be done upstairs. Apparently there was to be some sort of conference being held in the old stable block after we had left. This happened occasionally when we weren't there. There had been a certain amount of tension between Britain and Spain recently over the sovereignty of Gibraltar. This came up ever few years. One of the many problems we had left over from Colonial days. Spain wanted Gibraltar; the locals who lived there wanted to remain British. We had similar problems in Ireland, the Falkland Islands and Hong Kong. We could just wash our hands of it and walk away I suppose. Blame it on previous generations, but they are not here to sort it out.

What's this? Jenny was taking her arms through the straps of her swimming costume. She was pulling it down to her waist. She was reaching down to the floor by her side. Aha. Her suntan lotion. She putting some onto her hands and rubbing was rubbing it onto her chest and the tops of her breasts.

"I could do that for you." I suggested.

"You could, I suppose." She looked down at her breasts. "But I think I've finished."

"You might have missed something."

"I may have." She agreed.

"It would be best to check. Make really sure. We don't want you to get sunburnt."

"Does that mean you would need to look very closely."

"As close as I can get."

"Oh."

My prick was already hardening as I walked around the table. I crouched, with difficulty, by her side. That hurt so I brought my chair around and sat on that. I poured some of the lotion from the bottle onto my hands and started massaging it into her shoulders. My prick was fully hard by the time I touched her breasts.

"Master Paul."

Shit. I pulled my eyes from Jenny's hardening nipples and looked to where Maria was standing at the kitchen door to the side of the building.

She began walking towards us, wiping her hands on her apron.

Jenny was hurriedly stuffing her breasts back into her swimming costume and I tried to cross my legs without snapping my prick in half.

"Yes Maria?" I asked. I daren't risk standing up.

"The Contessa has sent a message asking if you wish to go for dinner tonight. Eight o'clock."

I looked at Jenny.

"Don't mind." She said.

"Tell her we'd love to come."

Maria turned away shaking her head. 

"What's wrong, Maria?" Jenny asked.

Maria turned.

"She is a Basque." She said sadly. "They cause trouble."

"Who?" I asked. "the contessa or all Basque's?"

"All Basque." She was about to turn away but stopped. "They wish to break away. Have their own country. They cause trouble."

I think I remembered reading something in the news about a bomb in Madrid. Our own newscasts were full of bombs and riots in Northern Ireland. So many, I was loosing track of who was killing whom, and why.

"I like the contessa." Jenny said. "She's married, isn't she?"

"Into one of our oldest families." Maria confirmed. "He is in our government."

I wished I had followed Spanish politics more closely. At least my prick had gone down and I felt more confident about standing up. I did so.

"Are they waiting for a reply?" I asked.

I flexed my leg muscles and touched my toes.

"Please tell them we will be there."

Maria left and I looked at my wristwatch. It was after five. What were we going to do for the next three hours? I looked at Jenny.

"Go for a swim." She said, rubbing lotion onto her legs then moving to one of the sun-loungers by the far side of the pool. "I want to catch some sun before it goes down."

Going down sounded nice but I did as I was told and swam a dozen lengths of the ten-metre pool.

We left the villa at fifteen minutes to eight. Jenny had started to panic about what she was supposed to wear but I assured her that we were always very informal.

I wore my black trousers and a white open necked shirt. I would blend in with her staff, at least. Jenny wore a wrap around skirt and her dark green blouse with a white bra and knickers. I knew she was wearing those as I had tried to get her to take them off. She wore a thin shawl, loaned by Contria, for the late night air could feel chilly.

Herto had wanted to drive us in the Mercedes but as it was only a five-minute walk we decided to do that.

The road was lit by the lights of our villa for the first thirty yards then we turned a bend and were in total darkness for fifty yards. The bend continued then straightened. There were lights on the gates of Izabella's villa and the ones further down the hill. There was the glow from the lights of the village. The sky further lightened with the lights of Malaga in the distance.

I could hear the clicking of insects. The air still smelled hot. Jenny stumbled once. She released my hand and linked her arm through mine to steady herself.

At the gates to the villa we stopped to cross the road. One of the men who worked there was waiting with his hand on the gate. He looked like the man who had fucked the other woman that morning.

We looked both ways, I don't know why as we hadn't seen a car on the walk down, then crossed. The man opened the gate as we reached it.

I suddenly felt safer. I don't know why. Nothing had happened.

The man greeted us in Spanish, locked the gates behind us and led the way into villa. 

Izabella and another woman were seated on a settee in the room with the piano. Izabella rose as we approached. She wore a dress with small blue flowers embroidered on one shoulder. " Welcome. Paul and Jenny. May I introduce my sister. Victoria."

Victoria stood up and shook our hands in turn. She didn't look much older than we were. I knew she wasn't a virgin. That was a little unusual in itself. Most Spanish girls wanted to go to their wedding bed virgins. Apparently most were more than welcome to let their men have their asses until that day.

That reminded me. I had to get hold of some Vaseline. I smiled at Jenny as we sat side by side on the settee opposite our hosts. 

As we made small talk over a glass of sherry my eyes kept dropping to the four shapely kneecaps opposite. I imagined the masses of dark pubic hairs above them. I smiled at Victoria as she made some comment in her excellent English. I smiled again at the thought of her arching her back as she had been penetrated that morning. Of course I was only assuming it was her fanny he had used. It could have been her ass.

"Oh Paul has a Private Pilots Licence." Jenny was saying.

I jerked upright and started to pay attention to what was being said.

"We were going to borrow his father's little plane and fly out ourselves but unfortunately we couldn't." She continued.

"You can fly a plane?" Isabella asked in confirmation.

She seemed suddenly interested in me. Both women had seemed to be concentrating on Jenny leaving me as a bit of a spare prick. I excused myself and asked the way to the toilet.

"You can hire a plane, I believe." Victoria stated when I returned. Both her and Izabella's brows were both knitted as if in deep thought. "From the little aerodrome."

"Yes." I confirmed. "Normally with a pilot. We have used the airfield a lot when my father and grandfather fly out."

"They would hire you a plane? Isabella asked slowly. "For yourself?"

"They probably would. They know me and I have a licence."

Finally. I took it at the Easter break. It had taken me over three years to get it. You can pass your licence with forty hours flying time. I was nearing three times that.

The man who had opened the gate came in and whispered something in Izabella's ear. From the corner of my eye I could see Victoria watching his every move. She crossed and uncrossed her legs.

"Shall we go in and eat?" Izabella said standing up.

It was after midnight when we left. I had played the piano for a while. Jenny and Izabella were deep in conversation for part of the evening. Jenny had her 'I've got a secret look' on her face when they finished.

The night air was cool in contrast to the heat of the day. Jenny pulled her shawl tight about her shoulders before taking my hand. I wished I had brought a jacket. I also wished we had accepted the offer of a lift. I knew it was only two hundred or so yards as the winding road went, less than a hundred if I could have flown. Five minutes walk, no more. But it was uphill and I was cold.

It had been a pleasant evening although I had sensed a feeling of excitement in the air. There had been some tension between the two sisters as well. Then there was the fact that Victoria's eyes would follow the man everywhere whenever he was in sight.

I placed my arm about Jenny's waist to try to capture some of her body warmth. The air was still. There wasn't a sound to be heard as we started on the dark portion of our journey. 

I could hear a car engine. It was coming down the hill towards us. He was over-revving the engine. The road ahead was lit up by his headlights. Then they were all I could see. It was as if he was coming straight at us. He was. I pulled Jenny from the road and fell with her onto the dry, dusty soil. There was a screech of breaks. The car was coming back. I pulled Jenny to her feet and we ran from the road. There was a bank ahead of us suddenly illuminated in the headlights of the car. I glanced behind me. The car had turned off the road and was heading towards us. With my hands on her ass cheeks I pushed Jenny up the bank and followed. The car passed by beneath me. Above the bank the land flattened. There were shrubs and small trees in front of us. The car had stopped and a door opened. Whoever it was going to follow us.

My night vision was returning. I looked to my right. I could see the wall that surrounded our villa. The security lights were off. Should we make for there? There was enough light to see by even though there wasn't a moon.

"Follow close." I said and led Jenny to a dried up streambed I had used to play in when I was a boy.

I don't know who was climbing the bank and swearing in English but I doubted whether he knew the area surrounding the villa as I did.

We crouched low behind some rocks and waited. I pulled Jenny close to me and she buried her head in my chest. I could hear his footsteps. Heard him swear as he stumbled over something. I looked around the edge of the rock. I could see him. Fifteen yards away. He was standing still as if listening. If he listened carefully enough I was certain he could hear the sound of my heart thudding in my chest. Then he turned away.

For a moment he was still. Then he moved off. Something about him looked familiar. I listened to the sounds he made through the scrubland. Heard the car engine rev then fade into the distance.

"Has he gone?" Jenny asked, lifting her head. I kissed her on the lips.

"I think so."

"What was it all about?"

"I don't know." I stood up, stretched, and helped her to her feet. "I didn't think to ask."

The lights surrounding the villa were suddenly switched on and I could hear the sound of a car engine. I led Jenny back to the bank above the road and we scrambled down it. I could see the Mercedes pulling out of our drive and heading towards us. I stepped onto the side of the road and waved my hands.

The car stopped and Herto climbed from behind the driving wheel.

Jenny and I stood side by side slapping the dust from our clothes.

"Are you alright?" Herto asked looking about him and then us. "The Contessa's villa rang to say you were walking back and we heard some noises. Carlos said I should check."

"Somebody tried to run us down."

"I'm sure it was an accident." Herto said, opening the rear door of the car for Jenny. "Too many people drink and drive."

Herto pulled up outside the front entrance to the villa and Carlos opened the passenger door for Jenny.

"We heard noises." He said as he helped Jenny to limp inside.

I hadn't noticed that before.

"Are you alright?" I asked, catching them up.

"I've got bruises on my other bruises and I've lost Contria's lovely shawl." She sniffed.

"Never mind that." I tried to brush it all off. "We're alright."

"Sit down." Carlos said, helping her to a chair inside the doorway. "I'll get some water."

I looked down at Jenny's legs and feet. They were scratched and bleeding in half a dozen different places from our scrambling up and down the bank and forcing our way through the shrubs. I looked down at my own trousers. Dusty, torn on one knee.

"I think we need to go shopping tomorrow." I suggested. That would cheer her up.

"I can't go out like this."

"You'll be alright in the morning." I said soothingly. "You could wear your jeans."

"I'm going to wear jeans for the rest of our stay. And pyjama's."

She wasn't happy. I could tell.

Carlos returned with a bowl of water and a towel and Jenny removed her sandals, they were badly scratched, and placed her feet into it. Carlos knelt before her and gently bathed her lower legs. Jenny grimaced a couple of times as the water touched her open cuts then took the towel from Carlos and dabbed her feet and legs dry.

"That's better." She said when she had finished. "Thank you very much."

Carlos asked me about what had happened and I explained briefly.

"We do get some drunken drivers on this road. Mostly foreigners."

"A drunken driver wouldn't stop. Come back to have another go and then follow us through the undergrowth." I pointed out.

"Unlikely. Perhaps he wasn't drunk and just wanted to see if you were alright."

"Do you mean you made me climb that bank for nothing?" Jenny said getting stiffly to her feet.

"No." I protested. "It wasn't like that."

"Can I go to bed, please?" Jenny asked.

I looked at Carlos and he looked at me.

"Good night." I said to him and followed Jenny up the main staircase watching her ass cheeks as they moved beneath the material of her skirt.

In the bedroom I closed the blinds as Jenny disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower running. I looked out over Izabella's villa as my fingers started to turn on the knob that opened and shut the blinds. I could see a figure in the shadows by the side of the building. It was joined by a figure from the front of the building. I only caught a glimpse but it was enough to tell me it was Victoria. I saw the robe she was wearing drop to the ground as her figure merged with the other.

The toilet flushed. Jenny was coming out. I closed the blind and hurried to my side of the bed, removing my shirt. Jenny was naked using one of the large bath towels.

"I'm full of dust." She complained, rubbing furiously at her hair.

I hoped not. I was hoping there would be room inside for me.

"I'm going to have a quick shower." I told her, pulling off my underpants and trousers.

She grunted a reply.

In the bathroom I had a quick piss and stood under the water in the shower.

I was certain that the driver of the car was trying to run us down. If he had kept going then I would have been able to accept that it was a drunk who had just kept going. And he did try to run us down a second time. I winced as the water found a cut on my arm I hadn't realised was there. Well, I think he did.

I turned off the water and stepped from the shower. And why did Isabella and Victoria seem so excited after I went to the toilet? I wonder if they are going to do something for my birthday. It was on Friday, which was the day after tomorrow. I quickly dried myself, finding a couple of more scratches on my legs. 

All right, the man may have been coming back to see if we were all right but why follow us up the bank? That didn't make sense.

I dropped the towel into the basket and, switching off the lights, went back into the bedroom. The main lights were out and the only light shining was the one on my bedside table. Jenny was lying on her side facing the balcony doors. I switched off my light and slipped into bed behind her. She felt so warm. She was wearing her nightdress. I pulled it up at the back and placed the tip of my prick against the crack of her ass cheeks. She was wearing knickers! She wasn't supposed to start her period for another week at least.

I pulled away and lay on my back.

"Not tonight." She said softly, her voice full of sleep. "I'm very tired."

"Alright." I replied.

I was wide-awake. I lay staring at the ceiling. I was wide-awake. I closed my eyes.

I was beating out the flames in Louise's hair with my hands. Then carrying her over my shoulder from the building. I dropped her at Jenny and Linda's feet then returned for the reporter. The smoke was thicker now. I could hear old man Rogers coughing. Then screaming. I half carried half dragged the reporter from the building to where Jenny and Linda knelt beside Louise. I couldn't breathe. I had died and gone to heaven. There were two ass cheeks in front of me. Tanned skin, no sign of a bikini line. I could see an anus. Sweet. So tight and round.

I was staring down at Howie's body. There was so much blood. 

I held a shotgun in my hand and I was stumbling across the fields. There was a man one hundred yards in front of me and another man beyond him. They were chasing Jenny.

I could see the man's back as he dragged Jenny behind him. I was walking with a man and we discussing how he had helped his brother and father rape, torture and murder runaways the brother had offered lifts to in his Landrover after their sister had died. How he had never got to bugger them but his brother always did. It did seem unfair.

I was staring down at his body. There was so much blood.

The canal tunnel was dark and dusty. I called Jenny's name. Somebody was running towards me. I pointed my shotgun then lifted it and squeezed the trigger. The tunnel was collapsing around us. I heard a man shouting and swearing.

I was in bed in Hospital. It was a time I seemed to spend a lot of my life in hospital. Something was moving between my legs. I felt first fingers then lips around the head of my prick. It felt good. I ran my fingers through shoulder length, light-brown hair. My prick was growing. I was coming.

"You had better be careful." I said. "Sister might catch you."

"She did." Jenny said, lifting her head and licking her lips. "I was kicked out of the hospital. Don't you remember?"




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16g



Comments are welcome at the email address in my profile. Story synopsis from College Days. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16h



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16h: Spanish Honeymoon Part 8

I awoke with a hard on. 

I turned over to face Jenny's side of the bed. It was empty. I listened to see if I could hear her in the bathroom but all was quiet. My prick was throbbing, demanding some attention, so I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it twice. That felt good so I stroked it again. 

It had been a strange sequence of events the previous evening. About the car. About Victoria standing by the edge of the piano as I played whilst Jenny and Izabella were deep in conversation.

I was sure I saw her rubbing her fanny against the piano's edge from the corner of my eye and one of her hands certainly disappeared from view at one stage when the man who had served us at dinner was in the room. 

I thought of her bending over that table the previous morning. Of the man standing behind her and thrusting his prick in and out of her. I still didn't know for certain whether he had been in her ass or fanny. She would have some things to tell her priest at confession either way.

I wondered.

I looked at my watch. It read eight-twenty. I slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony windows. I opened the slats on the side window and looked down to the pool below. Izabella was standing by the side of the pool in her robe. I couldn't tell whether she had been in for her swim yet or not.

She was talking to somebody I couldn't see. Victoria walked into view carrying a small briefcase and dressed in as skirt and blouse as if she were going somewhere. A man followed her. Izabella took the briefcase from her sister and checked the contents. The man looked inside then looked in the direction of our villa. I automatically ducked then stood upright again. He couldn't see me.

Victoria kissed her sister and left. Walking down the steps to where the cars were parked. I hadn't noticed before but the man who had served us at dinner the previous evening was standing by the door to one of the cars. He held it open for Victoria and she climbed inside. Did he place his hand on her ass cheek? I watched as they drove away, then turned my eyes back to where Izabella stood. She was standing at the top of the steps watching her sister leave. The man was placing the briefcase on a poolside table and moving in behind her.

He was reaching around her. Pulling her back against himself. His hands were on her breasts then pulling at the front of her robe. She was fighting him. I could see her mouth opening and closing. 

I moved quickly to the balcony door and fumbled with the lock then, throwing opens the doors, stepped out onto the balcony and moved quickly to the low wall.

I looked down onto the poolside, my mouth open wide to shout.

Izabella was on her back on one of the sun-loungers with her legs spread wide. She looked almost lifeless. The man was kneeling between her thighs fumbling with his trousers. He sank forward onto her.

I found my voice and shouted.

"Oi. You. Leave her alone."

The man was thrusting with his hips at Izabella. I could see her legs moving. She was pushing at him.

"Get off her. You bastard." I shouted a second time.

He stopped moving and looked in my direction. Then he was standing up and putting his prick away.

"Hey." I shouted.

He looked up at me a second time then he was waving and walking down the steps to one of the remaining cars.

Izabella was wrapping her robe about her body and looking in my direction then she was hurrying into the villa. A car, a red Fiat, was pulling out of the drive and turning down towards the village.

I could hear the telephone ringing.

I stood still. It was so quiet. Then the morning bus to Malaga passed the front of the villa. People were looking up at me.

"Paul."

I heard Jenny call from behind me.

"Get inside."

Oh fuck. I was naked. 

I hurried back inside with one hand covering the crack between my ass cheeks.

I closed the door to the balcony behind me.

"What were you doing out there?" Jenny asked, looking me up and down.

"I must use the phone." I stammered.

"Izabella is on the phone and wants to talk to you. She said something about you are not to phone the police. What's going on?"

"I think I just saw her being raped." I answered opening a drawer and pulling out some underpants and socks. 

My last pair of trousers followed and finally a shirt from the closet. Somehow it didn't seem right to talk to a Contessa, even on the phone, dressed in just a bathrobe.

Dressed, I ran down the stairs with Jenny close behind. The telephone receiver lay on its side on the small table in the entrance hall. I picked it up.

"Hallo?" I said. "Paul here."

Jenny was standing very close trying to get her ear against the earpiece. I lifted it away from my ear so that she could listen.

"You saw? This morning?" I could almost see the tears in her voice.

"I did." I confirmed. "We should call the police."

"No. No police." She sniffed. "Promise me. Promise me."

"Alright. I promise." I looked at Jenny. "We'll come down and see you."

"I would like that. Then I can explain."

"We'll come straight down." Jenny said into the mouthpiece.

"Who?" Izabella started to ask.

"Jenny." I hurriedly explained. "We will be there in a few minutes."

Carlos was standing by the entrance to the kitchen.

"Can we have the keys to the van?" I asked him, placing the receiver on its cradle. "We have to see the Contessa. Urgently."

Carlos fished the keys out of his pocket and handed them over. He waited, expectantly. What could I tell him?

Put it off. That would be best.

"I think there may have been a spot of trouble at the Contessa's villa. We are going to make sure she's all right. I'll tell you about it when we get back. It's probably nothing."

We were making our way through the door as I spoke. I looked at the back of Jenny's legs with their scratches and bruising then the marks on her arms and finally the redness of her shoulders.

"Are you all right?" I asked her as we reached the van door.

"Why?"

"It's just your arms and legs and shoulders."

"I'll be fine." She kissed me quickly on the lips. "It's nothing serious."

"Are you glad you came?" I said as I opened the door and watched her thighs as she climbed in. "I'm always glad I came."

My prick twitched inside my trousers as I closed her door and made my way to the driver's side. We should be back in plenty of time for siesta. I switched on the engine, selected first gear, let out the clutch and drove to the gates. The Merc was missing so Herto must have gone somewhere in it.

I drove out onto the road and down the hill to Izabella's villa. She was standing alone at the top of the steps by her swimming pool.

I parked the car and we hurried up to meet her. She had been crying and one side of her face was red and swollen as if somebody had punched her. I must have missed that part.

"Are you all right?" I asked as Jenny placed her arms about her.

It was a stupid question. Obviously she wasn't.

"I'll be all right." She sighed. "I am alone at present. Manuel and Pedro have business in Malaga and Juan is taking Victoria to Madrid, she will not be back until tomorrow evening with my husband. He stopped, when you shouted."

"Let's go inside." She continued.

I saw her shudder as she looked at the sun-lounger.

Jenny walked with her, her arm around her shoulders, speaking soft soothing words. I followed behind. I didn't know what to say or do. What do you say to a woman who had probably just been raped? Best I leave that sort of thing to Jenny. She'll know what to do.

I went to the long low sideboard made from some kind of aromatic wood that stood against one wall. I knew that was where they kept their drink. I poured her a stiff Brandy. That would do her good.

Izabella and Jenny were sitting at one end of a settee. I handed Izabella the glass of brandy and sat on the settee opposite.

"Thank you for not calling the police." Izabella began.

She took a sip of brandy and spluttered then took another sip.

"He was an old friend." She continued. "I knew him before I married. He came to see me, he wanted money or he would tell the newspapers about me and it would ruin my husbands career."

"Was he a good friend once?" Jenny asked gently.

"Very good."

Izabella drank some more brandy. She looked at us for a few seconds.

"We were very close. He was my lover. He wanted that as well."

"We should call the police." Jenny insisted.

"No." Izabella's voice was firm. "It would ruin my husbands career. He needn't know. Nobody need ever know. It's over now and he didn't really do anything. I want to forget it."

She drank some more brandy then handed me the glass for a re-fill. 

"Join me. Please." She said as I walked to the sideboard.

"It's a little early." I began. 

What the hell? It was only nine o'clock in the morning and here I was plying a Spanish Contessa with neat brandy. I poured a small one for myself. Jenny looked me as I came back. 

"Would you like one?" I asked her.

"No, thank you." She said, tersely. 

She could make three words last a long time.

I sipped at my brandy. It was very fruity. Not like the fiery spirit of France. Izabella insisted I get Jenny a glass. I did so and brought the bottle back with me. It was very nice brandy.

Izabella insisted Jenny try some. It took some persuading for her to have the first glass, less to have the second and she was holding it up herself for the third drink.

Izabella cried a little then told us that he wasn't much of a man. Not large in the man department like her husband. He may be in his fifties but he was still very much a man. Jenny confirmed that I was adequate in that department. She went on to mention Howie and how her friend had told her that he must have one of the biggest in the world. I didn't tell Izabella that Jenny knew first hand just how big it was from the time Howie had tried to get it up her ass when we were on our Caribbean cruise. They each had another glass of brandy. I decided that one of us should remain sober. But it was nice brandy. Carlos could walk down and pick up the van.

Manuel and Pedro returned. I offered them a brandy but they smiled and refused. Izabella was teaching Jenny an Old Spanish folk song, in Spanish. They needed some music. I sat at the piano with one of the girls sitting on the stool on either side of me. Izabella sang some words then Jenny tried them. I plonked at the keys. Then Jenny sang a song and it was my turn. I knew a fairly clean Rugby song. They both joined in the chorus.

I stretched and Jenny fell on the floor. I bent over to pick her up. The room started spinning when I straightened.

"Stay to lunch?" Izabella asked.

I looked at my watch. It was eleven-fifteen.

"We should go." Jenny replied, nodding her head for emphasis and sitting on my thigh. I nuzzled her hair and tried to get my fingers between the cheeks of her ass.

Izabella had stood up and was calling for Pedro. She ordered lunch for three when he appeared. I played one handed; still trying to get enough of the material of Jenny's skirt between her ass cheeks so that I could touch her anus. I think I did it.

We went into lunch with me between the two girls, my hands first on their hips then on Jenny's ass cheek and finally Izabella's.

I sat between them. We were having cold meats and cheeses with a tomato salad. We had a large glass of wine each. That was nice. It was cool.

There was a hand on my thigh. Funny, I could see both of Jenny's hands. I placed my own hand beneath the table onto the strange hand. I moved my fingers along the back of its forearm towards its elbow. There was a hand upon my wrist guiding my hand to a skirt-covered thigh. Izabella's placed both of her hands in full view on the table. I pulled at the hem of her skirt. She took a drink of wine. I wanted to see so I pretended to drop something and lowered my head beneath the tabletop. I pulled her skirt to the tops of her thighs. Her legs were very brown. A lot darker than Jenny's, I thought, best check.

Jenny was wearing one of her wraparound skirts with a bow on either hip. I pushed the top layer of shirt away from me and pulled the lower layer towards me. Her thighs were white when you compared them to Izabella's. And her knickers were white as well. I wondered what colour Izabella's were? I pulled some more at the hem of her dress. There was a mass of black hair and the smell of woman but no knickers.

"Have you found it?" Jenny asked.

"What?" I replied, sitting upright.

"What you went under the table for."

"What?" Under the table. Oh yes. "I found it."

I had a sip of wine and let my other hand fall back onto Izabella's thigh. She sighed and opened her legs. I felt the soft; warm skin on the inside of her thigh then moved my hand onto the mass of soft, curly hair on her pubic mound. Her legs opened wider. I felt for the slit of her pussy whilst eating one-handed with my fork. The twitching of her thighs and the moan from her lips told me I was there. It felt warm. I ran my finger along her lips. She lay her head against my shoulder. I pushed a finger inside her. She groaned loudly.

"Are you all right, Izabella?" Jenny asked.

I looked down at her knickers. Izabella was groaning something in reply as I worked my finger in and out of her.

I had better check everything was all right inside Jenny's knickers. I took a sip of wine and placed my hand upon her naked thigh.

"No." She hissed. "What about Izabella?"

I looked at Izabella. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. I spent a few seconds searching for her clit amongst her mass of pubic hair, gave it up and pushed my finger back inside her. I could smell woman.

"She's asleep." I told Jenny and pulled at the elastic of her knickers. 

This was no good. I couldn't get my hand inside. Izabella sighed, closed her legs tightly and tightened her pussy around my finger. I don't think I could get it out if I wanted to.

"Take your knickers off." I whispered into Jenny's ear.

"Here?" 

"Go on. Please." I urged. "Nobody will know."

Jenny looked about her again then lifted her ass from the seat and pulled down her knickers to her knees.

"I can't get them down any further." She mumbled.

I looked down at Izabella. She was asleep. 

With difficulty I pulled my finger from her fanny and, clearing the place in front of her placed her head on the table. I squeezed under the table. Izabella's thighs were still slightly parted and I could see the slit of her fanny. There were little hairs on the outside of her lips.

Jenny snorted so I moved slightly so I could reach her knickers and pulled them to the floor. I lifted her feet through them and resumed my seat, placing the knickers in my pocket.

I looked down at the hairs that pointed the way to Jenny's slit. She wasn't overly hairy but there was enough to do the job. I placed my hand on her mound and squeezed it. She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Can I ask you a question?" She slurred slightly.

"What is it?" I replied, running my finger along the lips of her fanny.

Her legs opened wider.

"Why did you marry me?"

I knew the answer to that one. It was in my wedding speech.

"Because I love you."

She opened her legs wider. I pushed my finger inside her. I scratched my nose. I could smell Izabella on my other hand. Strange. Nothing was happening to my cock. I placed my hand upon it through my trousers. Jenny's hand followed it. I placed my hand on the table to give her room. She squeezed it then tried to work the foreskin back and forth.

"Ahem."

The sound of somebody clearing their throat caused me to look up.

Pedro was standing on the far side of the table.

"Anything else?" He asked in Spanish.

He didn't seem surprised at seeing Izabella slumped on the table. I pulled my finger from Jenny's fanny and tried to straighten myself up. Jenny suddenly noticed him for the first time and sat bolt upright removing her hand from my prick.

"Do we want anything else?" I asked her.

"Not here." She replied in a low, deep voice. My prick twitched.

"No thank you." I replied to Pedro in Spanish. "We will go home now."

I stood up and helped Jenny to stand. I shook Izabella on the shoulder but there was no response.

"She's tired." I pointed out to him.

"We will go home." I repeated.

I placed my arm around Jenny's waist and we walked unsteadily towards the front door. I could hear Pedro following us. I fumbled with the door handle and we were outside.

I mumbled something to Pedro as we left and walked out through the front gates. I didn't look back but I was sure he was watching us. We walked through the dust at the side of the road facing the on-coming traffic.

"I need a wee." Jenny suddenly announced.

"We'll be home in five minutes. Hang on."

"But I want a wee."

"You can't do it here. People can see." "I'll wee myself."

We had reached the bank we had scrambled up the night before. Fifty yards further on and it would drop to the level of our villa.

"Try and hold on." I urged.

Jenny sniffed.

We managed another twenty yards.

"I need to go." Jenny said, stopping suddenly. "I need to go now." 

To our right the hillside sloped steeply down to the rear wall of Izabella's villa. I looked at the bank to our left. It was only three or four feet high. 

"Come on then." I said directing her towards the slope.

She leant back against me as I tried to push her up the slope.

"Come on." I said, placing my hand upon her ass cheeks. "Help me."

She giggled. 

I finally managed to get her to the top and followed her up. We moved a further ten yards from the road.

"If you think you're having me here." She said lifting her skirt and crouching.

I suddenly needed to piss myself. I turned away and took my prick out. Pulling back my foreskin to give my piss I released my flow of urine. I could hear Jenny hissing behind me then it stopped and her fingers closed around my prick.

"Wee." She cried out, describing a figure of eight in the air with my piss.

Almost immediately I was empty and just a few drops came from the end.

"Where is it?" She asked, shaking my prick up and down.

"I'm empty." I told her, pulling my foreskin back and forth to finish.

"Ha." She scoffed. "You're no fun."

"Oh." I said, stepping over the dark stain her piss had left on the floor and striding off towards the villa.

"Wait for me." She called.

Sod her. Talking to me like that. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16i



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16i: Spanish Honeymoon Part 9

I didn't feel very well. My mouth felt like the bottom of a Parrot's cage. My head ached. I opened my eyes. That hurt so I closed them again.

I could feel Jenny in the bed next to me. I turned over to face her. She groaned.

"Go away." She moaned as is if she were in pain. "Leave me alone."

I hadn't touched her. I rolled over onto my back. What had I done? We had been at Izabella's. Had I really fingered her or had I dreamt it? Then there had been Jenny.

I opened one eye and looked at my watch. Six-fifteen. Must still be the same day.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I cleaned my teeth after I had used the toilet. My mouth still felt awful.

I turned on the shower, waited for a few seconds then stood beneath the flow of water. I worked some shampoo into my hair, then my pubic hairs and finally between my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and let the water rinse the suds from my hair and body.

I heard the toilet flush as I switched off the water and stepped from the shower. Jenny was standing there naked with her arms folded across her waist. She didn't look happy about something. She brushed past me and stepped into the shower cubical. I hoped she remembered it took a few seconds to warm the water.

Her shout told me she hadn't.

I took a towel and went back into the bedroom, drying myself as I did so. I picked up my trousers from the floor. They were dirty and dusty and had a small tear in one knee. It looked like jeans from tomorrow. I checked my wallet was in the rear hip pocket. One of the side pockets seemed full. I placed my hand inside it as Jenny came out of the bathroom. She was drying herself with a towel. I pulled my hand out. I was holding a pair of her knickers. I resisted the impulse to hold them to my nose and held them out to her instead.

She reached out for them and our fingers touched. I made a hook with my index finger and she did the same. We linked fingers and I pulled her towards me. She dropped her towel to the floor as I took her into my arms. I kissed her. My mouth open, her mouth open, our tongues touching. I felt her shoulder blades, her backbone and then her ass cheeks. My prick was growing between us and she ground her pubic bone against it. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and rubbed her anus with the tip of my finger.

She took a step backwards falling onto the bed and pulling me on top of her. Her legs parted and her knees bent and I could feel the tip of my prick against the opening of her fanny. I pushed and felt her lips give slightly. I pushed again. I was inside her. One more push and our pubic mounds touched. I looked down at her face; there was a tear on her cheek. I pulled almost out then pushed back in.

"What's wrong?" I asked,

She smiled up at me.

"Nothing." She replied. "Just happy."

I pushed first to one side and then the other. She squeezed my hips with her thighs.

"Are you sure?" I panted.

"Sure I'm happy?" 

I pushed to the sides again. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sure." She continued, breathing heavily.

I quickened my strokes.

"Are you happy?" She gasped; her fingernails were applying pressure to my back.

I smiled broadly and moved to the short sharp strokes. Her fanny tightened around me, her sign that she was coming. Her moan, her groan and her little cry confirmed it. Two more strokes, one more and I was pumping my come inside her.

I pulled out of her and slipped to the floor at the end of the bed. I could see right up inside her for a few seconds as her lips closed around the mix of our juices. 

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking at me over the mounds of her breasts and between the 'v' of her thighs.

"Just looking."

"What at?"

"You."

"You've seen it before."

I noticed she hadn't made and attempt to close her legs or cover herself up. I reached out my hand and ran a finger along her slit.

"That's nice." She murmured.

I rubbed the outside of each lip in turn. I could actually see her opening. Her inner lips were showing. A brighter pink then the outer ones. A little wrinkled around the edges. I took hold of one between my finger and thumb and gently pulled it to one side. It looked wet. I pulled the other lip in the same way. I placed my fingertip between the two lips and pushed it inside her. I heard her gasp. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Fine." She replied a little breathlessly.

"I'm glad?"

And I was. I sometimes thought that I got as much pleasure from Jenny's response to my touches than I did from actually shagging her.

I could see her clit. It was just poking out from its cover. There were some pubic hairs touching it so I pulled them away whilst still moving my finger in and out of her.

She lifted her hips from the bed so I pushed a second finger inside her. A little moan of pleasure came from her. I pulled its hood back and fully exposed her clit. She lifted her hips again. I placed the tip of my finger against her clit and rubbed back and forth across it. She gasped as if somebody was stealing her breath. I rubbed faster.

Her ass cheeks were completely off the bed and her hips described circles in the air. There were some strange noises coming from her. Noises that increased in volume until, with a half-strangled cry, she threw herself onto her side.

I managed to pull my fingers from her hole and my hand from between her tightly clenched thighs.

The sun was shining when I awoke next morning. 

I reached under the bedclothes and stroked my already hard prick. That felt good. I looked across at Jenny. She was lying on her side facing me with her eyes open. I felt her hand moving beneath the bedclothes and released my prick before her hand reached it.

"Good morning." She said lifting my prick and stroking it. "Happy birthday."

I was twenty-two. She lifted her head and shoulders for me to place my arm around her. Her hand moved faster. I lifted my hips and pushed my prick towards her hoping she would take the hint.

"Oh." She tried to sound hurt. "You don't want this?"

"It's lovely." I hurried to re-assure her. "But."

She lifted her head and looked down at me.

"Well. Seeing as it's your birthday."

She moved down the bed then straddled my body, with her knees either side of my hips. 

Holding my prick in one hand she guided the tip to the lips of her fanny which she held open with the fingers of her other hand. She smiled down at me then lowered herself onto my prick. Her face became serious for a moment as I entered her then her smile returned.

I reached up and held a breast in either hand as she started moving up and down. I squeezed them with my fingers and rubbed her nipples with my palms. Her nipples were standing erect and I wanted to suck on them but I also didn't want her to stop her movements up and down my prick. I moved my hands to her as cheeks, back to her breasts then back to her ass cheeks.

She laughed out loud as I tickled her anus. Then she drove her fanny hard down upon my prick as if wanting every inch. She was gasping and panting. So was I. My hips were bucking in time with her movements. I could feel her fanny tightening, squeezing me. I was coming as she cried out in her own orgasm. 

We both stopped moving and looked at one another. Then she leaned forward with my prick still inside her and we kissed.

My prick didn't seem to want to go down so I lifted my hips, moving it in and out of her.

"More?" Jenny asked.

"Please?"

"Come on then."

I tried to keep my prick inside her as we changed position on the bed. She settled back as I started thrusting in and out of her. She lifted her heels from the bed and placed them on my ass cheeks as I quickened. She wrapped her arms around my back and lifted herself up, squashing her breasts against my chest. Her fanny was tightening and she was breathing heavily in my ear. I could feel her coming before I heard. I kept moving, not allowing her to come down. She was coming again. I kept moving. She came a third time before I started to pump my come inside her.

I pulled out and lay down on my back. Jenny lay her head on my shoulder.

We had spent the previous evening quietly in the sitting room with Carlos watching TV, some important political prisoner had escaped from goal. We had both refused his offers of wine and beer. I think that the way we had both been feeling we didn't want to ever see another alcoholic drink as long as we lived.

I could hear the telephone ringing. Then I could hear footsteps outside of our room.

"Master Paul." Carlos knocked then called.

"Yes, Carlos?" I replied.

"It is Mrs Wagstaffe."

"I'm Mrs Wagstaffe." Jenny murmured into my chest.

"From England." Carlos continued. "She wants to talk to you."

I climbed from the bed and quickly dressed. I couldn't find my bathrobe. Jenny did the same and followed me downstairs to the telephone.

"Hello mother." I said, picking up the receiver.

"Happy birthday, Paul." My Mother's voice sounded far away. "I just wanted to say happy birthday before you left."

"Left for where?" I asked. "We're not going anywhere. I think."

"I need some shopping from Malaga." Jenny whispered into my ear.

"I just wish I could be with you." My Mother was saying.

I knew she liked shopping but it was a little extreme of her to want to come shopping in Spain.

"Never mind." She continued. "I shall see you when you get back home. Be careful."

I placed my arm around Jenny's waist and squeezed her ass cheek.

Now, why should I be careful?



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16j



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16j: Spanish Honeymoon Part 10

(Copyright 2002. All rights reserved).

I replaced the receiver and looked at Jenny. 

"I wonder what she meant?" I asked.

"Who?" Jenny replied.

"My mother."

"What about?"

"Me being careful."

"Oh. You should always be that."

She'd moved closer and I could feel her fanny against the outside of my thigh.

I tried to push her jeans up between the cheeks of her ass but the material was stretched too tight across them.

"We have to go shopping." Jenny said kissing me on the cheek. "Go shave and get your wallet and we'll go. I have to speak to Carlos."

I watched her ass cheeks as she walked into the main room which lead to the kitchens where Carlos seemed to spend most of his day.

I went upstairs and visited the bathroom then collected my things, stowing them away in my pockets. Wallet, keys, small change and handkerchief. I noticed our passports were lying out on top of the dressing table. I opened the drawer to put them back together with my private pilot's licence. That was strange. I was sure I had left it there. Oh well. I could look for it later. I had promised to take Jenny onto Gibraltar and today could be the day so I placed the passports in one of the breast pockets of my safari shirt.

I went back down stairs. Jenny was standing by the front door with Herto.

"Herto is going to drive us." Jenny said as I joined her and she kissed me on the cheek and pressed herself against me as if she hadn't seen me in ages.

"I can drive." I protested.

I hadn't fucked Jenny in a car in months.

"I want Herto to drive." Jenny said firmly.

Oh well.

I followed them out to the car. I sat in the back next to Jenny and placed my arm around her. Herto pulled away turned right out of the gate.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Herto knows the way." She said, leaning her head against my shoulder. 

"What time is it?"

I looked at my wristwatch.

"Half-past nine." I replied, moving my hand up under her arm and touching the side of her breast with my fingers.

"Oh good."

I could tell she was smiling even tough I could only see the top of her head. Herto turned onto the main road towards Gibraltar. I could see a jetliner landing at the airport ahead. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

I didn't really care. It was nice sitting here with my arm around Jenny and my hand on her breast.

Herto took the turning for the airport. I thought about asking where he was taking us again but didn't have the energy. It would suit me if her drove around like this until lunch.

Herto was driving past the main entrance to the airport. I tried to think what else was on this road. There were some villages famous for lace making and some vineyards in the hills ahead. If we were going wine sampling I was was glad Herto was driving after all.

He was slowing and taking the entrance to the private aerodrome we used when we flew out in my father's plane. It was a shame he wouldn't lend it to me to come out in.

Herto pulled up outside of the main hangers. I recognised Mr Thompson. He had been living Spain since after leaving the RAF in the fifties. He gave joy rides to tourists. He had always said that Spain would become the tourist centre of Europe. It looked as if he was going to be proved right.

He was standing in front of a red and white Cessna. It looked brand new. 

We climbed out of the car and Jenny led the way to the plane.

"Hallo Paul." Mr Thompson said as we approached.

I made the introductions.

"Nice machine." I said, looking at the plane "Have you finally bought a new one?"

"Oh, it's not mine. I've just been flight testing her for the new owner."

"Lucky owner." I tried to keep a note of envy out of my voice. 

It was a good-looking machine. The fuselage beneath the high wing on its fixed three wheel undercarriage.

"Try her out." 

Mr Thompson was holding the door to the pilot's seat open.

"Are you sure the owner won't mind?" I asked, wanting to climb inside but still hesitating.

"Let's get in." Jenny urged from the far side of the machine.

I hadn't even noticed her walking round.

"Ok." I said climbing up into the seat. 

Jenny beat me by getting her ass on the seat first. Mr Thompson climbed in past Jenny's seat and sat in the middle of the bench seat along the rear of the cabin.

"She's a grand machine."

For the first time I noticed a slight hint of a Scottish accent in his voice. He ran through the controls then told me the planes technical specs. He was acting like a salesman. He'd already won me over. I wasn't poor. I could afford to buy a plane. We could base it at Bristol airport. We could visit all of our relations in it.

Jenny was smiling at me.

I have never been as besotted with flying as my grandfather or father have. But I held a pilot's licence and it was a nice plane. I would look into getting one when we got home. Now all I had to do was convince Jenny it was a very good idea.

"Do you like it?" She asked when Mr Thompson had finished speaking.

"I do." I admitted.

"You had better have it then." She kissed me on the cheek. "Happy birthday."

I taxied out onto a secondary runway when the main airport traffic control gave me permission. The last two hours had been a blur. I had met the local agent for Cessna in the office and had signed for the machine. I had taken her up with Mr Thompson to familiarise myself with her. We had checked everything worked and made sure the tanks were full. Jenny had my pilot's licence with her so, after a quick lunch of coffee and sandwiches in the airport terminal, I had filed a flight-plan in the office and they had passed it through to air traffic control.

The controller was now telling me I could take off. I looked across at Jenny, squeezed her thigh for luck the placed my hand on the throttle control.

We were moving faster, faster still. I pulled back on the control column and we were up.

"Wow." Jenny said as I gained altitude and banked to the east away from the jet's flight-paths.

Malaga was approaching and I banked to the north slightly and pointed out our villa. I flew over it, gaining altitude all the time. I could see the old convent. There were two vehicles parked beside it and some people moving around. They were looking up at us and pointing. It looked like Izabella. I waggled my wings and they were behind us. 

We were over h hill. I pointed out a narrow strip of land to Jenny.

"The Germans prepared that as a landing strip during the war." I told her. "They used it to try to smuggle out Roddrigo's father to take back to South America and re-install as President. They also wanted to use to as place to refuel some bombers for an attack on Gibraltar."

"Your family were involved?"

"Yes." I confirmed. "I don't know all the details. The Admiral in London could tell us. It was his ship that picked them up from the sea."

"It looks like you could still use it today." Jenny observed.

She was wearing her glasses. She didn't seem to mind wearing them when we were alone together. It was just with strangers she felt self-conscious about wearing them.

I flew low over the strip of land. It was dusty but I could see no rocks sticking up and there was a pile of freshly cleared shrubs. I flew on. We went out over the plain, which led to Madrid then, I banked right and headed towards the coast. Picking it up I banked again back towards Malaga. Twice I turned out to see to investigate a large vessel. One was a tanker the other a cruise liner. We flew over deserted bays and old castles. 

I looked across at Jenny.

"Are we a mile up?" She suddenly asked.

"Two thousand feet." I replied.

"Close enough." She said, unbuckling her seat belt.

She leaned towards me.

"Can you make it fly itself?" He fingers on the fly zip of my jeans.

"I can't." I replied, lifting my ass cheeks.

She had unzipped my fly and undone the top button on my jeans. Her hard was worming its way inside the top of my underpants. I gasped out loud when they closed about my prick. I looked down at her hand as it stroked up and down.

"Should you be watching where we're going?" She asked, licking her lips.

I reached up and adjusted the trim so we were slightly nose up. I lowered my arm and placed it around Jenny's shoulders.

Her hand was moving faster.

"That's good." I told her.

She kissed me on the cheek then lowered her head.

Her lips closed about the head of my prick. It was good. I felt underneath her arm and closed my fingers around her breast. I could feel her nipple standing up hard and proud. I move my hand to her ass cheeks and squeezed them. I followed the waistband of her jeans around to the button and flicked it open. I pushed her zip down as far as I could from that angle then, pushed my hand down, inside the back of her knickers, searching for her anus with my fingertip. Her moan of pleasure told me she approved.

I approved of what she was doing. Her head was bobbing up and down in time with her fingers. I looked ahead. Then I looked down at my instruments then down again at the back of Jenny's head. I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure swept over me.

I started to pant and lifted my hips to get more of my prick inside her mouth. She gagged as it touched the back of her throat and lifted her head. I lifted again and again, trying to fuck her mouth. Her lips were tight around my foreskin pulling back and forth over the head of my prick. I could feel my balls lifting; my prick was growing even larger. I rubbed her anus hard. I lifted my ass cheeks high above the chair as I came.

Two, three, four times my prick jerked inside her mouth. I could feel her swallowing. Her fingers stroking, slowly milking the last drops from me.

I pulled my fingers from between her ass cheeks as she lifted her head and sat back in her seat. I automatically lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed. It smelled great. I swapped hands on the control column. 

Malaga was approaching so I called up air traffic control. We were given landing instructions and we touched down one and a half-hours after taking off. I taxied from the main runway back to the aero clubs hangers and offices.

"Do you like her?" Jenny asked as we walked back to the office hand in hand.

"I love her."

While I was completing the post flight paperwork and having the hours logged Jenny used the phone to ring the villa and by the time I had seen the plane taken into the main hanger and arranged for the mechanics to check her over and prepare her for the next day Herto had arrived with the car.

We stopped off in Malaga and visited the shops on the way back. I needed some trousers but not liking the way they are made in Spain only bought one pair. I bought Jenny a pair of white jeans, a pair of pale blue trousers, two skirts, some blouses, underwear and shoes. I had managed to slip away whilst Jenny was trying things on and bought a small jar of Vaseline. I was going to fuck her ass that night.

Herto drove our purchases back to the villa and I took Jenny to a cafe on the seafront opposite the gates to the old stone quay for something to eat. We had an outside table and we shared a bottle of wine. Well, Jenny had one glass and I finished it off.

I felt great. Full of fish and rice with a pleasant glow from the wine I took Jenny's hand and we strolled through the old town.

We entered the main square. My grandfather had told me that there had been bodies hanging from every lamppost when they had driven through it during the civil war.

I shook the image away. I didn't want images like that today.

There was an English style pub on the ground floor of one of the buildings on the right hand side of the square. The sun was just starting to go down. The main bar was about three parts full. Mostly ex-pats but with a number of prosperous looking Spanish men. We went up to the bar and I ordered a pint of English beer for myself and a glass of Coke for Jenny.

I placed my arm about Jenny's waist. I lifted my glass and took a sip. I felt great. I owned an aeroplane.

"Paul." 

I could feel Jenny tense by my side.

"Yes?"

"We have to go. Quickly."

I agreed. I was in the mood.

"Let's finish our drinks."

"No. Now. Straight away."

"What's wrong?" I hoped she was just in a hurry to get to bed.

"He's here."

"Who."

"Rogers."

Rogers. I had to think for a few seconds. Fuck. He was the last one of the family of three men in Yorkshire whom had made Jenny suck them all off on the time I had been attacked by the Black Panther. We all thought he had died. True, they had never found his body. I looked around the room. I wouldn't know him if I saw him. I'd only ever seen his back.

"Let's go." Jenny was pulling at my hand.

I allowed myself to be pulled towards the door.

"You're not going? Are you?"

Jenny stifled a scream.

We both stood still then turned to face the sound of his voice. I had never seen him before, well, not close up. But I did recognise him. He was the man who tried to rape Izabella the previous morning. There were two men standing behind him. They had all been drinking. 

"These are the ones I told you about." He said over his shoulder to his companions.

He stepped closer.

"You killed my father and brother." 

I took a step back to get away from the fumes from the beer on his breath.

"I didn't." I protested. 

I had killed his brother, by accident and I didn't exactly kill his father, I just didn't rescue him from the burning farmhouse.

"It was an accident." I continued.

"And you." He said, addressing Jenny. "We have some unfinished business. You and me."

"No." I said, stepping between them and pulling Jenny behind my back. "You leave her alone."

"I don't think I could do that." He laughed. "Do you fancy a go at her?" He asked over his shoulder. "She's got a tight ass."

"Sure Ray." One of them replied. "But not here."

He reached out to grab my arm and I jerked away, bumping into a table. My fingers touched a glass and without thinking I picked it up and threw the contents into his face. He stumbled into his friends and Jenny and I ran through the door and out into the street.

We pelted along the cobbles, heading back towards the seafront. I could hear voices shouting behind us as we dodged through the late afternoon shoppers and people making their ways home from work. We turned down onto the street that led onto the old quay and past the café where we had had eaten earlier. Please be early, Herto.

We had arranged for him to pick us up. I glanced at my watch. Another thirty minutes to go. What the fuck were we going to do?

I looked at Jenny. She was red in the face and staring to gasp. 

I glanced over my shoulder. I couldn't see him or his friends.

"Slow down." I panted. "I think we've lost them."

We slowed to a trot, and then a walk then stopped opposite the entrance to the café. The street was still busy with pedestrians and vehicles. I couldn't see them. I looked for a taxi but there wasn't one in sight. There was a bus stop just around the corner. I catch the bus when I was a child. There should be one in ten minutes. It would wind its way slowly through the villages and take nearly an hour to reach our villa but it was the best option.

"Into the café." I said, pulling Jenny by the hand. "Quickly."

We crossed the street and entered the café. Within two minutes I saw Rogers and his friends on the far side of the street where we had stopped between the bodies of the customers sitting in the window seat. Either they were very slow or they had been checking down some of the side streets. A waiter came to take our order. I asked for two coffees. 

"What do we do?" Jenny asked, breathing heavily.

The people in the window seat were giving me funny looks.

"If we can get past them we can take the bus." I replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Can we find a policeman?" She asked.

I would if I could. Wait a minute there was a phone on the wall. I could ring.

"Telephone." I said, leading the way, in a crouch to the handset.

By now everybody was giving us funny looks.

"Watch what they do." I said to Jenny as I fed some coins into the machine.

I got through to the police and explained that we were in a café and feared for our lives from a man who was wanted for kidnap and murder in England.

The voice at the end of the phone pointed out that my Spanish was very good but that there was no extradition treaty with Britain. I insisted. He took some details and said he'd pass them on.

"I think they have gone." Jenny said standing very close to me.

The café doors opened. I turned my face to the wall and pulled Jenny close to my chest.

I could sense somebody was approaching. They wouldn't try anything here. It was a crowded café. But it hadn't stopped them in the bar.

"Hallo. Paul, Jenny."

I loved the sound of Izabella's voice. Never more so than then.

"Why are you hiding in a corner?" She asked. "Are you hiding from me?"

"No, not at all." Jenny hurriedly assured her. We both looked around nervously. "There are some people outside."

"There are a lot of people outside." Izabella pointed out.

"There is this man, from England." Jenny started to explain.

"You are safe now. Let me drive you home." 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16k



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16k: Spanish Honeymoon Part 11

"Sit down and tell me what is wrong." Izabella said, indicating a table at which was standing a waiter with the coffee we had ordered.

We sat down and ordered a drink for Izabella. I looked out of the windows but could see no sign of Rogers and his friends.

I tried to think quickly. If we tell her everything she would know that we know that she had not been telling the truth about the attempted rape the previous day.

"We went to the English bar and got into an argument with some drunken tourists." I said before Jenny could speak.

"Yes." Jenny joined in. "And we think they were following us."

"That can happen." Isabella agreed. "Especially with the English. They are not used to drinking all day. You have laws."

"That's right." I agreed as the waiter brought her coffee.

"Jenny told me about your aeroplane." Izabella smiled at me over the rim of her coffee cup. "Perhaps you could take me up in it tomorrow?"

It sounded more a command than a request but I found myself agreeing to it.

"What time could you take me?" 

"Any time after seven, I suppose. It has to be after dawn and they don't start until then."

"You could collect me at six-thirty?"

She was keen.

"I would have to phone them and see if there will be anybody there who can get my plane ready."

"You could do that?" She asked.

I glanced at Jenny. She looked worried. I was feeling a little that way myself. I drank my coffee.

"I'll ring them and check that there is somebody there first thing." I said, standing up and walking to the pay phone.

I watched Jenny and Izabella talking together as I dialled. Looking out through the windows I still couldn't see any sign of Rogers and company.

The aero club manager answered and I explained that I would like to fly at the earliest opportunity the next morning. He said he understood what with my having a new aeroplane and that it could be ready at seven-thirty. I told him I would only be joy riding, replaced the handset and returned to the table.

"That's done then." I told Izabella as I sat down. "We can take off at half-past seven."

Her eyebrows knitted together for a second as if she was calculating something then she stood up.

"It is time I left." She said looking at us. "Can I offer you a lift home?"

"Yes please." We said together.

Izabella dropped us at our villa and left after inviting us for drinks. She said she would be alone as her husband had to stay in Madrid because of the crisis caused by the escape of the political prisoner.

I hadn't paid much attention to that part of the news as we had sat on the sofa in the small, neat sitting room with Carlos the previous evening. To be honest as I was to be flying the following morning and had already had enough to drink for that day I didn't really want to go. I lost. Jenny accepted for us.

We went upstairs to shower and change and this time accepted Herto's offer of a lift when we came back down. 

I was certain Rogers knew where we lived. I was convincing myself that he was the man who had tried to get into our room in the hotel in Taunton and at the villa. It was probably he in the car that tried to run us down.

I told this to Herto and Carlos out of Jenny's hearshot. Carlos looked worried. There was to be an important conference in the villa starting on the Wednesday. The date kept changing in response to the events in Madrid. Jenny had told me, as I had felt her breasts while she dried herself after our shower, that my parents had booked hotel rooms for us in Barcelona and Paris for our Journey home beginning on Sunday.

Suddenly I was looking forward to leaving. It wasn't a bad idea to take Izabella up in the morning. That would leave the afternoon for the plane to have it's final settling in checks by the aero club mechanic. Yes, I was looking forward to going home.

Herto told us there was very little that could be done about Rogers. He was not wanted in Spain and I didn't actually have any evidence. He seemed to know a lot about the subject. He interested me. He had too much about him to be settling for a job like the one he had here. Driver and general dogsbody. I didn't know what was going on but something was. 

"Come on."

Jenny was calling me.

"Hang on a minute." I called back. 

It was seven-thirty. I really didn't want to go out. I'd have to stay sober if I were flying in the morning. It was going to be a boring evening and then, we would probably only get a few hours sleep before we picked up Izabella.

"Are you alright?" Jenny asked standing in the doorway. 

"I'm fine." I assured her.

I could hear the sound of Herto's car engine outside.

"Come on." I said passing Jenny and striding towards the car. "Don't hang about."

I broke into a run on hearing her footsteps behind me. I beat her to the door by a couple of paces.

"Bastard." She said under her breath as I held open the door for her.

I gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze as she climbed in past me. I followed her in, sitting by her side and holding one of her hands.

"We don't have to stay very long." She said, leaning her head upon my shoulder. "There's something going on. We won't find out what it is by staying at home."

"I don't think I really want to know."

"You said that Rogers was visiting and almost raping Izabella yesterday."

I nodded and grunted.

"And he would have been outside when she arrived at the cafe?"

Again I grunted. I hadn't thought of that.

"She would have known he was there and yet she left her car to come in to us."

Jenny paused as Herto pulled into the drive of Izabella. I thought about what she had said. Izabella knew Rogers. I was certain of that. Had she come into the cafe by accident or had she come in looking for us? Had she met Rogers outside? But how had she known we would be there. We had only told Herto an hour before. Herto. He was holding open Jenny's door for her.

I opened my own door and climbed out.

What if Herto had told Izabella where I was expected to be? Herto hadn't been due to pick us up for another twenty minutes. But why tell Izabella? What had she to gain? We would be in her villa so she could keep an eye on us. She had arranged for me to take her up very first thing the following morning. Her insistence that it be very first thing was a bit strange in itself. I wished I knew what was going on.

Then there was Rogers. I suddenly felt very uneasy as I accepted the glass of fruit juice offered by Izabella and joined Jenny on one of the settees. It hadn't been a good ides to come. I wanted to leave. That minute. I looked around, suddenly feeling trapped. Somebody was watching me.

"Have you already eaten?" Izabella was asking.

Jenny was saying something in reply.

Rogers. Jenny had swallowed his come. And his fathers and brothers. The father had raped Louise, Howie's sister. He had cut her breasts with a knife. She had suffered burns to the side of her face when the bed she was tied to caught fire. I'd managed one dance with her at the reception after our wedding. She had looked; smelled and felt great.

Rogers. They had found the remains of four women beneath the flagstones in their cellar. There could have been any number more out on the moors.

I sipped my drink half listening to Jenny and Izabella. 

Rogers knew Izabella. He could be in the villa at that very moment. I looked around. Half-expecting to see him.

Jenny and Izabella had moved and were sitting close together on the other settee. Izabella's hand was resting on Jenny's thigh. I expected Jenny to push it away but all she did was smile and open her legs. She was wearing white knickers. They were kissing. Izabella was rubbing the front of Jenny's knickers. 

Izabella's hand was inside Jenny's blouse. It re-emerged, together with a breast. She lowered her lips to its nipple.

I thought of saying stop but couldn't raise the energy. I felt wide-awake and yet my body didn't want to move, couldn't move.

Izabella was moving, kneeling on the floor between Jenny's thighs. Lifting them so that her feet were flat on the settee. Jenny was staring at me, a look on her face as if she were trying to say something. 

Izabella's hands and mouth were getting busy around Jenny's fanny. I heard Jenny gasp. Izabella's head and shoulders were moving faster. Jenny was gasping again. Throwing her head from side to side. 

Jenny cried out and her thighs clamped tight about Izabella's head. I knew what it felt like to be between them at that time. They could hold you like a vice.

Jenny whimpered and her thighs relaxed. 

Izabella lifted her head then resumed her seat next to Jenny.

"And what time did you say you would be leaving on Sunday morning?"

She was talking to me as if nothing had happened.

"We thought we would leave at ten." I replied. I could speak. "We were planning on stopping in Madrid for lunch and flying on to Barcelona in the afternoon."

"You will like Barcelona." 

It seemed was more a command than anything else.

"You will want to go home now." Izabella continued. "You have to pick me up at six-thirty in the morning."

I was standing up and shaking Izabella's hand. She was kissing Jenny on the cheek. Herto was driving us home. Carlos was standing in the hallway. We were saying goodnight.

Jenny and I undressed in silence. I climbed into bed naked I placed my arm around Jenny's shoulders when she joined me.

"Jenny." I said after we had turned out the lights.

"Not now." She replied, laying her head upon my shoulder. "I need to think."

"Are you still awake?" She asked softly two minutes later.

"Yes." I whispered.

"I think we should make love."

"About Izabella?" I started to ask.

"Don't." She cut me short by lifting her head and kissing me and taking my balls in her hand. "Can we leave for home tomorrow?"

"What about Izabella?" 

I ran my fingers down her spine; she wriggled her body against mine. I could feel her pubic hairs against the side of my thigh. Her fingers were holding my prick. Stroking my foreskin back and forth.

"I did promise." I continued helping her to lie on her back and moving between her thighs.

Her fingers were holding my foreskin back and her other hand pulling the lips of her fanny apart. I moved forward meeting some initial resistance from her fanny, pulled back and pushed into her again. Her back arched as I entered her. I pulled almost out then pushed fully in.

She moved her hands to my hips, pulling and pushing in time with my movements in and out. I quickened my pace. She felt so warm and tight. I quickened.

"Don't hold back." She gasped in my ear.

I quickened further by shortening my strokes. Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat. Her fanny was tightening around my prick. 

I came. Shooting load after load inside her.

I stopped moving, staying inside her for a few seconds, then pulled my shrinking prick out of her hole and lay on my back.

"I know." I said as Jenny lay her head on my shoulder. "We can take Izabella up in the morning the fly up to Madrid in the afternoon."

"We had better pack then."

She had the bedside-light on and was out of bed before I could speak. She went to the door and switched on the main light. I watched her moving about, her small breasts and ass cheeks. Her nipples were still hard.

Taking our cases from the wardrobe she opened doors and drawers and quickly filled them. She wrapped our dirty clothes from that day inside one of my shirts, tied it up using the sleeves and put it in my suitcase.

"I saw that." I said, hands behind my head.

"Well." She stood at the foot of the bed looking down at the outline of my prick beneath the sheet. "If you had helped."

I threw back the sheet. My prick was growing by the second.

"Don't you think you should get some sleep?" She asked, straddling my hips and sinking down upon my prick.

"I hope you don't expect this all the time when we're married?" She continued.

"We are married."

"Silly me." She said, rising and falling on my prick. "I was forgetting."

"Then I will have to keep reminding you."

"Like this?" She smiled down at me.

"Amongst other things."

I felt her breasts. The nipples were hard against the palms of my hands.

"Other things?" She gasped as I lifted my hips in time with her movements.

"I know a few things." I assured her.

I didn't know everything. I wondered where the Vaseline was.

I was starting to pant. So was she. I moved my hands to her hips, then her ass cheeks and back to her hips. I could feel my balls tightening. I tried to hold her still but she was squirming about. Her fanny was gripping and releasing me.

She cried out something and fell forward as I started to come. I jerked three then four times inside her. She lifted her head as I stopped moving and smiled down at me.

"Empty now?"

I smiled back and closed my eyes.

There was a gentle knocking at the door of the bedroom. I opened my eyes and looked at my wristwatch. It was six o'clock already. Jenny's head was resting on my shoulder.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

I kissed her on the forehead. 

"Should we keep our date with Izabella or make an early start to Madrid?" I asked, rubbing her back. "Carlos can get us a hotel room."

"It would be rude not to at least see her." Jenny replied rubbing her pubic hairs against my thigh.

"We'll tell her we're sorry but we are going now." I felt as if a load had been lifted from my shoulders. "Yes. That's what we'll do. She won't mind. We can always take her next time we're here."

"You don't want to take her."

Jenny's fingers closed around my balls.

"Not when you can take me."

I moved on top of Jenny and she held her lips open for my prick.

There was another knock on the door.

"It's alright," I called, "be out in five minutes."

"Make it six." Jenny whispered.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16l



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16l: Spanish Honeymoon Part 12

My mouth felt awful. I stuck out my tongue and studied it in the mirror above the sink in the bathroom. Jenny was in the shower and I had just finished shaving.

My mouth hadn't felt like this since the time that Howie had had us smoking some of his 'wacky-baccy' when we had first visited the Caribbean.

A lot about the previous evening was blurred. I could clearly remember fucking Jenny, more than once, but other parts were confused. Had Isabella really gone down on her in front of me? Why hadn't I stopped her? Why hadn't Jenny? Why were we getting ready to go and pick her up? We had agreed we wouldn't. I could ring her and tell her. Then we could go back to bed for an hour or two. That was beginning to sound like a better plan.

Jenny was standing close behind me wrapping her arms around my waist. She was pressing her naked, wet body against my back and ass cheeks. She kissed the back of my neck and blew gently into my ear. It tickled.

I pushed my ass cheeks back against her pubic mound.

"I could go downstairs and phone Isabella and tell her we are not taking her up today?" I said reaching behind and placing one of my hands on Jenny's hip.

"I'm not certain we should do that."

"Why not?"

"You agree that there is something going on?" 

She moved her fingers onto my balls.

"Yes." I agreed.

There was something going on.

"And now that we know that Rogers is living near here I could never be comfortable coming back."

That was true. I wasn't too keen on the idea either.

"When we're up in the air we can ask her." Jenny continued. "You could do some aerobatics. Loop the loop or something. We could scare her into talking."

"And rip the wings off my plane. It's not built for things like that."

"Do it gently."

Her fingers had closed around my prick and were stroking up and down its length. Pulling my foreskin back and forth. It felt too good to ask her to stop for me to turn around and face her so I remained still. Her nipples were hard against my back and her pubic mound soft against my ass cheeks. Her hand was moving faster. My ass cheeks were clenching and relaxing. I looked down at the head of my prick as it appeared and disappeared. I threw back my head and breathed deeply. I could feel my balls lifting. I closed my eyes as I came. Jenny's fingers kept up their stroking on my prick until there was nothing left to come out. I looked down. There was sperm on the edge of the sink, in my shaving water and on Jenny's fingers. She released my prick and dipped them into the water. She wriggled them about for a few seconds then used my towel to dry them.

"Come on." She said, drying her fingers on my towel. "I'll explain to Carlos what's happening."

I was glad she was going to do that. Carlos hated his plans being upset and Maria would be upset with our leaving early.

I soaped my body under the shower and stretched as the water washed the suds away. I was feeling better by the minute.

"Come on." I heard Jenny call from the bedroom. "I've brought you some coffee and toast."

I must have been standing there longer than I thought. I switched off the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the bedroom.

"Herto has the car ready and he and Carlos have taken our bags down."

She handed me a cup of coffee and I looked around as I took a sip.

"You arranged all that very quickly." I remarked.

All that was left of our belongings was a pile of my clothes on the bed. Underwear, socks, safari shirt, trousers and a v-necked sweater.

I put down my cup and dried myself before starting to dress. Jenny sat watching me, eating a slice of toast.

I took a slice from the plate she was holding and bit into it. I leant over and kissed her on the mouth, licking the butter from her lips. I put my hand down to feel her breast but she brushed it away.

"No time for that." She said, taking another mouthful of toast. "Anyway. Aren't you empty?"

" I'm never empty." I boasted.

I was. I didn't want to come again. I just wanted to feel her.

I finished dressing, had another slice of toast and drank my coffee. Jenny was wearing a wrap-around skirt with a bow on either hip. I could untie those when we were in the air and if I could get her out of her knickers as well. I wondered how many times I could make her come between here and Madrid? My pricked twitched at the thought.

I watched her ass as she walked into the bathroom. I placed my passport and PPL in the breast pockets of my shirt, my wallet change and keys into the pockets of my trousers.

The toilet flushed and Jenny came out carrying my bag. I took it from her. Kissed her. Splashed some aftershave on my cheeks and body deodorant on my chest and under my armpits before handing it back to her.

I buttoned the front of my shirt and followed her from the room. Carlos and Maria were standing at the main door. Maria looked heart-broken.

"Don't cry." I told her, in Spanish. "We will be back soon."

I must have sounded confidant of that as she seemed brighten up a little. Carlos pumped my hand. 

"Come back soon." He said, leading us to the car.

I sat beside Jenny in the back of the car. I saw a tear running down her cheek. She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"They're nice people." She sniffed.

I took hold of her hand.

"They are." I agreed. "We'll be back."

We needed to sort out what was going on. All the more now.

Herto pulled into the entrance to Izabella's villa. What was the best plan of action? We needed to confront her. It would be best if we could get her alone. She had lied about who Rogers was. But what else. It was too late to think.

Izabella was standing in the doorway dressed for riding. A divided skirt, black jacket and white blouse. She had class alright.

Jenny and I climbed out and we went to meet her.

"Leave this to me." I whispered to Jenny.

"What?" 

She hissed back.

"My friends." Izabella exclaimed, taking two paces towards us. "Good morning to you. Have you eaten?"

"Yes, thank you." Jenny replied. "Izabella, we have some bad news."

"What Jenny means." I jumped in. "Is that after we have had our flight this morning we intend to fly back to England."

"Certainly." Izabella smiled sweetly.

I had the vision of her fanny smiling at me. The hairiest one I had ever seen.

"There will be a change of plans this morning." Izabella continued and nodded her head.

Jenny squealed and I spun around.

"Don't get excited." 

Rogers was standing in front of us with the two men who had been with him in the pub. Herto was holding Jenny's arms pined to her side.

It was Rogers who had spoken.

"Do as you are told and nobody will get hurt." He continued.

"What do you want with us?" I stammered.

"We only want you to fly your plane as everyone is expecting you to do." Izabella said softly. "Please do as we ask and you will be on your way home this afternoon as planned."

I looked around for a way out. At the top of the steps that lead to the swimming pool stood Juan and Elizabeth. Inside the villa I could see Manuel.

"What do you want from us?" Jenny asked.

"We want Paul to fetch his plane, fly to the old airstrip above the convent, pick up a passenger and fly to North Africa. When he returns you will be free to go." 

Izabella spoke so matter of factly, as if asking me to run a little errand for her.

I was about to ask what would happen if I didn't. I looked first at Jenny then at Rogers and his friends and decided against it.

"No harm will come to Jenny?" I directed my question at Isabella.

"Not if you do as you are told." She assured me.

Rogers stepped towards Jenny and took hold of her arm.

"You know about him?" I said. "He's wanted in England for rape and murder."

"You had better do as you are told then." Rogers snarled, looking Jenny up and down. "You've filled out. I like that. She's got a great mouth."

I threw myself at him. We all fell to the floor. I managed to hit him at least once before I was dragged away.

"You touch her and I will kill you." I threatened.

He rubbed his mouth and looked at the smear of blood that came away on the back of his fingers.

"I'll fucking have you." He felt one of Jenny's breasts. 

I could see her trying not to flinch away.

"After I've had her."

"No." Izabella snapped. "That is not agreed. You are in my country now."

She didn't finish what she was going to say. She didn't need to.

"You take her to the cave." Izabella spoke to Victoria and Juan. "We will be there within the hour."

"You are not involved anymore." She continued, speaking to Rogers. "You leave now. Do not come to this area again."

"You'll need me again soon." Rogers replied looking Victoria up and down. "My price will be higher next time."

I could see Juan bristle.

"Go." Izabella commanded. "We will not need you after this week."

With a final, lingering look at each of the women in turn Rogers turned and walked to his car followed by his two friends.

"You still need us." He called to Izabella. "We'll be at the cave."

"Now for you." Izabella said after watching Rogers drive out onto the main road.

She looked at Jenny first and then me.

"I have no wish to upset you both by explaining what would happen to Jenny if I left her to those three men." 

She paused for effect. It worked on me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

I knew when I was beaten. Yes, I could imagine what would happen to Jenny.

"Go and get your plane now."

She had a lovely voice. She spoke in a level tone. As if she were discussing her plans for the day with a friend.

I found myself walking to the car with Herto while Jenny was lead to Izabella's by Juan and Victoria. I tried to look cheerful and gave her a smile. She smiled back and waved to me.

Miguel was holding open the rear door of Izabella's second car for her to enter. Perhaps she was going riding.

I sat next to Herto as he drove to the aerodrome. A large jet was landing at the main airport. Probably full of holidaymakers.

I could see my plane standing outside of the main hanger. It looked smart in its new coating of red and white paint. I went into the office and logged a flight plan. Pleasure flying in the morning then to Madrid after lunch.

I pocketed the spare set of keys that I had left so the mechanics could do their work. Signed the expense sheet. Carlos would settle that. Then wished everyone goodbye and walked out to the aeroplane.

Herto had stowed our suitcases on the rear seat and was standing by the car. I found myself ignoring him. I climbed into the pilot's seat, switched on and contacted the tower. Following their instructions I taxied to the end of the secondary runway. 

I tried to think what to do. I could contact the police. There was no time for things like that. A voice in my ear was telling me to take off. I pushed the throttle forward and looked for a point at the far end of the runway. The broken white lines came faster and faster. I looked down at the instrument panel. Oil pressure was fine. Speed was fine. With one hand on the throttles I pulled back on the control column with the other. I was up.

I climbed steadily then banked to turn towards Malaga harbour. I could see the fish market on the old jetty. My father and grandfather had both killed men on that jetty.

I was over Malaga. It looked so clean from this height. There was our villa. I wondered if it worried Maria that she never found any blood on our sheets.

I flew over the next valley and followed it up to the ruins of the old convent. There were some cars parked in the shadow cast by the ruined walls. I breasted the top of the valley and looked down. I could see the airstrip. I imagined what it would have looked like with a squadron of German bombers parked ready to launch a surprise attack on Gibraltar. 

Somebody had lit a small fire to show me the strength and direction of the wind. I turned into it and lost altitude rapidly. The ground rushed up to meet me. The plane bounced on the uneven surface but I was down. There was a group of people waiting under some trees so I taxied towards them. I knew them all with the exception of one man. Even his face looked familiar.

Jenny ran to me and threw herself into my arms. I kissed her.

"You be very careful." She said, sniffing back some tears.

I felt a pain inside my chest as if something was about to burst. I couldn't trust myself to speak so I just stood there and held her tight.

Victoria was talking in Spanish to the stranger. She handed him a map and a cardboard shoebox. The stranger climbed into the front passenger seat. I saw him place his shoebox amongst our suitcases. Juan placed his hand on Jenny's shoulder and pulled her away from me. There were tears running down her cheeks.

"I'll be back soon." I tried to reassure her. "Don't worry."

Victoria was speaking to me.

"Your passenger will show you the map once you are airborne. Your course is marked upon it." 

Her voice was a little lighter then Izabella's. 

Jenny was being dragged away by Juan. I saw Rogers walking towards her. I climbed back into my seat. Rogers was talking Jenny. I think she was going to run towards me but Juan and Rogers were holding her. I placed my hand on the handle of my door.

"Take off now." The man sitting next to me said in Spanish. "Please."

I turned my head and saw the revolver in his hand. I looked out again. Rogers had Jenny slung across his shoulder. I could see his hand on her ass cheeks, holding her in place.

Victoria was standing just beyond the wing tip. 

There were too many. I could do nothing here. I switched on the engine and turned the plane around and taxied to the end of the strip. I turned again to face into the wind and took off. 

I looked down and saw the small group making its way along a path to the head of the valley in which the old convent stood. I tried to gauge the distance and convert it into time. Something was knotting up my insides.

I switched on the radio set. It was dead.

"You do not need that." The man said.

I hadn't seen him do anything to it but he must have.

"Follow this course." He said, handing me the map.

I looked at it. Somebody had drawn a straight line to a small port on theNorth African coast. About ten miles inland from it they had drawn a circle. 

"I need to know wind speed and direction." I said, pointing at the radio.

He seemed to think for a few seconds. 

"It is broken." He finally replied. 

"Thanks." 

"Keep low." 

He pointed towards the sea.

"Very low."

I put our nose down and watched the airspeed indicator and altimeter climb and fall. We flew out over Malaga bay at less than five hundred feet. I pushed the throttle full open. The sight of Rogers hand on Jenny's ass cheeks wanting me to get every ounce of speed from the plane. Every now and then we would bounce as we hit a warmer column of air rising from the surface of the sea. 

Oh, why hadn't I just phoned the police earlier? I was out of my depth and I knew it.

We passed over a trawler. I tried to judge the wind speed and direction from the smoke from its stack. I turned a few degrees from my course. I saw his fingers tighten on the butt of his revolver. I straightened up again.

The sea below looked so clear. In stark contrast to the previous time I had flown a plane over it. That had been in Jamaica, in a stolen seaplane, with Carol giving birth in the back.

Nothing could look more peaceful than this scene.

I looked into the far distance. It looked very cloudy. I didn't know much about the Sahara but I did know it didn't rain there very much. I could taste sand. We were heading into a sandstorm. 

"I must climb." I said. "There is a sandstorm ahead."

"No." He lifted his revolver. "They will see us on their radar."

"We are too far from Spain." I had to think of something. "They would think we came from North Africa."

I didn't know if that was true but one thing I did know. The engine wouldn't last ten minutes if I tried to fly through a sandstorm. 

The coast was approaching. I could see some boats heading towards the shore. I turned slightly to place myself on their course. There was a small town ahead. All the buildings were made from the same, soft, yellow sandstone.

I pulled back on the control column. The nose of the plane rose. I looked down. Suddenly the town had vanished. Covered in a vast cloud of dust and sand. I throttled back and circled slowly at three thousand feet. I checked my fuel gauge. I'd used about a third. We could circle for an hour, I decided and still have enough to get back to Malaga. 

I told him what I intended to do. He suddenly looked very worried. He looked at his watch and fidgeted with his weapon. I continued to circle. I was suddenly very hot. I could feel the sweat running down my back. I looked at my passenger. He was sweating as well. He kept looking at his watch.

I looked down at the town. Was it my imagination or could I see things clearer now? I circled again. Yes, things seemed to be settling down.

I looked at the map and headed inland. My father had told me that there had been hundreds of airstrips created all along the North African coast during the Second World War. I looked towards the ground ahead. Suddenly my passenger grabbed my arm and pointed. I looked across him to our right. I could see a red flare floating in the sky. I turned towards it. A black car was driving in a straight line across a featureless piece of desert. I dropped lower. The car stopped, turned and re-traced its steps. I got the message and flew over it, waggling my wings. 

The car pulled to one side as I brought the plane into land. We bumped a few times and kicked up a lot of dust but we were down. 

"Thank you."

The man said as he climbed out when I had stopped.

"You have done a great service to our cause. You will always be remembered."

I didn't want to be remembered. I wanted to get back to Jenny. He closed the door behind him and stepped back. He raised his hand in goodbye and I found myself waving back.

Fuck him. I knew who he was. Head of the separatist movement. They must have used Rogers to spring him from prison. I pushed forward the throttle and accelerated away. I pulled back on the control column and the plane lifted. I had approximately one hundred and twenty miles to go. If I hadn't had to circle over that town for half an hour I would have been nearly halfway back already.

I was going to have to get Jenny back myself. I was convinced of that. If I told the police and they believed me that the wife of one of their ministers was party to aiding in the escape of a wanted prisoner and involved in the kidnapping of my wife. It would take them time to organise a rescue party. There were thousands of caves up in those mountains. 

I didn't believe they would just let us fly away. 

I passed over the small town. It dazzled in the bright sunshine. 

No. They weren't going to let us go. In fact they hadn't even pretended to agree a time to meet me on my return.

Did that mean I wasn't expected to return? But they hadn't made any attempt to stop me. There was something bothering the back of my mind. What was it? The best thing would be to stop trying to remember and then it would come to me. 

I could see him climbing into the plane carrying the map at the shoebox.

The shoebox. He hadn't taken it with him. I looked into the rear of the plane. There it was. On top of one of Jenny's suitcases. I reached back. It was out of reach. There could be nothing in it of course. Perhaps it was just his personal possessions. 

I looked at the box again. It suddenly looked sinister sitting there.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16m



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16m: Spanish Honeymoon Part 13

(Copyright 2002 by PAUL C. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

* * * * *

Jenny.

"Wave good-bye to your boyfriend." Rogers sneered at me as we watched Paul climbing into the plane. "You won't see him again."

"You bastard." I shouted. "What do you mean?"

I struggled against Juan's grip. 

"You don't honestly think they are going to let either of you go, do you?" Rogers stepped closer. 

I could smell stale beer on his breath and it didn't look as if he had washed or shaved in a couple of days.

I heard the engine running and turned towards the sound. I wanted Paul. I could see him looking at me. Then he turned his head towards his passenger. The plane was starting to move.

"Let's get out of here." Rogers said.

Suddenly his hands were on my body and I was lifted and thrown across his shoulder driving the air from my body. We were moving between the trees that flanked the trail to the top of the hill. I couldn't see the plane. I could hear the sound it's engine getting further away then suddenly it was louder. I tried to look up but Rogers' hand on my buttocks held me in place on his shoulder and kept me from seeing it.

I wanted to cry. What had he meant when he said that I wouldn't see Paul again? I hadn't been thinking clearly. Why had we come here this morning? We should have just left. We would have been half-way to Madrid by now.

I looked back down the track. I could see Victoria following us. Juan was dropping back then stopped, waiting for her to catch up. I could see them talking.

"Fancy a fuck, mates." Rogers asked his friends when we reached the top of the hill and started down towards the ruined convent. "When we get back to the caves."

His fingers were trying to push between my buttocks. I clenched them tightly closed.

"Yeah." He said, pushing harder. "Fight it. I've nearly fucked you twice. This time there is nobody to stop me."

"Hey." One of the other men said. "Nobody said anything about this."

"She's going to die anyway." 

"Nobody said anything about that either." The third man spoke.

"They can't let them go." Rogers was using both hands to pull at my thighs. 

I thumped him on his lower back with my clenched fists and kicked out with my legs. One of his hands slid between them. I couldn't close them and he didn't seem to have felt my punches.

"Leave me alone." I shouted, finally getting enough air into my lungs to make a noise. 

The continual bumping up and down on his shoulder, driving the breath from my body, had made any form words difficult.

I could feel his fingers pushing hard against my fanny. Trying to push my skirt and knickers up inside me. 

"Stop it." I cried.

"We're nearly there." Rogers gloated.

He was panting. I could feel him sweating. The smell of stale beer was increasing.

"Help me." I called back to Victoria.

We were passing behind the ruins of the old church. Moving towards the caves. 

"Let's get her inside." Rogers said dropping me to my feet but still holding me by the wrist. 

I kicked him. He slapped me. Hard. My head was spinning. They were moving some bushes and I was sliding down a slope on my backside. Rogers followed me down, grabbing me before I had the wit to do anything. Although what could I do? There were four men and Victoria. 

Rogers put his arm around my waist and lifted me from the ground, carrying me against one hip towards where a mattress had been laid on some packing cases. Rogers threw me onto my back on top of it and held me down with a hand between my breasts as he pulled at my skirt and knickers with the other.

I kicked out with my legs and feet. I used my fingernails to rake down the arm that held me. Even in the dim light inside the cave I could see I'd drawn blood.

"You fucking bitch." He cried out. "Give me a hand to hold the cow still, you bastards."

"Leave her alone." I heard Victoria shout.

Rogers grip relaxed slightly as he turned his head towards her.

"Fuck off." He snapped at her. "I've waited a long time for this. The bitch is mine."

"No." Victoria snapped back.

"What's it to you?" Rogers' fingers closed around one of my breasts and squeezed hard. "You're going to kill her anyway."

"No. I said."

"Fuck off." 

Rogers turned back to me. I kicked out at him.

He clenched a fist and held it in front of my face.

"We can do it the easy way or the hard way." He said, pulling his fist back.

I clenched my eyelids tightly closed and raised my hands before my face.

There was a loud bang and a sudden flash of light that even penetrated my closed eyelids. Something whined around the cave striking three times.

There was a rumbling deep inside the hill. 

"I said no." 

Victoria stood silhouetted against the light that came in through the cave entrance. She was holding something in her hand that was smoking.

"Leave." She ordered. "Now."

The low rumbling inside the hill had stopped.

"You don't want to use one of those in here." Rogers said, I could hear his voice trembling.

"We're off." One of Rogers' friends said moving towards the cave entrance.

"Hey wait, mates." Rogers pleaded with them.

"We have to live in this country." The other man said. "We have nowhere else to go."

"Neither do you." Victoria said, pointing a small revolver I could now make out, at Rogers' head.

"We play for high steaks." Victoria continued. "You have been very useful. But there are many others like you."

Rogers' friends were scrambling up the slope at the entrance to the cave.

Rogers released my breast that I think we had both forgotten he was holding. I could have cried out as the blood started flowing back into it.

Rogers walked towards the entrance. He stopped for a moment beside Juan and Victoria.

"I'll see you again." He said slowly. 

I could hear a car engine starting outside.

"You had best hurry." Victoria said standing aside. "It's a long walk to Malaga."

Rogers muttered something I couldn't hear, then scrambled up the slope outside.

I lay on the bed listening to the sounds of the car moving off into the distance. Juan was switching on a torch that he shone at me. I looked down. I was showing a lot of thigh and a little bit of my knickers. I pulled my skirt about my legs to cover myself up.

Victoria said something in Spanish to Juan and he switched the torch off. They turned to face each other and kissed. I saw one of his hands cup one of her buttocks. She said something else to him as they broke their kiss. Juan seemed to move reluctantly to the cave entrance and climbed up.

Victoria picked up a bottle of what looked like fruit squash and sat on the edge of the mattress facing me.

"You'll be thirsty." She said, handing me the bottle.

I was and drank eagerly. It was good. I drank again.

"That's enough." Victoria said, taking the bottle from me.

"What did he mean when he said you were going to kill us?" I asked. "You don't want to hurt Paul. You love Juan. What if something happened to him?"

I was burbling. Trying to convince her. I wanted to cry. Something was tying my insides up in knots.

Then I was starting to relax. My limbs felt heavy.

"We will give you our word not to tell anybody about flying that man out." I stretched. "We don't even know who is his."

She mentioned a name. It took me a few seconds to recognise it.

"Yes, but we won't tell anybody." I promised.

"If that were all we could have let you go."

I wanted to close my eyes.

"But what about Paul?" I asked.

"It would seem better if you were both lost in a flying accident far out to sea. They will never find the plane even if they were to look for it."

"I don't understand."

I didn't. My brain didn't want to work. Victoria was looking into my eyes. She seemed on the verge of tears herself.

"There will be a momentous day for both our countries next week. I am sorry it has to be this way." 

Victoria was adjusting my skirt as she spoke. I looked down. I could see my knickers. She had her fingers in the top and was easing the elastic away from my skin.

"The leaders of both our countries will meet in your villa." 

Her hands were fully inside my knickers. Her fingers felt soft against my buttocks and thighs.

"We have explosives. In here." She looked around the room whilst easing down my knickers. "They will be placed beneath the meeting room. We shall have a new leader. And Izabella will be his wife."

"Then you don't have to harm us." I found myself lifting my backside from the bed as she eased my knickers down. "You will be in charge."

"We would not stay in charge for long if it were found out that we were involved." 

"No." Even saying that word was an effort.

My knickers were around my knees. 

"I only want to be nice to you." There was a tear running down her cheek. "Victoria told me you liked this."

She was lifting my feet, one by one.

I looked down at my pubic mound and it's not over thick covering of pubic hairs. I looked up. Victoria was staring down at it as well.

"You do?" She asked, running her fingers through my hairs. "Don't you?"

All I could do was moan.

I could see the smile on her face as she loomed above me in the gloom. 

"I am not going to hurt you." She murmured, lowering her mouth to mine.

I could feel her breath, warm against my face, before her lips touched mine. I found myself lifting my face towards hers. Parting my lips as her tongue touched them. Pushing against it with my own as it entered my mouth. Exploring it as it explored mine. 

She lifted her head and I felt her fingers at the buttons of my blouse. She undid two then kissed me again. Her fingers moved again. The air was cool against my skin. She was reaching behind me, feeling for the clasp of my bra. Then she was lifting it free of my breasts and lowering her lips to one of my nipples.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

This was wrong, I told myself. I should be worried about Paul, trying to get away. But all I could do was let wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. 

She was sitting up. Massaging my breasts with both hands. The firm, yet gentle touch of a woman. It felt so much like when Linda would do it to me. 

Her fingers were sliding down my ribcage. Over my stomach. Tracing the outline of the scar from the operation to remove one of my ovaries.

Her hands were on my hips. Releasing the fastenings of my skirt. Pulling it wide open. 

I opened my eyes and looked down. I could see her eyes twinkling. Looking down at me. With both hands she massaged my pubic mound. I gasped out loud. 

She was moving down the mattress. Opening my legs to kneel between them. Lifting them. Bending my knees. Lowering her mouth to my hole.

She licked my lips from top to bottom then pushed her tongue between them. I tried to lift my backside from the mattress. Tried to speak, but no sound came. I could feel my clit throbbing as it had the night before when Izabella had done the same to me. Izabella had used her fingers as well, pushing two in and out of me. Victoria only used her mouth. Licking inside me then sucking on my lips, her hands on the backs of my thighs, holding me in place.

Again she drove her tongue inside me. I cried out loud. It felt so good. She was so gentle then so firm. Her lips were on my clit, sucking it out. Her tongue licking it. Then sucking again. I came but she didn't stop. Her lips and tongue were sucking and licking on it again. Lifting me higher. I was there again and again.

Somebody was crying. Sobbing with pleasure. It was me.

I could hear the sound of clothing being removed. 

Victoria's face was above me. Her lips were against mine. I opened them eagerly. I could taste myself. She moved, presenting one of her nipples to my mouth. I sucked upon it greedily. Feeling it stiffen inside my mouth. 

She was moving again. Kneeling with her thighs on either side of my head. Lowering her fanny to my mouth.

Automatically I lick her. She was very hairy. Paul liked a good bush. Said he liked to take his flask and sandwiches and go exploring. Paul. Where was he? My hands were feeling lighter. I could move them. I licked hard. I was feeling better. 

I should make her come. Get her on her back. Keep her coming until I could think of a way to get away.

Her thighs were tightening around my head. I heard the noises coming from her throat, felt the increase in her lubrication on my tongue. I moved my hands, placing them on her ass cheeks. Pulling them apart, feeling for her anus with a fingertip. Rubbing it gently then pushing it hard against it. Feeling it open. Hearing her gasp as it entered her.

She stiffened again, gripping my head with her thighs, grinding herself against my face.

She climbed off and stood looking down at me.

"Time you had another drink, I think." She said.

"Thanks for the show."

Rogers' voice came from the entrance to the cave.

His friends were scrambling down behind him.

Victoria had turned to face him. One arm across her breasts and a hand on her pubic mound.

"Get out of here." She ordered.

I saw Rogers' friends backing out towards the cave entrance.

"We didn't come for this." 

One of them said.

"You said she'd be alone." The other joined in.

"All the more to go around." Rogers said.

Suddenly Victoria reached down to where her clothes lay in a pile on the floor. Rogers was too quick for her. He was a big, strong man. He caught Victoria around the waist with one arm and threw her bodily across the cave. She fell against the packing case and sat on the floor looking up at Rogers as he stood over her.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet. Victoria struck out at him. He blocked some of her blows but some landed. Then he punched her, hard, in the stomach. Victoria seemed to double up. He slapped her across the face twice. She cried out. I curled myself up into a little ball. I knew I should help her. But I couldn't.

Rogers had her on her back on top the packing case. I could see him unfastening his trousers. Taking his, already hard, prick out.

"Don't let him." Victoria cried out.

Then she gasped out loud. 

Rogers' backside was rocking back and forth. He was leaning forward, over Victoria, with his hands holding her down. She was crying.

"Hey." One of the others said. "We didn't..."

"You're in it now." Rogers snarled back before he could finish. "You take your turn."

Rogers lifted his head and quickened his strokes. Victoria was kicking out with her legs. He slapped her. Then he straightened, pulling her hard against him by her hips. Then he stepped back, pulling out of her and pushed her from the top of the packing case as he reached down for his trousers.

Victoria was crying as she lay on the floor. 

The two men by the door were looking at one another. Rogers was walking towards me. Holding his trousers up with one hand. His prick was sticking out. It was shiny and wet. And it was still hard.

Everything seemed to happen so quickly.

Victoria had stood up with her skirt in one hand. Rogers turned to face her as she drew her revolver from one pocket. He reached out and caught her wrist. The revolver went off. Victoria staggered back towards the cave entrance holding her stomach. As she collapsed onto the ground the other two men turned and scrambled from the cave. I heard one of them call back something.

Rogers stood still for a moment looking down at the smoking revolver he held in his hand. Then he looked down at Victoria. He placed the revolver on the top of the packing case and turned towards me.

"Now there is nobody to stop me." He said as he came nearer.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16n



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16n: Spanish Honeymoon Part 14

Paul.

I hoped nothing had happened to Jenny. I could feel my stomach muscles tighten when I thought of the way Rogers' hand had rested on her ass cheeks.

I looked back over my shoulder at the shoebox. Perhaps he had just forgotten it. No. That was unlikely. He had only brought that and the map on board. I needed to get to it. I reached back towards it. My fingertips just brushed it. If I could just get it a few inches closer.

I looked around. There was nothing I could knock it down with.

Perhaps I could make it slide towards me? 

I pulled back on the control column and lifted the nose of the plane into the air to gain height. I climbed to five thousand feet. I steadied off and throttled back for a few seconds then pushed the nose forward and dived towards the sea beneath me. I looked over my shoulder. Nothing was happening. I pushed the nose further forward. All I could see before me was sea. I looked again. It was moving. Sliding across the top of Jenny's suitcase. I reached behind and grabbed it, pulling it into the front onto the passenger seat and pulling back hard on the control column. The sea was getting closer. 

"Come on." I shouted pulling back harder. 

I could see the horizon. I looked at the altimeter. Six hundred feet. The sea had seemed a lot closer.

I adjusted the trim, gained a thousand feet, trimmed the plane again and checked my course. Reaching across I pulled the shoebox onto my lap and with one hand tore at the tape the lid had been secured with. Finally I got it open. There was some newspaper inside, packing out the box. I threw it onto the passenger seat. 

There were two bright orange tubes inside with something blue inserted into the end of each tube. They were detonators and the tubes were dynamite. I had seen lots like this in films. There were two wires leading from each detonator. One went to a terminal on a small square battery and the other to a screw that had been fitted into the face of a clock. Another wire lead from the hour hand of the clock back to the battery. All it needed was for the hour hand of the clock to touch the screw and the circuit would be complete.

It was nearly touching it.

I slid back my widow and looked out. There suddenly seemed to be boats everywhere. I couldn't throw it out. I felt behind the clock for the knob to adjust the time. Which way was it? My fingers wanted to turn it clockwise. No. That can't be right. I took a breath and turned the knob anti-clockwise. The hour hand moved away from the screw. I gave myself two and a bit hours and carefully placed the bomb back into its box.

I suddenly started sweating and wanted to be sick. I could do with a drink.

The bastards. They wanted to kill me. The bastards.

Think. 

If they were trying to do that to me then what would they be doing to Jenny? I pushed the nose forward to gather speed. I could see the coast of Spain ahead. 

What should I do? I could land at Malaga. Tell the police. But I would still have to convince them that the wife of one of their most important cabinet ministers was involved in smuggling the head of the separatist movement out of the country.

Wait a minute. I had smuggled him out. I had broken the law. They could put me in prison. 

I twiddled the knobs on my radio. Nothing. Not a sound.

Think.

He wasn't carrying any pliers so all he would have had the time to do would be unplug it at the back.

I reached out my hand and followed the underside of the radio set. I could just get my fingers behind it. I could feel fittings and holes and leads. There was a lead that didn't have a hole. 

This was hard work. Trying to work blind behind the back of the radio whilst keeping my plane on course and in the air one handed.

I managed to get a finger either side of the fitting and located the hole in the back of the set with my thumb. They were touching. The light on the front of the radio flickered. At least I was trying to put it in the right hole. I tried again. It was a tight fit but it was in. I pulled my hand out and sat upright. The light at the front of the radio was burning brightly.

Now what to do?

I was no better off. Still, I had better see if anybody was looking for me.

I tuned into the local private pilot's frequency. The usual clutter of noise. People were wanting to take off and land. No mention of me.

What would have happened if the bomb had gone off? It didn't seem to be a big bomb. It would have been enough to bring me down. I was certain of that.

The water was deep out here. Too deep for divers and I couldn't see them sending down submarines to find out what had happened. And if they did what would they find? 

I could make out Malaga ahead, slightly to my left. I turned towards it then banked away. Best not fly over the villas. 

What was I going to do when I got there? I didn't have a clue. I climbed over the mountains to the east of Malaga then banked to the west. 

The airstrip was very well hidden until you were almost upon it. It had originally been built by the Germans during the Spanish Civil War as a base for their planes. 

There it was. I throttled back and lost height. I couldn't tell what way the wind was blowing so I took the chance that it was the same as it had been this morning and dropped down to land.

I turned the plane around once I was down and taxied back to the start of the strip then turned again. I checked the full gauge. It was mid-way between a quarter full and empty. That would be more than enough to get us back to Malaga airport.

I switched off and climbed out. I felt as stiff as a board. It had been nearly four hours. I must have flown over four hundred miles. It was the longest I had ever been up in one go. Longer even than my flight in the Seaplane in the Caribbean. It was a good machine. 

My tongue seemed to fill my mouth. I couldn't remember feeling this thirsty before.

I stretched and touched my toes twice. I could do with a piss. I reached up into the plane and took down the shoebox. With it under one arm I locked the doors of the plane I headed towards the track leading to the old convent.

I stepped behind a tree for a piss then hurried on. I hoped nothing had happened to Jenny. I broke into a jog then remembered the shoebox and settled for a brisk walk. I breasted the hill and headed down towards the convent ruins. I could see a small car parked away to one side. I recognised it as Rogers. I heard a noise. A faint muffled sort of noise. I started to run.

Where was I going to run too? A cave had been mentioned. Which cave? This range was littered with them.

Some bushes were moving at the foot of the steep valley side. I stopped and crouched behind some rubble. Two men appeared. I recognised them as Roger's friends from the pub.

"You're on your own now." One of them called as they ran towards the car.

They climbed in and drove away. I made my way as quickly and as quietly as I could to the cave entrance.

I stood and listened. I heard somebody groan. Then Rogers voice.

"Now you bitch."

"Leave me alone." It was Jenny's voice.

I slid down into the cave feet first. The entrance was well lit but it got progressively darker the further you looked inside. 

I could see Victoria, naked, on the floor by my feet as I stood up. She was curled up in a ball holding her stomach. I could make out the shape of a man lifting himself off the body of a woman.

"Paul." The shape of a woman's body cried out then burst into tears.

Roger's was moving in front of me. He was holding his trousers up with one hand and reaching out towards a wooden case with the other. 

It was small and black. I finally recognised the smell in the air. It was a firearm and it had been used recently. 

I dropped the shoe box and leapt forward towards the weapon as Roger's fingers closed around it. We struggled together. He must have dropped his trousers because the fingers of his other hand were feeling for my eyes. I had to release my hold on his weapon hand with one hand to protect them.

He was stronger than I was. He was pushing my head back against the wall. I could see the revolver turning towards me. I brought my knee up as hard as I could between his legs. I connected with something. He swore and tried to hit me with his head. It grazed my cheek and ear. Banging my head back against the wall. Suddenly his whole body was thrust hard against mine. Jenny had jumped upon his back. She had one arm around his throat and her other hand on mine on his gun hand. 

Rogers released my face and tried to pull her off. I struck at him with my fist. 

The three of us fell to the ground. The gun went off. The bullet ricocheted twice then I felt Rogers stiffen and Jenny yell out.

Rogers wasn't moving. I looked at Jenny.

"Are you alright?" I asked, taking the Revolver from Rogers' hand.

"I'm hurt." 

I could hear the pain in her voice.

I knelt above her. She was holding her arm. There was blood seeping out from between her fingers.

Victoria moaned.

There was a rumbling from deep inside the mountain.

I felt Rogers stirring.

"Can you stand?" I asked Jenny.

"My arm hurts." She protested.

"We must get out of here."

I looked down at Rogers. There was blood welling from a hole in the back of his shirt and bubbles of blood around his mouth.

Victoria groaned again.

I pulled Jenny's fingers away from her arm. Then I pulled away her blouse where it was sticking to her wound.

She winced. 

"Ow."

"Sorry." 

There was a gash in the inside of the muscle at the top of her arm. It looked painful. It was bleeding a lot. Taking out my handkerchief I folded it into a pad and pressed it against it. Undoing two of the buttons on her blouse I eased her hand inside to form a sling. I redid one of the buttons to keep it in place.

"We must get you out of here." I said, kissing her on the forehead.

I helped her to stand; supporting her as she almost fell. I stuck the Revolver down the waistband of my trousers and helped her to the cave entrance. With a hand on either ass cheek I pushed her up the slope. She slid back. I pushed again.

"Help me Jenny." I pleaded.

She mumbled something.

I found a foothold and heaved her up. She rolled over away from the entrance.

I dropped back into the cave and checked on Victoria. She'd stopped groaning. I felt for a pulse in the side of her neck. It was very faint. Then I lost it. Then I felt it again.

What was I to do? I looked across at Rogers' body. He wasn't moving or making any noise. 

There was a bottle on its side on top of the packing case. I picked it up. It smelt like orange squash. I lifted it to my lips and drank. That was better. I drank again. Jenny needed a doctor. I couldn't carry all three. Jenny was my priority. I could radio for somebody to come and help. That was it. Fly Jenny to the airport. Radio ahead for an ambulance.

There was something about that drink.

I scrambled out of the cave and knelt by Jenny's side. The fastenings of her skirt were torn. She wasn't wearing any knickers.

The bastards. What had they done to her?

She was very pale. There was a dark wet stain on her blouse. I took off my shirt and tore it into strips. I could do with a lie down. Later.

I opened her blouse and lifted her arm. They'd broken her bra. Not that she really needed one. Her breasts weren't that big. Her nipples were nice. Very suckable. 

What was the matter with me? I had to bandage her arm and get her to the plane.

It all seemed like too much trouble. I could just lie down by her side. That would be nice. I opened my eyes. I was still kneeling by Jenny's side. 

Bandage her arm. I made a pad out of the material of my shirt and tied it into place. A strip of cloth for a sling. Another around her chest to hold her arm still. This still seemed an awful lot trouble to go to.

If I could just rest. 

I felt happy. Jenny looked so peaceful lying there. I shouldn't disturb her.

I'd felt like this the day before when Izabella had gone down on Jenny in front of me and I had done nothing but watch her.

The sun was warm on my back. It was so quiet here. So peaceful.

I shook my head. I had to get Jenny to the plane. I struggled to my feet with her in my arms. She'd put on weight.

I wasn't going to carry her too far like this. I staggered across to the convent ruins with her and sat her on a pile of rubble. I turned and backed into her and managed to pick her up piggyback with my hands under her thighs. That was better. 

I stumbled past the ruins of the old convent buildings and up the track at the head of the valley. It was cooler here beneath the trees. I started singing a song. I made the words up. Swore out loud. Anything to stop myself from sitting down and closing my eyes. 

I did close my eyes. I counted the steps I took. Tried to work out if I took twelve paces every ten yards how many paces would I need to take to cover a mile? I was going up hill. Fifteen paces to every ten yards. One thousand seven hundred and sixty yards. How many was that in tens? I must stay on the path. I opened my eyes.

That was the path all right. I could stop and rest. Jenny wouldn't mind.

Keep walking. Keep counting.

The footing beneath me changed. I was going downhill. I blinked the sweat from my eyes. Down the hill. Make up a song. Almost there. 

I came out of the trees out of the strip. Where was that fucking plane? What made me park it all the way down there?

I stumbled on.

It didn't seem to get any closer. My eyes were full of sweat. My head was thumping. I ached all over. I wanted to close my eyes and rest.

I heard Jenny groan.

"Ah."

"Can you hear me?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Where?" She spoke feebly.

"Near the plane." I looked ahead. We were near it. "Taking you to hospital."

"Oh." She moaned. "Tired."

I reached the passenger door.

"Can you stand?" I asked, propping her up against the side of the plane.

I held her in place with one hand on one of her breasts as I searched for the keys. Finally I got the right one and opened the door. I lifted, pushed, prodded and poked at her until she was in the passenger seat. I made my way around to the pilot's side and, unlocking the door, climbed in.

That felt good. A weight off my legs. My muscles relaxed. Now if I could just close my eyes for a bit.

"Rogers raped her." Jenny said, weakly.

"What?" I snapped awake. "Raped who?"

"Victoria."

"The bastard."

"Wanted me."

"You rest."

"No. Mustn't sleep."

She was right. I had to keep her conscious. And myself.

It was hot in this machine. I turned on the engine key.

"We're going to the airfield." I told her. "I'm going to take off."

"Good."

I looked across at her. She had her head turned towards me. Her eyelids looked heavy. She smiled weakly.

"How did I get here?" She asked.

"I carried you."

I pulled back on the control column of the plane and the wheels lifted from the ground. I banked to the right. My eyes wanted to close I rubbed them and opened the air vents to there fullest. I shivered at the sudden blast of cold air. I looked across at Jenny. She was looking at me.

"He raped her." She said weakly.

"Who?" I asked, continuing my climbing turn.

"Rogers." She looked pale. "He raped Victoria."

"Never mind that." I yawned. "We're out of it now."

Oh, to sleep. I shook my head.

"They said you were dead."

"I'm not." I said, placing my hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze.

She placed her hand on top of mine. I glanced at her face. She smiled.

I straightened the plane. Adjusted its trim and headed back towards the mountain range. I could see the 'vee' of the top of the valley that led to the old convent and headed for that. We would only be ten minutes from Malaga airport. We breasted the top of the hill. I could see the ruins of the convent church ahead. There was a car coning up the valley. Suddenly it felt as if we had run into a brick wall. The plane was throw up and to the side. I fought the controls to steady her. Jenny moaned. The air was full of dust.

Coughing and spluttering I circled above the valley. 

I waited for the dust to settle. The car had pulled to a stop. The last remaining walls of the old convent Church were no longer standing. Part of the hillside had moved.

A man and a woman were running towards the hillside. I could see them clawing at the rocks. Jenny groaned again.

I couldn't stay. The engine was starting to cough and splutter. I looked at the fuel gauge. It was above empty. The engine spluttered again. I pointed the nose towards the airfield at Malaga turning on my radio and adjusting my headset.

I called up the tower at Malaga. The radio traffic was intense. Other pilots were reporting a huge column of smoke and dust above Malaga town. I tried to get my voice heard. Nothing for it.

"May day. May day."

I gave the international distress call.

The radio clutter ceased as if somebody had thrown a switch.

I gave my registration number. Told them I had an injured passenger and that my aeroplane was acting up. 

I looked across at Jenny and then beyond her. There was another light plane flying at my wingtip. He waved at me. 

I'd thought I'd had the air to myself. If I had been flying with my Grandfather in the First World War I would have been dead by now.

He was pointing at something beneath the plane. I didn't know what he meant. His voice came through on the radio.

"Hello."

I responded.

"There is damage to your plane."

Oh fuck.

I looked up at the wing above me. There were two holes in the starboard wing, another in the port. It looked as if somebody had been firing at me.

"You have damage to your starboard wheel."

"What's wrong." Jenny asked.

The engine spluttered again.

"Bit of bother."

There was another plane off to my left, another above. I had clearance to land.

I banked towards the airfield. I could see the private flying clubs landing strip ahead. To my left, the wide, concrete runway of the international airport.

There were vehicles moving about in the distance. The ground was approaching. I throttled back. The engine cut out. There was only one place for me to go now. Down.

I tried to keep my glide as shallow as possible. The ground was coming up too fast. I tried to keep the right wing up. I felt the wheels touch. We bounced. We touched again, there was a loud crack and suddenly we were spinning. Around and around. I grabbed Jenny as she was thrown against me. The noise was incredible. Something hit my arm, my leg, my foot, and my knee.

Then there was silence.

I hurt. 

I was still holding onto Jenny. She wasn't moving.

"Jenny." I shouted. "Jenny."

People were wrenching open the doors of the plane.

Somebody eased Jenny from my arms and I was half dragged and lifted from the plane.

That hurt.

There were bells ringing and lights flashing.

"Where's Jenny." I asked, first in English and then in Spanish.

"Don't worry." Somebody answered in Spanish. "You'll be alright."

I didn't care about whether I would be all right. I wanted Jenny to be.

A woman, then a man was feeling my body. I tried moving. Everything seemed to work. I tried to sit up.

"Where's Jenny?"

"How do you feel." A man in a white coat was asking me in Spanish.

"I feel all right." I tried to shrug him away. I wanted to be with Jenny.

The man in the white coat left me and other hands helped me first to sit and then to stand.

The rear doors of an Ambulance stood open and I was helped towards it. I stopped and looked back at my plane before I climbed in. The airscrew was broken, I'd lost a wheel, and I had a puncture in the other main wheel. The wings looked bent. The front windscreen was broken. It looked hurt.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16n



I climbed into the back of the Ambulance and the attendant made me sit on the spare trolley. The man in the white coat was bent over Jenny. Shinning a light into her eyes as we moved away. I knew it would only take fifteen minutes to get to the hospital but it seemed to take forever. Finally we pulled to a halt and the rear doors were thrown open. I tried to stand and everything started spinning.

Somebody was groaning. It was me.

I opened my eyes. The light was bright so I closed them again. I lay still listening to the sounds around me. People were moving about. Metal was being banged against metal. There was a certain amount of grunting and groaning. I slowly opened one eye and looked about. I was in a hospital ward. Screens made from a white material surrounded my bed. The noises came from the other side.

I lifted my head and opened my other eye. Two men in black suits were standing at the foot of the bed. One was holding a small revolver. I recognised it as being the one from the cave.

"Hello, Senor Wagstaffe." One of them said. "You are well?"

Well enough to be in hospital.

There was a jug of water and a glass on my bedside table. I struggled into a sitting position and poured myself a drink. The two men stood looking at me.

"You are feeling better, yes? The second man asked.

I poured myself a second drink and flexed as many muscles as I could before answering. I felt stiff but otherwise all right.

"I am feeling fine." I answered in English. The language they had used.

"How is my wife?" I continued.

"She will be all right." The one holding the revolver assured me.

He looked down at the revolver then up at me.

"We have some questions."

"Can I see my wife?" 

"When you have answered our questions."

"What do you want to know?"

"You went flying this morning?" The second one asked.

"Yes." I confirmed. "I have a new aeroplane. I promised a friend that I would take her up in it."

"Your friends name?"

I told him Izabella's name and title.

They looked at each other.

"And did you take her for a ride in your plane?" The first one asked.

What should I say? I had no reason to protect her. It would all come out in the end anyway.

"No." I said, finally. "She wanted me to fly a friend of hers to North Africa."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"The Contessa?" The first man had placed the revolver into a pocket in his jacket. "What part did she have in this?"

"He stayed at her villa."

And the questions continued.

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Jenny.

Paul was playing the piano.

Slowly. Gently. I should know the name.

I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It showed six-thirty. I stretched. Then settled back to listen.

It had been ten days before I was allowed to leave the hospital in Malaga and another two weeks since our return to England. The bullet had nicked one of the major blood vessels in my arm. They had operated on me on the first day and I had spent a further day on drips.

I didn't remember much about that part. 

Paul had told me about his having had a number of conversations with some men. We were to say nothing about what had happened. The collapse of the cave had been a natural occurrence. There had never been a flight to North Africa. Izabella's husband had retired from politics and was to be the Ambassador to a South American country. Her sister had been exploring the caves with an English friend and they had died in a terrible accident.

The music had stopped. I heard Paul on the stairs and the door to the bathroom open. I imagined him on the toilet. Flushing it and swearing at it for making a noise. Washing his hands. Would he have a shave? I could hear the shower. I couldn't join him until my arm was fully healed. I had to make do with baths instead. I liked our showers together.

I looked again at the alarm clock. Five minutes to seven.

Shirley would be back from her parents in a couple of days. Paul had accepted her moving in without a word. Something was on his mind. Something he hadn't told me. I didn't mind what had he agreed we were to say about our honeymoon to the Spanish Authorities and anybody else who asked. But I don't think it was that that was bothering him.

He had lost his plane. Beyond repair. The insurance company was asking questions about some of the damage. Paul didn't seem to be bothered about getting it replaced.

At least we were home. I loved this house.

I needed to find out what was wrong with him.

He hadn't really made love to me since we returned. He had tried. Bless him. He'd touched me. Made me come. Entered me. But there was something missing.

I heard the bathroom door open. His face appeared around the bedroom door checking to see if I was still asleep. He smiled when he saw that my eyes were open.

"I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked.

"It was a lovely way to wake up." I replied, pulling back the bedclothes on his side of the bed. "I love to hear you play. Come back to bed."

"I was going to make a cup of tea."

"Later."

He climbed back into bed.

"I want to talk to you." I said, placing my hand on his pubic bone just above his prick and balls. 

His prick moved by itself.

He placed his own hand on my pubic mound and gave it a squeeze. I could feel myself starting to get wet. I moved my hand down and closed my fingers around his prick. It still felt damp from his shower. I stroked his fore skin back and forth while he placed a finger on each of the outer lips of my fanny and massaged them gently.

"You wanted to speak?" He asked in a slightly husky voice.

"Yes." I coughed.

I opened my legs wider.

"Something is wrong." I stated.

He ran his fingertip along the crack between my fanny lips. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Is there?" He answered.

His fingertip was working its way inside me.

"You know there is." His prick was growing. "What is it?" I asked.

He turned onto his side to face me pushing his finger inside me at the same time.

I could stroke him better in this position. I quickened my hand movements.

"It's alright."

He worked his finger in and out of me.

"No it isn't."

I looked at his face. His eyes were closed. He was smiling.

I released his prick and turned onto my side facing away from him pulling his finger from my hole. I caught his wrist and held his hand to my breast whilst pushing my backside back towards him and lifting my topmost leg. I could feel the head of his prick between my bum cheeks. I didn't want it there. Not at this minute anyway, so reached back between my legs and guided it to lips of my fanny. I held them open as he pushed against me. Once, twice. I gasped as he entered me.

That felt good. I lowered my leg and closed my hand over the one that held my breast. I could feel my nipple responding. The whole breast was increasing in sensitivity. The amount of liquid inside my fanny was also increasing.

He adjusted his position behind me to fit more of his prick inside me. I pushed back, eager to accept it.

"So, what is wrong?" I panted slightly.

He was silent for a moment. The only sounds were our breathing and the gentle creaking of the bed.

"I killed them." He answered finally.

"Who?"

"Victoria and Rogers." 

He stopped moving. I squeezed his prick with the muscles inside my fanny.

"I left that bloody bomb in there with them."

So that was it.

He started moving again. Ramming his prick in and out of me. I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself crying out. Suddenly he stopped again.

"Sorry." He said, gently massaging my breast. "Did I hurt you?"

"A little." I squeezed his hand. "But it's alright."

"It isn't."

He started moving again. This time smoothly. Building up his speed. I felt warm inside. A warm glow that was building and spreading itself throughout my body. He was moving faster. Something was building inside of me. Something that needed to get out. I held my breath as the waves of pleasure broke over me. I could feel his prick jerking inside me. Further wetting my fanny.

I breathed out as he stopped moving. His prick was still inside me. Doing wonderful things to my insides.

"You are never going to leave me." He was pushing against me. "Are you?"

"No plans at present." I confirmed, breathing heavily.

I could feel his prick growing again inside my fanny.

"Why?" 

"I couldn't go through another honeymoon like that."

"Pratt." I said and loved him. 

The End.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17a



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17a: The Batting Order Ch. 01

A Paul and Jenny Story.

(As in all my stories all events and characters are fictitious and no similarity with any person, alive or dead is intended).

Part 1.

I awoke with a hard on and turned over onto my side to face Jenny's side of the bed.  I could see the back of her head with its short light brown hair.  Hear her gentle breathing.

I lifted the single sheet that we used a cover in the summer and looked down.  I saw the two thin straps of her short, white with small pink flowers, cotton night-dress.  Short, but just long enough to cover her ass cheeks.  I held up the sheet with one hand and reached down and pulled it up over her hip.  That was better.  I could see both cheeks and the crack between them.  I liked them.  I liked being between them.  I edged forward, just touching her crack with the tip of my prick.  She felt warm.  I lifted her top cheek and pushed my prick forward.  I lowered her ass cheek and the tip of my prick was lost between them.  I rocked back of forth slightly.   It felt good.

We had been back from our honeymoon in Spain for eight weeks.  Jenny's arm, where the bullet that had hit Rogers, had also struck her had healed.  There would always be a scar, but that was a small price to pay for her life.  

I still kept thinking that I should have done more to help Rogers and Victoria.  I knew that I had been drugged and that Jenny had been hurt but I hadn't been thinking straight.  There had been ample time to go back into the cave and remove the bomb that had been placed in my plane and I had brought with me but dropped.  Ample time.  But I hadn't.  All I could think of was getting Jenny to help.  That and falling asleep.  

Then to fly over the cave and be almost blown out of the sky when the bomb I had dropped had gone off. Setting off the other explosives that were being stored in the cave.  Stored in preparation for a terrorist attack on our villa when the talks had started there the following week.

I heard Jenny sigh.  I stopped moving.  She settled again.  I waited for a few seconds then pushed forward again.  I could feel the tip of my prick against something.  Something that gave slightly as I pushed against it.  

"Owe."  She breathed out, clenching her ass cheeks tightly together and pulling away from me a little. 

"Sorry."  I said into her hair, dropping the sheet and placing my had around her and holding one of her breasts through her night-dress.

"Hmm."  She said sleepily, placing a hand on top of mine.  "That's nice."

"I didn't mean to wake you."  I said, feeling her nipple hardening as I gently massaged her breast.

"As long as we don't wake Shirley."

She turned her head towards me and I kissed her cheek.  No, we didn't want to wake Shirley.  Not just yet anyway.

I didn't remember being consulted about Shirley moving into our spare bedroom for her and Jenny's extra year at University while they completed their Masters.  Jenny told me I had been and that I was all for it.   I didn't mind it really I supposed.  Shirley had a body worth dying for and she seemed to leave more and more of it exposed each day.   

The previous evening we had sat in the living room watching TV with both her and Jenny in night-dresses and robes.  Shirley's had only been lightly fastened at the front and I was enjoying the way it fell open each time she reached down to pick up her mug of Horlicks.   I know I had seen her near naked before, when she and Melissa had been seeing how much of an empty wine bottle they could fit up inside each other and Melissa's sister.   But this time it was different.  A flash of white breast and the occasional glimpse of light brown nipple.  It was exciting not knowing when the next show would come.

Jenny had sat on my lap, rubbing her ass cheeks against my hard on.  As she was doing now.   Perhaps she wanted something?

I took my hand from her breast and reached down to hold her ass.  Sliding down the bed a little I guided my prick against her fanny.  She lifted her leg and reached between them.  I could feel her fingers feeling for my prick, leading it to her fanny lips.  I pushed forward and heard her grunt slightly.  

She was leaning away from me, adjusting the angle of her fanny.  I pushed again.  I felt it giving, opening a little and I was inside her.  I pulled back and pushed again.  I was further inside.  She gasped out loud.   She was tight this morning.  I pushed again, not stopping this time until my pubic hairs were pressed tight against her ass cheeks.   She lowered her leg and I placed my hand upon her hip to hold her still as I started to thrust in and out of her.

Yes.  Shirley certainly had a body.  I was certain I caught a flash of her pubic mound once as she had stood up to change the channel on the TV set.

Jenny was moaning.   I moved my hand to her breast then back to her hip.  I quickened my strokes.  The bed was starting to squeak.  Not a noise I had noticed before when we had lived in the house alone but now ever noise in our bedroom was something that made Jenny embarrassed.  I slowed and the noise stopped.   I was sure Shirley didn't mind.  Steve had told me over a few beers that she was a very willing bed partner.  I knew she would be from the time I had watched him have her when we had visited Northern Ireland on a Scout camp.    She hadn't brought a man back to her room in the two weeks since she had moved in after staying with her parents for part of the holidays.  Jenny had told her it would be alright for a friend to stay over.  Just nobody staying permanently.

I had expected Steve to visit but he hadn't.  Shirley did go down to my parent's house to stay some weekends so that must be when she was seeing him.

I could feel my prick growing.  I quickened again.  

"Shush."  Jenny whispered.  "Shirley will hear."

"Don't care."  I panted.

The bed was starting to squeak again.   I didn't care.  I was getting close to coming.  I moved faster.  Faster still.  My balls were lifting.  Getting tighter.  I thrust as deep inside her as I could as they emptied.

I lay sill, breathing heavily for a few seconds then worked the last of my come from my balls by slowly moving in and out of Jenny's fanny.  Then I pulled out and lay on my back.  Jenny turned to face me and lay her head on my shoulder.

"We will have to get a new bed."  She said, lifting her head and looking down at me.

"This is only two years old."  I protested.  "It just needs oiling here and there."

"Well you had better get some oil then."  She leaned forward and planted her lips on top of mine.

I could feel her pubic hairs against the outside of my thigh.  My prick twitched.  I lifted the sheet and looked down.  I knew Jenny's eyes were following mine.

My prick twitched again.

Jenny placed her hand on my balls.  Holding each in turn between her fingers and thumb.  I took a deep breath.   She lifted her head and looked at my face.  

"Aren't you empty?"  She asked.

"I'm never empty with you."  I assured her.

She picked up my prick and started stroking it.

"But we mustn't wake Shirley."

Fuck Shirley, I thought, but said aloud.  

"Let's try it a different way."

"How?"  She asked.

"How about across the bed."  I suggested.  "Perhaps it won't squeak that way."

"Ok."

My prick was fully hard.  I threw back the sheet and knelt on the edge of the bed.   Jenny turned her body until her fanny was facing me, covered by her night-dress.   I lifted its hem and looked at her slit.   The lips were still open and puffy from our fuck.  It needed kissing so I lowered my mouth to it and gently sucked on each lip.  I lifted my head and looked again.  Her lips were spread wide and I could see the moist, pink flesh inside her.  I brushed her pubic hairs aside and saw the little pea of her clitoris protruding from beneath its cover.   I lowered my mouth to it and licked.

Jenny bent her knees and, placing her heels flat on the bed, lifted her fanny towards me.  I licked harder and faster.  I could hear her sighing then groan.  I pushed first one then a second finger inside her.  Working them in and out.  Feeling her lubricant increasing.  Feeling her fingers in my hair.  Behind my head.  Pulling me towards her.  I kept licking and fingering her.  Did I hear her swear?  The bed was creaking again.  Should I stop?  I lifted my head and looked up at her face.  Her eyes were wide open.  So was her mouth.   Better not stop.  I licked her again.  Knocking her clit from side to side.   Feeling for her anus with the third finger of my hand.  Hearing her gasp as I found it.

She was lifting her hips from the bed.  Moving them from side to side as if trying to evade my tongue and, at the same time pulling my face hard against her.   I felt her thighs tighten about my head.   Head her take short, sharp breaths.  Then she tensed and sighed.

I lifted my head and looked at her face.  Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

I moved up her body, stopping when I felt the tip of my prick was against her opening.  I pushed it inside her.  She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around my back as I moved in and out.  She turned her head to one side so I put my tongue in her ear.  She shuddered.  I licked inside the hole then sucked upon her lobe.  She threw back her head and sighed.

The bed was creaking again.

I quickened my strokes.  She held me tighter, moving her legs until the heels of her feet were against my ass cheeks.  Her fanny was tightening about my prick.  Holding it like a hand.  She was coming.  Squeezing me tightly.   I tried to hold back.  To make it last longer but it was no good.   I came and came and came.  Collapsing forward on top of her.

We lay joined for a minute.  Neither one moving.  Neither one saying anything.  Then I lifted my head and kissed her.

I heard the flushing of the toilet as Shirley used the bathroom.

"I'm glad you are both coming."  I told her pulling my, by now, soft prick from her hole.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."   Jenny assured me holding out her hand for me to help her up as I stood on my feet.

I caught a glimpse of her slit before she closed her legs to stand.   It glistened and there was come seeping out the bottom.  My come.  I suddenly felt quite proud of myself.

"What are you smiling at?"  She asked, standing in front of me.

"Just happy."  I replied, reaching behind her and cupping her ass cheeks.

I could feel her nipples hard against my chest.   My prick twitched.  She pulled back and looked down.

"Paul.  Jenny."  There was a knock on the door and I could hear Shirley's voice.  "The bathrooms free.  I'll put the kettle on."

I looked at my wristwatch as Jenny called back.

"Be down in a minute."

It was a quarter to eight.  There was plenty of time.  We didn't have to leave until ten.

"We must hurry."  Jenny said, pulling my hands from her ass cheeks.

"We have plenty of time."  I complained, trying to put them back.

"We have to get ready yet."

"You're only going to watch a cricket match."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17b



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17b: The Batting Order Ch. 02

A Paul and Jenny story.

As in all my stories all events and characters are fictitious and no similarity with any person, alive or dead is intended.

Part two.

I followed Jenny to the door of the bathroom.  She stopped and looked at me.

"You can't come in."  She said, looking down the stairs where I could hear the sound of tea cups rattling.  "Not while Shirley's here."

"She'll be here for another year?"  I protested.

"And another year at teacher training college."

I'd forgotten that.  Two years.   It was becoming a prison sentence.

She looked at my face.  She looked unhappy.

"You don't mind.  Do you?"

I think she was about to cry.     

"No."  I said stepping back.  "Not if it's what you want."

She stepped forward and stood on tiptoes to kiss me.

"You are very nice."

She turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I wandered back into the bedroom.  I needed a piss and shit.  We had an outside toilet.  I could use that.  Picking up yesterday's clothes I quickly dressed and went downstairs.  Shirley was sitting at the kitchen table she had poured a cup of tea for herself.  Seeing me she lifted the tea cosy from the teapot and started to fill a second cup.

"Good morning."  I said to her.

The need to visit the toilet was becoming urgent.

"Sit down, Paul."  She said, pouring milk into my cup.  "Can I talk to you.  Before Jenny comes down."

Reluctantly I sat down.  I wished the pressure in my bowels would ease.

"I'm sorry if my being here is upsetting you."  She was looking at her tea cup.

"It's not."  I assured her.

"Oh, it is."  She lifted her eyes to mine.  "I'm not blind.  Besides I heard you talking."

"Sorry."   I searched my mind for what we might have said.

"I don't mind what you do or where."   She smiled at me.

I'd seen her use that mouth to suck Steve off when we had been in Northern Ireland.

"It is your house, after all."  She continued.  "Just do what you normally do.  I don't mind.   Really."

"It's not me."  I stammered.  "It's Jenny."

That's it.  Pass the blame onto her.

"I'll speak with Jenny.  We're all adults now."

She was.  She never tied the cord of her dressing gown tightly enough.  The front fell open as she stood and walked to the toaster where some bread had just popped up.  A quick flash of tit and nipple then her back was turned.  They were bigger than Jenny's with the same small circle of brown around the nipple.  I bet they were nice to suck.   He was a lucky bugger, Steve.

She reloaded the toaster and came back to the table carrying the toast that she placed on a plate between us.

I needed a shit.  Badly.  I lifted one of my ass cheeks and let some of the build up of pressure escape.  

"She doesn't like the thought of you not having a boyfriend."  I tried to look down the front of her dressing gown without seeming to look.  To have seen that much tit when she had stood up must mean she was naked beneath it.

"I have a boyfriend."  She buttered some toast.

"We know you see Steve."

"Not him."

There was a smell.  I used my hand to fan between my legs under the table.  I think it made matters worse.  Jenny hadn't mentioned Shirley having a boyfriend.

The pressure was building again.  Shirley's nose was twitching.

"I must go to the toilet."  I said standing up.

My anus lost the battle to contain my wind and it escaped with a rasp.

"Sorry."  I said hurrying to the outside door.

I could hear Shirley sniffing the air as I closed it behind me.

Inside the toilet I dropped my jeans and underpants and sat down.  That was better.  I let go a deep, meaningful sigh.

I did the paperwork and, pulling up my jeans and underpants, stood up.  That was better.   It was strange.  Sometimes I felt better after a shit then I did after a fuck.  Jenny had got upset when I had told her that once.

I went back into the kitchen.  Jenny was standing by the doorway into the hall with a large towel wrapped around her body.  Of Shirley, there was no sign.

"Hello."  I said, putting on my brightest smile.  "Any toast left?"

"Shirley told me what you did."

"I couldn't help it.  It just came out."

She looked stern, as befits somebody who is going to be a teacher.  Or rather she was trying to look stern.  The corners of her mouth were twitching.

"She said she couldn't finish her breakfast."

There was laughter in her eyes.  She seemed to hick-up.  Then she tittered.   Then she laughed.  I joined in.

"I told her that she would have to get used to it."  Jenny laughed.  "Just make sure you don't have too much beer or peas before bedtime."

"That's right."   Shirley's voice came from upstairs.  "Turn it into a joke.  Laugh at me."

"You should have seen your face when I came in."  Jenny said to the stairs.

I heard Shirley moving about.

"You can come down, now."  Jenny continued.  "He's empty."

I could see Jenny struggling to keep her face straight as Shirley walked into the room wearing a white cotton dress that stopped above her knees.  She had a length of what looked like curtain cord tied loosely about her waist.  She carried a white bag on a long strap over one shoulder.

"Sorry."  I said, sitting down and helping myself to a slice of toast.  It was cold. So was my tea.  But I ate and drank.

Shirley gave a 'huh' and ignored me.

"What time are we leaving?"  She asked Jenny.

"Paul says ten is plenty early enough."  Jenny replied.

"Are we going to stop at his parents?"

"I don't think so.  Paul needs to get to the ground to play with some nets."

"In the nets."  I corrected.

They carried on as if I wasn't there.

"Oh."  Shirley said, she sounded disappointed.

"We could leave earlier and stop by there on the way through."  Jenny said.  "If you want us to?"

"I don't mind."  Shirley replied.

I wondered where this boyfriend of hers was.  She had moved in a week before after staying with her parents in Cheltenham during the holidays.  My father had been up there for a week, on business.  I wonder if she bumped into him while he was there?


The telephone was ringing in the hall and Jenny hurried out to answer it.  I looked at Shirley.  She did look nice.

Jenny sounded excited.  I caught the words wonderful and surprise.  She came back into the kitchen looking flushed.  And she was smiling.

"Well?"  I asked, looking up from my second slice of toast.   I could do with a hot cup of tea.

"You'll never guess."  She said.

"You're right."  I agreed after a few seconds of pretending indifference.

"Well I want to know."  Shirley said.

"That was Lynda and Ian."  Jenny started.

"Oh wonderful."  Shirley interrupted.

"They wanted to surprise us."  Jenny continued.

"If they left it another hour we wouldn't be here."  I observed.

I stood up and switched on the kettle.

"They're at the station."

"Now that is a surprise."  I agreed.

"Are they coming here?"  Shirley asked.

"They only decided last night to come down for a few days."

"But we're going to Chipping Marsden."  I said.

"I know."  Jenny smiled at me.   "I said they could come with us.   Your grandfather is in Spain and you have a set of keys and I am sure he won't mind if we stay there for the weekend."

"Are they coming here?"  Shirley asked before I could protest.

"No.  I said we would go and pick them up and then we could drive straight down to Paul's grandfather's house.  We could ring Paul's father and explain.   If we throw enough few things in some bags for a couple of days, Paul can lock up, tell the neighbours and take them down in his car."

"That sounds fine."  Shirley was already heading out of the door.  "I can be ready in five minutes."

"This is going to be fun."  Jenny said, standing in front of me.   "You don't mind?"  

I opened the back door and poured the remains of the tea in the pot into the outside drain.  I went back to the sink and rinsed it out before putting some fresh tea into it.

Two thin arms snaked around my waist as I switched off the kettle and poured the water into the teapot.

"You don't mind?  Do you?"

I turned, keeping her arms around me.

"No."  I said, unfastening her towel and letting it fall to the ground.

"We can't."  She said, resting her head on my chest.  "What about Shirley?"

I felt her ass cheeks.

"I know."  I said.  "I don't mind.  I like Lynda.  It will be fun."

I reached down between us for her clit and behind her for her anus.

"We can't."  She insisted but didn't move away.

I looked down onto her thin face with its shoulder length hair of light brown.  

She was right.  I could hear Shirley banging about upstairs.  There would be plenty of time over the weekend.  There were three bedrooms in my grandfather's house.  There would be plenty of time for the two of us.

Jenny turned and bent over to pick up her towel.  I looked down on her ass as she did so.  The two orbs were parted just enough for me to see her tight light brown ass hole.  I think she held the pose for my benefit for a couple of seconds longer than necessary then she was bouncing out of the room full of excitement.

I rubbed my prick through my jeans.  It shouldn't really be hard again so soon after our two fucks earlier, but it was.  I could hear the two girls talking upstairs so I unzipped my jeans and took it out.  That was better.  I pulled my foreskin back and forth a couple of times to relieve the pressure.  That was better.  They were still talking upstairs so I closed my hand around it and started stroking in earnest.  That was good.   I closed my eyes and leaned back against the sink.  Yes.  Every ounce of feeling in my body seemed to be concentrated in the first inch of my prick.  This felt good.  Yes.  Yes.  I was coming.  I missed the first load but caught the remainder in a tea towel.  I leaned forward quickly to wipe the floor, my prick still sticking out of my zipper.

"Spilt something Paul?"  Shirley coughed from the doorway.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17c



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17c: The Batting Order Ch. 03

Part 3.

Paul.

I watched as Jenny drove her VW Beetle down the hill towards the junction and the left turn that would take her into Bristol City centre.    How they would manage with four of them together with Lynda and Ian's luggage I couldn't imagine.   It could be fun though.

I stowed my cricket gear and our suitcases into my Morgan and looked up at the sky.    A few clouds out to the west over Wales but then there always were.    No.    It looked like it was going to be a fine day.

I enjoyed playing cricket.    I only managed to play on five or six occasions a year for Chipping Marsden and a similar number for my college.    I suppose I could join a club in Bristol.    No.    That would be too much of a commitment.   I enjoyed my weekends with Jenny too much.    I was also certain of her reaction if I told her that I was playing every Saturday and Sunday during the summer, with a few weekend games thrown in.    No.    This was about right.     To play for my village team when they were short.   That was enough.     Besides I had to find a proper job now that I was finished in University.    It was all right for Jenny.   She was staying on for an extra year followed by teacher training.    I needed something to do.    I had a position in a local firm of accountants if I wanted it.    That would mean another three years of exams.    Eventually I would be expected to move south into Somerset and join the family firm.     In time I would be expected to become a partner in it.

I looked up again at the sky.    I would rather be playing cricket.   

I collected my jacket from the hall, switched on the hall lights and locked the door behind me.   The neighbours knew we would be away until Monday.   I backed the Morgan out onto the road and closed the gates.    I drove up the hill in the opposite direction to the one Jenny went.    Past the Iron Age earth works where I had saved Jenny from being raped one night.   Driving up and over the downs above Bristol and onto the main road south past the airport.

I was feeling good.    We were going to have a fun weekend.


Jenny.

I pulled up outside the main railway station in the centre of the city in the buses only zone.      There was never anywhere to park legally in Bristol so I did what everybody else did.

I could see them standing in one of the entrance arches.    Lynda was waving.     Ian seemed to be arguing with a couple of men.

We both got out and hurried towards them.    

"Come on, Ian."   Lynda was saying.   "We're going."

Shirley reached Lynda first and they hugged.    I suddenly felt jealous but then it was my turn.

"How are you?"   Lynda asked after she had pulled her sharp hard nipples from my breasts.    "How's your arm?"

She kissed me on the cheeks.    I could feel myself becoming moist.

I hadn't really seen her since our return from Egypt apart from my wedding and she hadn't really filled my thoughts but thirty seconds in her company and I was ready.    Ready for her fingers to open the lips of my fanny and for her tongue to explore deep inside me.    She was smiling into my eyes.     She knew.

"It's much better."    I replied breathlessly.     "Thank you."

Shirley was helping Ian with their cases.    There was three.    How long were they staying?

"It's alright."     Lynda answered my question as if she were reading my mind.     I wondered what else she could read in it.    "We are flying out to Egypt on Tuesday.    I just wanted to see you before we left."

She had her arm around my waist so I placed mine around hers as we walked towards the car.    I felt so wet.   I hoped I didn't squelch as I moved.

Once at the car I opened the driver's door and popped the bonnet.     They managed to get the two smaller cases in.    We all stood looking at the car, the suitcase and each other.

"I know."    Lynda said.     "If Jenny and I sit in the back and Shirley drives then Ian could have the suitcase on his lap in the front.    Jenny has the shortest legs so she could sit behind Ian if he had to push the seat back."

Shirley looked at us, shrugged her shoulders and said.     "That's fine by me.     If you don't mind my driving your car, Jenny?"

Lynda's hand had moved down behind my back onto one of my ass cheeks.    I didn't mind at all.

"No."    I said, opening the passenger's door and handing her the keys.   "You've borrowed it before."

She had as well.    When I had thought she had been going to stay at Paul's parents' house whilst visiting his friend Steve.     But after what I had seen in the kitchen of the house just before my wedding I knew there had been another reason for her going.    I just had to tell Lynda.    I couldn't tell Paul that his father was having an affair with one of my best friends.    But I could tell Lynda.    She would be able to help me look out for any signs it was still going on.    And if the two of us could get Shirley alone over a bottle of wine sometime over the weekend we could get all the details from her.

I looked down at Lynda's backside as she climbed into the rear seat.    Her skirt hardly covered her knickers.    I was glad.    I climbed into the back beside her and she lay her short denim jacket over our knees.

Ian lowered the front seat into place and sat in it with the suitcase on his lap.     Shirley took the driving seat.   Slid it back and inch, which caused Lynda to open her legs and touch my knee with her own.    We looked into each other's eyes as the car moved away.    

Her hand moved under the coat and touched my leg.    I stiffened for a second then relaxed as her fingers moved across the top of my thigh.    My legs parted of their own accord as she massaged my inner thigh.    Her fingers moved up my leg towards my burning furnace.    I was going to scream out loud if she didn't touch it soon.    I opened my legs wider and slid my backside forward on the seat, willing her to touch me.    She lingered.   I didn't want that and, placing my hand on top of hers moved it to rest against my fanny. 

"Oh."    I breathed out with a sigh as her fingers moved against my fanny lips.

"Are you alright?"    Shirley asked.

"Fine."    I replied, a little breathlessly.

Her fingers were moving from my fanny lips.    Tracing the outline of the zip on my jeans.    Oh why hadn't I worn a skirt?    I flicked the button undone and pushed down the zipper.     Her fingers were on the little tab and she completed its journey for me.    Then her fingers moved to the waistband of my knickers, pulling it away from my body.   I stifled as cry as a pubic hair or two went with it.    I could smell myself.    A heavy, heady smell.

Lynda was shifting in her seat.   I slipped my hand under her jacket and felt her naked thigh.    Her own finger was moving through my pubic hairs towards my throbbing clit.    

"Were you arguing with those two men?"    Shirley asked suddenly.

Lynda coughed, clearing her throat as my fingers touched the dampness of her knickers between her legs.

"They whistled at me."    She replied, taking a deep breath as I poked and prodded at the lips of her fanny.

Then it was my turn to breathe deeply as her fingertip brushed the side of my clit.   I found myself lifting my backside from the seat searching for her finger.    

"She's not there to be whistled at."    Ian stated with conviction.    "I'd have sorted them."

Don't talk.     I didn't want anyone to talk.    I wanted to sit and wallow in the waves of pleasure that were breaking over me.

"Hmm."     Lynda gave a low sigh.    

I could feel her hand, next to my own, she was lifting her backside and pulling at her knickers.    I helped her to pull them down to mid thigh.    She was moving her legs.    Reaching down then they were in her hand.    The wonderful smell of aroused women increased.    I heard Shirley sniffing the air.

Lynda smiled at me then stuffed her knickers out of sight behind her back.     Her fingertip was moving again against my clit as I moved my own fingers onto the fanny.   It felt as if it were on fire.   I closed my eyes as I felt the pleasure building inside of me again.    It felt so nice.     I spread her fanny lips and worked first one then a second finger inside her.

"How long will you be staying in Egypt for this time?"    Shirley asked.

I heard Ian sniff then grunt.   He was resting his head on the door pillar.    I think he was asleep.

"Just a year."    Lynda replied.     "Gathering information for our Thesis."

I slid my fingers in and out of her hole as she continued to gently rub my clit.     I was going to come.     I think she sensed it for she was rubbing faster.   

"Oh."    I couldn't stop the sound escaping.

"Are you all right?"     Shirley asked.

"Yes."   I managed to reply.

My thighs were trembling.     Lynda's finger was still moving against my clit.    I was going to come again.

"Ah."     My thighs clamped tight shut.

I fought to control my breathing.    I could see Shirley's eyes in the rear view mirror.    I closed my own and turned my head to pretend to look out of the window.     

My fingers were still inside Lynda's fanny.    I pulled them out and searched for her clit in her thick mass of pubic hairs.    She'd grown it again.    I remembered shaving her with Paul's razor when we had gone on our Nile cruise.    That had been two years ago.   So much had happened since then.    She had been raped before that cruise and again the previous Christmas time.    I knew that the talks she had had with Michael de Vane after the first time had helped her recovery but I'm was certain that I could never had stood up to it like she had.    And then to help save me by letting Paul shag her in a ceremony with Jerez El Mctomb.    And midst all this she had become my lover.

Her fanny and thighs twitched as my fingers touched her clit cover.    I pulled the lips of her fanny apart to expose it then rubbed it from side to side.     I felt first her thick red hair and then her head against mine.    She sighed and her hand went back inside my knickers I opened my thighs as wide as I could as she pushed one of her long fingers inside me.    I rubbed the sides of her clit and then from top to bottom.   I could hear her breathing changing.     I felt her thighs contracting and relaxing lifting her backside from the seat.     Shirley had switched the radio on and wound down her window slightly.     Ian was making gentle snoring sounds and Lynda was coming.     She gripped my wrist tightly for a second and then her whole body seemed to relax against me.

She pulled her finger from my hole as I took my hand from her knickers.    We held hands beneath her jacket and I closed my eyes.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17d



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17d: The Batting Order Ch. 04

As with all my stories all events and characters are fictitious.

Part 3.

Paul.

I pulled up on the gravel drive in front of my grandfather's cottage next to my father's Jaguar.

The front door was open and Millie, my old Labrador bitch bounded out to meet me.   I made a fuss of her, rubbing behind her ears, pushing her away then letting her come back to me.

"Oh Paul."  My mother said from the doorway.   "Why do you always leave everything to the last moment?"

"Leave what?"  I protested.

"There are five of you staying here and nothing in the house to eat or drink.  Today, of all days.  You know I have so much to do."

There was a cellar full of wine and I was sure I could have found some bottles of beer.   Still, we had to think of the girls I supposed.

"Thank you for thinking about that."

"Somebody has to."   She looked at me and adjusted the collar on my shirt.  "You need a haircut."

"I'm only down to play cricket."  I had visions of her ordering me to the barbers.

"Ah Paul."  My father came out of the house and placed his arm about my mother's waist.   "I've put some fresh sheets on the beds for you.  Are you coming down to the nets?"

"When the other's arrive."  I replied, rubbing Millie beneath her ear.

"I'm glad you have brought all the girls with you."  Mother said taking my fathers hand from her hip and walking with it in her own towards their car.  "We could do with a hand with the teas.  Mrs Clarks gout has flared up and Jill and Janet are away on holiday still."

She made it sound as if it were a crime to holiday in August.  I wasn't sure of the girls' reaction to being volunteered for making sandwiches and teas in the old pavilion and the marquee.   Yes I was.

There was always a good crowd when we played East Chipstable.  A rivalry in cricket that went back to Victorian times.  The local good causes would have tents set up selling cakes and flowers and nick-nacks.   The pony club would bring some mounts and give rides.  There would be a fire engine for the children to clamber all over.  The pub would set up a small bar in one corner of the main tent.  It was going to be a fun day.

I watched my parents as they drove away then walked into the house with Millie getting under my feet.   I loved this building.  It had once been the site of a much larger house of which only the cellars and the underground passage to the walled garden remained.   I hoped it would be mine one day.   Grandfather hadn't been well since the death of my grandmother.  Jenny said he was dying of a broken heart.  He was only seventy-four, I told her, and he would have at least another ten years.   She became quite upset and burst into tears.   Women are strange.

He was in Spain.  He went three times most years.  I think he would have moved out permanently if grandmother had still been with us.

Millie was growling at the back door so I went and look out of the kitchen window.  Two people were moving quickly towards the entrance to the walled garden.   I recognised Len immediately and that looked like Stephanie, the pub landlord's daughter.  Hmm.  This needed investigating.  I turned the key in the lock of the door that led down to the cellar and went down the flight of stone steps.   I switched on the lights and walked to the old oak door at one end of the passage and slipped the bolts top and bottom.  

The floor of the tunnel which led to the walled garden was paved with flag stone and the walls and curved ceiling made of brick which had been plastered at some time.  It could do with re-doing.   My father had installed some lighting for my old scoutmasters wedding two years before and I clicked the switch to turn it on.   There were six sockets at approximately ten-yard intervals.  One of them wasn't working.  I must remember to change the bulb.   

I hurried along the passage.  It was always cold down here.  At the far end there was a flight of steps leading up to another old oak door.  I slid back the bolts and stepped out into the gardeners shed in a corner of the walled garden.  I told Millie to be quiet and crept to the window.   Once the garden would have supplied a lot of the fresh fruit and vegetables for the house but now it was mostly coveredn with flower beds around the sides and fruiting shrubs and trees trained against three of the walls.  My grandparents had acquired two oak park-benches and they stood facing each other across the lawn.  

Len and Steph were sitting on one of the benches.  They were about fifteen yards away and sideways on to me.  Len had his arm around her shoulders and she was holding his other hand between her own.  They were talking and Steph was looking up at Len.  She looked as if she was going to cry.  She was crying.  Len lowered his face to hers and they were kissing.   I could see one of Len's huge hands close around one of her breasts.   She let it remain there for a few seconds then pushed it away and, breaking their kiss, looked about them.   

I stepped back from the window into the shadows at the rear of the shed.

Millie whimpered and I hissed at her to be quiet.

Len was talking.  I heard something about there being nobody about and his hand was back on her breast.  She turned away from me to face him and they kissed.  

Steph's arms were around Len's neck as they kissed and I saw his hand leave her breast and travel down her back to rest upon her hip.   He was feeling her thigh.   Pulling at the hem of her short black skirt.  She must be serving behind the bar today.  Her knees parted and his hand disappeared between them.  Then she was pushing him away and standing up.  He was holding her in front of him with a hand on either hip.  She looked around again.  Then she reached behind her back and undid her skirt.  Len helped guide it to the floor.  He was saying something about grass stains.  Steph was wearing white knickers.  Len was pulling them down over her hips and ass while she was unbuttoning her white blouse.

Steph's fanny looked hairier then it did the last time I had seen it.  When Len had been having her on the floor of the Pubs stockroom and Steve and I had gone investigating strange noises on my stag night.  I was struck with a twinge of conscience for a second.  It passed.  I convinced myself that Len would probably watch if it were Jenny and I.  Millie was whining again.   

"Shut up."  I hissed at her.

She probably wanted to go out and do something.  She'd have to wait.  If I interrupted them now they might not get another chance to have it today.   I had to think of Len's wellbeing.

Steph was naked and was turning around in front of Len showing herself to him.   He stood up and four hands were busy at the waistband of his cricket whites.  It wouldn't matter if they were grass-stained.  They would be covered in them by the end of the match.

They were lying down together and his hand was on her breast almost before her back had touched the grass.  He was looking down into her eyes as he massaged it.  They were talking.  Her hand was on his prick.  Stroking his foreskin up and down.  He was feeling her stomach.  They were laughing at something he said.  Her legs were opening and I could see the pink of her fanny.  His hand was on her pubic mound.   His fingers brushing her pubic hairs away from her slit.   Her eyes were closed and she had her head thrown back against his supporting arm.  His middle finger was moving up and down her slit.  She had one knee bent, the flat of her foot on the grass and was lifting her hips.  Her mouth opened wide as his finger entered her.  I could see her smiling.  She was opening her eyes.  Looking up at him.

He was saying something to her.  Ah.  He was moving around between her legs.  His cricket whites and underpants around his ankles.  Her hand was still on his cock.  I could just see her other hand holding open the lips of her fanny.  Len pushed.  Then again.  He was inside her.  She must have some space up there for although Len might not be up to Howie Wolfensteins dimensions he was quite well equipped.

He pulled back and thrust again.  Steph's knees were bent and her feet firmly planted flat on the ground.   She was being lifted from the ground by the force of Lens movements.  Her thighs were gripping his hips.  Len was moving faster.

Millie whined.

"Shut up, you silly dog."  I almost shouted my whisper.

She was scratching at the door to the passage.  I patted her on the head.

"Good girl."  I said.

Len was on the fast strokes.  Steph had her arms and legs wrapped around him.  

"What are you doing?"  Jenny asked from the doorway to the passage.  "All the doors are open."

I thought my heart was going to stop.

"Don't sneak up on people like that."  I said, facing her and trying to keep my body between her and the window.   "Just letting Millie out."

"Okay."  She said, moving past me and taking the spare key from the nail beside the door opened the door and let Millie out.

"Don't."  I said, pulling her back from following.

"I like this secret tunnel."  Lynda said from behind me.  "What's going on out there?"

Shit.

Shirley was following Lynda into the shed and I could see Ian behind her.  Jenny was pulling away from me.  The others were crowding in.   I released Jenny and she stumbled out of the door to fall on her knees.  Lynda and I both tried to follow her at the same time getting wedged in the doorway.  

I could hear voices.

I blinked in the bright sunlight as we left the hut.  Millie was playing with Len and Steph.  She was trying to cover everything up while Len was trying to reach her clothes with his own around his ankles and Millie joining in the fun.  

They were fighting over a bra.   I didn't realise they could stretch that far.  Steph had turned her back on us and was struggling into her skirt.   She had a nice back.  

"Get inside."  Jenny was ordering me.  "Stop looking."

I noticed that Lynda was looking, first at Len's prick then at Steph's back.  She's know all about Len's prick having gone out with him for six months.  Then I was back inside and Jenny was calling to Millie to drop it.  Shirley looked disgusted and Ian was laughing.

"I think we had best go back to the house."  I suggested.

"Don't worry."  I heard Jenny saying.  "We only just got here."

I heard Steph scream.  It sounded like the scream she had used when she had noticed Steve and I watching her being shagged on my stag night.

I led the way along the tunnel.

"Paul."

I heard Jenny calling.

"I want to talk to you."

Shit.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17e



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17e: The Batting Order Ch. 05

As with all my stories all events and characters are fictitious.

Jenny.

Oh no.  I daren't let him out of my sight.  

I hoped I had persuaded Len and Steph that we had only just arrived and nobody had seen them actually doing anything.  She did look upset when Len had left to take her back to the Pub.  

Paul was making a cup of tea in the kitchen when I got there.

"Ha.  Ha.  Ha."  Ian was laughing.

"I don't think it was that funny."  Shirley said.  "That was a private moment."

"Well, we didn't see a lot."  Lynda joined it, a note of regret in her voice I fancied.

She had seen a lot of Len so was she disappointed she hadn't seen more of Stephanie?  I felt jealous for a moment.  There was no need to be, I knew that.  Stephanie wasn't going to be here over the weekend.  But Lynda was.  But Steph did have a better body than me.  She had fuller breasts and a flatter stomach.  The ass cheeks I saw as I fell out of the shed were rounder and fuller as well.  Lynda was right about Len's prick.  I'd only ever seen one bigger than it, Howie's.

Paul was very quiet.  He carried the teapot to the large kitchen table where he had already placed some cups, saucers, milk and sugar.  I wanted to have a word with him.

He was pouring the tea.

"I can't stay long."  He said handing the cups around.  "I have to go to the nets."

"We can come down later."  I said.  "When's the kick off again?"

"We start at one."   He replied huffily.  "Toss up a quarter to."

I could always wind him up by pretending not to take any of his hobbies seriously.

"I have to go up and change."  He continued sipping at his tea.   

"Let's get our cases from the car."  I suggested.  "Whilst the tea cools."

"What are you doing at the nets?"  Ian asked as we stepped into the main hall and outside.

"Just loosening up and a quick practice.  Get the skipper to give us our prep talk."  Paul replied.  "Fancy coming?"

"Never played the game in my life."   Ian stated.

"The pavilion bar opens at twelve for members and their guests."  Paul offered.

He seemed to be in a hurry.  He took our suitcase from his car and passed Shirley hers.  I knew from previous times I'd watched him play he could be into his whites and ready in a matter of minutes, when he wasn't trying to get me out of my clothes.

Shirley had unlocked my car and was flicking the catch on the bonnet.  Ian had his large suitcase in one hand and had the other cases under the other arm and hand.   Paul almost bounded up the stairs and I hurried after him with Millie between us.

In the main bedroom the bed had been stripped back to its mattress and there was a small pile of bed linen next to the pillows.

"My fathers idea of putting clean sheets on the bed."  He remarked, kicking off his shoes and unfastening his trousers.

If he thought he was having me again that day after watching Len and Steph making love in the walled garden he had another think coming.

"Jenny."  Shirley called through the bedroom door.  "Can I use the phone?"

"Of course."  I answered, and, before I could stop myself asked.  "Who are you ringing?"

"Home."  She replied after a few seconds.

I looked at the second receiver that stood on the table by the bed.  

Paul was down to his underpants and socks.  Despite already having made love twice that morning and having been masturbated by Lynda I could feel myself becoming wet.  No.  I was going to be strong this time.   He wasn't having me again.

"I'll come with you, mon."  Ian's thick Scottish accent came through the bedroom door.

"Fine."  Paul answered.   "I'll be down in two minutes."

Two minutes.  He better take longer than that.

He had his cricket whites on and was buttoning a clean white shirt.  

"About today."  I sat on the bed with my legs open and scratched at the lips of my fanny through my jeans.

He didn't even look.

"Can we talk about it later."  He said, patting me on the shoulder then playing with Millie's ears.

She was getting more attention than I was.

"Jenny."  Shirley called through the door.  "Can I borrow your car?  I want to go to the shops."

"What do you need?"  I asked.

Wait a minute.  If she's going to the shops and Ian's going with Paul that would leave me and Lynda alone in the house.

"Of course you can."  I continued before she could reply.

Suddenly I was as keen for Paul to leave as he seemed to be to go.  I stood up and kissed him on the check.

"Enjoy yourself," I said, "and we will be down for the kick off."

"Hmm."  He mumbled.

He wasn't telling me something.   I didn't have the time to find it out.  It couldn't be important.

He kissed my lips and hurried from the room.  I followed more slowly.   By the time I reached the top of the stairs he was by the front door waiting for Ian to come from the kitchen.

"I'll leave you the keys."  He said, dropping them onto the hall table then with a final wave he, Millie and Ian had left, closing the door behind them.

Before I had the chance to turn around two hands were clamped to my breasts.  I leaned back against her body as she gently massaged them and felt her own hard nipples against my back.  I reached back to feel her hips and ass and felt her naked skin.  She hadn't wasted any time.   Nor was she now.  Her tongue was searching for my ear through my hair.  I felt my knees go weak at its first touch.

Her fingers were on the buttons of my blouse, working from the top down.   I helped her by slipping my arms through its sleeves when she had finished, letting it fall to the floor.  She unfastened my bra and we both watched as it slid down the front of my body.  Our hands reached for the top of my jeans and I took hold of her wrists and guided her hands back to my breasts while I completed undressing.  

I leaned back against her again.  Feeling the warmth from her body against my back.  The hardness of her erect nipples against my shoulder blades.   The softness of her Pubic hairs against my ass cheeks.

We stayed like that.  Her fingers massaging my breasts.  Feeling her pressing against me.

"Come on."  She said, finally releasing my breasts.  "We haven't got all day."

"Shirley won't be back for at least an hour."  I said allowing her to take my hand and lead me into the main bedroom.

"Are you sure?"  She asked, picking up the sheets and pillowcases. 

I walked to the far side of the bed and caught the edge of the sheet she threw to me.

"Yes."  I confirmed.  "She isn't going to the shops."

"No?"  Lynda stopped making her side of the bed for a second, her round face with it's mass of red hair tilted to one side as she studied me.

"She's meeting somebody."  I tucked in the sheet at the foot of the bed.

Lynda moved to join me and placed her hand on my ass cheek.

"Tell me."  

Her finger was searching between my ass cheeks for my anus.  I whimpered slightly as she found it and gently rubbed it.

"Come on."  She continued, pulling me towards her so that our breasts mashed together.  "Who is it?"

"David."  I said as we kissed, her tongue forcing its way between my lips.

We were both breathing heavily as we pulled apart.  

"David?"  She asked.  "David who?"

I moved up the side of the bed and lay down, sliding across to the middle as she took her place beside me.

"Paul's father."  I wrapped my arms around her back as loomed over m, one hand feeling for my breast.

"Hmm."  She said.

I couldn't tell whether from the information I had given her or the feel of my breast in her hand.

We kissed again, tongues fencing first inside my mouth, then inside hers.  Her hand was still working my breast.  My nipple was starting to throb.  There was an itch building up between my legs.  

She lifted her head and looked down at me.

"How long has it been going on?"  She asked, looking up and down my body.

"I noticed it at my wedding.  Caught them holding each other."

She lowered her head again, this time closing her lips around my nipple.

"I'm not sure how long before that.  Ah"

It was getting difficult to speak.   She changed nipples, swirling her tongue around this one before sucking it into her mouth.  Her hand was moving down my body.  Flat against my stomach.  It reached my Pubic hairs and she scratched at them with her fingernails.  

"It must be my turn to shave you."  She said lifting her head and smiling at me.

"Not now."  I replied, running my fingers through her hair.

"No."  She agreed.  "There won't be enough time for everything today."

"We have tomorrow as well."  I said as she moved on the bed so that we were in a sixty-nine position.

I turned onto my side to face her and lifted my top leg as she was doing for me.  Her smell hit me.   Warm and musty.  I placed my arms around her thighs and pulled open the lips of her fanny as I felt her doing to me.  The wonderful, wonderful smell increased.  It was a hot day and we had been travelling.   We were aroused, hot and wet.  I licked at the inside of her fanny lips.  First one side then the other.   Her own lips had gone straight to my clit and I had to stop as a wave of pleasure washed over me.  I pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could before I had to stop again.  The sensations I was feeling through my clit were sensational.  She was sucking it hard.  Harder than she had my nipples.  It was incredible.   I tried to do something for her but she was driving me wild.  There was a finger at my anus.  Pushing hard.  It hurt but the pleasure from my clit didn't allow me to complain.   She moved her finger, pushing it inside my fanny, moving it in and out all the time she was sucking on my clit as if it were a cock.

I was coming.   I cried out but she didn't stop.  Her finger, now lubricated with my juices was at my anus.  I felt it resist then open.  It was inside me.   Right up inside me.

I found her clit with my own lips and sucked hard upon it.  She released mine and I heard her gasp out loud.  Her thighs closed tight about my head and she gave a cry.   Her finger was still inside my ass as her tongue flicked against my clit.  I was going to come again.   I licked hard against her clit as my orgasm built and built.  Her thighs were twitching against the sides of my head.  I squeezed her ass cheeks hard and pulled them wide apart.  She had a finger in my fanny and up my ass.  I was coming.   She was coming.

"Paul?  Jenny?"

I heard the sound of Paul's mother from outside the bedroom door.  

"Are you in there?"  She asked.

We sprang apart as the bedroom door opened.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17f



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17f: The Batting Order Ch. 06

The Batting Order.

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2002 by Paul C. All rights reserved)

As with all my stories all events and characters are fictitious.

Part 6.

Paul.

I ducked under the first ball that Len bowled at me in the nets. He was very hostile. He walked back to his full run up, turned and came thundering in again. He gave his customary hop as he reached his delivery stride and his arm flashed over. The ball was well pitched up and thudded into my leg pad. He could have broken my leg if I hadn't been wearing it.

"Careful Len." Steve called from his position on the ground next to our cricket bags where he was strapping on his own pads. "Save something for them."

"What's got into him?" Steve asked as Len walked back to his starting point.

I bent to pick up some of the balls he'd used and threw them back to the other end of the wicket.

"Can't think." I replied.

Len was running in again. His leap. The arm flashing towards me. The ball pitching about five yards in front heading for my balls. I leapt in the air slightly as I played it down with my bat. Perhaps I should let Steve have a go.

"Do you want a go?" I called to him.

"Knock his head off Len." 

I turned my head and saw Stephanie looking out of one of the windows of the main room in the Pavilion. She would be setting up the member's bar.

Len was coming in again. The ball was bouncing half way down the pitch and heading for my head. Right. Take a half a pace back, keep your eyes on the ball and give a full swing of the bat. You always know when you have made a good contact with a cricket ball because you hardly feel the impact. I watched as the netting to my left caught the ball and returned it to the ground to roll back and come to a stop a foot from where I was standing.

Len stood looking at me, breathing heavily.

"Nice shot." Steve said walking into the open end of the nets. "You would have been caught by square leg."

"Not a chance." I answered, passing him. "Six all the way."

I walked over to where our cricket bags lay aware of two pairs of eyes boring into my back. It was their own fault. If they were going to have a fuck on somebody else's property then they shouldn't complain if anybody watches them. Anyway, I'm sure that would have watched me if the positions had been reversed.

I reached inside my trousers and removed my box, the hard plastic prick and balls protector. Then I sat down and began unbuckling my pads. I looked up and watched as Len ran in to bowl. He'd slowed his run in and was bowling with a much smoother rhythm. Steve played the first ball back with a straight bat. I went back to unbuckling my pads.

"Ah, Paul." 

I turned my head to where the voice had come from. It was Ron Watson the new curate. He'd been in the village since the previous Christmas with his wife and two daughters aged four and two. Behind him I could see Roger, Bill, Fred and Tony. Two, Roger and Bill were already wearing their pads; they must have changed in the pavilion changing rooms. From the team list on the notice board they would be opening the batting, I was down to follow Ron, at number four, followed by Jim Clarke, the team captain, Steve as wicket-keeper, Tony, Len, Arthur and Harry. There had been a space number eleven, the dreaded AN N Other. I wondered whom Jim had got. My father had used to play but hadn't for two years. I was sure he would have somebody in mind.

"I'm glad you could make it down." Ron said as he pulled on his batting gloves. "Jim has had an awful job getting a team what with people being away on holiday."

"He'll manage." I said, encouragingly. "He always does."

"He asked your father but he turned him down."

"Well, he's getting on a bit."

"He's only fifty-two." Ron didn't sound very charitable towards my father. "How is your wife."

He was remembering his pastoral duties.

"She's very well."

"We were all very concerned when we heard about your plane crash in Spain."

"She's fully recovered now."

"Will you be getting another plane?"

I wasn't sure. I didn't really feel much like flying anymore. I didn't know why it wasn't in my blood like it was with my father and grandfather. They would live in theirs but I seemed to take more after my great Uncle Alistair. He'd never flown a plane in his life. He had been a concert pianist before he lost a hand in the First World War. 

"Probably." I replied. "One day."

Great Uncle Alistair. It had been nice of Jenny to lay her bouquet on his grave after our wedding. Mother always made sure that his plot in the Old Catholic graveyard was well tended.

"At least the weather should hold fine." Roger, our opening bat remarked.

He had been good in his day but the years were catching up with him. He must be in his late forties now. He had been opening the batting with Bill since I had been a child. I supposed that one day they would have to be told they weren't really up to it anymore, but I wouldn't want to be the captain who had to tell them. Usually you were dropped down the batting order until the penny dropped and you made it easier on the rest of the team and decided to retire from playing and take up umpiring. 

People were starting to file through the main gates and start inspecting the stalls. I looked at my wristwatch. It was just after twelve. There was a honking of car horns and I stood as a procession of cars and a minibus came through the gate at the side of the pavilion. The opposition had arrived. I saw Jim Clarke our captain pointing out places for them to park. I had only played in this fixture once before. I had always been busy during the last few summers.

I studied the occupants of the various vehicles as they got out. I remembered one or two faces but the majority were strangers to me. The balance of the team looked much the same as ours. A couple of middle-aged stalwarts, some late twenties early thirties and some late teens early twenties. They had brought a couple of nice women. More than a couple. Steve appeared by my side and started unbuckling his pads. 

"Nice." He observed, nodding to one particularly pretty girl.

"Do you know her?" I asked.

I would be surprised if he had said no. He seemed to have gone out with most of the girls of our age in the area and popped the cherries of a lot. 

"No."

"I'm surprised."

She was with a tall lad of about our age. He had wide shoulders and blond hair. 

"I know him." Steve said, inclining his head in the man's direction.

"Jerry Thomson." He continued. "Been off to University. I hear he's on the counties books."

I'd heard of the name. He had played in the Combined Universities side. My handful of games in my Universities side paled into insignificance beside that. And for him to be on the books of a professional county team as well. We could have our work cut out today.

There was another car horn beeping at the gate. I turned my head and saw my mother's car. That looked like Jenny and Lynda with her. I hurried across to open it and stood aside as they drove past. My mother didn't look happy.

Jenny.

Paul's mother stood in the doorway looking down at our naked bodies. I turned away from her and dropped off the edge of the mattress onto the floor.

"Well." She said. "Excuse me."

I looked up over the edge of the bed. Lynda was sitting up on the bed appearing totally unconcerned.

She stretched and yawned. Her nipples were still hard and one still glistened with my saliva.

"Sorry." She said, covering her mouth with her hand, letting her fingers linger beneath her nose. "We were having a little sleep. Ian and I caught the three-thirty train from Newcastle this morning. It takes a lot out of you."

She was rubbing her upper lip, the tips of two of the fingers she'd had inside me a few moments before just touching her nostrils. I wished I'd had the courage to lift my own fingers to my nose.

"I'll wait for you to dress downstairs." Paul's mother said, starting to close the door. "Did Paul tell you about this afternoon?"

"No." I coughed to clear my throat, placing my hand in front of my mouth as I did so. I could smell Lynda's fanny. "What about this afternoon?"

"That you are all helping with the teas and bars."

The door was closed without her waiting for a reply.

So that was why Paul wanted to leave in a hurry. Wait until I get hold of him. He would have to wait.

"Do you think she saw anything?" I asked Lynda nervously as I stood up.

"Naw." Lynda replied. "You moved too quickly."

She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, moving to stand by my side me and, placing one arm around my back pulled me close to her.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, as first one then a second hand felt for my ass cheeks.

"I don't want to go to any cricket match." She breathed into my hair. "I was hoping we could spend a few hours alone together."

I could feel her pubic hairs pressing against my own. Oh yes. To lie back and open my legs for her and feel her tongue licking at the lips of my fanny.

One of us was going to have to be strong.

"We had best get dressed." I said.

Her fingertip was touching my anus. I threw back my head and sighed.

"We must." I tried to insist.

Her other finger was between our bodies, searching through my pubic hairs, finding my clit, rubbing it as her other finger was my anus.

I gasped out loud.

"No. No." I tried to protest but my body couldn't move.

She was licking at my ear. I'm anybody's when they do that. I turned my head to give her better access feeling the pressure mounting between my legs. The pressure building.

"Are you coming?" A voice from far away was asking.

Oh, yes. I was.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17g



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17g: The Batting Order Ch. 07

(Copyright 2002.  All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

Part 7.

Jenny.

The atmosphere in the car had been strained during the short drive to the cricket field.   I sat in the front beside Mary, Paul's mother, not trusting Lynda to leave my body alone if I had sat in the back with her.  Or was that me leaving her alone?

Paul came across to the car as we climbed out.  I made a big show out of kissing him, hopefully conveying the impression to Mary that I was as heterosexual as she was.  His hand slipped behind my back and squeezed one of my ass cheeks.

"Just wait until I get you alone."  I whispered in his ear.

"Hmm."  He replied.

"You told your mother we would work on her stalls."

"Oh."  He moved back and held me at arm's length with his hands upon my hips.  "I diddn't." He stammered, he always had trouble speaking when he was nervous.  "My mother told me."

"You will help her out.  Won't you?"   He continued.  "She's terribly short of helpers."

He could look dejected when he wanted too.  I had to smile at him.  He beamed back and pulled me close, crushing my breasts against his chest.

"Come along Jenny."   Mary called from the corner of the pavilion.  "I would like you to run the bar in here for the members and teams."

She and Lynda were heading towards the main marquee.

That wasn't too bad.   It wouldn't be very busy and Paul would be with me when he wasn't either batting or fielding.

Talking about Paul.  I could feel his prick growing hard against my pubic mound.

"Coming."  I called to her, pulling my body from his prick, looking down at it and then up into his face.

"This is not the time or the place."  I admonished, in my best, soon to be a teacher voice.

"Sorry."  He mumbled.  "I can't help it."

"Control it, you mean."

"I must go."  I continued.   "Make it go down and I'll look after it for you tonight."

I suddenly felt quite brazen.  I don't think I had ever said anything like that to Paul before.  He looked a little shocked.

"Be good."  I said and turned away, hurrying to the pavilion entrance.

Inside I saw Stephanie standing behind the bar.

"I'm glad you are here."  She said, handing me the key to the small cash box that I knew would be under the bar.   "I must go and make sure the main bar in the marquee is set up and let my Dad go back to the Pub."

"You have a twenty pounds float."   She continued heading towards the door.  "Thank you for helping out."

I went behind the bar.  I could hear voices from the visitor's dressing room where the opposition was changing.  Some of their supporters were standing facing me, expectant looks upon their faces.  

"I'll be with you in a minute," I said, looking behind the bar to see what stock I had and where everything was.

Steph was well organised.  There was a list of drinks and their prices behind the bar, underneath the cash box and another stuck to the wall for the customers to see.  I opened the cash box, took a deep breath and lifting my head said.

"Who's first."

*********************************************

Shirley 

I pulled up outside Paul's parent's house in Jenny's VW Beetle.   He'd left the front door ajar for me.  He didn't want me to spend too much time on the front doorstep while he answered the door to me.  Not that any of his neighbours would be likely to comment.  They knew it was his daughters car and I was still a fairly regular visitor.

I climbed out from behind the steering wheel and locked the door behind me.  Hurrying across the gravel and up the three steps between the two stone columns I entered the house and closed the door behind me.   I was already breathing heavily.  I leaned back against the door and took two deep breaths.

"David?"  I called out softly.

"Up here," came his reply.

I looked up the staircase and saw him standing by the door of the master bedroom.  He was dressed in his bathrobe.  He certainly didn't want to hang about.

"Come up."  He said.

I mounted the stairs and climbed towards him.  Yes, he was waiting for me.  The closer I came the more obvious was the bulge in the front of his bathrobe.

I stopped and stood in front of him.  Was this the time to tell him I wanted it to end?   He was pulling me close.  His hands were on the backside of my jeans.  His lips against mine, his tongue pushing between them, filling my mouth.

What was I doing here?  His hands were roaming over my back, pulling my blouse from the waistband of my jeans.  I pushed him away.

"No."   I said.

"What's wrong?"  He asked, looking into my eyes.

"It's."  I started.

"Come with me."  He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry."  He continued his fingers at the buttons of my blouse.   Unfastening them one by one.  "I don't pay you enough attention.   You must think I only want you for the sex.  You know that isn't true."

It was as if he had read my mind.   The last few occasions we had been together had been short.  In one case I had worn the skirt he always insisted I should wear when we met and all he had done was pull my knickers to one side to penetrate me.   Thinking about it that had happened more than once.

When he had come to stay in Gloucester two weeks before I had expected him to book a double room in the hotel for us to share but he had insisted that I only visit him in his.   In case people he knew in business should see him, he'd said.   It wasn't that.  I knew it.  He was worried about being seen sharing a bed with a girl thirty years younger than him.

His fingers were fumbling with the button on my jeans.  It was undone.  I felt the zipper move down, tickling my pubic mound.   I pulled my arms from the sleeves of my jeans and unhooked my bra before laying them flat on the dressing table.   If I left it to him they would end up screwed up in a ball on the floor.

My jeans were too tight to fall to the ground so I pushed them down, over my hips with my knickers and stepped out of them.  I straightened up, naked in front of him.  His eyes roamed over my body, then his hands.

First my breasts.  He liked them.   They must be much firmer than his wife's are.   Next he felt my belly.  That was flat and firm.  Jenny's stuck out a little while Carol and Lynda were all together bigger girls all round.  I didn't like my hips, they stuck out like a cow's did but I knew my ass was good.  Bigger and higher then Jenny's ass, smaller than Lynda and Carole's asses.  David couldn't get enough of it.  His hands were on it again now.   I had always insisted to myself that I would never let a man even touch me there let alone have me but here I was longing for the feel of his finger against my anus.  I gasped out loud as it touched it.

"You like that?"  He asked, breathing into my ear.

He had that fresh, straight from the shower smell.  He wore a subtle, expensive deodorant.  I held him close, feeling the flannel of his bathrobe against my skin.  I threw back my head so that he could kiss my throat as his fingers probed between my ass cheeks.

In the back of my brain somebody was telling me to end it.  That he was too old for me.  That he was just using me for sex.   Sex.   Yes he was and it was what I wanted.  At that moment anyway.

He was pulling away.  Guiding me to the bed.  Lying me down.   He was standing above me.  Looking down at my body.  Dropping his bathrobe to the floor.  His prick was fully up.  The veins were standing proud.  Not overly long but it was thick.  It stretched me and filled me.  

He was moving onto the bed, between my legs.  I could feel his breath on the inside of my thighs.  I bent my knees, opening myself to him.  Feeling the lips of my fanny pulling apart.  Felling his warm breath then his wet tongue against them.

I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue pushed inside me.  I pulled against the back of his head as I felt the pressure build inside.  Felt my clit throbbing demanding his attention.  I lifted my hips from the bed and pushed myself towards him.

I let go a shriek of pleasure as his tongue touched my clit.  I was coming so quickly.  I never came like this with younger men.  

His finger was inside me then against my anus.  I stifled a cry of pain as he pushed it inside me and worked it in and out.

"Stop."  I said, pulling away from him.  "I'm too dry."

He pulled his finger from me and lifted his head to look at my face.

"I have something I could use."  He said, smiling.   "Will you kneel down?"

I hadn't thought he'd want me there today.   I wasn't sure I wanted it but he was kneeling in front of me, guiding me onto my face then onto my hands and knees. 

I couldn't see him and for a moment a felt a surge of panic inside me.  Then his hands were on my ass cheeks, massaging them, pulling them apart.  He didn't move for a few seconds and I could imagine him looking down at my anus.

Then he was moving.  Standing by my side.  Opening a drawer in his bedside table and removing a jar of Vaseline.  The bed moved again as he took his place behind me.  His hands were back on my ass cheeks.  Feeling them.  I tried to relax.  To enjoy the sensations but part of me was tense, anticipating the coming invasion of my bowels.

His hands left my as cheeks and I heard the sound of the top coming off the jar of Vaseline.  Again there was this voice inside me.  Why was I letting him do this to me?  I didn't want this.  But he did.  

I jumped slightly as he coated my anus with lubricant.  Rubbing it into my tight folds of skin.  Folds of skin that automatically contracted at the touch of his fingertip.   He pushed his finger against my hole and I squeezed tight to prevent his access.   

"Come on."  He said, pushing again.   "Relax."

Despite myself I felt my anus opening, felt his finger pushing inside me.  He pulled it out and I felt more Vaseline being applied.  His finger was against my hole again.  His time, no amount of squeezing of my sphincter was going to stop it.  It was inside.  Passed his first knuckle, his second.  Right in.

He was moving it in and out.  I was moving my hips in time.  It felt so uncomfortable but so good.  He took it out.  More Vaseline then two fingers.  This hurt.  He was pushing them up inside me.  Trying to open them, to spread my anus.

"Are you alright?"  He asked.

Should I say no, it hurts?  

I just grunted.

He was moving them in and out again.   The pain had gone to be replaced by a warm feeling.  A strange but not unpleasant feeling.  I shifted my knees wider apart.   That was better.  

He pulled his fingers from me and I felt the warmth of his body as he moved closer on the bed behind me.  One hand was holding wide my ass cheeks as he placed the head of his prick against my hole.  Again my anus contracted as he pushed against it.  I willed it to relax, to let him in. 

I cried out as he did.   He was too big for me.  He was stretching me.  It hurt.  Then he was inside.  His balls banged against the lips of my fanny as he drove his prick hard deep inside me.  I cried out again.   He pulled back then pushed in again and again.  Moving faster with each thrust.  I wanted him to stop.  I wanted him to finish.  I wanted him to come.

His hands were on my hips, pulling my ass towards him each time he thrust inside me.  I heard him grunt, with effort or pleasure I couldn't tell.  I tried to squeeze his prick as it moved in and out.  

He slowed for a moment then speeded up.  Shorter, faster strokes.  I heard his breathing change.  I imagined his prick swelling inside me.  Then with a thrust that drove the breath from my body I felt him jerking inside me.

I groaned as he pulled slowly from me and stayed in position as he hurried to the bathroom.

That hurt.  My anus felt on fire.

I heard the shower running and imagined him beneath it cleaning his prick.   

I squeezed with my sphincter.   Mistake.  More pain.

I slowly moved from the bed and stood up.   I was moving like an old woman.  The door to the bathroom opened and David stood there drying his prick with a towel.  I'd never noticed the grey in his hair before or the lines on his hands and face.

He moved towards me.  His arms out to hold me.  No.  No more.

"I'm sorry David."  I said, turning away from him and reaching down for my jeans and knickers.  "I want it to end."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17h



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17h: The Batting Order Ch. 08

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2002.   All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

Part 8.

Paul.

"How about your friend?"  Jim asked as we walked out to the wicket to run the roller over the pitch and set up the stumps at either end of the wicket.

"Who?"  I asked in reply.

"He's in the pavilion bar."

"Oh you mean Ian."  I said, taking hold of one of the bars on the roller and together with Ron, Tony and Harry starting to drag it to the far end of the wicket.  "He says he's never played cricket in his life.  He's Scottish."  I added as way of explanation.

"We need somebody to make up the numbers."  Jim called from his position holding flat the piece of wood to be used as the guide to mark the creases for the batter and bowler.

"I'll ask him."  I promised.

I hoped that we fielded first.  He was already on his second pint of beer when we had left to come out to the pitch and looked like he was looking forward to a long session.  I had helped Jenny behind the bar for five minutes until the first rush had gone and had a quick kiss from her as a reward.

I looked around for Steve but he had been talking to that young girl who had come with Jerry Thomson when I had last seen him.  Len was in the main marquee with Stephanie and Ron, the curate, was talking to the Rector and their respective wives.

That left just the seven of us to do everything.

We finished rolling the pitch and then dragged the roller off the playing area and parked it down the side of the pavilion.

The two umpires were making their way out into the middle to supervise the toss of the coin between the team captains to decide who was to bat first.  

I went back into the pavilion. There was only Ian standing at the bar.

"Ian."  I said standing a little way along the bar from him.  "Would you do me a favour?"

He turned and looked at me.  I never knew how to take him.  He could be as nice as pie one moment then aggressive as hell the next.

"What is it?"  

He slurred the last word.  How much had he had to drink?

"Would you play on our team?"

"We are short a player."  I continued quickly.  "We would only need you to field.  You don't have to do anything else."

He sipped at his beer and looked from Jenny to me.

"Yes."

I hadn't expected that answer.  Not without a few more beers inside him anyway.

"Yes?"

"Sure."  He took another swallow of beer.  "After what you did for us in Egypt."

I always found gratitude hard to take.

"Thank you."   I said and turned to where the visitors changing room door was opening to reveal the opposing team.

"Has anybody seen my girlfriend?"  Jerry Thomson asked, looming over me.

"No."  I replied.

"She's out back with Steve."  Ian said.  "He's teaching her how to play cricket."

I looked out of the rear window at the nets and saw Steve with Jerry's girlfriend.  He had her bent forward slightly with her ass cheeks hard against his groin as he showed her the correct way to hold a cricket bat.

Jerry had left the front of the building and I knocked hurriedly on the windowpane to attract Steve's attention and opened the window.  He looked up, saw me waving at him and backed away from the girl.

"Sally."  I heard Jerry call out.

"Over here."  She replied.  

Steve was moving down the pitch away from her holding one of the practise balls.  He stopped when he was ten yards away, turned and lobbed it underhand towards her.  She swung at it with her bat, connected and sent the ball into the netting at her side.

"I hit it."  She said excitedly.  "Why didn't you show me how to do it like Steve has?"

If I knew Steve he would be showing her how to do something else before too long.

Shirley.

My bum was sore.  It hurt as I took my place behind the steering wheel of Jenny's car, turned the key in the ignition and pulled away.

I hated scenes, and David hadn't taken my telling him it was over very well.  Well he would have to get over it.  There was no future in it for me.  His trip to Gloucester had proved that to me.   I was expected to catch a bus from Cheltenham each day, let him have me a couple of times and then head dutifully back home.

My parents had started asking awkward questions as well.  Where was I going each day?  Who was I meeting?  Was it a boyfriend?  Why couldn't I bring him home to meet them?

I had found it so tiring.  

It wasn't that I didn't like David.  I did.  He was a wonderful lover.  But he was fifty-two and had a wife.  I needed to clear my head for the year ahead at University while I took my masters.  It was nice of Jenny and Paul to let me stay with them.    I was glad they were so happy together.  Paul hadn't so much as looked at me.  He certainly hadn't tried anything on as a number of men I knew would if they had been in his position.  I felt I could treat him like a brother.

I took the road out of Taunton that led to Chipping Marsden.  Only another ten minutes.  

I could have done with a shower before leaving but in the circumstances I had thought better of it.  My bum was still sore despite the Vaseline he had used to penetrate it with.  I could still feel the Vaseline, wet between my bum cheeks.  I sniffed the air.  Could I smell myself?  It must be by association.  He had me up there therefore I should be able to smell it. 

Jenny and Lynda had been pleased to see each other.   Jenny had told me all about their trip to Egypt the previous Christmas when she had gone missing.  A lot of it sounded like it came from an adventure story but Ian's broken ribs had been proof something had happened.  They seemed to get into all sorts of trouble on their holidays.   Even their honeymoon had ended in Paul crashing the aeroplane he had been given as a birthday present a few days earlier.

I wondered if they would take me with them if they went away at Christmas this year?

Ah.  Here was the cricket ground ahead.   Just a pasture really.  With the old wooden pavilion in one corner and an area in the middle which was kept clear of grazing animals by some old iron fences where they actually prepared their playing surface.


A strange game cricket.  Eleven players a side.  This game would be of one innings each with a maximum of forty overs a side.  The bowler would bowl six balls to make up an over and then the next bowler would bowl from the other end of the pitch.

Steve would be playing.  I wonder if he has brought a girlfriend.  It had been awkward seeing him at the wedding of Jenny and Paul.  He had this thin nurse with him.  I could hardly sit with David and I had already let Steve have me the night before.  We had both hung onto an arm.  He'd taken her outside the marquee after Jenny and Paul had left.  I had intended following but the big American called Howie, Carole's husband, had insisted I join their table.   It had been nice talking to Carole but a couple of times I had felt Howie's hand on my thigh under the table and when he had taken me up to dance his hands on my bum.  His father wasn't much better either.   They had both sounded very keen that I accept the invitation Carol made to me to come out and visit her.  Hmm.   I'd have to think about that.

I pulled up at the gate at the back of the pavilion which Paul and Jenny always used.   Steve was standing in the nets talking to a big man and a pretty blond girl.   I honked my horn and Steve came across to open the gates.  I noticed the big man take the girl by the arm and almost drag her around the side of the pavilion.   I could see Paul's face at the window.

I drove through the gate while Steve held it open for me and parked beside a minibus.   I switched off the engine and sat still, wishing my bum hole would stop throbbing.  

There was a knock on the passenger side window and Steve bent to look inside the car.   I liked Steve.  Unfortunately so did a number of other girls.   And Steve liked girls.  

I leaned over and opened the passenger side door and Steve opened it and climbed in.  He placed his arm about my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hello."  He said, smiling.

I noticed his arm remained about my shoulders.

"Hello."  I replied, smiling back at him.

"I haven't seen you since the wedding."  He said, looking around the car and then outside.  

"No."  I agreed.  

I wasn't going to make things easy for him.   He'd taken me into the woods at the pub we had gone to on the night before the wedding and had me.  I didn't mind that, it had been nice.  But then to appear with another girl the next day.   I knew that he would have invited her weeks before, but still.  It was my own fault I suppose.  I was always too easy for him.

His hand was moving down my back, feeling the straps of my bra.

"How have you been?"  He asked.

I wasn't about to confess that I had just been buggered by Paul's father.   His hand was moving lower, nearly on the waistband of my jeans.  I leaned back hard in the seat to halt its progress.   

He wriggled his fingers and pulled his hand away.

"Ow."  He said, rubbing them.   "That hurt."

"Just don't start thinking that I'm yours whenever you want me."

"Oh."  He replied, placing his hand on my shoulder.   "You have somebody?"

"Yes.  No."   

If I said yes and he mentioned it to the others, especially Paul and Jenny, there might be questions asked.  But now that I'd said no he would think that his way was open.

"What is it?"  He insisted, rubbing his fingertip lightly along my cheekbone.  "Yes or no?"

"No."   I turned away; I could feel myself blushing.

It was hot in the car.   I felt his hand on my shoulder again pulling me back to face him.  His eyes looked huge.  They were so close to my own.  I could feel his breath and smell his aftershave.  

His face was moving even closer.  I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine.   His arm was behind my back again and his other hand on my stomach, something was somersaulting inside it.  I could feel myself becoming moist.  I shouldn't be.  I had already made love that day.  Not in there but I had come.  His fingers were on the button at the top of my jeans.  One flick and it was open.

I pulled my head back from his and placed my hand upon his as it started to disappear inside the elastic of my knickers.

"No."  I said.  "Not here.  Not now."

"I don't have much time."  He replied.   "We'll be playing soon."

He rubbed the mound in the front of his cricket whites then guided my hand on top of it.  It felt hard and hot.  Automatically my fingers began undoing his fly buttons.  His own joined in and he lifted his backside as we pushed and pulled his trousers and underpants down to mid-thigh.  I took his prick in my fingers and stroked his foreskin back and forth.  I had had four lovers and if the truth had to be told his prick was probably the smallest I had had.   Between five and six inches long and thin.   But he did know what to do with it.  And with his fingers.  They were behind my head. Pushing it down towards his prick.

I found I couldn't resist him.  Didn't want to resist him and lowered my head.  I could smell his prick. A musty, sweet smell.  I licked my lips and opened my mouth to take the head of it inside holding the base with my fingers.  I heard him gasp as my lips pulled his foreskin back.  I lifted my head then lowered it again.  Then again and again.

I felt his hand on my back then under my arm, his fingers closing around my breast.  I felt my nipple harden, the wetness inside my knickers increase, in both holes.  I must be leaking at the rear.  I thought of the damp patch that it would leave on my knickers and my wetness increased.   

He was groaning out loud.  His fingers tightening around my breast.  Then it was gone, his fingers running down my spine inside my jeans and knickers between my bum cheeks.  I jumped as his finger touched my tender anus.

"Ow."  I mumbled my mouth full of prick.

"Hello."  He panted, exploring my hole with the tip of his finger.  "What's all this?"

I increased the speed of my hand on his prick.  

"Ah."  He said.  "Oh yes."  

His finger had moved from my anus and was rubbing the supersensitive area between my holes.  I loved to be touched there.  His finger was against my slit, pushing my lips apart.   His other hand was on the back of my head as if he was frightened I would leave him at this vital moment.  I felt his cock spasm as his finger entered me.  My head jerked back at the force at which his come hit the back of my throat.   I blocked thoughts of what it was from my mind and swallowed quickly but I could taste it.  Hot, salty and bitter.  

His finger was still moving in and out of me as I lifted my head.  

"Steve."

I turned my head to look through the mist on the front windscreen at Paul.  He was standing with his hands on his hips.  I could feel my face blushing.

"Are you coming?"  Paul continued.  "We're fielding."

Steve pulled his finger from my hole and stretched before pulling up his underpants and trousers.

I sat up and struggled with the button of my own jeans as Steve climbed from the car buttoning the buttons on his trousers.

"Shirley?"  Paul's mother appeared behind him.  "Will you help me in the marquee?  Oh.  I'm sorry."

I felt my face redden even more.    There was a blast of a car horn from the gate.  David was waiting for somebody to open it.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17i



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17i: The Batting Order Ch. 09

Paul.

"If you'll let David in, please, Shirley."  My mother said.

Steve had turned his back and was finishing buttoning his flies.  Shirley was very red faced.   From embarrassment or exertion I couldn't tell.

"Well, let's go then."  Steve said walking briskly to where his cricket bag lay.  "Help me on with my pads, Paul."

I followed him and knelt behind him to tighten the straps after he had place the pads in place.  From the corner of my eye I watched Shirley walk slowly to the gate and open it.  My father pulled in beside Jenny's car and got out.   They stood looking at each other for a few seconds then he said something.  Shirley turned on her heel and walked quickly away.  My mother approached my father and said something to him looking in my direction and then towards the pavilion.  I could see Jenny looking out of the window.  I smiled at her and waved.

"Are you ready?"  Jim Clark called from the corner of the Pavilion.

"Just coming."  I called back.

Could I smell come?

Steve had undone the front buttons of his trousers and was fitting his prick and balls protector into place.  He had turned so that his back was towards my mother, which gave me full view of his prick and pubic hairs.  I had to look.   He stopped for a second with his prick in his fingers pointing it at my mouth then he put it away and fastened the buttons.  

I stood up and we looked at each other.  It had been three years since we had done anything together.  I had to laugh when I thought of how naive I'd been then.  It had all changed in a fortnight on our Venture Scouts camp in Northern Ireland.  Steve had wanked me then fucked me.   I'd quite liked it.  The feeling of warmth as he cock had slid in and out of my ass.  Then had come the rapes by Tommy.  He was dead now.  The pain and humiliation just a bad memory.  I looked from Steve's face at Jenny's in the pavilion window.  So much had changed.  I was married.

"You coming?"  Steve said picking up his gloves.

"Yes."  I replied.  "Let's go."

I picked up Steve and my cricket bags and carried them into the pavilion.   The opening batsmen for East Chipstable were standing outside waiting for us to take our places before walking out to bat.  I threw the bags through the door of our changing room and give Jenny a kiss.  

"What's that for?"  She asked.

"For luck."  

Why was it I could never use the words?

"Good luck then."  She said, kissing me back.

I ran out onto the pitch and towards the wicket.

"Into the covers, Paul."  Jim instructed.

As usual, the younger members of the team were fielding away from the wicket, where most of the running about would be done.  Len was to open the bowling.  He had marked out his run up and stood glaring at the opening batsman as he prepared to receive the first ball.

"What do we do then?"   

Ian had appeared by my side, he smelled strongly of beer.

"You shouldn't be here."  I said as Len started to run in.  "Where did Jim tell you to stand?"

"Oh, over there."  He waved in the general direction of where Len had started his run up from.

Crack.  The batsman had hit the ball and it shot past Len to where Ian had pointed and on to the boundary markers for four runs.

"That was why he wanted you to stand there."

The ball was stopped by a large man in a yellow jacket and thrown to Ron Watson he had jogged across from his position at long on.   

"You had best go back there."  I said to Ian, conscious that the whole team's eyes were upon us.   "Just stop every ball and throw it in to Steve."

"Och aye man."  Ian said,   "I'll do that for you."

Len waited until Ian was in position and ran in again to bowl.  His arm flashed over, the ball was well pitched up and thudded into the batsman's pad.

"Howzat!"  Steve, Len and the three other close fielders cried out as one.

Nobody moved, then slowly, almost apologetically the umpire raised one finger and pointed it at the batsman.   The batsman looked down at his pads, then placed his bat under his arm and walked back to the pavilion.

We all crowded into the middle and congratulated Len.

"What happened?"  Ian asked.

"He was out."  I explained.  "Leg before wicket.  It's when his leg stops the ball from hitting his stumps."

Ian looked lost but headed back to his place in the field.   He waved his arms at the pavilion.



Jenny.

I finished filling the tea urn with water and put it on to boil.

What was Ian waving for?   Jerry was walking out to bat and his girlfriend, Sally, came into the bar.  

"That man," she nodded towards Ian, "wants you to take him a pint of beer."

I don't think I liked her.  She seemed very haughty.  

"I don't think they allow pints of beer on the cricket pitch."  I replied.

"I just pass the messages.  Do you have a cold coke?"

I opened the fridge against the back wall and took out a small bottle.  I opened it and placed it on the counter with a glass tumbler.  She looked at them, then at me.

"Twenty-five pence please."  I asked, smiling sweetly.

What did she expect me to do?  Pour it for her?

She fumbled in her handbag for her purse and handed me a fifty pence piece.   I took her change from the till and handed it to her.  She placed it into her purse and closed the bag. She looked down at her bottle of coke and the tumbler.

"Do you know Steve?"   I asked, ignoring her glance.  "From before, I mean?"

"Who?"

"Steve."  I picked up a beer glass and polished it with my tea towel.  "You were in the nets with him."

"Oh him."  She picked up the glass and bottle and poured some coke, it frothed up and spilled over the rim.  "No.  I only met him today."

She shook some coke from her fingers then wiped them on one of the drink's cloths that were laid out on top of the bar.

"He's nice, Steve."  I continued.

He wasn't really my type but all the other girls seemed to like him.  I knew Shirley had.

"He tries it on a bit."  She remarked, taking a sip from her glass.   "How well do you know him?"

She looked down at my hand and saw my wedding and engagement ring.

"Oh!"  She exclaimed.  "You're married."

"Yes."  I replied.

"Is he here?"

"He's playing."

There was a round of applause from outside.   I looked out through the open doorway at the players.   Nobody was moving so the applause must have been for a scoring shoot.

"That'll be Jerry."   She remarked casually as another burst of applause rang out.  "He's too good for this level of play.  He's playing for the county next year.   He was in the Combined Universities team."

"Oh Paul, my husband, played for our University."

"I didn't realise you had been to University."

"We both went."  

"What did you read?"  She asked in a way that left me with no doubt that she couldn't care less what we had read.

"I read English and modern languages and Paul read economics."  I found myself having to answer her.

"Hello."  Lynda said entering the pavilion carrying two jugs of milk for the tea.  "Have you seen Ian?"

"He's out there."  I nodded towards the cricket pitch.  "He's playing."

"Ian."   She said, staring out through the doorway.   "You must be joking."

I walked to her side and stood close beside her, close enough for our arms to touch, for me to smell her light deodorant.  

"There he is."  I said, reaching out an arm and pointing.   "He's waving."

"He want's that beer."   Sally said from her position at the bar.

"I'd better take him one then."  Lynda said, reaching into a tight pocket at the front of her jeans.  "How much?"

"Eighty pence."  I told her and moved back behind the bar to pull the beer into a pint glass.

There was another burst of clapping from outside.   Sally walked out through the doorway.  Lynda watched her go then joined me behind the bar.

"I thought she'd never go."  She said, placing her hand on one of my buttocks and gently squeezing it.

"We shouldn't."  I protested quietly, conscious of the throbbing of my clitoris.  "Not here.   Ian's beer."

"I'll take it to him."  She said and almost ran from the pavilion with the glass in her hand.

I followed her to the door and looked out.  The East Chipstable side was off to one side of the pavilion with their supporters, sitting on the two old benches or on blankets on the grass.  The two scorers sat at the table and chairs on the other side.  Further along former home team members and various wives and girlfriends were sitting on deck chairs and benches.  Arthur's wife Rose was scoring for our team and a spotty youth was scoring for the opposition.  Rose's sons Larry and Thomas were changing the numbers on the big black scoreboard, arguing who's turn it was with the handles of the board each time a run was scored.  And they scoreboard was changing rapidly.   They were in the fifth over and had already scored over thirty runs.   Len was bowling.  He bounced the ball hard into the pitch and it flew towards Jerry's head.  The sound of the bat as it hit the ball was like a pistol going off.  I watched the ball sail over the boundary markers and hit the roof of the marquee.  Six runs.  Forty for one after five overs.    At this rate they were going to score over two hundred runs.   

Lynda was coming back, running towards me, her breasts bouncing.  I could see the men in the East Chipstable party looking.  She had left Ian's beer by one of the boundary markers and I could see him edging towards it when he thought the rest of the team were not looking.

Two of the East Chipstable team came in to enquire whether they could have some tea and I told them at least twenty minutes.  They bought some cokes and left.  

Lynda slipped behind the bar and pulled a couple of pints for two of our former members who took them out to their chairs.  Her hand was back on my buttock before they had left the room.

"Where can we go?"  She breathed into my ear.

I looked around.  Behind the bar there was a door on either side.  One led to the home team changing room and the other to the small storeroom.   On the far side of the room was a door leading to the away team's dressing room.   Both changing rooms could be in use; there was a toilet and shower in each.  That left the storeroom.  I opened it and Lynda followed me inside.  It smelled dusty.  It was full of the practice kit.  Stumps, balls, pads and bats.  Pots of paint.  Spare boundary markers.  Other old items of clothing.   The odd cricket boot.

I turned to face Lynda and she pulled me towards her.   We kissed our tongues inside each other's mouths.  Our hands upon each other's buttocks, feeling and squeezing.  We ground our fannies together.  Pulling each other closer with our hands.  

I stepped back, breathing heavily and undid the top button on her jeans.   I slowly pulled down her zip, looking up into her eyes and finding them wide with lust.   I pulled her jeans and knickers to the floor, kneeling before as I did so and breathing in the smells from between her legs.   I lifted one of her feet from her clothes and looked at her slit as it opened before me.  I extended my tongue to touch it.  Feeling her hands on the back of my head and hearing her gasp.  I licked again then lowered her foot.  Her slit disappeared from view.  She let out a low moan of disappointment.

I looked around quickly and reached out to the shelf beside me and picked up a spare stump.  An inch or more in diameter, made of wood, about thirty inches long with a sharp point for standing up in the ground at one end and slightly rounded at the other with a grove cut through the top where the bails were laid when in use.

"Oh."  Lynda gasped when she saw what was in my hand.

"Yes?"  I asked, my voice hardly above a whisper.

"Yes."  She sighed.

"Kneel down."  I commanded gently.

I suddenly felt in control.  In all our previous love making it had been Lynda that had been the aggressor.  Now it was my turn.

She knelt down, head towards the door, backside in the air.   The last time I had seen her in this position had been at Jerez El McToomb's palace in Cairo after we had rescued Lynda and little Cleo from Herr Kessler and Hamed and the others.  Then her tongue had been licking at my clit while the American, Michelle, had fed Paul's prick into her anus.   That had been the first and only time I had made love with Paul and other women at the same time.

I held open her buttocks and looked down at her anus.  Tight, wrinkled and light brown.  I could understand Paul's fascination with them.  But now I was after something else.   I pulled the lips of her fanny apart and gazed at the moist pink flesh I had exposed.  Her thighs twitched.   I placed the rounded end of the stump between her open lips and worked it slowly in and out.  

She groaned as it penetrated her.   Her buttocks clenching and relaxing as I moved it in and out.  She threw back her head and gasped as I released her fanny lips and sought her clit with my fingertip.  I found it, pea shaped and sized.  I rubbed it.  Faster.  Suddenly conscious that I may not have much time. That a customer could come into the bar at any moment. 

Lynda moaned and gasped then swore.  

"Oh yes.  Fucking yes."

I rubbed faster, still working the stump in and out of her.  For a few seconds she stopped breathing, then she tensed, then she relaxed with a sigh.

I placed one hand on her buttocks as I pulled the stump from her hole.  Her fanny lips came with it at first, as if reluctant to let it go, then it was out.  I lifted it to my nose and sniffed, breathing in her smells.  I had always thought it disgusting of Paul when he would sniff his fingers after he had fingered me.  I could understand him now.

I replaced the stump on the shelf as Lynda pulled up her jeans and panties.  We stood facing each other and smiled.  

"Jenny?  Lynda?"  Paul's mother's voice came from outside the door.

"Oh fuck."  I thought.

"Oh fuck."  Lynda said.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17j



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17j: The Batting Order Ch. 10

Jenny

Lynda tucked her blouse into the waistband of her jeans and cleared some beads of sweat from her brow with a finger that she wiped on her backside. We smiled at one another, she took a couple of deep breaths and I opened the door.

Paul's mother, Mary, stood on the far side of the bar with her hands on her hips.

"There you are." She stormed. "You were gone so long. What have you been doing?"

"I was just showing her around." I replied indignantly.

"We are getting very busy in the main marquee." Mary went on, ignoring my remark.

"I was just coming back." Lynda said, I could feel her fingers on the back of my thigh.

"Perhaps it would be best if Jenny came back with me for now." Mary said, heading towards the home team dressing room. "Keep watch while I use the loo."

There were some portable toilets in a corner of the field and some public toilets in the playing field next door but most of the women connected to the cricket team used the ones in the home dressing room. 

Beyond the playing field was the village primary school. Paul had gone there. I hoped I would teach there one day. I wanted to live in Paul's grandfathers house and teach in that school.

I showed Lynda where everything was and explained the workings of the water heater to her. Being an archaeologist she should be at home with it. The water in the tea urn was bubbling and I explained that was free to the teams and their guests. I showed her the list of bar prices and said I would come back and change the beer barrel for her if she wanted me to. She huffed at that.

"I was working in a pub in Bristol, before." She started.

Before she had been taken to the old barn in the next valley tied up and gang raped. What a fool I was.

The tears welled in her eyes. She'd never cried about that before or about what had happened to her in Egypt. Not in my presence anyway. She was crying now. I held her tight. Ran my fingers through her hair and made soothing noises.

"What's wrong." Mary said from the changing room doorway.

"It was something I said." I blurted out.

I was crying.

"Brought back some memories." I continued.

Mary's face softened and she walked closer. 

"I'm sorry." She said.

"It's alright, Mrs Wagstaffe." Lynda lifted her face from my hair. "It's silly of me. Three years ago now."

"It's not silly." Mary said placing her hand on Lynda's shoulder. "I think you were very brave at the time and now. Both of you."

It had been a while back. I had forgotten the pain from Tommy's prick as he had forced it into my anus. Then the humiliation of being made to kneel before them and push the handle of a broom up inside myself while Tommy and his cousin had laughed. Tommy's idea of revenge for our tying him up and forcing one up his ass as punishment for him raping Paul.

What a fortnight that had been. In Northern Ireland whilst on a Girl Guides camping trip I had lost my virginity to Paul. Paul had been raped by Tommy. Carole and Jo had been raped by Small. Then Paul had been mauled by a Black Panther. And to cap it all I had been forced to give blowjobs to the three members of the Rogers family. 

They were all dead now. Small, the Rogers family and the panther. But we weren't. We were alive.

"Are you going to be all right?" I asked, holding Lynda at arm length and looking into her eyes.

"Yes." She sniffed. "I will be fine. I'll stay here."

I was doubtful but allowed Mary to take my arm and lead me around the boundary markers to the main marquee. The air was full of the sounds of mobile generators and the laughs and screams of the children as they dragged reluctant parents around the stalls. I noticed Ian's beer glass was empty and picked it up. He was waving to me so I held it up in what I hoped he would take as a guesture that I was going to re-fill it for him. I looked out across the cricket pitch to where Paul was standing. 

Something inside me was turning somersaults. Now and again all I had to do was look at him and I fell in love again all over. I wanted him. 

I looked at the scoreboard. Ten overs gone and they were sixty-two for one. I couldn't see us winning this game.

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Paul

I couldn't see us winning this game. That Jerry was very good. Jim had taken Len and Harry off to save some overs for later and Tony and Arthur had replaced them as bowlers. They were both fairly accurate but neither was particularly fast. Jerry was enjoying himself.

Crack. Another ball dispatched to the boundary. 

We needed to do something to get rid of Jerry. Another ball heading towards the boundary. This time it was intercepted by Ian. He stooped, picked it up and threw it in to Steve in one motion. The other batsman hadn't been expecting that and was ambling through for a run. The ball thudded into Steve's gloves and he whipped off the bails with the batsman still three yards away from safety.

"Howzat." 

Every team member joined in. The batsman didn't look to the umpire for his decision and started walking back towards the pavilion.

We all crowded around Steve and Ian. Thumping them on the backs and shaking their hands.

"Was that what you wanted?" Ian asked as we walked back towards our fielding positions.

He belched and I caught the smell of beer. 

"It is." I confirmed. "That was great. Keep it up."

I could see Jenny. She was standing in the entrance to the marquee. She was holding a glass of beer in her hand.

"See you later." Ian said, heading in her direction. 

I watched as he took the glass from Jenny and drink from it. He drank again and handed the empty glass back to her. She took it and turned away. I saw his hand rest for a second on her backside but she brushed it aside. Good for her. I turned back to the game.

Arthur was bowling to the new batsman. The ball was well pitched up and he drove it towards me. I fielded it and threw it in to Steve. Another run to them. That was good. It was the end of the over and it meant the Jerry wasn't facing the bowling. If we could keep the new man batting then we might be able to reduce their scoring rate.

I wonder what Jenny is doing.

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Jenny. 

I was given the task of making sandwiches and rolls for the team's break between innings. Shirley was making and selling cups of tea and cakes and sandwiches with Mary. Stephanie and her mother, Gillian, were working behind the makeshift bar that had been set up. The men were standing three deep at it while the women and children were taking their cups of teas and cakes and sitting at the tables and chairs which had been set up along the boundary markers.

The far end of the marquee was full of flowers and vegetable produce on display. This was the annual flower show as well as the cricket match and the judging had taken place in the morning. I could see the red, green and blue cards that had been placed in front of the displays that had won this year.

Outside the marquee were the tents and stalls for the side shows. There was a rifle range, hoopla, roll a penny, catching plastic ducks with hooks, a coconut shy and others. I hoped Paul would get the chance to take me around them between innings.

David was standing at the bar talking to some men. Every now and then I caught him glancing in the direction of Shirley. She would occasionally glance in his direction but would quickly turn her head away if he were looking towards her.

I bet she had gone to visit him this morning. I didn't know whether I envied or pitied her. David was in his fifties. He was still a good-looking man and he had a fascinating history. He had told me parts about his adventures in Spain during the Spanish Civil War. He could have hardly been seventeen years old when he had gone with his parents and his Uncle Alistair to rescue their friend Rodrigo's parents. Reading between the lines, as he wasn't explicit, he had lost his virginity to a young girl who had been shot during their escape and had died in his arms during the voyage in the little fishing boat from Malaga to Gibraltar. Then he had joined the Army during the war and had worked with his father and uncle in one of the small, secretive departments set up by Churchill to fight the war on every level. He had spent a lot of time in the Bahamas and on other Caribbean islands and in Miami. After the war he had settled down in the accountants firm his father was a partner in and married Mary. One final recall to service during the Korean War had resulted in the death of Steve's father. 

Strange that Steve's mother had never married again. She still lived in the small cottage they had shared. A lovely little place, just by the Old Catholic cemetery. Steve had moved out into a flat in Taunton a couple of years back. She must get lonely, living alone like that. She wasn't an old woman either. About forty-eight, Paul had said, just a year or two older than his mother. She couldn't have been man-less all this time, not if she had a tenth of the sex drive of her son. She needed investigating.

That girl Sally had wandered in as was looking disinterestedly at the exhibits on display. There was something about her I didn't like. She was attractive, I suppose. Her dress was short and hugged her body too tightly. Her breasts were a size too large. Or perhaps she was helped there by some careful corseting. She had a pretty face I suppose. Small and round but her nose turned up too much. Her lips were too full and her lipstick too pink. She looked cool. Even in the warmth of the marquee. I could feel a bead of sweat running down my spine. My anus needed scratching. She looked as if she had never scratched hers in her life. 

I looked down at my pile of sandwiches and rolls. That should be enough for their tea. There was a burst of applause from outside. There had been plenty during the time I had spent making these sandwiches but this one was different.

A young boy of about seven or eight ran in and went up to a man standing at the bar.

"Dad. Dad." He exclaimed excitedly. "He's scored a hundred."

The man looked down.

"Who?" He asked.

"The batsman." 

"What's the score?" The man asked.

"One hundred a forty-two for four." The boy looked pleased with himself for remembering.

"How many overs left?" The man continued his interrogation.

"Ten." The boy blurted out breathlessly.

I think that had been the capacity of his memory so I was glad when his father didn't ask for more.

"I best get back to my stall." The man said, reaching through the crowd and placing his glass on the bar.

"This score will take some getting." Another man said loudly to David. "Is that son of yours in form?" 

David's reply was lost in a sudden increase of noise from around the bar. Somebody had told a joke at the far end. It must have been good from the response it received.

"It's too hot in here for this milk." Mary said, suddenly appearing by my side. "Will you take them across to the pavilion and place them in the fridge for me, please Jenny."

"We have some in the cold trays behind the bar." She continued. "But these will go off before we get around to using them."

"Of course I will." I replied. 

"Two of the ladies on the WI stall are going to give us a break on here before the inning ends. Hurry back and Shirley can help you take the food across."

She had everything planned it seemed.

There were eight pints of milk in the crate. They were heavier then they looked as I found out as I bent to lift them.

"Can you manage?" Shirley asked.

I was conscious that Sally was watching me so I threw my head back.

"Of course." I confirmed. "I'll be right back."

I stopped outside the marquee and rested the edge of the crate against my thighs.

"Do you want a hand with that?"

Sally was standing by my side, watching me.

"I'm going that way." She continued, placing her hand on one end of the crate.

"Thanks." I replied, resisting the temptation to turn her offer down. I still didn't like her.

I took hold of the other side of the crate and we walked around the outside of the boundary markers towards the pavilion. Suddenly a cry went up. Tony was writhing on the ground hold one of his knees. The players were crowding around him.

"What happened?" Sally asked me.

"He got in the way of the ball." The same lad I had seen in the tent said as he was passing us. "The big man hit it."

The players were waving their arms and calling to the far side of the ground. I saw the two members of St John Ambulance climb into their Ambulance and start it up. It drove slowly out to the middle of the pitch. A stretcher was brought out of the rear and many hands helped to lift Tony onto it. The Ambulance drove even more slowly from the pitch and some men opened wide the main gates from the field.

"Poor Tony." I observed. 

"Yes." Sally replied.

We carried on in silence. 

There were three local lads standing at the bar. It looked like they were trying to chat up Lynda but hadn't got anywhere. Their faces brightened as we walked in then darkened again as they recognised me.

"Hello lads." I said, taking the crate from Sally and moving behind the bar. "Sally wants you to put this in the fridge. She's scared it will go off."

"Hello Jenny." One of the lads said. "Who's your friend?"

"She's with the opposition." I replied.

"Hello love." Another of the lads called Larry had moved between us and the doorway and was eyeing Sally up and down.

"What do you want?" Sally snapped, taking a step towards where I was standing with Lynda.

The atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed. It was heavy, menacing. I looked at Lynda. I could tell she was sensing it as well. I took her hand in mine. 

There was a sudden burst of applause from outside. The three lads looked at each other then at us.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17k



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17k: The Batting Order Ch. 11

Paul.

We all watched as the Ambulance left the field and turned left onto the main road to Taunton.

"Right Paul." 

I turned my head at the sound of Jim's voice. He threw the cricket ball to me. I fumbled my catch and the ball dropped to my feet. I heard Jerry laugh.

"You finish the over off." Jim continued.

I didn't normally get a chance to bowl. My slow leg spinners were seen as too expensive in this type of limited over cricket. Still there was only four balls left in the over. Jim was bowling himself as the fifth bowler so it would have to be either me or Ron to do it. I had seen Roger and Bill bowling in the nets and Jim was wise not to throw the ball to one of those.

I bent and picked up the ball and helped Jim organise the fielders into their positions. Bowling from the back of the hand the natural spin imparted on the ball would take it away from a right-handed batsman. Occasionally, if the bowler were good, he could get the ball to spin back into the batsman. Normally I would bowl three or four balls spinning away from the batsman before trying to catch him off guard and try to spin it back. A batsman as good as Jerry would be expecting me to do that. 

I turned away from the bowling crease and marked out the five paces of my run up. I turned and looked up. Jerry was crouched over his bat waiting. Steve was ready behind the stumps, all pads and gloves. Ron stood close beside him in a catching position.

I jogged in, brought my arm over and released the ball. It was going to pitch wide of the stumps. Jerry was watching it. The ball landed and spun back towards the stumps keeping low. Too late Jerry moved his bat to play it. The ball struck the outside edge of the offside stump knocking it back and dislodging the bails.

For a second there was silence.

Then there was the applause from the spectators. Loud applause. Then the back slapping from my team mates.

"Got him with a googly. First ball. Well bowled."

Jim was pumping my hand.

I wish Jenny had seen it.

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Jenny.

The lad nearest the door kicked it closed with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Come on." Larry said, placing his hand on Sally's hip. "We're just going to have some fun."

"Get your hand off me." Sally shrieked, slapping his hand away and joining us behind the bar.

I picked up a bottle of milk and Lynda did the same.

The three lads approached the bar. They were smiling.

"Bloody ball."

The door opened and Jerry stormed into the room slapping his bat against one of his pads.

The three lads turned from us and barged past him.

"See you later." Larry said over his shoulder.

"I should have gone out to meet it." Jerry continued, he was so full of his own problems he didn't seem to notice anything else. "It was wide."

The tension was slowly seeping from my body. 

"You're out, are you?" Sally asked.

"Bloody ball." Jerry placed his boot on one of the chairs against the wall outside the away team's dressing room and started unbuckling his pads.

Sally walked from behind the bar and stood by his side resting her hand on his shoulder in a proprietary gesture. Lynda moved closer to me and placed a hand on one of my buttocks. My body tensed as she kneaded my flesh. Sally's hand rubbed across Jerry's shoulder blade and he looked up from unfastening his pad into her eyes. Lynda's fingers were pushing the seam of my jeans into the crevice between my buttocks.

There was another burst of applause from outside.

Jerry straightened up holding his pads in one hand. With the other he pulled Sally to him and planted a kiss upon her lips. I wished Lynda would kiss me.

"I'm going in to change my boots." Jerry said, taking Sally by the hand and walking towards the away-team dressing room door. 

Another man in pads walked in through the door followed by a couple of the East Chipstable supporters. 

"You didn't last long, Mart." Jerry remarked, dropping Sally's hand.

I could see a look of frustration on her face. Probably mirrored on mine as the two supporters asked for drinks and Lynda pulled her hand away to see to there needs. 

"That bloody leg spinner." Mart replied, unfastening his pads. "I played my shot before the ball reached me." 

"Out leg before." He continued.

"I best get back and get the tea things." I said, suddenly remembering.

I began walking back to the marquee. I could see Paul on the far side of the pitch. He was waving to me. He looked pleased with himself. I wonder why? I turned to look at the scoreboard.

One hundred and seventy-two runs for seven wickets. Only three overs to go. I turned back to the field. Len was running in to bowl. All three stumps seemed to go in different directions as the batsman missed the ball and it struck them with force.

"Howzat." 

Everyone was shouting. Why did they have to ask? Everyone could see the man was out.

I waved to Paul who was running in to congratulate Len. He raised two fingers in the air to me. What was he trying to say? Oh well. It couldn't be important.

Back in the marquee David was standing behind the teas counter talking to Shirley and Mary between customers. 

"I'm glad you're back Jenny." Mary said. "Help Shirley with the cakes and sandwiches."

"I'll give you a hand." David said, picking up a tray.

I helped Shirley collect the other items and we walked back to the pavilion.

"East Chipstable are doing well." David observed, walking between Shirley and I. "I wonder who got their star performer?"

"He said it was the leg spinner." I replied.

Paul had tried to explain what one of those was once. It had all seemed needlessly complicated.

"That would be Paul." David said. "He bowls those."

"The other man said he was out to the leg spinner as well."

We reached the pavilion and set up the tea things on the table against the rear wall. I went behind the bar and helped Lynda set up the cups and saucers. The milk jugs were brought out of the fridge and lined up with the sugar bowls.

"We'll need more spoons." Lynda remarked.

"I'll get them." Shirley volunteered.

"I'll help." David said following her.

There was another burst of applause from outside and I walked to the door to see what was happening. Everybody was walking off. The East Chipstable innings must be over. I glanced at the scoreboard. One hundred and ninety-two runs for nine wickets. That was a lot of runs for our team to get.

I looked across to the marquee. Strange. David and Shirley couldn't have reached there this quickly.

The East Chipstable supporters and team-members passed me as they made their ways into the pavilion. Where could they be? I walked around the side of the building. I could hear groans and moans coming from the rear. I tiptoed to the corner and listened.

"Come on." David panted. "You know you want to."

"No. I said." Shirley sounded equally breathless. "No more."

There was the sound of movements and heavy breathing. I peered around the corner. Shirley was standing with her back to the wall of the pavilion about eight yards from me. Her hands were on David's shoulders, whether pushing or pulling I wasn't sure and his hands were on her hips.

One of his hands moved up to cup one of her breasts. She turned her head away from him and me. I heard her gasp.

"Please no. Don't David."

I could see his fingers massaging her breast and imagined the nipple hardening inside her bra. He pressed his body hard against hers and ground his groin against her. 

She sighed and David pulled back. One of his thighs was between hers and as I watched she opened to her legs to give it better access. He was kissing her and his hand had left her breast. It was fumbling with the zip on her jeans. Then it was inside them.


"Oh no." Shirley gasped. "Please." 

Her head was thrown back and she was breathing heavily.

Her orgasm was approaching fast. Her thighs were twitching and she was running her hands through David's hair.

I heard her little cry of pleasure as she came. David's hand remained inside her jeans, hardly moving. Something must have been for Shirley was panting again. I imagined his finger moving against her clit and reached down to massage my own pubic mound. I could feel the tension mounting inside me.

"Hello." I heard Paul's voice behind me and turned and threw my hands around the back of his neck.

"Kiss me." I breathed conscious of the rustling of clothing from around the corner.

Shirley brushed past us heading in the direction of the marquee as Paul's lips touched mine. I opened them to allow the entry of his tongue and explored the tip of it with my own. I pushed my pubic mound into his groin.

"Let's go to the car." I said, pulling my head back from his.

"I've only got half an hour." Paul complained. "For lunch and everything."

"You can start with everything then have your lunch." I replied, taking him by the hand and leading him to my car.

"Hello Paul." David said as we passed the end of the building.

He seemed to be having trouble with something inside his trousers. 

"How did you do?" He continued placing his hands in side the pockets of his trousers.

"I took two wickets." Paul replied and seemed to hesitate as if wanting to talk to his father.

I wasn't having that.

"Come on." I hissed.

"See you later." He said to David. "Jenny wants to show me something."

"See you in the pavilion." David replied and turning his back on us walked quickly towards the far end of the pavilion.

We reached the car and I took my keys from the pocket of my jeans. I opened the driver's door, sat down behind the steering wheel and reached across and released the lock on the passenger's side. Paul joined me inside. There was a smell inside the car. A musty, sexy type of smell. Then there was the faint smell of sweat from Paul's body and his under armpit deodorant. Then my own as I lifted my arms to place them around the back of his head.

We kissed again. Briefly this time. His fingers were already feeling my breasts. Moving from one to the other increasing their sensitivity with each touch. They needed some serious attention. They may not be big but they liked being touched and sucked. I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse and looked at Paul. He was sitting back watching me. If he wanted a show he could have one. I pulled my arms through the sleeves and reaching behind my back, unhooked my bra. I slipped my arms back into my sleeves and threw the bra onto the back seat.

He reached out a hand and felt my breasts again. I looked into his eyes, willing him to suck my nipples. His head moved closer. I could feel his breath against my skin.

I whimpered as the tip of his tongue gently touched my skin.

I ran my fingers through his hair as Shirley had done to his father. I pulled him closer. Filling his mouth. He pulled his head back and looked at me, his fingers moving down to the top of my jeans. One flick and the button was undone. He kissed the underside of my breast as his fingers pulled down on my zip.

There wasn't enough room behind the steering wheel for what I wanted.

"Push the back of your seat back." I panted, struggling out from behind the steering wheel to join him.

He lowered the seat to its fullest extent and kneeled in the well of the car between my open thighs as I settled back. He looked around as his hands pulled at my jeans and panties as I lifted my backside to aid their removal. He placed them on the drivers seat then, with a last look around outside lowered his mouth.

I think I came the moment his tongue touched my clit. He continued licking and sucking, pushing first one then two fingers up inside me. I placed my hands behind my knees and pulled them hard up against my breasts opening myself to him fully. I was going to come again. I cried out sucking in huge lungs full of air. He was moving over me. I reached down from the buttons of his cricket whites and we fumbled together.

He was smiling. I loved him.

His prick was already hard as I guided it into my body. His first thrust took my breath away. Then another and another. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he moved above me, filling then emptying me. I couldn't come again. My body was tensing, as the pressure inside me became incredible. Then the release as he jerked inside me.

He stopped moving and I looked up at him. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. One was running down his nose. It was going to drip. I opened my mouth and caught it on the tip of my tongue. It tasted salty.

He was smiling again. As if he was pleased with himself about something. I was pleased with him.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17l



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17l: The Batting Order Ch. 12

Paul.

I climbed off Jenny's body and stood up outside the car looking around whilst pushing my shirt inside my trousers and doing up the buttons. A grunt came from inside the car and I looked down at Jenny as she struggled into her jeans and knickers. Her ass was raised from the seat as she pulled them up giving me full view of her pubic hairs and fanny lips for a short time. I could see some of my come leaking out of her. Sticking to the little hairs between her two holes.

She wasn't normally this brazen, dragging me off to her car in broad daylight. It must be because Lynda was here. She always seemed to bring her out, make her more confident. I hoped that was all she was bringing out of her. She had also brought out the lesbian in Jenny during our cruise on the Nile. Strange that I didn't feel threatened by it. It would kill me to know that she was going with another man but it didn't bother me that it was with a woman. And that wasn't just because it was Lynda. When we had been in Egypt at the beginning of the year and we had be joined in bed by Lynda and Michelle it had excited me to see them taking turns to go down on her. I had never asked her what she had thought about my buggering the pair of them while they did it. That was the last time I had fucked an ass, come to think of it. 

My anus contracted. It had been the last time I had had a prick up my own ass. I could still remember the look on the face of the guard in that Cairo Prison when he had ordered me to strip in front of him. I had thought it had been so he could give me some prison clothing to wear but the penny had finally dropped when he had ordered me down on my hands and knees. He had done that before judging by the speed in which he had knocked the breath from my body with the end of his stick. I had doubled up and been forced into position whilst gasping for breath. I'd found enough to cry out as his pushed his prick inside me though. I'd never known such pain. 

At least Tommy had lubricated my ass with Vaseline when he had raped me as had Steve when he had introduced me to anal sex shortly before.

"You in there somewhere?" Jenny asked, standing by my side.

I looked down at her face, flushed from our sex together. She had been letting her hair grow. I preferred it longer.

I placed my hand on the small of her back and kissed her on the lips. 

"I was just thinking about something." I replied as our lips parted and she leaned her head on my chest.

"What about?" 

"Nothing really."

"Come on." She insisted. "Tell me."

"Just thinking about Egypt." 

"Oh." She looked up at me again a smile on the corners of her lips. "That. A once in a lifetime experience. I can't think what got over us. Well, we are married now and married people don't do things like that. Shall we skip the scrum in there and have a look around the stalls."

"Won't my mother need your help?" I asked, holding her hand and allowing her to guide me towards the marquee.

"There are plenty of people in there who can hand out sandwiches and make cups of tea."

I was a little dubious. I might be twenty-two and a married man but I still didn't like defying my parents in anyway. Well, not if they were likely to find out.

I looked back over my shoulder at the pavilion. I felt very guilty. 

"Do you have any money?" Jenny suddenly asked.

I tapped my back pocket. I always carried it on the cricket pitch. Force of habit. Nobody was likely to go into the dressing room; I just didn't feel dressed without it.

"I have about fifteen pounds on me." I replied.

"Oh good." Her face was beaming. "There are some plants for sale. Damn."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Left my bra in the car."

"Nobody will notice." I replied, not very gallantly.

But it was true. Her breasts weren't her most striking features. Too small.

"It just doesn't feel right. I'm sure everybody will stare."

I looked back towards the pavilion. My mother was standing in the doorway.

"Do you want to go back for it?" I asked her.

"Not likely." She replied pulling me through the entrance to the marquee.

Len was standing at one end of the bar talking to Stephanie and sharing her workers sandwiches with her. He took a sip from a pint glass of beer and spotted us. We waved and turned towards the far end of the marquee. The air was full of the scent of freshly dug soil and flowers.

We walked slowly along looking at the exhibits. Jenny stopped and carefully studied the entries to the various competitions from the local primary school children. There were paintings and saucers full of soil with arrangements of shells, sands, gravel's and flowers. I remembered doing one of those once myself. I hadn't won. Penny Wright had. 

She was the first girl I'd ever put my finger inside. One day on the back seat of the coach on a day-trip from school. Steve had got her practically naked and had pulled her fanny lips open for me to see inside. Then he had fingered her. I had watched, fascinated. First at the way his finger appeared and disappeared then up at her face. She had had a far away look upon it. Then Steve had removed his finger, held it under first his nose, then mine. It had smelled sort of fishy. My prick had been throbbing I remembered that. Then he had moved aside and told me to take over. I had pushed my finger inside Penny as gently as I could in case I broke something. She had looked at me then closed her eyes and smiled. Then, as I moved it in and out faster and faster she grunted, placed her hand over her mouth and turned her head away. Her thighs had clamped tight around my hand and it was a few seconds before I could pull my finger out of her. I wonder what had become of her? I hadn't seen her in years. I remember that her parents had moved to London. She could be anywhere now. 

I'd liked Penny. Steve had shagged her for the first time on the sofa in the living room in my grandparent's cottage one Sunday in late November. They were out for the afternoon and I had cycled up from Taunton to have lunch with Steve and his mother. After lunch, Steve and I had gone to my grandparent's house to take Millie for a walk. We had meet Penny and a couple of her friends outside the church. Her friends had giggled as Steve had asked her if she wanted to come with us. 

I had been told to go into the kitchen with Millie. The serving hatch had been open a little and in the mirror above the fireplace I had watched as Steve had slowly undressed her. First her jumper, then her bra. Her breasts hadn't been very big. About Jenny's size but the brown bit around her nipples had been much darker. Her skirt was short and thick, her tights wollen. He had had some difficulty getting her to agree to his removing them but at last they had and she had sat there with her skirt around her waist. I already knew what her fanny looked liked but I still got a hard on as Steve had parted her thighs. He had pushed a finger inside her, then a second. I knew what she smelled like. I'd taken my own cock out before Steve has taken his. 

They had disappeared from view as they had lain together on the sofa. I had inched one door of the serving hatch open wider to see where they were. Her thighs had been wide open and Steve had been kneeling between them. She had cried out as he had lunged forward. Not a scream exactly, but more than a whimper. It hadn't lasted for more than a minute. Steve had pulled out when he had came. I could just see his come landing on her belly. Then Steve had climbed from her. His cock had been red. He'd said something to her and left to go to the bathroom, holding his underpants and trousers up with one hand. Penny had just lain there, legs bent and thighs open. It had sounded like she was crying. Steve had entered the kitchen at that moment and I had leapt away from the hatch, stuffing my cock back inside my trousers and made a fuss of Millie.

"Just getting some ideas." She mumbled.

She was enjoying herself. Some children had written some stories about the Easter break as a handwriting exercise.

"I think that one should have won it." She said pointing to the entry that had been placed second.

I couldn't see much in it myself. I glanced at the names. That explained it. I didn't want to get into an explanation of village politics so I agreed with her.

"I think you are right."

"Shall we look at the stalls outside?" She suggested, taking my hand.

"Fine." I squeezed her hand and felt her return the pressure. "If you want to."

We walked back outside, blinking in the bright sunshine. "Where first?" She asked excitedly.

We stopped at the White Elephant stall and Jenny picked up and examined a few items then we moved on. We bought some raffle tickets from the WI at the next stall, played hoop-la at the next and watched Jerry firing on the rifle range. He won a soft toy, which he gave to Sally in return for a kiss.

"Will you buy me those?" 

She was pointing at a pair of flowering plants in identical pots on the next stall.

"I can give you some money." I suggested. "Then you can buy what you like."

She gave an exasperated huff.

"I like you to buy me things."

I didn't see the difference myself but I reached into my back pocket and took out my wallet. I handed over a note to the lady behind the stall, pocketed my change and followed Jenny to the next stall along, carrying the plant pots.

"You have a go." Jenny urged at the coconut shy.

"I'm no good at things like that." I replied.

You could look very foolish, throwing balls at coconuts. Especially if you missed as I always did.

"Win me a coconut." Sally said to Jerry as they came up to our side.

"Ok." He said, handing over a coin and taking the three balls off the stall keeper.

"You have a go." Jenny whispered. "Go on."

"Isn't you friend having a go?" Sally asked.

"He's my husband," Jenny snapped," and yes, he is."

"Oh, it's you." Jerry said, as if he'd just seen us. "Lucky ball, that."

"It did what I wanted it to do."

It had done more than that. I don't know who had been the more surprised when it had turned back into his stumps that way. 

He looked down at me then turned away. Jenny had taken three balls from the stall keeper. It looked as if there was going to be no escape. I placed the pots on the floor and took some coins from my pocket.

"Go on." Jenny squeezed my arm. 

There was a light in her eyes. It was infectious. Right. She wanted a coconut.

I watched as Jerry's first ball slid past the side of a coconut, you couldn't have got a piece of paper between them. 

"Your turn." Jenny urged, handing me a ball. "Knock one down, please." She whispered.

She was close enough for me to smell her deodorant. 

I hefted the ball in my right hand. Left foot forward, take aim, throw. The ball struck the coconut next to the one I was aiming at and it fell to the ground.

"Oh, look." Jenny exclaimed, jumping up and down by my side.

The stall keeper handed over the coconut to Jenny.

"Do you want these?" She said, offering the two remaining balls to Sally. "We've already won one."

They both glowered at us and Jerry threw his second ball. It missed easily. He could be flustered. That might come in handy to know. Get him worked up and he might go to pieces.

"Come on." Sally urged. "You can do it."

"There are two more balls here if you want them." Jenny offered sweetly.

I could see Jerry was getting flustered. Should I rub it in?

"Perhaps your eye isn't in today?" I asked.

"You bowled him? Didn't you Paul?" Jenny asked.

"I believe I did." 

I didn't like the way Jerry was looking at me as if deciding which part of my anatomy would look best with the imprint of a cricket ball on it. 

"Let's get back and help out with the teas." I continued to Jenny, stooping and picking up the plant pots.

Without waiting to watch Jerry's third throw we turned away and headed back towards the pavilion. I heard it thud into the canvas screen at the rear of the shy but didn't hear anything fall to the ground like a coconut. Jenny was smiling.

"I thought it best to offer them your remaining balls." She said, placing her hand on my bicep and walking very close. "I knew you wouldn't hit another one."

The thought flashed across my mind that I should turn around, go back and win two more coconuts. But she was probably right. Best go help with the teas. I could see my mother standing in the doorway.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17m



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17m: The Batting Order Ch. 13

Jenny.

We walked into the main room of the pavilion after placing the plants and coconut in my car. 

The room was full of people taking sandwiches and cups of tea from the bar. It was like an oven in there. Hot bodies too close together. I couldn't see Lynda and Ian. Perhaps they had sneaked off as well.

"Paul? Mary asked, as we pushed through the crush. "What did you take Jenny away for? You knew we would be busy."

Paul spluttered. I had better get my defence in first.

"I shouldn't have gone, I know." I said sadly. "But Paul wanted to see the stalls."

"He'll never grow up."

"Can you pass those sandwiches along?" Paul asked.

"Don't you think you should wash your hands first." Mary said, catching sight of them. "They are covered in dirt."

I looked at them. I hoped he hadn't had them inside me like that.

Paul looked crestfallen for a second then looked to where Shirley was standing with her back to us washing cup, saucers and plates in the sink. I saw him contemplating washing them in there but he caught his mother's eye and pushed off in the direction of the changing room. I followed him.

"Need to go." I said to Mary.

I got there first from behind the bar and waited for him. He looked at me, then at the crowd he had had to push through.

"Come on." I said. "You guard while I wee."

He opened the door and looked inside. Satisfied it was empty he led the way inside and closed the door behind us. There were hooks for clothing on three of the walls and a large frosted glass window in the forth. In the far corner there was a door leading to the toilets and showers. We crossed the room quickly and he opened the door. There were two urinals, two toilet cubicles and two showers with plastic curtains, one of which was drawn. Paul had his prick out and was pointing it at the urinal. I stopped and watched as his stream of liquid splashed against the enamel.

Oh. I needed to go and entered the first cubical. It smelt clean in there. Paul's mother must have visited with the air freshener. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my panties down past my knees as I sat down.

I broke wind as my cheeks touched the seat. It was immediately followed by an emptying from both holes. Ah. I gasped out loud. That was better. I pulled off some paper and wiped my anus. Then some more paper for my fanny. I dabbed at it gingerly. It was a bit sore. I don't suppose I should be surprised at that. Paul had had me three times already today and Lynda had given me a long fingering on the way down. Another piece of paper for my anus and I was done. I'd half expected Paul to climb onto the seat in the next cubicle to try and watch me but he hadn't. Perhaps he was taking my refusals to heart and wasn't interested anymore. I hoped not.

The tap was running. He was washing his hands.

I stood up and flushed the toilet, pulling up my jeans and panties. Pulling up the zip and buttoning the top I stepped out. I walked to the sinks and washed my hands, drying them on the long towel.

"Alright." I said, rubbing my hands on the backside of my jeans. "Shall we go?"

"Okay." Paul said, opening the door.

He raised a finger to his lips and closed the door with a thud.

I looked at him. He pressed his finger tight against my lips.

"Do you think they've gone?" I could hear Lynda's voice from the shower cubicle.

"Sure." Came Ian's voice panted in reply. "Don't worry."

Lynda gave the little moan she gave whenever I touched her clit.

"Oh yes."

"Yes." Came Ian's reply. "Help me get it in. Turn around woman."

I imagined Lynda turning away from Ian and, bending from the waist, resting her head on her hands against the wall of the shower.

"Open your legs." Ian urged.

I glanced across at Paul. He was watching me. Gauging my reaction. I should drag him from there. It wasn't right to listen to my best friend being fucked. Despite its soreness I could feel my fanny begin to moisten as I listen to the grunts and groans from behind the shower curtain. I wanted to touch myself. 

"Ah." Lynda stifled a cry of pleasure.

I had to rub my pubic mound to relieve the pressure building inside me. Paul was coming closer. His hand was on my waist. His other hand was fumbling with my zip, pulling it down. His hand was inside my panties searching for my clit. It was throbbing. It was sore. It was great. 

It was my turn to gasp out loud as he flicked it from side to side. I could hear Ian panting and Lynda's sighs. They were both becoming more urgent. Paul's finger was moving faster.

I threw back my head as I came.

I could hear Ian and Lynda. From their sounds they were nearly there. Paul removed his hand and opened the door. We tiptoed into the dressing room as Lynda cried out in orgasm. 

The door to the main room opened and Mary showed her head around the edge.

"Ah. You've finished have you?" She said, stepping into the room. "Take over from me please, Jenny. Will you stand guard, Paul? I need to go."

Paul stood by the door as Mary entered and closed it behind her. I hoped Ian had finished. Lynda had told me how it was not unusual for him to come twice or even three times without taking it out of her. I hoped she wasn't getting sore.

Back in the main room I served a couple of cups of tea. The room was beginning to empty. The umpires were walking out into the middle of the pitch followed by the East Chipstable team. I glanced up at the team list on the notice board behind the bar. Roger and Bill were going to bat first. There was a burst of applause from outside and I looked through the window. They were making their way out. Ron, the curate came into the room.

"I'd best get padded up." He said, heading towards the changing room. 

I could hear voices coming from inside. Loud voices.

"How could you." Mary's voice.

"Ah. It was nothing." Ian's voice came back in reply. I wished I was in there.

"What's going on?" David asked.

He followed Ron into the changing room.

"What's happening?" Shirley hissed into my ear.

"Well." I spoke softly, turning my back to the bar. "It seems that Ian and Lynda are in the shower together and Mary went in to use the toilet."

"Were they there when you were in there?"

"Yes."

"What were they doing?"

"It."

"It?"

"It."

"Gosh." 

She had a smile on her lips.

"And you think Mary caught them?"

The door was thrown open and Lynda burst into the room. 

"I'm not being spoken to like that." She shouted.

"Calm down." I said, stepping towards her.

"No." She snapped back.

Everybody was looking at us.

"Lynda? Isn't it." Ron spoke softly and came to stand by our side.

"Who are you?" Lynda snapped.

"This is Ron." I explained, holding her hand. "He's the curate."

"Sorry vicar." Lynda looked at him.

The pressure of her hand on mine increased. I returned the squeeze.

"Let's all sit down quietly and discuss it." Ron suggested.

He had a lovely voice. So steady and comforting. I'd go with him if he asked me.

"Come on." Ron insisted gently. "It'll be alright."

Lynda released my hand and allowed Ron to lead her back into the changing room. At the door he stopped and turned and smiled, first at me then at Shirley. 

The door closed then re-opened again and Paul came out carrying his cricket gear. 

"I'd best get changed." He said, placing one boot on a chair and starting to buckle on his pads.

"What happened?" Shirley and I asked as one.

"Mother heard some noises from behind the shower curtain and pulled it back." He replied in a low voice, looking around the room.

There were at least another ten people in the room all pretending not to be paying attention to what he was saying whilst straining their ears to hear.

"And?"

Sod the others. I wanted to know what had happened. 

Paul changed legs.

"Well." He looked around again. 

I was sure everybody had edged a little closer.

"I heard my mother shriek so I opened the door." 

He undid the top buttons of his cricket whites and slid his protector inside his underpants. I could see his pubic hairs as he adjusted it into place. If I could that meant Shirley and just about everybody else in the room could.

"Paul." I hissed. "Not in front of everyone."

"Oh." He said, turning his back to the room. "Sorry."

"Can I have a sandwich?" 

He moved over to where the last of the sandwiches lay on a single plate.

"Not many left." He observed picking up a sorry looking specimen and taking a bite.

I poured him a cup of tea. Shirley topped it up with milk from a bottle.

"Well." He said.

People were definitely moving closer.

"There were Lynda and Ian standing up in the shower." 

He took another bite from his sandwich.

"Ian was still. You know. Inside her."

"Wow!" Shirley exclaimed.

I felt really embarrassed for Lynda. Men seem to think it's a joke when somebody sees them doing it. I could see Paul did.

"What happened?" Shirley asked.

What's come over her? I thought. She doesn't normally like discussing sex, certainly not with the opposite sex present.

"Well." Paul took a mouthful of tea. "Ian pulled it out of Lynda. Mother shrieked again and I pulled the shower curtain closed. We went back into the changing room and then the shouting started. My mother really blew her top. I don't know what came over her. I suppose she has been under a little stress what with organising everything today and running a stall in the marquee."

And if she suspected David of having it off with Shirley? After what I had seen at the back of the building an hour ago there was little doubt they were. I looked at her. She turned her head away.

Hmm. I think a bottle or two of wine and good long talk to Shirley was in order when we got back to Bristol. I'd get it out of her. Paul can have an evening in the pub, playing darts.

There was a burst of applause from outside. Through the open door I could see Bill plodding back to the pavilion. Jim Clark poked his head around the edge of the door.

"Where's Ron?" He asked.

"He's tied up for a few minutes." Paul replied. "I'd best go out."

"Ok." Jim nodded. "I'll tell the scorers. Well played, Bill."

His last remark was directed towards Bill who entered looking dejected.

"That's the fastest bowler I've ever faced." He said, sitting in a chair and unbuckling a pad. "I didn't even see it. Clean bowled me."

Paul looked ashen as he picked up his bat and gloves.

"You can tell he's on the counties books." Bill asked. "Are you in next?"

"Yes." Paul said.

I could see he was swallowing hard.

"Wish me luck." 

He placed his old school cap on his head. I rushed up to him and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Go on." I encouraged. "You can do it."

"Good luck, Paul." Shirley said from behind the bar where she was pouring Bill a cup of tea.

What could happen to him? It was only a game.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17n



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17n: The Batting Order Ch. 14

Paul.

I walked out into the middle hopefully looking more confidant then I felt.

"The fastest bowler he had ever faced." Bill had said. 

Well, Bill was getting on a bit and his eyesight wasn't what it was.  Roger came out to meet me.

"Watch it." He said reassuringly. "He's fast."

I went to the batsmen's end of the wicket and asked the umpire to position my bat in line with the middle stump. I straightened and looked around the field at where the fielders were placed. There were four other fielders standing in a line in the slips beside the wicket keeper. Two other fielders were fairly close in, one on either side of the wicket and the other three out along the boundary markers. I glanced at the scoreboard. We were only in the second over. Two runs scored with one wicket down.

"Four balls to come." The umpire told me as I settled into my batting stance.

Jerry had a very long run up. He was starting it now.  I remembered how he had eyed me up and down at the coconut shy as if deciding which part of my anatomy would look best with the imprint of a cricket ball on it. 

Clear your mind. I told myself.

Jerry was going through his delivery motion. I lifted my bat slightly and transferred my weight to the balls of my feet.  Here it comes.  Well pitched up. I pushed my left leg out with my bat tight against my pad. I felt the ball nick the edge of my bat and waited for the cries to go up from behind me for a catch.

"Run." Roger was calling from the other end. 

I could see him heading towards me and took off towards the far end of the wicket. I dabbed my bat down and turned and looked. One of the slip fielders was jogging towards the distant boundary. A young lad was throwing the ball to him. The umpire was signalling a four and Roger was walking back up the pitch towards me. I had to go back and bat again.

"Well played." He said, as we met in the middle.

"What happened?" I asked.

"The ball went between first and second slip." He said, tapping at the pitch with the end of his bat. "They didn't move. I don't think they saw it."

"I don't think I did." I told him and made my way back to the batting crease. Jerry was back at the start of his run up. He didn't look pleased.  In he came.  The ball was pitched hard into the ground about mid way up the pitch.  It was coming at my head.  I swung my bat and ducked my head at the same time. My bat jarred in my hand.  Roger was crying 'run' again. I ran. I looked over my shoulder. The ball had already reached the boundary behind the wicket keeper. I stopped running. I looked at Jerry who was standing with his hands on his hips staring at me. I smiled at him and walked back to my crease.  

He was coming in to bowl again. I stepped forward to meet it. Thud. It hit my bat then my pad and shot away from me. The fielder on that side of the pitch stopped the ball and rubbed it vigorously against the top of his thigh, leaving a bright red stain then threw the ball to Jerry. He walked back to his start point again. He turned and was coming in to bowl again. It was coming at my body, waist height. I fended it away at the last moment and it sped away behind my legs beyond the dive of the wicket keeper. I was running before Roger called. I tapped my bat over the batting crease at the far end of the pitch to complete the run and turned for a second. Two of the fielders were chasing the ball.  They reached it as I completed my second run.

"Stay." I heard Roger shout from the far end.

The fielder threw the ball back to the wicket keeper and the umpire called "over."

All the fielders changed position on the field as I walked down the pitch to talk to Roger. 

"You take that young lad and I'll see to the other bowler." Roger said, tapping at the ground with his bat.

He turned and walked back to his batting crease before I could suggest an alternative strategy.  I walked back to my place and watched as the next bowler came in to bowl. That was more like it. Only ten paces of run up. The ball was well pitched up and straight. Roger stepped out and showed it a far more amount of respect than it deserved and played it to a nearby fielder.

The next ball was the same.  Well pitched up and straight. Again Roger treated it with the utmost respect and played it straight back down the pitch. The same with the third and forth balls. The fifth ball was a little shorter and sat up nicely, asking to be hit. Roger clipped it to one side and we ran two runs. One ball to come. Again it was short. Roger paddled it away with his bat.

"Come on." I called. "There's a run there."

"Stay."  Roger called back, raising a hand in its white padded glove to me.

There had been plenty of time for one run.

The fielders changed position and Jerry started walking back to the start of his run up.

* * * * *

Jenny.

The door from the changing room opened and everybody trooped out. 

"Can I have your car keys, please Jenny." Lynda asked. "I think I'll sit out there for a while."

"I'll have a pint." Ian said. 

"I'd better get changed." Ron said, disappearing back into the changing room.

The atmosphere was very strained.

Mary looked hard at me as I handed my car keys to Lynda. What had I done?

"Will you come back with me. Shirley. Please." Mary asked. "I told the ladies from the WI we wouldn't be an hour. They'll be wondering what's happening."

"I'll help you carry things." David offered.

I pulled Ian his pint and watched as they all left the room. For a while it was completely empty.  The low rumble of conversation coming from outside was punctuated by an occasional burst of applause and the odd shout of encouragement. I picked up a few used glasses from around the room and took them to the sink behind the bar for washing. The water heater hissed into life as I turned on the hot water tap. I added some washing up liquid and rinsed out the glasses before placing them on the draining board.

"Hello."

I turned to face Ron. He was a man of medium build; his hair was too long for a clergyman but was in keeping with current fashion. He wore a university cricket jumper. I studied the badge on his breast.

"Balliol College, Oxford." He supplied.

"What happened?" I asked. "In there."

"There was quite a heated exchange for a few minutes. Mrs Wagstaffe was very upset. Which is understandable." He picked at a loose thread on the stitching on the finger-pads of one of his batting gloves. "There was talk of calling the police."

"I hope they are not." 

"No." He smiled. He had a nice smile. "They won't be doing that. I think they all need a little time to cool down. Especially your two friends."

He smiled again. I smiled in return.

"I had better pad up as well." Jim Clark said, entering the room and heading for the changing room. 

"How are we doing?" Ron asked without taking his eyes from mine.

"Twenty-five for one."  Came Jim's reply as he opened the changing room door. "Paul's playing well."

The changing room door closed after him.

"Paul could be a very good cricket player." Ron said leaning forward on the bar counter. "He doesn't seem to take it seriously though."

"He didn't get a lot of time to play while we were at university." I needed to defend my man.

"I hear he plays the piano very well. When he tries."

"He doesn't get much time for that either."

No. He didn't get a lot of time since he met me. And he almost didn't do that. It was a last minute decision of mine to go. I felt that I had outgrown the Guides movement. It was only at the other girl's insistence that I had gone at all. Looking back it was more a case of what else would I have done with them gone for the two weeks.

"You love him a lot? Don't you?"

I gave him my virginity.

"Yes." I limited my reply. "Yes I do."

"That's good." He was smiling again, looking deep into my eyes. 

I looked back. They were restful eyes. Blue eyes. 

"Dad." The spell was broken. 

His wife, Alice, was standing in the doorway, holding the hand of a four-year old with a younger child on her hip. 

"Dad." The four-year old said again. "I want a drink."

"What will it be?" I asked. "Lemonade or coke?"

"Have you any squash?" Alice asked.

"Of course." I replied, reaching under the counter for a bottle of orange squash and mixing two glasses with the water from the tap behind the bar. 

"Get your drink Wendy, and say thank you."

"Thank you miss." She would be starting her first year at primary school next month; she looked as if she had been practising how to address her teacher.

I handed her one glass and Alice the other.

Alice gave her youngest daughter, Maris, a sip from the glass then turned and walked out.

"I'd best go outside, get my eyes used to the light." Ron said watching her back. "How much for the drinks."

"Nothing." I replied. "It was only a little squash."

"Thank you." He smiled again.

There was a roar from outside.

"I had better get ready." Steve said, entering the room with Sally. "You're in next aren't you? I think you're needed."

"Who's out?" Ron asked, picking up his bat and gloves.

* * * * *

Paul

"Ow." I cried out loud as the ball hit the top of my left arm.

That hurt. I flexed my arm.

Jerry was standing half way down the pitch with his hands on his hips watching me. There was a smile on his face.

He turned without a word and marched back to the beginning of his run up. Only two more balls in this over to go. He would still have four more he could bowl after it. The fingers of my right hand still throbbed from when he had hit me on them in the last over. The two runs we had got from it didn't seem worth it now. I could understand Rogers' reluctance to run singles. 

Here he came again. Pitching three quarters of the way up the pitch it was heading for my balls. I fended it away with my bat to my left, past the second umpire.

"Two." Roger called.

I started running.  I watched the fielders converging on the ball. Time for two runs with ease.

Thud. I'd run into a brick wall. No, it was Jerry. I fell to my knees, scrambled to my feet and staggered to the batting crease. "Stay." I managed to call to Roger as I sucked in large lungs full of air.

I looked up at him. He was already half way down the pitch towards me. He turned and threw himself at the batting crease as the ball landed in the wicket keepers hands. Was his bat over the line and on the ground before the wicket keeper removed the bails?

"Howzat." Went up the call.

We all looked at the umpire standing in line with the batting crease past which I had hit the ball past.

He shook his head.

"Bloody lucky." Jerry said under his breath to me as he walked back to the start of his run up.

Roger was looking around the field. Then he was looking at me. He hadn't asked for a guard from the umpire. Jerry was steaming in. The ball was fast and full. Pitching at his toes it hit his pads then his stumps sending the middle one cartwheeling out of the ground.

Roger looked at me. What had I done? It wasn't my fault.

He began the walk back to the pavilion.

* * * * *

Jenny.

Roger stormed into the pavilion and straight into the changing room without saying a word to anyone. Ron had already left to take his place out on the pitch. Steve was standing very close to Sally. I could see his fingers on her hip.

"Could I have a vodka and lemonade, please Jenny?" Steve asked. Sally looked as if she had already had a couple but she was a big girl and could always say no.

"And a coke for me." He continued.

His fingers had moved up and were touching the underside of her ample breasts. They were too big for her.

I poured the drinks and placed them on the counter. Steve lifted his and clinked it against hers.

"Bottoms up." He said.

"You wish." Sally replied, but drank all the same.

Steve placed a five pounds note on the bar and I counted back his change.

Steve's hand was no longer in sight. It must be behind her somewhere.

"Naughty." She said, reaching behind her and pulling his hand back onto her hip.

"Cheers." Steve clinked his glass against hers a second time.

She drank again.

Roger came out of the changing room.

"How were you out?" I asked.

"It was your husbands fault." Roger replied, eyeing up Steve and Sally.

"You were clean bowled." Steve protested.

"Can Paul bat with you and bowl against you?" I asked.

Cricket was a needlessly complicated game as it was but I had never heard of this.

"No." Steve said, as Roger stormed through the door in search of his friend Bill.  "Jerry bowled him. First ball he faced against him."

"Why was it Paul's fault?"

"Paul fell over going for a run which meant Roger had to face Jerry." 

Steve's hand had disappeared again. Sally took another sip from her glass.

"Put another in there." Steve indicated Sally's glass.  "Do you want to come with me while I get padded up?"

I saw his shoulder move but I couldn't see his hand.

Sally smiled.

"You'll look after me?" She asked.

"I will." Steve promised.

'He will.' I thought.

"Come on then." Steve moved his hand to her hip and, picking up her glass steered her towards the changing room. I could see that her skirt was pushed up between the cheeks of her ass. I should say something.

"Steve."  

He stopped and looked at me.

"She'll be alright." He insisted. "Don't worry. Knock on the door if anybody wants to go in."

The door closed behind them. What should I do? She was old enough. It really wasn't any of my business.

I looked around then walked to the door to listen. At first I could hear nothing then I heard a low moan. I glanced over my shoulder and knelt on one knee, my eyes level with the keyhole. I closed one and peered inside.

They were standing a few yards away, kissing. As I watched Steve's hand was lifting the front of Sally's skirt. She was wearing pale blue knickers.

"Don't." She gasped, then kissed him again.

As they broke their kiss and with his hand still inside her knickers Steve bent over and picked up her glass and held it to her lips.

"Here." He said, holding the glass while she drank.

His other hand was moving inside her knickers. She gasped out loud. He replaced the glass on the bench against the wall and straightened to kiss her again.

"What are you doing?"

I almost jumped out of my skin. Lynda was standing over me. 

"It's Steve." I told her, standing up. "He's got Sally in there."

"Who's Sally?" She asked.

There was a burst of applause from outside.

Her eyes were red as if she had been crying.

"She came with them." I nodded towards the cricket pitch. "With the big one called Jerry."

"Is Steve giving her one?"

"Just about to I think."

"Keep watch."

Lynda dropped to one knee as I had and peered into the keyhole. She looked up at me.

"He's fucking her. Want to see?"

I found that I couldn't resist. I dropped to my knee beside Lynda and looked into the changing room. Sally was on her hands and knees and Steve was kneeling behind her. I could see his prick as he pulled it out then lost sight of it when he pushed it back inside her.  He was moving faster. 

Lynda pushed me to one side to take her turn at the keyhole. I looked around the room. It was still empty. I kept watch on the doorway. 

"He's nearly there." Lynda whispered. 

I could hear Steve grunt from where I was kneeling. Lynda moved her head from the keyhole. I looked at it. I didn't want to see a man coming inside a woman. Not under these circumstances, anyway. I shook my head and moved away.

Lynda stood up by my side. I suddenly felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. Dirty almost.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17o



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17o: The Batting Order Ch. 15

Part 15.

Paul.

I ducked under the last ball of Jerry's fifth over.

"Take a break, Jerry." I heard the captain of the East Chipstable team order.

I breathed in deeply. Whatever bowling they had to come was going to seem tame in comparison. I walked down the pitch to meet Ron.

"Ten overs gone." He observed, looking towards the scoreboard. "Forty-two for two. It could have been a lot worse."

He was right. After us two there was only Jim who could claim to be any sort of batsman. Steve could hang around for a bit and Len could strike the ball hard. Harry and Arthur were no great shakes and Ian, well I don't supposed he knew one end of a bat from the other. And he would be drunk by now anyway.

If we were going to get the runs then it is between Ron, Jim and me.

I walked back to my crease as the new bowler prepared his run up. He was a young lad, Indian looking. He didn't look more than seventeen or eighteen. He was there last man in to bat and I don't think he faced a ball.

The wicket keeper was standing close up to the stumps. He wasn't going to bowl fast then. He took about seven paces and bounced into the crease. His arm seemed out of proportion to the rest of his body. He was a leg spinner, like me. This should be easy. If I bowl them then I should be able to spot what's going to happen when they are coming towards me.

It was well pitched up so I stepped out to meet it with my bat close to my pad. It pitched. I had it covered. I heard it hit the wicket keepers gloves behind me. How did it get there?

The second ball was coming. I stepped out to meet it. I didn't feel a thing. Again the ball was in the wicket keepers gloves.

I looked at Ron at the far end of the wicket. His mouth was open. Not much help from that quarter. What should I do?

He was coming in again. Two quick steps down the wicket and I struck the ball back over his head before it had bounced. Ron applauded with one hand against the blade of his bat. 

"Good shot." He called.

The next ball was coming. I made as if to advance down the pitch towards it but then pulled back. The bowler saw me start to come and pitched the ball even shorter. It landed and spun towards my pads. I took a half pace back and right and helped it to the boundary with a full swing of my bat. The ball landed on the roof of the pavilion. There was a burst of applause, I felt like joining in. The bowler looked at me then at his captain in much the same way I had looked towards Ron three balls earlier.

The next ball was fuller and I knocked it to the side and we took a single run. I was beginning to enjoy myself. Jerry was scowling at me.

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Jenny.

"Do you want to know what they are doing now?" Lynda asked softly from her position in front of the keyhole.

"No." I hissed back.

"He's got her arse on the bench and her knees over his shoulders." She ignored what I had said and told me anyway. "That looks nice."

"What?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"His tongue." She whispered back. "I don't know how far he has it inside her but it's certainly opened her eyes."

"We shouldn't be allowing this."

"Why not?"

"She's drunk."

"So what." Lynda was starting to look angry. "When she sobers up it will have taught her to take care of herself better. Don't blame Steve. It's offered and he's taking it. She went in there with him willingly, didn't she?"

"Yes." I confirmed. "He said he was going to get changed."

"I don't hear any screaming."

She stood up and approached me. 

"Look, Jenny." She continued. "Don't be so naive. She knew what was going to happen when she went in there. So did you. It's either her own fault or good luck. Whichever way you want to look at it."

I heard her cry out. But not for help.

Lynda went back to the keyhole.

"She's sucking his cock now, if you must know. Not the actions of somebody being raped. I know."

I didn't want to be there. 

"Will you be all right behind the bar?" I asked. "I think I should help in the marquee."

"I'll be fine." She replied, standing up and moving behind the bar.

She placed a hand on my buttock, gently squeezing. I moving her hand away and giving her a weak smile. She looked hurt. She reached out her hand.

"I'll see you later." I said stepping out of her reach and, opening the fridge, took out two bottles of milk to take with me.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again as some men came in and ordered some beers. There was a thud on the roof and a loud burst of applause. 

I went outside and looked out into the middle of the pitch. Paul was batting. Somebody was throwing the ball to a young looking boy at the far end of the pitch. He was running up to bowl. He wasn't very fast. Paul hit the ball and ran to the end where the bowler was standing. At least I could say I saw him score a run.

I walked into the marquee and went to where Shirley and Mary were serving cakes, sandwiches and teas.

"I've come to help." I said. "If you need me."

"We could both do with a break." Mary admitted. "You go Shirley."

"I'll take you around the stalls." David said, suddenly appearing with a glass of beer in his hand.

"I don't think you should drink anymore, dear." Mary said to him. "You have to drive your car home."

"I'll be alright." He replied. "Come on, Shirley."

Shirley looked at me, pleadingly. It was nothing to do with me. If she wanted to have an affair with a married man, that was her concern.

"I'm sure Shirley would rather go around with somebody her own age." Mary suggested. "Go and find Steve. I'm sure he'll take you."

I was sure he would to, under normal circumstances.

"Steve is getting ready to Bat." I didn't think this was the time for Shirley to go searching for Steve, especially as she might find him.

"Well." David said. "It looks like you'll have to come with me then."

David took her arm and led her from the marquee. I saw him guide her to the right, away from the stalls and towards the pavilion, or, more probably, the cars. I glanced at Mary. She had seen the movement as well.

Keep busy. Don't think about it.

"How's Paul doing?" Mary asked suddenly, between customers.

"I saw him score a run." I told her.

"Good." She handed over some change. "He'll like that."

There was more applause from outside. I should really watch Paul play. More applause. This time with cheering.

Shirley came back into the marquee, red faced, as if she had been running. The zip on her jeans was undone but I didn't think this was the time to mention it. David appeared in the doorway to the marquee.

"I think I might go and have a short break." Mary said, reaching under the counter for her handbag.

There was more applause from outside.

I watched Mary's back as she walked towards David. It seemed to sag a little as if she were carrying a heavy load.

"Are you alright?" I asked Shirley.

"I'm fine." She snapped back.

"Hey." I replied. "It's me. Remember."

"Sorry."

There was a lull in customers and we both moved away from the serving tables to the canvas wall at the rear of the marquee.

"What's been happening?" I asked her. "You look as if you've run a mile and your zips undone."

She turned to face the wall and zipped up her jeans.

"Was it David?" I continued.

"What?" She seemed genuinely surprised that I should suggest it. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you just left with him and come rushing back with your jeans undone."

"I have to tell somebody." She looked around as if frightened of being over-heard. "You'll never guess."

"You're having an affair with David." I answered as matter of factly as I could.

"What." She gasped. "How did you know?"

"It wasn't difficult."

"Does anybody else know? Paul?"

"I would have to get him to watch you doing it before he would realise." I said, smiling at the thought. "Lynda does."

I looked her in the eye.

"And Mary."

She looked around as if expecting Mary to appear.

"No!" She exclaimed. "She can't know. We were always so careful. Why hasn't she said anything?"

I didn't think I should tell her of a conversation I had with Mary over a couple of bottles of wine as we looked at the family photo-album shortly before Paul and I was married. Her telling me, as her fingers had traced the outline of the features of Paul's great uncle Alistair in a photo with Paul sitting on his knee, of a night in the flat in London. There had been wine that night. And Alistair had played, one handed, on the piano, then later, on her body. The difference in their ages had been equally as great as that between Shirley and David. 

Why indeed hadn't she said anything?

"It's over." Shirley's eyes were filling up with tears. "I think I want to see Steve."

There was a loud moan from outside. Somebody was out. I hoped it was Paul. I wanted him to take me away.

"Steve will be concentrating on the game." I said. "Stay with me here. I'm sure Paul will be finished out there soon."

"Alright." She smiled. "Are we going back to Bristol straight after the game?"

"If you want to."

"It looks like it's everyone to your place afterwards." We both looked to the serving tables where Len was standing.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Ian's inviting everyone he can find."

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Paul.

Only forty runs needed and we still had only lost two wickets. There were still ten overs to go. I think we could do it. 

They were bringing the young lad back on again. It almost seemed a pity. We had taken over thirty runs off his first three overs. Ron was facing. He had scored sixty runs. His eye was in. The ball looped through the air. He stepped out, bat raised. The ball pitched. He swung his bat. The ball struck the outside stump and the bail fell to the ground.

Oh shit.

A moan of disappointment went up from the crowd.

"Sorry Paul." Ron said, folding his bat under his arm and making his way back to the pavilion. "Well bowled." He called to the bowler.

Shit.

Oh well. There was still Jim. He was walking out now. I went to meet him.

"The young lad can spin in." I said. "Don't let it bounce."

Jim walked to the far end of the pitch and took guard. He was a tall, thin man and the bat looked the wrong size for him. Never mind. We were going to win this match. The bowler bounced in. The ball was pitching in line with the middle stump. Jim was reaching forward with his bat. The ball spun. I heard the sound of the ball touching the outside edge of Jim's bat. The wicket keeper threw the ball into the air.

"Howzat." The fielders cry.

Jim looks at the umpire who raised his index finger to indicate that he is out. Then Jim looked at me, sighed and began the walk back to the pavilion.

Things were not looking so good now.

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Jenny.

"Yes." Len said, placing his arm around Stephanie's waist as she joins him from behind the bar. "He seems to be organising quite a party. Telling everyone to bring their own beer."

"Oh no." I said, turning to Shirley. "Look. I had better put people straight. Can you manage on your own."

"I had better get ready." Len said, walking towards the exit. "I'm in after Steve."

The vision of him entering Sally after Steve pulled out of her flashed across my mind. He wouldn't, not with Stephanie with him.

I found Ian standing at the far end of the bar with a pint of beer in his hand.

"I've told everyone about the party at your place after the game." He said. 

I could smell the beer on his breath from six feet.

"We're going back to Bristol." I told him, loudly, for as many people as possible to hear. "Straight after the game."

I can see he is thinking about that.

"Why don't you go over to the pavilion and see Lynda." I suggested to him. "You might have to bat yet."

"Well." Stephanie said storming back into the tent. "You could have warned us."

Oh dear.

"What's the matter?" Shirley asked from behind the sandwich table.

"Steve and one of those girls." Stephanie walked squirmed her way through the crush at the bar. 

"Which girl?" One of the men standing at the bar asked.

"I don't know her name." Stephanie called across to Shirley.

Please don't say any more. I urged silently.

"She's with the east Chipstable team." She continued.

Oh no.

I saw a number of the East Chipstable supporters look at one another. Some are making their ways to the exit. Probably to check up on their own women.

"What was Steve doing?" Shirley asked.

Don't be so naïve, I thought.

"Oh." 

The penny dropped.

She looked at me. 

"Good for Steve." Ian shouted.

A number of locals joined in with him.

"Giving her one. Was he?" Somebody called.

An East Chipstable supporter at the bar told him to shut up. Then the fighting started.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17p



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17p: The Batting Order Ch. 16

Paul.

What was happening over there?

There was a lot of noise coming from the marquee. People were running inside it. I could see my parents.

"There's a fight in the marquee." The fielder nearest to it called.

He turned and talked to a couple of people for a few seconds. He came running into the middle and spoke briefly to his captain and Jerry.

"Which one is Steve?" Jerry asked me.

"He's just coming out now." I nodded to where he was making his way out to join me. "Why?"

"Right." He said and walked across towards him.

Steve stopped when he saw Jerry approaching.  Then he turned and began to run back towards the pavilion. Jerry sprinted after him, catching him inside twenty yards. They fell to the ground together and rolled over with Jerry coming up on top. Jerry knelt astride him, raised his hand and struck him.

I wasn't having that and I broke into a run towards them.  I could see Len coming out of the pavilion followed by Lynda and Sally. A lot of people were moving.  Most heading towards Steve and Jerry. I heard a woman's shriek. There were people fighting outside the marquee.

The East Chipstable captain was the first to arrive and threw both his arms around Jerry's chest. They fell to the ground. Steve struggled to his knees and swung his cricket bat at Jerry. More people were arriving. Players from both teams and spectators were throwing themselves into the melee. 

"Stop it everyone." I heard Jim Clarks voice.

"Calm down." Ron was saying.  "Calm down."

Steve suddenly appeared by my side. One of his eyes was closing with a swelling. He was jumping up and down, waving his bat.

"I'll get the bastard." He shouted.

"Let me at him." 

I could hear Jerry's voice but I couldn't hear him. 

"Are you alright?"

Sally was standing next to Steve looking at his face. Her own face was flushed and her eyes were red. If I didn't know better I'd say she was drunk. She certainly staggered against him and he placed his arm around her waist to steady her.

"Let her alone."

Some sort of order had been restored in front of us. Len and two of the East Chipstable team were holding a struggling Jerry. There was blood on his face and the side of his jaw was swollen.

Sally turned a pair of bloodshot eyes in his direction.

"Jerry!" She exclaimed, as if surprised that he should be there.

She ran to him, placed her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to kiss.

I could hear the sound of an approaching police car.

Everything suddenly fell silent. There wasn't a sound from the marquee.  

Just the sound of the police car getting louder.

"Where's Jenny?" I called to Lynda.

"In there." 

She pointed towards the marquee.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I ran back behind our tables beside Shirley and picked up some plates of sandwiches. We backed away towards the rear of the marquee.

People were rushing in from outside. Some to join in the fighting and others to see what was happening. 

Beer was being thrown through the air and people were shouting.  The noise was tremendous. 

"Stop it. Stop it." I could hear Stephanie and her mother shouting.

With a crash on e of the trestle tables they were using as a bar collapsed and people were rolling on the floor.

"Are you alright?" David asked as he and Mary joined us.

I looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, I think we're fine." I replied.

"Better get this lot sorted out then." He said, heading towards the bar.

"Jack. Fred." He called to two men standing away from the trouble. "Give me a hand."

The two men placed their beer glasses on the floor and called upon some of the other onlookers to help before beginning to separate the fighting men.  I think most of the men were quite happy to stop. They seemed to have no way out themselves and this was their opportunity to stop without loosing face. The noise began to drop. I could hear a police car in the distance, getting nearer.

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Paul

The two team captains and the two umpires walked to the middle of the pitch and started talking.  I could imagine what it would be about.  Should the match finish there and then or should we go on.  We needed forty runs and had nine and a half overs to get them in. It was all going to be so easy two balls ago. 

The police car pulled up at the entrance to the field. The occupants of the car were talking to the couple that were taking the entrance money. They weren't going to get out of the car. They were driving off.  Come to think of it, it was strange that they should have arrived here so quickly. 

The police car pulled away, siren blaring.

Jim Clark walked over to where Steve and I were standing.

"I offered them a draw but they want to play the game to a finish." He said, looking closely at Steve. "Are you going to be alright to play on?"

Steve looked across to where Jerry and Sally were standing. Sally was crying. He nodded to Jim.

"I'll be alright." He replied.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You had better ask Steve that." Jim replied. "Good luck."

He turned and started walking back to the pavilion. Lynda was leading Sally away. I could see Jenny.  She waved. I waved back. 

"Watch this kid." I said to Steve as we walked to the wicket. "He can spin the ball."

Steve looked at me with his good eye and smiled weakly.

"What did happen?" I had to ask.

"Nothing much."  He replied. "I just fucked Sally. That's all."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

"Len and Stephanie came into the changing room.  She's a bit of a prude, that Stephanie."

I could agree with that. I'd taken her out a couple of times before I met Jenny and had got nowhere with her. She hadn't liked us watching her being fucked by Len on my stag night in the cellar of the pub. Or in the walled garden that morning come to think of it.

"Yes. I know."

We separated and walked to our respective ends of the wicket. 

"Four balls to come." The umpire said as everybody settled into their places.

Somehow the excitement had gone out of the match. It was something to get over with now.

The bowler bowled and Steve hurried down the pitch to meet the ball. He missed it. The wicket keeper didn't and removed the bails before Steve could turn and regain safety behind the batting crease.

Steve gave me a smile and hurried off. I saw Jerry go to follow him but was called back by his captain.

The East Chipstable team gathered around the bowler congratulating him. Three wickets in three balls. I'd never managed that.

Len was walking out to meet me. The cricket bat looked like a toy in his hands.

"The lad can spin it." I warned him. I don't know why I bothered. None of the others had taken a blind bit of notice about what I had told them.

"Yes." He replied, pulling on his batting gloves. "Jim said that.  Ian's telling everyone there's going to be a party at your place later."

I hoped not. But if that was what Jenny wanted.

The bowler was coming in to bowl. Len stepped down the wicket to meet the ball. Crack. The ball sped back past the bowler and headed for the boundary with two fielders in pursuit. We ran two runs before the ball was thrown back. Another delivery from the bowler and another two runs. This was better. One more ball this time without scoring and it was my turn to face the bowling.

Jerry was marking out his run up again. I didn't feel like facing him now. I was aching from where he had hit me with the ball earlier. He was starting his run up. The ball was pitched short and climbed towards my head.  I turned my head away.  Thud. The ball struck me between my shoulder blades.  That hurt.  My own fault. Never take your eyes from the ball. That had been drummed into me by every cricket coach I had ever been associated with.

Jerry was steaming in again. Again the ball was pitched short.  I sat on my heels and hoped it would pass over my head.  I stood up as the wicket keeper threw the ball back to Jerry.  I looked at Len and saw him swallow hard. I wouldn't expect to hear him call me through for a single run. 

The next ball was on its way. Pitched further up it was heading for my balls. I managed to get some bat on it and it flew away past the umpire. No call came from Len for a run. The ball was fielded and thrown back in.

Another short ball. I took half a step backwards and played it down. A fielder picked it up. Two more balls to face. The next one was short, forcing me to step back and sway out of its way.  The last ball of the over. It was fast and aimed at my toes. I slammed my bat down hard upon it and it squirted out past the umpire. 

"Run." I shouted. 

It was Len's call, but sod him.

The fielders changed places and the young Indian lad marked out his run up spinning the ball from hand to hand.

In he came. After Jerry it was like watching him in slow motion.  The ball was spinning towards my pads. I clipped it past the umpire and ran. Two more runs. Some of the close fielders were moving away from me to protect the boundary.

The next ball was on its way. It looked perfect for hitting. One leg forward and a full swing of the bat. The ball moved, hit the edge of the bat and flew off behind me. If they hadn't moved their close fielders away I would have been out. Len was calling for a run. I ran to the far end.

"Stay." 

He called, holding up a hand. He hit the next ball for four. Blocked the next and refused my offer of a run off the last ball of the over.

I took my stance expecting Jerry to be preparing to bowl. He wasn't there. One of their other bowlers was getting ready to bowl. I looked around the pitch. Jerry was heading towards the pavilion.

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Jenny.

Lynda was sitting on the bench that ran along the rear wall of the bar room as I entered the pavilion. She had her arm around Sally's shoulders and was talking to her gently. 

"What have I done?" Sally was saying.

"Shush." Lynda said, running her fingers through her hair. "It's all over now."

"But Jerry." Sally sniffed.  "What will he do? And Steve?"

"Is anybody serving here?" A man called from the bar.

Lynda looked up and saw me.

"I'll get it." I said and went behind the bar to serve.

There was a little rush for five minutes. I kept watching Lynda and Sally out of the corner of my eye. Lynda's hand was sometimes on her hip then underneath her arm, then back on her hip. Steve slipped out of the changing room carrying his cricket bag. He had changed out of his cricket whites and wore grey trousers and a pale blue shirt.

"Can I have a glass of coke please?" He asked.

I took the bottle from the fridge and poured some into a glass. He gave me a coin that I dropped into the cash box.

He took a sip and looked across at Sally. She had her eyes closed and was resting her head on Lynda's shoulder. 

I looked out through the open door as the last people I had served took their drinks outside. I could see Jerry approaching.

"Jerry's coming." I hissed at Steve.

He looked quickly around then ducked down behind the bar, crouching at my feet.

Jerry stormed into the room looking around him.

"Where is he?" He shouted.

"Keep your voice down." Lynda hissed at him. "Sally's asleep."

"I don't give a fuck about her." He ranted.  "I want that little bastard.  Where is he?"

My eyes went to the changing room door.  Jerry caught the movement.

"In there? Is he?" He said heading towards the door and passing to within three feet of where Steve was crouching at my feet.

He burst through the door calling Steve's name. Steve smiled at me and headed out through the door. There was a loud noise and shouting from inside the changing room. Sally was awake and crying. More shouting. Jerry came out, dabbing at his nose with his handkerchief. It was stained red.

"There's a lunatic in there." He said making for the exit and ignoring Sally's cry.

"Jerry. I'm sorry."

"Where is he?"

Ian staggered from the changing room. He straightened himself up and belched. Turned around and walked back into the changing room. We could hear him being sick. So was Sally. Into her own lap and that of Lynda.

There was a burst of applause from outside. Sally threw up again.

"I'm sorry." She muttered.

"Oh fuck." Lynda said standing up and pulling her jeans away from her thighs.

Another burst of applause from outside.

Ian came out of the changing room. He licked his lips and grimaced at the taste.

"Get me a beer." He said, gruffly.

"You look after the bar." I told him. 

His eyes lit up.

"Come with me." I said to Sally and Lynda, leading the way into the changing room.

Sally didn't look well. They both smelled awful.

I went to the cricket bag with Paul Wagstaffe written on the side. Undoing the straps I pulled it open and looked inside.

"If you two want to get out of those clothes let's see if we can sponge them off." 

I handed Lynda Paul's towel, soap and shampoo. 

"If you take them into the shower with you and try to get the worst of it off I'll hang them out on the line outside. They won't take long to dry."

I followed them into the shower room. The door to one of the toilet cubicles hung off its hinges.  I could imagine the scene. Jerry bursting in the room and finding a door locked. Ian inside, probably asleep. Jerry breaking down the door to get at whom he thinks is Steve to find a former international schoolboy boxer with a sour disposition.

Lynda was pulling her arm from the sleeves of her blouse, she handed it to me then unhooked her bra. Her heavy breasts fell forward. Passing her bra to me she lifted each one as if offering the nipples to my mouth. If Sally hadn't been with us that is exactly where they would have been.

Sally had her back to us and was unzipping her dress. I reached out with one hand and felt Lynda's breast. Feeling the nipple harden against the palm of my hand.

Sally was stepping out of her dress and hanging it on one of the coat hooks. I released Lynda's breast as she turned her head towards us.

"Come on." Lynda said, pulling down her jeans and panties to reveal her dark red mass of pubic hairs.

I caught Sally's glance towards them. 

"Get them off." Lynda said reaching into the shower cubicle and turning on the water. "We're all girls here."

I heard the boiler burst into life. 

Sally unhooked her bra and shook her breasts as she pulled it away.  They wobbled then settled. 

"We can use the same shower."  Lynda said, stepping under the flow of water and leaving the curtain open. "There's plenty of room for two."

Especially if one has his cock inside the other, I thought.

Sally hesitated then pulled down her panties. She had a nice back. Lots of vertebrae on show, thin thighs and high round buttocks. She turned to face me. She had high breasts. Full and firm.  Her stomach was flat. Her pubic mound had a thin covering of dark curly hairs. I could see the lips of her fanny.

"Seen enough." She said quietly.

Oh no. I must have been staring at her.

"Sorry." I stammered.

She stood under the flowing water in the shower with Lynda and soaped her body. The water washed the suds down her back when she turned to face the spry. Down, over and between her ass cheeks. I noticed Lynda was watching as well.

I handed Lynda her jeans and Sally her dress when she turned around again. They washed off the mess and handed them back to me. Lynda's hand brushed across the front of Sally's stomach. I saw her tense and jerk backward. She looked at Lynda then at me. Lynda placed the flat of her hand on her stomach again. I watched her fingers massage Sally's tight skin. 

Somebody was moving about in the changing room.

"Och man." 

I could hear Ian's voice. He was slurring his words.

"That Paul never said anything about this."

"It's just in case." Len said.

I thought he was batting. He must be out. That must mean Paul was still out there.

"There's only five overs left." Len was pressing Ian. "We only need fifteen runs. Paul will get them with Harry and Arthur."

I could hear a groan go up from the spectators outside followed by some subdued applause. There was another groan and I looked into the shower. Lynda had her hand between Sally's legs and was rubbing furiously at her clit.

I didn't know which way to go. I looked at Lynda. She was smiling. Sally had the far away look on her face of somebody who was building up to a huge come.

"Jenny." 

Lynda said softly.

Sally threw her head back and made the sort of noises I did in the back of my throat when I was nearly there. 

Should I join them in the shower?

No. We couldn't all get wet.

I needed to put the wet clothes on the washing line.  

Sally was breathing rapidly.  Starting to gasp for air. Opening her legs wider.

"Ohhh."

She lent against Lynda as her body shook with orgasm.

"I had better hang these up." I said. "You'll have to stay here until they dry. They shouldn't take long. It's hot outside."

I tapped on the door and opened it slightly to peer into the changing room.  It was empty.  I stepped quickly across it and opened the door to the main room.

Len was standing behind the bar pulling beer for some customers. Ian was sitting on the bench at the rear of the room wearing a pair of cricket pads.

"They suit you." I said.

He grunted.  He didn't look happy. Or well.

"I'm just going to hang these up outside." I told Len. "Lynda and Sally are in the toilets out back. Please keep the men out."

I hurried outside, glancing up at the scoreboard before I went to the rear of the building. Twelve runs needed. Three overs left.  Harry was out in the middle batting with Paul. That only left Ian to go in with Tony still at the Hospital.

Jerry was running in to bowl at Paul. The ball seemed to double Paul up.  He was rubbing his lower stomach. I hoped he was all right. It was supposed to be a game.

I almost ran to the rear of the building and hung the clothes, well separated on the clothesline with some rusty pegs from the khaki coloured canvas bag hanging from a nail in the rear wall of the pavilion.

There was a burst of applause from the front of the pavilion. I hurried back. They were changing the scoreboard. Paul had scored four more runs.

It was the end of the over and Harry was going to face the young Indian lad.  I saw Paul looking in my direction and waved. He raised a hand to me and made a mopping gesture towards his brow. He must be hot and thirsty.

"Hello."

I turned to where the voice came from.

"Oh. Hello." I replied.

Ron stopped and stood facing me.

"Mary asked me to drop in and remind you to set the water heater up for teas after the match."

"Thanks." I replied, returning his smile. "I had forgotten."

There was a ripple of applause from the spectators in front of the pavilion. Harry had scored a run.

"Not long to go now." Ron remarked, turning his eyes back to my face.

He smiled again.  It was a lovely smile and his eyes were so kind and yet there was sadness in them. It was hard to draw my own eyes from them.

There was another burst of applause. People around us were standing and cheering.  We both turned our heads and looked out onto the field at the same moment. One of the umpires was describing a wavy line with his hand in front of his body to signify that four runs had been scored.

Only three runs needed to win.

"I must see to the water heater." I said.

I hadn't intended for my voice to sound so low and soft.

His eyes opened wider for a second.  

"I must get back to my family." There was a sound of reluctance in his voice.

His hand reached out and rested just above my hip for a second. A moment's pressure and it was gone.

"I must get back." He repeated.




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17p



"Yes." I agreed. "I must go. I've something to do."

"The water heater." He reminded me.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17q



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17q: The Batting Order Ch. 17

All events and characters are fictitious. Copyright 2002.

Jenny.

I turned on the tap behind the bar and used an empty teapot to place more water inside the heater.

There was a groan from outside. Len walked to the door then looked at Ian.

"You're in." He said to him.

I think Ian had fallen asleep. He jerked his head upright and mumbled something.

"What? What?" 

Were the only words I could make out.

"Your turn at bat." I said to him.

"I've never done this." He replied, as if talking with his mouth full of cotton wool.

"It will only be for five minutes." Len said, encouragingly. "It's the last over and we only need three runs to win. Paul will get them. Just do what he tells you."

I could see Ian bristling at this.

"Please Ian." I said. "We need you."

He looked at me, rose unsteadily to his feet and walked to the door.

"Good luck." I called.

"Aye." He replied.

"Will you watch the bar please, Len?" I asked as Harry came into the room. "You can't use the toilets for a minute." I said to him. "There are naked women in there."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I'll check on them." I said and opened the door to the changing room.

I closed the door behind me as Len said something about washing clothes.

It was very quiet from the shower room. No it wasn't. I heard a gasp. Followed by a moan of pleasure.

I tapped on the door and called gently.

"It's only me." I said and opened the door.

Sally was gasping and pushing Lynda's head away from between her thighs as she sat on a chair beneath the clothes hooks.

"It's alright." Lynda said. "Calm down. It's only Jenny."

Sally stopped struggling as I closed the door.

"Don't worry." Lynda continued, pulling Sally's thighs apart at staring down at her exposed fanny, glistening with juices and saliva. "Jenny won't tell anybody. Will you Jenny?"

I shook my head. Not trusting my voice.

"Nobody is going to hurt you." Lynda said soothingly, her thumbs massaging the lips of Sally's fanny.

Sally closed her eyes and whimpered as she pulled them apart. I could see the moist, pink flesh inside her slit. Smell her. 

My own fanny was producing its lubrication. My clit was beginning to itch.

Lynda lowered her head. Sally gasped again, throwing back her head. I could hear the noises Lynda's tongue was making. I took a step forward. Then another. Sally reached out a hand and pulled mine down onto one of her breasts, I could feel the nipple hard against my palm. Lynda lifted her head as she worked on Sally's clit with her tongue. She looked first at my hand then at my face. She squeezed the back of my knee, then removed her hand and pushed two fingers into Sally.

Sally's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open. She was starting to pant. Lynda's fingers and tongue were moving faster. A loud groan went up from outside followed by laughter.

I took my hand from Sally's breast but she reached out and pulled it back. She was staring at me. Her face was turning red.

"Yes." She whispered, then held her breath as her body tensed and gave a little cry.

Lynda lifted her mouth from Sally's fanny and kissed the back of my hand were it still held Sally's breast.

There was a roar from outside. People were clapping. People were shouting and cheering.

"I'd better check on your clothes and find out what's happening outside." I said, releasing Sally's breast and smiling down at her and Lynda.

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Paul.

My back felt sore enough without everybody thumping me on it. Everybody wanted to touch Ian and I it seemed. 

I looked around for Jenny but I couldn't see her in the crush. 

"Come on everybody." I heard Jim shouting. "Stand back and let them breathe."

The crowd parted and I could see the three steps leading up to the pavilion in front of me. Where was Jenny? I took the steps in a leap and went into the main room. Len was standing behind the bar.

"Beer?" He asked, his hand already on the pump.

"Please." I replied, walking towards the changing room.

"Fucking lucky pair of bastards." A voice was saying behind me.

They can talk all they like. We won.

Ah. Jenny was coming out of the changing room. "Well?" She asked.

"We won." I smiled back.

I needed a drink and a piss. Not necessarily in that order.

"I need to go." I said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Not now." She replied, barring my way. "Lynda and Sally are in there."

Now that she had said I couldn't go my need suddenly increased.

"I do need to go." I told her. "Badly. And soon."

"I'll see if I can get them half-decent." Jenny said and went back into the changing room.

The room behind me was filling up. The chair nearest the changing room door was empty so I sat down and unbuckled my pads.

The door opened and Jenny came back out.

"They are standing behind the curtain in one of the showers." She told me. "I had better come with you. I don't want you looking at them."

"I wouldn't." I protested.

But I knew Jenny and dutifully followed her, stopping to place my pads, bat and gloves in my bag. Strange, it was not fastened. Where were my soap, shampoo and towel? It wasn't that I intended using them here. I had planned to go back to the house for that.

"Hurry up." Jenny called from the shower-room doorway.

I hurried across to join her. She closed the door behind me.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking around the room.

One of the toilet cubical doors hung off its hinges. The curtain in front of one of the showers was pulled closed.

"Well?" Jenny asked. "I thought you wanted to go."

"I do." I assured her.

Funny. Now that I could go the need seemed to be leaving me. I looked at Jenny. Better try and do something.

"Sally was sick." She said, watching me unbutton the flies of my trousers.

I undid the top fastenings and reached inside my underpants for my ball's protector. Jenny took it from me, holding it between the tips of her fingers and thumb.

"Oh." She said. "It's all sweaty.

"It was hot out there." I protested, pointing my prick at the urinal.

She looked down at it, placed my box in the sink beside the urinals and reached out her hand, closing her fingers around it.

"Come on then." She urged softly, pulling my foreskin back.

Hiss.

My stream of urine left the end of my prick.

"Come on." I heard a voice from inside the changing room, it sounded like Bill. "Some of us want to use the showers."

My flow had subsided. Jenny shook off the drops.

"You stay here and guard the shower." Jenny said suddenly, releasing my prick and turning on the tap in the sink to wash her hands. "I'll see if their clothes are dry yet."

"What about my beer?" I complained. I could do with one now.

"I'll bring it back with me."

She kissed me on the cheek and turned to leave.

"No looking." She said over her shoulder.

As if I would.

I positioned myself in front of the shower curtain.

"Are you alright in there?" I asked.

"Hmm."

Was the only reply I received to my question.

The door to the changing room opened and Harry and Bill poked their heads around the corner.

"Where are these naked women then?" Bill asked.

"Shush." I admonished. "They're behind here."

I indicated the shower curtain behind me with a movement of my head.

The men both smiled then turned their backs on me to use the urinals. I could hear the sound of their piss striking the porcelain.

"Hey." Lynda's voice came from behind me. "What's happening?"

I turned my head and saw her own sticking out around the edge of the shower curtain. I could see her shoulder, half a breast and her hip. I looked back up at her face. She was smiling at me. I'd always liked Lynda. The first girl who ever made me come.

"The men are using the things." I replied trying to keep them from her sight whilst trying to see more of her body.

She nodded, still smiling.

"We can't stay in her like this." 

I heard Sally saying in a low voice.

Lynda turned her back to me giving me a brief sight of her right ass cheek, the crack between them and her left ass cheek.

"We'll be alright." Lynda was saying soothingly. "Jenny will fetch our clothes and Paul will look after us until she gets back."

She turned back to face me. Ass cheek, crack and ass cheek.

"Pass us our underwear Paul." Lynda said, pointing with one hand.

Strange that I hadn't noticed them before. Two pairs of knickers and bras hanging on a hook beside my towel.

Bill and Harry left the room and the noise suddenly increased from the main room.

The knickers felt damp. If I had been alone I don't think I could have resisted the chance to lift them to my nose.

"Here you are." I said, handing them through the gap in the curtain and the wall of the shower.

My hand touched something soft yet firm.

"Naughty." Lynda said.

I felt other fingers taking the clothing from mine and removed my hand. Automatically I lifted my fingers to my nose. They smelt of woman.

The door to the changing room opened and Jenny entered carrying some clothes.

"You can go now." She instructed. "They need more room to get dressed and the East Chipstable team are leaving."

"What about me?" Sally started crying. "I came with Jerry in his car."

"I think he has already gone." Jenny looked at me and indicated the door with a movement of her head.

"I can't go back with the others." Sally said. "What am I going to do?"

"Paul can take you home." Jenny said, handing the clothes through the gap in the curtain. "Won't you dear."

I really wanted to stay and have a few beers.

Jenny smiled at me and mouthed the word please.

"Yes." I said without too much enthusiasm. "I'll take you."

"Go and get your car." Jenny ordered. "We'll have to stay here and help tidy up at the end. We'll see you back at the house."

I nodded and entered the changing room. Ian was lying asleep on one of the benches beneath the coat-hooks. 

I contemplated leaving him there for the girls to contend with but shook him by the shoulder.

"What?" He mumbled.

"Come on Ian." I shook him again. "Time to go home."

He slowly opened his eyes and swung his feet onto the floor.

"Home." He said with difficulty.

"Home." I said, fastening my cricket bag and hoisting it onto my shoulder.

He stood up and farted.

"Yes." He mumbled. "Home."

He followed me into the main room. Jim slapped me on the back.

"Well played, Paul." 

"Do you want a pint, Paul?" Len asked from behind the bar.

I could murder one but better not if I was going to drive for an hour.

"Not now." I replied. "I've got to get my car and take Sally home. I could do with a drink of water."

Len turned away and turned on the tap. Taking a pint glass he three-parts filled it with water and placed it on the counter before me. I took the first half-pint in two gulps. I was thirsty. I held the glass in my hand and looked around the room. Usually you would expect the visiting team to stay for a couple of drinks at least. There were just club members past and present and a lot of clearing up to be done.

"Where did they go?" I asked the room in general.

"That Jerry was looking for Steve." Jim replied as I took a sip of water. "When he couldn't find him he stormed out. Their captain was upset that Ian had thrown up over the pitch when you had gone for that run. Then Jerry knocking the bat out of Ian's hand and the ball going off for four was the final straw for them."

I had to smile. There was a funny side to it all.

"I must go." I told the room.

I went outside followed by a subdued Ian. I think he was having a hangover. 

The side-stalls were being dismantled and people were carrying things from the marquee. I felt tired. I looked around at the scoreboard. The scores were still showing. Batsman number four eighty-two runs. Not as many as Jerry had scored for them but I was pleased with them. I wished Jenny were standing by my side at that moment instead of a drunken Scotsman. I wanted to point it out to her. Although as things tended to go it would probably be Ian who would be remembered for scoring the winning runs and not my contribution.

"Come on." I said to him. "Let's go."

We stopped once in the next field so Ian could take piss against a hedge. We climbed the wooden stile beside the gate and trudged across the next field attracting an escort of cows. I opened the bolt on the final gate and we slipped through the gap and I slid it back into place before the cows could follow us. We turned up the lane and walked the twenty or so yards to the entrance to my grandfather's cottage. I could hear Millie whining. 

I took the key to the front door from my pocket as we approached it. Sitting inside the front porch I could see Steve.

"How did the game go?" He asked, standing up as we approached.

"We won." I told him, inserting the key into the lock.

His face looked a bit of a mess. One side of it was swollen and he had a black bruise around one eye.

"Who got the runs?"

"Ian scored the winning ones in the last over."

"Och man." Ian said. "It was nothing."

"I know that." I confirmed. "I was there."

I opened the door and stood back as Millie bounded out to greet us. Sniffed at each of us in turn then, when satisfied she knew whom we were, sniffed around some bushes at the side of the cottage and had a piss.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Steve as we made our way into the house.

"My car is at my mothers," he explained, "and I didn't think it a good idea to go there in case somebody told that Jerry where it was."

"He's gone now." I told him. "I think you are safe."

"Why are you here?" Steve dumped his bag on the kitchen floor, opened the fridge door and helped himself to a bottle of beer. "I need this. Why didn't you stay for the drinks after the match?"

I didn't answer and reached down to play with Millie's ears.

"Anybody else want one?" He asked taking the bottle opener from the drawer by the side of the sink.

"Not for me." I said. "Sally didn't want to go with the rest of the East Chipstable crowd so I have been given the job of driving her home."

"Not now." Ian said clasping at his lower stomach. "Where's your toilet."

I pointed to the first door down the hallway leading back to the front door and he groaned and made his way to it.

I turned the key in the back door and left it wide open.

"Are you going to hang around a bit?" I asked Steve.

"Yes." He replied, taking a glass from a cupboard and pouring some beer into it. "If you don't mind."

"Look after Millie then." I headed back to the front door, Millie following. "You stay girl." I said and fondled her ears.

It was a fifteen-minute walk from the cricket ground to the cottage across the fields. It took less than five minutes to drive it. I drove past the front entrance where cars were queuing to get out and on past the playing field and village school. I turned left into the narrow road that ran past the back of the field. The rear gate to the field was standing open so I turned my car into the field and pulled up beside Jenny's.

Both my parent's cars were still there, so was Jim Clark's.

I walked to the front of the pavilion.

"Hello." Jenny called, making her way towards me from the direction of the marquee.

She broke into a run. I stretched my arms. My body was starting to stiffen up. 

"You scored most of your teams runs." She told me, placing her arms about my neck and kissing me on the lips. "I wish I could have seen more of the game now."

I placed my hands on the small of her back and kissed her in return.

"Everybody in the bar afterwards said that without you they would never have won." She rested her head on my chest.

We stood together for a moment, neither moving. 

"Where's this Sally then?" I said, moving her away before I started to get a hard on.

"She's helping Lynda tidy up in the bar."

"Has everybody else gone?"

"Just about." She looked around and waved to Lynda and Sally who were leaving the pavilion.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked Sally.

"We were talking about that." Lynda said. "Sally would like to spend the night here, with us. If that's okay?"

"I don't really want to go home now." Sally, sniffed, her eyes were red as if she had been crying, there was the smell of stale alcohol on her breath. "There will be too many questions from my mother and Jerry might come around."

Jim was locking the door to the pavilion. 

"Did you want something from inside there?" He asked me, as he made his way towards his car.

Shirley was walking towards us from the marquee with my parents.

"Well?" She asked Jenny. "Are we going back to Bristol?"

"Not tonight." Jenny replied.

Shirley didn't look happy.

"You'll be a little crowded." My father said. "You would be welcome to stay at our house. Wouldn't she dear?"

"I'm sure they will manage." My mother replied quite stiffly.

"I'll stay with Jenny, thanks." Shirley stated, stepping away from my parents.

"Come on David." My mother said. "Let's go home. I just wanted to say thank you to you all for helping out today. I don't know what we would have done without you."

To a chorus of 'thank-yous' and 'it was nothings' my parents walked across to their cars.

"Let's get back to the cottage." Jenny suggested. "We can have a shower and then Paul can take us all down to the pub later."

She smiled at me and gave my hand a squeeze. It could be fun I supposed.

"You follow us back." She ordered. "Who wants to go with Paul?"

There didn't seem to be any takers.

She led them to her car leaving me standing at the corner to the pavilion. I waved to my mother as she drove out through the gate. Then to my father. The girls were getting into Jenny's car. A flash of thigh from Sally and the sight of Lynda's denim covered ass climbing into the back. Then Shirley, siting elegantly on the seat and lifting her long legs inside before closing the door.

Yes it could be a fun evening.

I looked at the scoreboard. All the numbers had been removed. The field was nearly empty. The game might never have happened.

************************************

Jenny.

I turned over in bed. The light was streaming through a crack in the curtains.

I turned onto my back and looked at the long, thick light-brown hair that covered Shirley's pillow.

It had been fun in the pub. It was a surprise to find Steve here when we got back from the cricket. I think Paul should have warned us about that. Ian seemed to spend most of the evening nursing a hangover. But at least he didn't drink much. Something gurgled inside me. I needed the toilet. 

I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and pulled on my dressing gown. Where was Paul? Oh yes. He was on the sofa downstairs. It was very gallant of him to insist that Shirley sleep in the proper bed with me. He deserved a reward. 

I opened the bedroom door as quietly as I could and walked towards the bathroom. I could hear grunts and groans and bedsprings from the second bedroom where Lynda and Ian were sleeping. Similar sounds were coming from the single room Paul used to use when he stayed here as a child. That would be Steve and Sally. I wondered how Shirley felt about that?

I slipped into the bathroom and sat down on the seat. I sighed. That was better. I wiped myself and flushed the toilet then washed my hands in the wash basin. 

I knew everybody except Shirley was awake upstairs but I still made as little noise as possible creeping down the stairs. I opened the door to the living room and looked inside. There was no sign of Paul on the sofa. Damn. Where was he? There was an itch building between my legs. He needed his reward soon. 

I went through to the kitchen. He'd made some tea. It was still hot in the pot. The back door was open and I could see Millie running after a stick thrown from inside the walled garden. I poured myself a mug of tea and added some milk and sugar. That tasted good. I carried my mug out onto the veranda that ran the width of the building at the rear. There was a low stone wall and wide steps leading down to a second veranda with the swimming pool. He'd removed the cover and I could hear the low hum of the pump as it filtered the water. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17q



I stopped at the second set of steps that led down onto the main lawn and the walled garden and looked back. I loved this house. It wasn't the biggest. It only had three bedrooms. But as Paul said, it had potential.

I wished Paul's grandfather would live forever but I hoped that this would pass to us when he died. His father didn't need it. They had a big house on the outskirts of Taunton. Five bedrooms, two garages. They wouldn't want this.

I turned around and looked out over the lawn. A man named Fred came in three days a week to keep the gardens and lawns in order. A woman called Vicky came in most mornings to do the housework and prepare Paul's grandfather Roland's meals.

I walked down the stone steps onto the lawn. The grass felt a little damp beneath my bare feet. I wondered what Paul was doing? 

I walked to the entrance to the walled garden and looked inside. He was sitting on the park bench next to where Len and Stephanie had been making love the previous day when we had arrived.

He looked up as I approached him. He looked sad.

I sat down beside him and placed my arm around his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

I ran my fingers through his hair. 

"I was just thinking." He replied.

He took a sip from his mug of tea so I did the same from mine.

"What about?"

"Things." He looked at me and smiled weakly. "About people dying, mostly. In Spain. My grandmother here."

"That was sad." I agreed.

I didn't really care about the people in Spain. They had been willing to kill us.

"That's all over now though." I said, turning his face towards mine. "We are here."

I took his hand and placed it on my breast. His fingers closed about it. I wanted him.

"Wait." I said and stood up in front of him and lifted the bottom of my nightdress above my hips.

He pulled apart the tails of my dressing gown and looked. He leaned his head forward. The first touch of his tongue against my clit was like I had received an electric shock. My knees trembled. I gasped out loud. His tongue touched me again. So gently. I pushed myself forward against his face. 

His hands were reaching behind me, feeling for my ass cheeks. 

"Oh yes." I said as he gripped them.

I could feel his finger searching between my ass cheeks for my anus. I groaned out loud as he touched it. His tongue was moving faster, his finger rubbing my anus. This felt so good. I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I ground my fanny hard against his mouth, hurting myself but not caring, not wanting the feelings to stop. 

I was coming. I was coming. I was there.

I could feel a tear running down my cheek from the corner of my eye. I breathed deeply with my eyes closed. My legs felt weak. My thighs were shaking. 

I lowered myself to the ground, settling onto my back. I opened my legs and bent my knees offering myself to him in the most brazen way. 

He dropped to his knees between my thighs his eyes fixed on the lips of my fanny. I wished I could see it as he was. He fumbled with the top of his trousers and zip. Pulling them down to mid thigh with his underpants. His prick was already hard. It was twitching. He worked his foreskin back and forth a few times then moved into place above me. I reached down between our bodies with my hands and holding my lips apart guided him inside me.

I grunted as he thrust into me. Wrapping my arms around his back. Lifting my mouth for a kiss.

I could taste myself upon his lips and tongue.

He was moving faster. Faster still. I was going to come again. I lifted my hips and squeezed his prick. I was there. I closed my eyes. His face was still there. He would look so serious. Still moving in and out of me. I was coming again. No more. He was there. I could feel him inside. Wet and warm.

I opened my eyes. He was smiling. He looked pleased with something.

The end.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18a



Rubies are Red.

A Paul and Jenny story.

Copyright 2002 by Paul C.  All rights reserved.

As in all my stories all events and characters are fictitious.

December 1973.

Part 1.

Paul.

I awoke with a hard on and rolled over behind Jenny who lay on her side facing away from me.   I felt good.  I pushed at the crack between her ass cheeks with the end of my prick and felt it push the material of her nightdress between them.  She wriggled then settled.

I did feel good.   I was working for an Accountancy firm in Bristol while I finished taking the exams I needed to qualify as an Accountant.  Jenny had finished her master's degree and was at teacher training college.  Shirley was away for the weekend staying with her parents.  Everything was all right in the world.   Well, my world anyway.

Now what I needed to set myself up for the weekend was lying in front of me.

I pulled my prick away from her ass cheeks and slowly pulled up her nightdress.  She moaned slightly as I pulled it free from between her ass cheeks.   I waited for a few seconds for her to settle then moved back to my original position.  

It was warm beneath the bedclothes.   It was cold and wet outside.   I could hear the rain beating against the windowpane.

I placed my hand on her ass cheek and lifted it slightly.  My prick touched her anus and she stiffened slightly.   

"No."  She mumbled.  "Not there."

I guided it away from her anus and felt it touch the soft, furry skin between her two openings.

"That's nice."  She said.

She lifted her leg as I moved forward and I felt my prick slid along the lips of her fanny.  I pulled back and pushed again.

"Hmm."

Her fingers were feeling between her legs for the tip of my prick.  She was holding herself open for me.  I pulled back then pushed again.  Something wet and warm was gripping the tip of my prick.  I pushed again.  She gasped out loud once and I was inside her.

"Don't rush."  She said, hardly above a whisper.

She lowered her leg as I started moving in and out of her, reaching behind herself for my hand and pulling it up to her breasts.   I felt them through her nightdress then inside the front of it.  Her nipples were hardening.  I moved faster.

She sighed gently.  It was so warm inside her.  I could feel my balls lifting.  I moved in and out faster.   Faster still.  I was coming.

I shot inside her again and again.

She sighed contentedly.

I stopped moving, leaving my prick where it was.   It would be safe there.

I gently squeezed her breasts.  Moving my hand from one to the other.

"Have you noticed something?"  She suddenly asked.

"What?"  I replied.

"The bed doesn't squeak when Shirley isn't here."

I hadn't noticed.  I knew it did squeak when she was here and that no amount of oiling seemed to be able to stop it.

My prick was regaining its hardness.  I moved it in and out.

"I hadn't noticed."  I said, increasing my tempo.  "I'll listen out for it this time."

"Yes."  She gasped.  "You do that."

She sounded a little breathless.  I slowed down.

"Are you okay?"  I asked into her hair.

"Yes."  She panted back.

Perhaps she was going to come.   She didn't always in the mornings.  

She lifted her leg and began turning onto her back.  I helped her to settle then moved down the bed until I was lying at right angles to her.  Her knees were bent.  She was resting one foot on my ribs and one on my thigh.  I thrust in and out of her.  Penetrating more deeply than before.  She was tightening her fanny lips about my prick.   It felt so good.   

I felt between her legs and squeezed her fanny lips around the shaft of my prick.  Then I found her little pea of a clitoris and rubbed it.

Her fanny seemed to grip me like a hand.  Her whole body tensed then relaxed.  I kept still for a few seconds then started thrusting in and out of her again.  I rubbed her clit as I did so.   I knew she was capable of coming five or six times in a row if I took my time.  I was glad this was our second fuck.  My staying power had never been good on my first. 

She was holding my wrist.  To take it away or quicken its movements.  I didn't know which.   She was coming again.  She was looking at me, a broad smile on her face.  Her eyes closed and she was there again.  She was so wet I slipped out.  Her fingers were on my prick guiding it back inside her fanny before I could move my own fingers from her clit.

She was breathing heavily.  Squeezing and releasing my prick with her fanny.  I was nearly there.  I pushed it inside her as far as I could and came.  She was there again.  Her fanny contracted and relaxed around my prick as I came.

I stopped moving, breathing deeply.   She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"What shall we do today?"  She asked as my shrinking prick slipped from her hole and I moved up to lie by her side.

"We could stay here."  I suggested.  "Or go see your parents."

"We could."  She agreed.  I wasn't sure to which suggestion.

"We could have some beer in the pub then bring some fish and chips home and watch the sport on the TV."

I was warming to the idea of staying at home this weekend.  I moved the front of her nightdress to one side and looked down at the breast I'd exposed.   They weren't the biggest I had been fortunate to get my hands on.  The nipple was smaller than my little finger even when erect.  It wasn't quite erect now.  I lowered my mouth to it and sucked it between my lips.

"Hmm," she sighed, "that's nice."

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.  They were smiling.   I pulled at the bottom of her nightdress and she sat up to help me take it off.  

"Don't throw it on the floor."  She said, taking it from my hand before I could.  

She folded it neatly, lifted her top pillow and placed it beneath it.

"That's better."  She said laying her head back.

I looked down at her body.   Small, firm breasts with their hardening nipples.   Slightly rounded stomach.   Pubic mound with it's thin covering of hair.   Her thin thighs that I could enclose in my hands.

I placed my hand upon her stomach.  She shivered.  Or was it trembled?

"Are you cold?"   I asked.

"A little."  She replied.

I looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table.   It was nine-twenty.   The central heating was only on in the mornings from six to eight as we were both out all day and came back on at three-thirty in the afternoon to warm the house for our return.


Decisions.  Cover us both with the bedclothes or go down to the kitchen and switch the central heating back on?   The rain was rattling against the windowpane.  We would need the central heating on if we were going to stay at home.

"I'll go and switch the central heating back on."  I said, turning away from her and standing up.

She looked disappointed.   

"I'll only be a minute."  I assured her.

Her face was glum.  Then it brightened.

"Put the kettle on and make some toast."  She smiled at me and stood up on her side of the bed.  "I need to go."

I followed her from the bedroom watching her ass cheeks moving from side to side and up and down.  She stopped at the bathroom door and looked over her shoulder at me.

"You go downstairs."

What could she mean?  Did she think I was going to follow her into the bathroom and watch her on the toilet?  My prick twitched.   Perhaps not, first thing in the morning.

I smiled at her and headed down the stairs.   Our morning paper had been delivered, as had our mail.   I smiled when I remembered the first letter we had received when we had first moved into the house.  Jenny had been so excited.   Our first letter.  From the College, if I remembered right.

I hurried into the kitchen.  She was right, it was getting cold.  Turning the dial by the back door that controlled the central heating system to on I took the kettle, filled it and plugged it in to boil.

I flicked through our mail.  One was from America.  It looked like Michael de Vanes writing.  We received one from him most months.  They were usually full with details of Cleo's progress.   Cleo.  I had only seen her the once.   She didn't really look like me.  Nobody should know she was mine.  Not even her mother, as she had had twins.  Certainly they were not identical.  It had been fun making her.   That was over three years ago now.  Too much wine and Brandy.  I hadn't meant to have her.  But these things happen at sea.  Or on a cruise boat on the Nile anyway.

There were some of my clothes in the tumble dryer in the utility room next to the outside toilet.   The toilet seemed a good idea as well.   Nobody would see me.

I opened the back door and stepped, naked, outside.  It was cold.  The door closed behind me.  I heard the Yale lock click.   Oh fuck.  I turned the handle on the utility door.  It was locked.  Oh double fuck.   I remembered telling Jenny to make sure we lock it every night as Mrs Smart, the neighbour two doors up had come around one evening earlier in the week to tell us that strangers had been seen looking at the houses in our row.  She was sure they must be burglars.

The toilet door was locked as well.  The rain was beating down on the sloping roof that joined the outbuildings to the main house.   I looked up.  The light was on in the bathroom.  I could hear water running.  She was going to have a bath.

What should I do?  If I yelled it might attract the neighbours.   

A gust of wind carried enough rain onto my body to make up my mind.  I yelled.

"Jenny."

I rattled the handle and thumped on the door.

"Jenny."

No response.

More wind and rain struck my body.  I looked down at my prick.  It was trying to shrink back into my body to where my balls had already disappeared.

"Jenny."

It was no good.   I'd have to go around to the front.   I picked up the metal lid to our dustbin.   What would be best?  To use it to cover my head or to cover my prick?   

Another gust of wind.  I sneezed.

The kitchen windows were steaming up.   Damn that kettle.  We must get one with an automatic cut out.

I hurried to the edge of the house on the side away from our neighbours using the dustbin lid to cover my head.   I could hear the rain pattering inside it.  

I stepped onto the gravel path at the side of the garage.  That hurt the soles of my feet.   My Morgan was safely inside the garage and Jenny's VW Beetle was parked with its nose inches from the door.   I made my way around to the rear of the car and towards the front door.  A car drove passed and the driver hooted its horn.

At least there was a little bit of shelter under the front door porch.   I held the dust bin lid to cover my ass cheeks as I pressed the doorbell.

I pressed it again.  Then again, keeping my finger on it.  I could hear it ringing inside.  

Jenny's voice called from upstairs.

"Aren't you going to answer that?"

I pushed open the letter flap and called back.

"Jenny.  It's me."

"I know it is."  She replied.  "Now see to the door.  I'm having a bath."

"Jenny."  I almost screamed.

Another passing car driver hooted its horn.  

I looked over my shoulder.   A double-deck green bus was driving slowly past.

"Jenny."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm locked out."

"No.  How?"

"It doesn't matter.  Let me in."

"I'll be down in a minute."

"I don't have any clothes on."

"Hello Paul."  A voice behind me called.

Harry, a local farmer, was slowing down on his tractor.

"Hello Harry."  I replied turning to face him covering myself with the dustbin lid.

"Bit nippy this morning."

He sounded as if it were an everyday occurrence to talk to a naked man holding only a dustbin lid.

I could hear the door opening behind me.  The neighbour's front doors were opening along the street. 

"Get in."  Jenny hissed from behind me.

"Got locked out."  I called to Harry as I backed into the house.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18b



Part 2.

I stepped from the bathtub and, wrapping myself in a bath towel, went downstairs to the kitchen. 

Jenny was already dressed in jeans and a blouse. I could see the outline of her bra-straps as she turned away from me to place two more slices of toast in the toaster.

"I didn't know your Grandfather was going to South America." She suddenly said.

I must have had a blank expression on my face for she continued.

"It's in Michael de Vane's letter."

I picked up a teacup and sipped the hot liquid inside. That was better. Get something warm inside you. That's what my Scout leader had always said when we were out camping in foul weather. Get yourself inside something warm should have been his motto from what we subsequently found out about his tangled love life.

"I didn't know he was." I said buttering a slice of toast.

I looked at the top of the cooker. The frying pan wasn't in use. It looked as if it would be just toast for breakfast.

"I thought he was spending the next few weeks in Spain." Jenny said, collecting the fresh toast from the toaster and sitting at the table opposite me.

"I thought that." I agreed through a mouthful of toast.

"Michael de Vane says that he is going to South America with Roddrego to visit their Ruby mine." 

Jenny picked up the flimsy sheets of airmail letter and, placing her glasses on her nose, read part aloud.

"I received a telephone call from Roddrego yesterday evening. Their income from the mine has been steadily falling over the past few years and they were concerned that the new manager was cooking the books in some way. They decided that the only way to get some straight answers would be to go and see the man for themselves."

"Well." I said, pouring another cup of tea. "Mines don't last forever. They have had a good income from this one for nearly thirty years. And it isn't as if they need the money."

"Hmm." Jenny looked doubtful. "Michael is concerned that they should be going at all at their ages. They are both over seventy."

"One last adventure." I looked down at the pile of clothes she was pushing across the table towards me. 

"Your Grandfather isn't well."

No, he wasn't well. He hadn't looked particularly good since Grandmother had died three years before. That anniversary would be in a few weeks.

Jenny and I hadn't been down to see him much since Millie, my Black Labrador, had died in the summer. I didn't feel comfortable there anymore. Too many memories. I knew that Jenny loved the house and I supposed I still did deep down. It was just too soon for me.

The telephone was ringing.

"I'll get it." Jenny said standing up. "You get dressed."

It looked as if our staying in bed at least until lunch had gone. I did as I was told. 

"What!" Jenny exclaimed through the half-opened door. Then she laughed. "That'll teach him."

"Yes, we know." She continued after a pause during which I could see she was concentrating on the voice at the other end.

She looked at me as I made my way into the hall tucking my safari style shirt into the top of my jeans.

"I don't think we can." She said into the mouthpiece. "I have exams on Thursday and Friday. I'll ask him."

She covered the mouthpiece with her hand.

"Your father has fallen into a new bunker they are building on the Golf course. He's broken a bone in his foot and dislocated his knee."

"How did he do that?" I asked.

"I don't know." She replied. "It was while he was still playing."

"Ok." I nodded. "Shall we go down and see him?"

"Yes. No." She looked at the telephone receiver. "Your mother want's us to go to South America and bring your grandfather back. I've told her I have exams."

"I can't just walk out of my job."

"She said David will fix that for you."

I thought for a few seconds.

"You mean I should go alone?" 

"Yes."

I could hear my mother's voice coming from the earpiece of the phone. 

"We're just discussing it." Jenny said briefly into the mouthpiece and replaced her hand over it.

"Well?" She continued. "Do you want to?"

"I don't want to." I said, this could be a lot of effort for nothing, "what if they don't want to come home?"

"What if they don't want to come home?" Jenny asked into the phone.

She listened.

"Your mother said that she sent a telegram to them yesterday telling them to stay in their hotel until you get there on Wednesday." She listened at the earpiece again.

"She received a reply this morning and they agree."

Hmm. That was strange. Why travel on the way down there to meekly agree to come home? Why couldn't they come home on their home?

Jenny was listening again.

"Your mother says she doesn't trust them. She thinks they will just tell her they are coming home and then go off into the jungle. They won't if they think you are going out there to collect them."

"I'm not so sure about that." I said. "When do I leave?"

"There is a plane on Sunday with an overnight stop in New York. Then down to Miami, change planes and you will be there late Tuesday evening." Jenny was listening at the phone again. "There are planes back to Miami on Wednesday and Friday."

She pulled open the small drawer in the front of the hall table and took out the small writing pad and pen we kept in it for taking messages. She started writing.

I looked over her shoulder and placed my hand upon her hip. She kissed my cheek.

She was writing down a man's name and a telephone number.

"When you get to London you are to ring this man." She said, laying down the pen and tearing the piece of paper from the pad. "You'll need your passport."

"Alright." She said into the mouthpiece of the phone. "I will."

She put down the phone and looked up at me. 

"She said I'm not to worry. You will be safe." She frowned. "What did she mean by that?"

I shrugged my shoulders and went back into the kitchen. There was still some tea in the pot so I poured it into our cups. It was just warm.

Jenny sat and opened the newspaper. 

"Ah!" She exclaimed.

"What?" I asked standing behind her and looking over her shoulder and the near naked woman with large breasts on page three.

"Not at those." She said, pointing at the other page. "What is it with you men and breasts."

"I'm only looking." I replied.

"Just as well you can't touch."

"They wouldn't feel as nice as yours."

I reached under her arms and cupped each breast.

She stiffened slightly then relaxed. I massaged them as she started to read from the article her finger was pointing to.

"Rebels are advancing in the south and west. They control the main highway to the south and the two major river crossings to the two neighbouring countries. The Government is planning to launch a counter-offensive at any time." "Is that where you're going?" She looked up at me and I stopped massaging her breasts.

"The airport is by the capitol. Up here on the coast."

I pointed to the large black dot that indicated the position of the country's capitol on the little map in the paper.

"Where's the mine?"

I tried to be vague.

"Around there." I said, waving a finger at the map.

She caught my hand with my finger still extended in her hand.

"Where?"

I pointed to the south of the country.

"Down there."

"That would be in rebel territory."

"Yes." I agreed. "I suppose so." 

My eyes were drawn to the naked breasts on page three. 

"Concentrate on me, please." She said in her stern, schoolteacher to be, voice.

I replaced my hand on her breast and continued my massaging movements with my fingers.

"I didn't mean that." Her voice was a little lower.

I stopped the movements of my fingers.

"Now you're there though."

She leaned her head back against my chest and looked up at me. I kissed her forehead. She smiled. I leaned further forward and sought her lips with my own. She tasted of toast and butter. I moved one hand to the buttons on her blouse and undid the top three. That was better. I could get my hands inside her bra. Her nipples were hard, almost sharp against the palms of my hands.

She took a deep breath as I lifted my head.

"You will do what your mother said won't you?"

"What do you mean?"

My prick was straining inside my jeans. I quickly unzipped myself and pulled it free. That felt better. I knelt by her side then pulled her chair around to face me. Her fingers reached out for my prick and for a few seconds we held our positions. I kissed her chin, then her neck. I pulled the soft white swelling of one her breasts from her bra and kissed then sucked upon her nipple. My prick fell from her fingers as I moved between her legs. She ran her fingers through my hair as I unbuttoned her remaining blouse buttons and fumbled for the button on her jeans. She sighed as I released it and pulled down on her zip. 

I could smell her over the perfume of her soap and powder. Heady, earthy, lovely. She lifted her ass cheeks to aid my removal of her jeans and knickers as I released her nipple with my lips and kissed down to her navel. I licked around its tight folds of skin then continued down. I caught some of her pubic hairs between my lips and pulled on them. I could feel her skin lift as I did so. "Hmm." She sighed. 

I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs.

"That's nice." She mumbled.

I lifted her legs and placed the backs of her thighs upon my shoulders. 

"Yes." She whispered.

I reached over the tops of her thighs and pulled wide the lips of her fanny with my fingertips. She whimpered slightly. I lowered my mouth to her and pushed my tongue inside. Her thighs tightened momentarily then relaxed. I licked as far inside her as my tongue could reach. Her hands behind my head pulled me in, closer to her hole, as if she wanted all of me inside her. I move my mouth towards her clit allowing room for me to move a hand from the top of her thighs and push first one then a second finger into her. She arched her back as they entered her. She gasped out loud. I felt for her anus with a third finger. It was tight and very wet from the mixture of her juices and my saliva that were down to it. I tickled it for a few seconds, feeling it tighten then relax. I pushed my finger inside it as I sucked her clitoris from its protective hood.

"Ah."

I pulled it back then pushed again.

"Oh."

It was in to the second knuckle. I pulled it nearly out, collecting more lubricant as it ran from her fanny and pushed it back inside her again. It was sliding in and out easier now. As were the two fingers in her fanny. I flicked her clit from side to side with the tip of my tongue. She was gasping out loud. I moved my fingers faster. Her body tensed. A sound came from the back of her throat and she relaxed.

I lifted my head as I pulled my fingers from her holes. There were some beads of sweat on her brow. But she was smiling.

I stood in front of her, my by now semi hard prick sticking out of the front of my jeans. She undid the button at the top and pulled them down, together with my underpants. I could feel my prick growing back to full hardness before she touched it. It jerked upright when she did. 

I looked down. She was studying it intently. She pulled my foreskin back, released it and watched as it slowly unfurled to cover most of the head of my prick.

She pulled my foreskin back again. This time she held it in place as she licked the head then pushed the tip of her tongue against my little piss hole. She licked around the head again, moistening it with her saliva. She worked my foreskin back and forth a few times then she held it back as she guided the head of my prick into her mouth.

It felt so good. Warm and wet. With her tongue pressing hard against the underside of my shaft and her lips forming a tight ring around it. My hips started to move. I was fucking her mouth. Her fingers were on my balls. Lifting and weighing them. I placed my hands upon her head. My hips were moving faster. My balls were getting tighter. 

"Ah." I gasped as I came.

My legs suddenly felt weak as I finished emptying myself into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing. 

She stood up as my prick fell from her mouth.

"We had better get packed then." I said, pulling her towards me, feeling her pubic hairs against my prick and tasting the salt of my cum on her lips.

"What shall we do in London tonight?" I asked, feeling her ass cheeks.

"Your mother wants me to stay with her tonight."

She didn't say she was going to. She just let the statement hand in the air between us. 

"I suppose you better had then." I said. 

"She did sound worried."

"Yes. I suppose she must be."

"And you will be back by this time next weekend."

"Yes. I should be."

I suddenly really didn't want to go. It was such a long way. And Jenny wouldn't be seeing me off.

"Ring me at your parents when you get to the flat and again when you leave for the airport in the morning."

"I will." I promised.

"And do just what your mother has asked you to do."

"I have no intention of doing anything else." I assured her, tickling her anus with a fingertip. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18c



Part 3.

I battled through the traffic in the middle of Bristol and out through the north of the City until I reached the motorway to London. I had seen Jenny drive off first across the high downs heading past the airport then south to Taunton. The traffic was comparatively light and I was making good time.  I had done the journey from my house in Bristol to the apartment in Chiswick in a little over two hours once, but that had been very early on a Sunday morning and getting through Bristol had taken less than twenty minutes. I still thought I would do it in two and half-hours.

The engine of the Morgan was purring gently. The Speedo read just under seventy. Fast enough for me today. The sky had never really cleared all day. It had darkened and rained at times then brightened slightly but never really cleared. My mood was sinking into the greyness that surrounded me.  

It was raining again now. I switched on my wipers and headlights. It was suddenly becoming very dark.

I looked at the dashboard clock. One-thirty. Jenny would be there by now. I turned on the radio. Horse-racing. Not really an audio sport. I pressed one of the preset buttons. Music. Pop music. I began to sing along.

Why had I agreed to go? There was little I wanted to do less than fly half way around the world. Spend a night in a Hotel and then fly all the way back again. It could be worse I supposed. But at the present I couldn't see how.

I turned up the volume on the radio to drown out the pit, pit, pat of the rain on the fabric cover above my head. The windscreen wipers were moving at full speed but didn't seem to be having much effect on the rain. I slowed to fifty-five and pulled in behind a large lorry.

The effect of his spray and the rain cut my visibility even more so I pulled back out again and accelerated past him. It was foul weather to be driving in. Perhaps a few days in the sun wouldn't be too bad after all.

It was getting lighter suddenly.  The rain was easing. I could just see the massive walls of Windsor Castle to my right. Then it was gone. A movement to my right caught my eye and I saw a jet airliner lifting into the air from Heathrow airport.  This meant I would be there in thirty minutes.

I yawned and stretched. There was never enough room in this car. It was great for short trips onto the downs on warm summer evenings with the roof down. It was great sitting in the passenger seat with Jenny riding up and down upon my prick. But it was cramped for driving any distance in.

I left the motorway at its last junction and turned onto the road that led to my apartment. Or block of apartments to be precise. My great uncle Alistair had bought one in the late twenties after he had married his long time love Natasha. Slowly, over the years, they had acquired all six in the block. When Natasha had died she had left them all to me. Four were currently let; Hudson, who had been my father's Sergeant during the war, used one. He acted as a kind of caretaker. One of the top-floor apartments we kept for our own use or to impress clients of my father's accountancy firm. It could be a lonely place if you were staying in it alone.  Still, the income I received more than paid for their upkeep.

I turned off the main road past the restaurant and again into the car park at the rear of the apartments. It was only two-thirty but there were lights on in every apartment, including ours. Hudson must be stocking up the cupboards and fridge.

I parked the car, took my imitation black leather coat off the front seat and my suitcase from the boot, locked the doors and walked around to the front entrance. Three steps up to the twin glass doors that opened onto the foyer. Hudson had insisted on a small counter in front of the door to his apartment. Opposite were the stairs leading up to the apartments above and the door that hid the flight that led down to the cellars. Next to the stairs was the lift, its doors stood open. I went to Hudson's counter and pushed the button that rang the bell inside his apartment.  I heard it ring and waited.  He didn't show after a minute so I carried my suitcase into the lift.

"Hold it please." A voice called.

A young woman of perhaps five feet eight in height and similar age to myself stepped into the lift. She had bouncy, curly hair. A shade too dark to be called blond. She had green eyes.  I couldn't remember seeing a woman before with green eyes.


She looked down at my suitcase.

"I'm going to the top." I said.

"Same here." She replied.

It was hard to place her accent. Home counties with a slight brrr to her rs. Not as pronounced as Jenny's Gloucestershire or my Somerset accents. 

She looked down at my suitcase again as the lift started to rise. I supposed an explanation of some sort was due.

"My name is Paul Wagstaffe." I said. "I'm staying in the flat tonight."

"Oh." She seemed impressed. "That must mean that you are the owner of the building." "Yes." I agreed. "I suppose so."

"I'm Heather." 

The lift stopped and I opened the doors.  

"I'm just visiting with my sister." She continued. "Will you want me to pay rent as well?"

"No." I was shocked she should suggest it. "No. Not at all."

"Well I have been here a little while and Sandy wasn't too sure of the terms of the lease."

I had met Sandy once or twice. She would be around thirty and had written a romantic novel. Her husband, Greg was a banker or something in the city. He was American and was on a fixed term contract for three years and his company had leased the apartment for them. Come to think of it, I wasn't too sure of the terms of their lease.

"Well. It's nice to meet you Heather." 

I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door to my apartment. 

Heather was still there watching me.

"Do you want to come around for a drink later?" She asked suddenly.

"I don't know what I'm doing tonight yet." I replied, not sure that I really wanted to make any commitments.

"Don't look so worried." She laughed. "I'm not trying to pick you up. It's just that Sandy and Greg are away for a week and I would be all alone."

Her voice suddenly sounded all little girl and helpless. 

"I'll see what I can do." I said. "I have to make some phone calls."

I backed into the apartment and into the lounge.  She was following me.

"It's much bigger in here then it is in Sandy's," she observed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come in uninvited."

"That's alright." I stumbled over the words whilst looking around and hoping Hudson would be there. "Make yourself at home."

"You don't mind if I?" I continued and indicated the door to the main bedroom with my suitcase.

"No. Carry on." She walked over to the piano at the far end of the room. "I'm told you play very well."

I opened the door to the bedroom and threw my coat and suitcase onto the bed.

"I do play." I confirmed. "Can I get you a drink?"

"What are you going to have?"

"Just tea." It suddenly felt inadequate.

"Tea would be lovely."

I went into the kitchen and filled the kettle and plugged it in to boil. There were mugs on the wooden tree so I took two down and placed a teabag in each.

I went back into the lounge.

"Do you take sugar?"

"No thank you." She replied examining one of the oil paintings that hung on a wall. "They say I'm sweet enough."

She smiled at me.

I went back into the kitchen and made the tea. When I returned her coat was hanging on one of the hooks in the passage from front door to lounge and she was sitting on one end of one of the two large sofas the stood facing each other over a large glass-topped coffee table.

"It's very nice here." She remarked, taking the offered mug and holding it while I fetched two coasters from the top of the sideboard that stood between two of the bedroom doors.

"Why are you only here for tonight?" She asked. "Tell me off if I'm being nosy."

She kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet onto the sofa beside her.

"I have to go to South America." I explained. "To collect my grandfather and his friend."

I sat on the sofa opposite from her. The hem of her skirt reached to three-quarters of the way to her knees. She was holding the hem between her fingertips and thumb. Twisting it this way and that.

"You were saying." 

I dragged my eyes up to her smiling face. I could feel my prick growing inside my trousers.

"Hmm." I cleared my throat.  "Yes. They went down there on business.  But there is trouble in the country. Some sort of rebellion."

My eyes were drawn back to the slow movements of her fingers.

"I've been sent to go and bring them back home before they get into any trouble." I continued.

"I think it is very brave of you to go all that way."

"Oh. There's no danger." I assured her. "The trouble is way down in the south of the country."

"I still think you're very brave."

I glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly three-fifteen.  I had to make some phone calls.

"I have to make some phone calls." I said.

"Alright." She replied, making no attempt at leaving.

I went to the phone on the sideboard and dialled my parent's number. 

"Hello." Jenny's voice rang in my ear.

"Hello." I replied.

"We were starting to get worried. We thought you would have arrived ages ago."

"I've been here a little while."

"What have you been doing?"

"Just chatting." I looked in the glass front of the clock on the wall at Heather's reflection. I could see more of her legs from this position.

"Who with?"

"The people in the apartment opposite."

Heather lifted one of her legs. She was scratching the inside of her lower thigh.

"Oh, Sandy and Greg?"

"Her sister, Heather, actually."

"What's she like?"

"Fine."

"Is she there?"

"Yes."

"Hmm." She could make the simplest of noises sound awesome.

"I'm going to ring the other number now." I tried to change the subject.

"Look." Heather said, standing up behind me. "I have to go. Thanks a lot for the tea. Perhaps I'll see you later."

"What did she mean by that?" Jenny asked, loudly.

"Goodbye." I stammered to Heather. "Can you find your way out?"

"I think so." She smiled. "See you later."

"What was that?" Jenny asked.

"I've been invited for a drink tonight."

"Will you go?"

"No."

"Why? What's she like."

I yawned.

"I think I'll have an early night. I've had a busy day."

"What?" There was a pause. "Oh yes. You were a little busy earlier."

"I had better ring this man."

"Yes you had. Ring again later."

"Ok. Bye."

I put the phone down, picked it up and dialled the number on the piece of paper I took from my jeans pocket.

The phone was answered in Spanish. I gave a name. There was a pause.  

"Senor Wagstaffe." Came a voice from the other end of the line. "I have been expecting you. You have your passport?"

"Yes." I confirmed.

"Come to this address."

I opened the top right hand drawer of the sideboard and took out some sheets of writing paper and a pen.

I wrote down the address. Grover Place. 

"If you could be here shortly?" He suggested.

"I'll come right away." I assured him.

After a hurried goodbye I put down the phone again.  It was all go, go, go.

I went into the bedroom and quickly changed from my jeans and jumper into a pair of slacks and a jacket. I knotted a tie around my neck placed my keys, change, wallet and passport into various pockets and headed out through the door.

Heather was standing in front of the lift door.

She had a pretty smile. She used it now.

"Can I come with you?" She asked suddenly. "I'm so bored here with everyone away."

I couldn't really think of a reason why she couldn't and I didn't really have time to argue.

"I'm only going to get my passport visa'd."

"Don't move." She said suddenly, turning towards the door of her apartment. "I'll be right back."

She had the door open and was inside before I could say a word. The lift was moving behind me.  The doors opened and Hudson stepped out carrying a box.  I could see the neck of two bottles of wine sticking out of it.

"Ah." He said. "There you are, Paul." 

"Hello." I replied.  "I'm just off to get my passport stamped."

"Yes." I used my key to unlock the door of the apartment for him and followed him into the kitchen. He placed his box on the small table and started to unpack it. "Your father said you would be."

He was placing eggs, bacon and a bottle of milk in the fridge.  One wine bottle followed. The second, a red, he placed in the wooden wine rack on the unit top.

"You eating here, tonight?" He asked.

He was holding two toilet rolls. "No. At the restaurant probably." 

He placed the toilet rolls beside the box and took out a loaf of bread.

"Hello." Heather's voice came from the doorway. "Are you ready."

"Heather's coming with me." I explained to Hudson's raised eyebrow. "Just for the ride."

We left him standing in the middle of the kitchen and took the lift to the ground floor. 

"This is exciting." Heather said as I held the front door open for her.  "I feel like a spy."

"I don't think there is anything to get excited." I replied as we walked to the rear of the building.

It was starting to spit with rain. The streetlights were on. I opened the passenger door of the Morgan and watched as her thighs flashed at me as she took her seat.

"It's not too warm." She observed as I climbed in behind the steering wheel.

I wish I 'd brought my coat now as I watched her snuggling deeper into hers.

"I'll turn the heating up." I said switching on the ignition.

It was only a fifteen-minute drive to Grover Place. It took me another ten to find a parking place. It would have been quicker by tube. 

We crossed the road and walked up to the doors of a large double fronted building. Heather linked arms with me as the door opened slightly to my ring of the bell. I gave the name of the man I had come to see and we were ushered quickly inside and the door closed behind us.

"This way please." The man said in English and we followed him up a wide flight of stairs to a room on the first floor.

Heather's arm slid down the inside of my own until her fingers found mine. I should really of shaken them off but the door in front of us was opening.

"Mr Wagstaffe." A man in his late fifties was rising from behind a large, polished desk and advancing upon us with an out-stretched hand.

I introduced Heather as Heather. I realised I didn't know her surname.

"If you have your passport?" The man asked.

I took mine from the inside pocket of my jacket and handed it across. Heather did the same.

"I'm going with him." She said.

The man shrugged and, taking the passports asked us to take a seat and left the office through a side door.

"What did you mean by that?" I asked, for some reason talking in a hushed tone.

"Oh. It will be fun." She smiled at me. "Let me. Please."

"We haven't got time to book tickets or hotel rooms."

"Hudson will do it." She assured me. "He's very good at those things."

The door opened and the man returned carrying our passports and a small briefcase.

"I have a small favour to ask you in return Mr Wagstaffe." The man said handing us our passports and placing the briefcase on his desk.

I looked at the case then at him.

"Yes." I replied. "If I can."

"I would like you to take this case with you and hand it to a gentleman who will come to your hotel room on Tuesday evening." He fiddled with the handle of the briefcase for a second then continued. "It contains some routine documentation that we would normally send by courier. As you are going I wondered if you wouldn't taking it for me and saving us the time and expense of sending a man."

My doubts must have shown on my face.

"Do not worry." He was smiling reassuringly.  "There is nothing sinister about it. If you do not wish to do this for us it is of no importance."

"I think it is the least we can do." Heather said suddenly. "The gentleman has been very helpful to us."

I found myself agreeing. I picked up the briefcase whilst Heather folded a sheet of paper the man proffered and placed it in her handbag.

There was to be no time for pleasantries it seemed and the man escorted us to the door of his office and handed us over to another man to show us out.

The air outside suddenly tasted fresher than I remembered. We drove back to the apartments and I carried the briefcase inside.

Hudson was standing outside the door to his apartment.

"I wonder if you could do something for us?"  I asked and explained about Heather going with me.

She handed him her passport and we took the lift to the top floor.  It was nearly dark outside so I pulled the curtains closed. 

I took off my jacket and tie and sat down on the sofa. It had been a busy day.  I kicked off my shoes and lifted my legs up and lay out flat. A very busy day. I smiled as I remembered looking down on Jenny's head as she had work my prick in and out of her mouth. I could feel it growing. I rubbed it through my trousers. It was getting cramped in there so I undid my belt and trouser top and unzipped myself. That felt better. I reached inside the top of my underpants and pulled my prick and balls free. I looked down at it. I could see it growing.  I stroked it. Pulling back my foreskin to its fullest extent before watching it slide back up to cover the head.

That felt good. Holding it between the thumb and first three fingers of my hand I began stroking in earnest.  I lifted my ass from the sofa and with my other hand pushed my bottom clothing down and pulled my shirt up. I cupped my balls as I stroked, closing my eyes to create a fantasy in my mind.  It wasn't Jenny's mouth that my prick was moving in and out of it was Heather's. 

I breathed deeply. Then groaned out loud.

My thighs were twitching. In my mind Heather's fingers were stroking faster. Then faster still.  I could feel myself building.  I was coming. Coming.

I looked down as my sperm shot out of the end of my prick to land upon my belly. Twice, three, four times it jerked in my hand.  I worked my foreskin back and forth, revelling in the sensations I was receiving. I was empty.  My prick was soft.

I let it fall. I should clean myself up but it felt so nice lying there and it had been a busy day. I'd do it in a minute.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18d



Rubies are Red. Part 4.

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictitious.

Paul.

The one thing I would improve on Jenny if I had the chance would be to give her a more bushy mound of pubic hairs. It's not that she didn't have some but it wasn't exactly thick. 

It was nice lying on the sofa. Drifting between asleep and awake. I don't know what time it is. Or how long I've been asleep. I just want to create another picture of Jenny with a bushier mound in my mind. That was better. Dark and thick and curly. She was opening her legs. I felt my prick twitch.

"Ahum."

Somebody was clearing their throat. It wasn't me.

I opened my eyes and looked into Heather's. She was standing at the foot of the sofa.

"The door wasn't locked." She said, looking down with a smile on her lips.

I looked down. My cock and balls, matted in cum lay fully exposed. I pulled up my underpants and trousers as I swung my legs from the sofa and sat there, trying to look as small as possible.

"Don't be embarrassed." She continued. "It's my own fault. I should have rung the bell."

I needed to stand up to fasten everything properly.

"I need to stand up." I stammered.

"Ok." She stood looking me. "Come on. I've already seen it. I thought we might have dinner together as we are going to be together for a while."

I stood up and turned my back on her while I put everything back in place and fastened my trousers.

"Have you ever been there?" She asked.

"Oh. Where?" I turned to face her, I knew my face was bright red. "The restaurant? Yes, I've been there."

"Do you want to?" She asked.

I thought for a second. I could stay at home and cook myself something. I knew it would end up being a fried egg sandwich. Go out on my own? Avoiding the restaurant of course. Or go with Heather.

"Yes." I replied. "Why not?" 

I tried not to sound too keen.

She smelled nice from three yards distance. 

"I was going to have a quick shower." I said.

"Yes." She smiled. "It would probably be best. I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes."

"OK."

She turned her back on me and I watched her walk down the short corridor to the front entrance. She had a nice back. She was wearing a short, pale blue dress, the 'v' in the back just low enough to suggest she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. She had nice full ass cheeks. The skirt of her dress lifted and fell on either side with each step she took. 

She closed the door behind herself and I hurried into the bedroom to collect my wash-bag, strip naked and head into the bathroom.

Strange about the door? I could of sworn I'd dropped the button. It was a dead lock as well. I switched on the taps on the sink. A quick shave was in order. I looked into the mirror. My eyes were probably the best feature that was reflected back. Pale blue with a yellow line around the centre. I could do with a haircut. Not that it was long as everyday standards went but it was getting straggly. My nose didn't seem to lie quite straight, either that or my eyes-brows weren't.

I splashed some water onto my face in preparation for my shaving cream. I looked down at my left wrist as I opened my wash-bag. The scars where I had been bitten by the Black Panther in Carole's Aunt's home in Yorkshire still showed clearly. I had been lucky it hadn't bitten through it. What a night that had been. Standing helpless, watching through the window whilst Small had raped Carole's lesbian lover Jo. Then as he had made her go down on Carole whilst he pushed the twin barrels of his shotgun up inside her fanny. 

I could still hear Carole's screams as he had tied her to a bed and buggered her. At least that had given me the chance to get in and untie the others before going to the bedroom and wrestling with him for control of the weapon.

I squeezed some shaving cream from its tube and worked up a lather. I applied it and quickly shaved.

In the shower my fingers touched the scars left by the shotgun pellets that had struck it when it had gone off as I had wrestled with the younger Rogers son. The two of them had been pursuing Jenny across the wet moors in Yorkshire. I had pulled Louise from the Rogers' burning house and had beaten out the flames on her hair with my hands. At least those wounds had been mostly superficial, for me at least. Old man Rogers had raped Louise at least once while she had been tied to a bed and had started to torture her with a knife. There had been a fight and the fire had started. Then Jenny had led the sons away and I had gone after them.

I suddenly felt a little nauseous as I remembered looking down at him as he had lain on the ground at my feet. Most of his arm had lain a little way away. I'd taken my own shirt off and tried to stem the flow of blood with it. Perhaps if I had stayed with him until help arrived he might have lived. But Jenny had needed my help, and I was wounded myself and not thinking clearly.

I shampooed my hair and soaped my body.

The final Rogers son was dead now. Killed in a struggle with Jenny and I over the revolver whilst on our honeymoon. One of another two people lives I might have saved that day. Poor Victoria. She had had the hairiest fanny I had ever seen. Now if only Jenny's were more like that.

I switched off the shower and stepped out taking a towel from the rail. No time to waste. I dried myself as I went back into the bedroom. Quickly dressing I put on my jacket and picked up my coat. It wasn't going to be a very warm evening.

Jenny.

I sat curled up on one end of the large, very comfortable sofa in the living room at Paul's parent's house and sipped my wine. It was a very nice wine. The meal had been very nice as well. Just Mary and myself. We had taken a tray up to David in his bed with his plastered foot and ankle sticking out from beneath the bedclothes. As I had looked down on him, for the first time he appeared to look his age.

I had had visions of the help Mary needed this weekend as I had driven down. I wasn't sure that I really wanted to help out if it came to bodily functions. There had been a time in my fantasies that I would have been only too happy to have taken David in hand or anywhere else he might have wanted to go. But he was already having Shirley behind Mary's back. Well, not quite so far behind her back as he had liked to think.

I was sure Mary knew. And that Shirley knew she knew. I knew. I think David at least suspected Mary knew. In fact about the only person who didn't know was Paul and I didn't have the heart to tell him. He always treated Shirley like a sister. A lot of young men with a girl as good looking as her staying under the same roof would have been tempted to try their luck, but I was certain the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

"Well I think I might go upstairs to bed, if you don't mind." Mary said stifling a yawn. "It has been a trying last few days."

I looked at the clock on the wall. Nine-fifteen. I could ring Paul and talk to him before going to bed myself.

"Not at all." I replied. "You don't mind if I use the phone to ring Paul, do you?"

"Not at all." She smiled. 

There was a lot of Paul in that smile. Or a lot of her in Paul's smile.

I walked through the dividing doors that separated the living-room from the dining room and sat down on the chair beside the large buffet where the phone lay. It had been a fun morning. Letting Paul have me twice and then his going down on me at the kitchen table. I had really enjoyed that. I could still feel his tongue as it had swirled around inside me and then as it had flicked my clit from side to side.

I had an itch. I paused in my dialling to scratch my pubic mound through my skirt. That felt better. I crossed my legs feeling the squeezing of my fanny lips as they were squashed together. That suddenly felt uncomfortable so I uncrossed them, allowing the tops of my thighs to fall open.

I finished dialling, conscious that I was feeling warm and moist between my legs. It was ringing in London. Yes it had felt nice when Paul had flicked my clit from side to side with his tongue. I squeezed my pubic mound through my skirt again. That felt nice.

The phone was still ringing in London.

I opened my legs and pulled up the hem of my skirt. I ran a finger along the gusset of my panties and sighed. That was nice. I could feel the wetness of my slit through the cotton material. I rubbed again. I lifted my bottom from the chair momentarily then sat back and smiled.

Yes. I had really enjoyed Paul's tongue against my clit that morning. Sometimes it felt better than having his cock inside me. Only sometimes. There were times a girl needed to feel her man inside her. Feel the power of his thrusts. But sometimes.

I felt warm and relaxed. Sitting there, listening to the purr, purr of the phone ringing in London. Slowly massaging the lips of my fanny through my panties. 

I needed something more. Something I knew only too well was building inside me. I slipped my hand inside the top of my panties and felt for my clit. It seemed so large. I pulled it out into the open and caressed it with my fingertip. I breathed deeply letting the air escape with a sigh. I applied more pressure to my clit and began to rub faster. Oh yes. Little ripples of pleasure were washing over me. Yes. I rubbed faster. It was building inside me. Building. Building. Ahh.

The phone was still ringing in London.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18e



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictitious).

Paul.

"Yes." I replied, nodding my head in agreement to what Heather had just said.

It was nice here. The Restaurant was nearly full but yet quiet. It was as if everybody had a secret that could be spoken of in more than a whisper.

Heather was nice. She had a very pretty face. Her lipstick was just a shade above natural. I watched her lips move as she spoke.

"Thank you for dinner." She smiled at me.

"It was a pleasure."

It was as well. It had been excellent.

"What shall we do next?" She asked.

"I'm for bed." 

"Paul." She sounded shocked. "It's our first time out together. You should build up to it. Not spring it upon me like that."

"I'm sorry." I stuttered. "I didn't mean us, together."

"You couldn't have meant us, alone."

"No." I was getting flustered. "I meant we have a long day tomorrow."

"And a long night in bed would set you up for it?"

"Yes. No. I didn't mean that. I'm a married man."

"Shush." She placed a finger against her lips. "Just teasing."

Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief. 

"It could be fun though." She continued, looking at me through lowered eyelids over the rim of her coffee cup.

I looked at my watch. It was ten-thirty. Not too late for a Saturday night in London. What would I be doing if Jenny were with me? We would go back to the apartment and open another bottle of wine. She would squeeze onto the piano stool next to me while I played for her. Her fingers unbuttoning my shirt and undoing the top of my trousers. I would continue to play one handed, my other around her waist, a feel of her ass then a squeeze of her breast.

"We'll go back if you are tired." Heather spoke, gathering her things together.

I think I must have upset her.

"We can stay and have another drink if you want to."

"No thank you."

She seemed a little short.

She was standing up. I rose to my feet.

"Are you going to see to the bill?" She asked. "I need the ladies."

"Of course." Sitting down and motioning to Leonardo that I wanted the bill I tried to watch Heather's ass as she weaved her way through the other tables to the toilets. She stopped for a moment and spoke to a man in his forties who was dining alone then she disappeared into the ladies.

Leonardo presented me with our bill on a small, round silver tray and left me while I sorted out my money. I did a quick sum to work out ten percent to leave as a tip, added that to the bill and placed enough notes on the tray to cover it.

"Was everything to your satisfaction, sir?" Leonardo asked, picking up the tray.

"It was very good. Thank you." I assured him. "Keep the change."

Heather was coming out of the ladies by the time I had reached the hooks by the front door where we had hung our coats. I found hers and held it out for her to place her arms in the holes. Three-quarters length, light grey. Heavily padded. Made her look a little like a Michelin Man. She looked great in it.

I put my own coat on and held the door open for her.

It had stopped raining and the wind had dropped. The traffic was still quite heavy on the main road in front of us and I made to turn down the side of the Restaurant to the apartment block.

"Let's go and see the river." She suddenly suggested.

"Ok." I agreed.

Why not? It wasn't that late. She linked her arm through mine as we waited for the traffic lights to change to red.

"I enjoyed tonight." She suddenly said, looking up at me.

"So did I."

Yes, I had.

We hurried across the road and straight on past the block of shops and house to the river. There was a string of old-fashion looking streetlights that lit the path beside the river. We crossed the road and walked slowly towards the centre of London. For a few minutes the traffic stopped and it were as if we were the only people in the city. I stopped to turn to re-trace our steps and as I faced her she kissed me.

Gently at first. Her lips just touching mine as if asking the question. Then pressing closer, opening, as mine did in response. Our tongues touched, fencing gently. 

"No." I said pulling back. "Please."

She moved forward, pressing herself against me. I was sure she must be able to feel the hardness of my prick even through our coats.

"Come on." She urged. "Don't play hard to get."

I was hard. That much was true. Her hand slipped between our bodies and stroked the outline of my prick through my trousers.

Suddenly the path seemed full of people so I pulled her close against me hoping nobody would see.

"Don't." I gasped as she squeezed more tightly on my prick. "Please."

"Let's go to bed." She said, stepping back and releasing my prick.

I couldn't say anything. How was I going to get out of this? Did I want to get out of it? What was happening? Why had I agreed she could come with me to South America? How was I going to explain her away to my Grandfather?

I couldn't think straight as we hurried back to the apartments. I was conscious of her body next to mine every step of the way. The foyer was empty as we entered the apartment block. Hudson's door was closed and the lights were dimmed. I pressed the button for the lift and heard the machinery beneath our feet clunk into life. 

Her arms were about my neck and her lips against mine as soon as the doors closed behind us. Her coat hung open and I felt her breasts hard against my chest. She broke our kiss and stepped back, her eyes seemed to be on fire. I'd never known such rampant wantoness in a woman.

She was breathing heavily behind me as I turned the key in the lock of my apartment door. I should stop this now. Tell her I wasn't going any further.

"Look Heather," I said, turning to face her in the doorway, "this isn't right."

"What isn't?" She dropped her coat and handbag to the floor and reached behind her back.

"I can't."

I wished my prick would go down.

She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing white knickers and a white suspender belt that held up her skin coloured stockings. I could see the bulge of her pubic mound.

Go down prick.

"Don't you want me?"

She stepped closer. Her perfume filled my head. I reached out and held her breasts. Lifting them and feeling the nipples harden against the palms of my hands. She unzipped my coat and I let it fall to the ground. My jacket followed. She pushed me back into the hallway kicking the door closed behind us. 

"Our clothes." I managed to utter between kisses.

"We don't need any." She replied huskily, dropping my shirt and tie to the floor.

"I didn't mean." I started to say but my mouth was covered by hers.

Her fingers were pulling at the top of my trousers so I pulled my hand out of the back of her knickers where I suddenly found them fondling her ass cheeks and helped her to undo them. I kicked off my shoes and hopped from one foot to the other as I removed the last of my clothing. I looked at Heather. She was holding her knickers in one hand. She smiled at me as she dropped them onto the top of my pile of clothing.

Her mound was bushy. Black in contrast to the whiteness of her white suspender straps.

I dragged my eyes from it as she took my hand and led me to the bedroom door. 

It was raining again. The wind rattled the window-panes and the rain peppered them.

Heather lay on her back on the bed and bent her knees. I knelt between them and leaned forward letting her guide my prick into her fanny. She cried out as I entered her and came on my third stroke. I moved in and out bringing her off again and again. I quickened up. She was gasping beneath me, gripping me with her thighs.

She was so wet and yet so tight. I could feel every inch of my prick as it moved in and out of her. She was coming again. Tightening around me so much I could hardly move then relaxing just enough. 

I came. Three, four, five times my prick jerked inside her.

I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back by her side.

"Thank you." She whispered moving closer and taking my prick in her hand. "It had been a long time."

I couldn't answer. What had I done? It was only twelve hours before that I had come inside Jenny's mouth. Now another pair of lips were encircling my prick. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18f



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

Jenny

I felt lovely and warm lying there in my bed. Paul was looking down at me with that self-satisfied smile he always wore after he had me. He was going to have me again. I could feel him moving in and out of me. Opening me, allowing me to close then opening me again. It felt so good. My clit was throbbing. I could feel it building inside me. Paul was moving in and out. Smiling down on me. Coming, coming.

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Jenny." Mary called softly. "Are you awake?"

I left my finger resting against my clit and opened my eyes.

"Hello." I replied softly.

The door opened a little and Mary's head appeared around the edge.

"I was wondering if you were coming to church with me this morning?" She asked.

I moved my finger slightly against my clit. A little wave of pleasure rippled over me.

"Hmm." I sighed out loud. "Of course I will."

We weren't great Church goers normally but Mary liked us to go with her whenever we were down. David usually had an important game of golf to play or would be up in his aeroplane.

I flicked my clit from side to side and lifted my backside from the bed momentarily.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

Solitude, I thought.

"Just some cereals." I stretched one handed, not wanting to loose contact with my clit.

It needed rubbing.

"I'll be down in a moment." I continued.

"Alright." She started to close the door. "I'll just see if David wants anything, then I'll be down."

"I'll probably have a quick shower first."

Give myself some time.

"Yes." She said thoughtfully.

She closed the door and I kicked back the covers. That was better. I could bend my knees and let my legs flop open. I moved my finger from my clit to my slit and pulled open my lips. I slid my fingertip slowly inside pulled it out then pushed it in as far as it would go. That felt good. I swirled it around. That felt really good. I wondered if there was any of Paul's come still inside me. He had left enough in there yesterday. I closed my eyes. This felt good. I continued my search for Paul's come. Not that I could tell if the moistness was his or mine.

I pulled my finger out and lifted it to my face. I opened my eyes and examined from close range. There was certainly something there.

I held it beneath my nose and sniffed at it. It smelled like me. I touched it with the tip of my tongue. It tasted like me. I sucked it into my mouth as if it were Paul's cock. It tasted like it did after he had come inside me.

This was no good, I admonished myself. I have things to do today. Church. I wonder if that nice young Curate will be there? Ron Watkins. He was nice. I didn't like his wife. Very possessive woman. 

I placed my fingertip against the side of my clit again and started to rub.

What would it be like to take him?

I closed my eyes conjuring a picture of Ron's face in my mind's eye. He would be gentle, I was certain of that. He was a member of the clergy after all. Would he smell musty? I'm sure he would feel good.

This was feeling good. I could feel myself building. I rubbed faster. Oh yes. 

I sighed out loud again as I came.

Best go to the shower. I didn't want Mary coming back for me.

I took off my nightdress and put on my dressing gown, picking up my wash-bag I opened the bedroom door. I wonder if Mary had gone downstairs already.

"Yes."

I heard David say as I passed the door to their bedroom.

"Go on."

"Shush." Mary hissed. "Jenny might hear."

"So." There was more than a hint of frustration in David's voice. "She will be doing the same for Paul."

"Don't say that." 

I heard the bed creak as Mary continued.

"They wouldn't."

"Why not. After finding that bottle of olive oil in the bedroom in the apartment that time I think they do most things."

"David." Mary sounded shocked. "Paul wouldn't do it that way."

"Only I would, do you mean?" 

The bed squeaked again.

"You liked it anyway." David continued.

"I know." Mary voice became suddenly muffled. "That's different."

I couldn't resist and dropped to my knees to look through the keyhole. 

The foot of the bed was perhaps twelve feet from the door. Mary was kneeling on the bed beside David pulling her nightdress over her head. She still had a nice body. Big breasts, which David were feeling and wide hips, but her stomach was flat and her backside not too big. She was quite hairy above her fanny. For some reason I had always thought she wouldn't be.

She lifted herself up as David's hand disappeared from view between her thighs. I could imagine what she must be feeling as he pulled her lips open and pushed a finger inside her hole.

She reached down and pulled David's prick out from the hole in the front of his pyjama bottoms. It wasn't a very long one but it was quite thick. Mary stroked it for a few seconds then moved down the bed and straddled his hips. They were obviously used to doing this for they had it inside her in seconds. She sank down taking it all and paused. I knew what she would be feeling. The sudden opening and filling. That few seconds to adjust. Then she lifted herself, rising and falling on his prick. I could see it as she rose. Glistening with her juices. 

Juices. My own were flowing again and without my telling it to my finger was again rubbing against my clit. I breathed deeply.

David's hands were on Mary's ass cheeks. Holding them open as she lifted and fell. It might have been done for my benefit. I could see her anus, tight and brown. Then the pinkness of her slit and the wetness of David's prick.

I rubbed faster.

Mary gave a strangled cry and fell forward onto David's chest. David's hips rose and fell as he continued pumping in and out of her. 

I rubbed faster.

David grunted and pulled Mary down hard onto his prick. Mary squealed and I came.

I placed my hand on the doorknob to steady myself as I rose to my feet. I felt it turn beneath my hand and the door start to move open. I let it go as if my hand had touched a hot surface and tiptoed to the bathroom.

"Is that you? Jenny?" I heard Mary call.

I closed the bathroom door behind myself and leaned back against it my heart beating heavily.

I could hear Mary's voice in the corridor and locking the door behind me flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower. I turned it on as I heard a hand on the door. 

"Hello." I called. "I'm in here."

"Sorry Jenny." Mary's voice came back. "Did you want something just then?"

"When?" I replied. "I've been here nearly ten minutes."

"Oh." Mary sounded puzzled. "We just thought. Never mind. I'll set up the things for breakfast."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

I awoke with a hard on and turned onto my side to slide in behind Jenny. Only it wasn't Jenny. The tip of my cock touched the crack of her ass and I felt her pull away slightly. I pulled back myself and rolled onto my back.

Heather turned to face me and, supporting her head on her hand looked down at me. I could dimly make out her features and lifted my hand from beneath the bedclothes to look at my wristwatch. Her own hand slid beneath the bedclothes and her fingers closed around my prick. I closed my eyes as she began to stroke me then opened them again and looked at my watch. Nine-fifteen. We didn't have to be at the airport until one this afternoon. What to do until then?

I reached beneath the bedcovers and squeezed her pubic mound. She lifted her top leg for me to reach her slit so I worked a finger inside her.

"That's nice." She murmured, laying her head against my shoulder.

"So is that." I breathed out heavily.

She kissed my cheek. 

"Come up here." I said, pulling my finger from her hole and guiding her on top of my body.

She lifted her hips up and reached down between her thighs, picking up my prick to guide it into her fanny.

"Not yet." I said.

I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and applied gentle pressure to them.

"Come up here." I repeated.

She gasped slightly, then walked up the bed on her knees. She stopped with one knee either side of my head. What light there had been in the room was cut off. All I could do was feel the heat from her thighs and smell her. The musty, fishy smell of a woman.

With my hands on her ass cheeks I pulled her fanny down my mouth, first sucking on each lip in turn then pushing my tongue up in between them. 

I heard her moan out loud and felt her thighs twitch against my cheeks. I pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and licked towards the bottom of her slit. She moved slightly so I could reach the soft, sensitive area between her two holes. I licked as close to her anus as I could reach then stopped. She moved again, this time stopping with her anus directly over my mouth. I poked out my tongue and licked it. She lifted at my first touch then seemed to relax back against my mouth.

She could make some noise. A steady stream of oh's and ah's were coming from her mouth. She had moaned a bit when I had fucked her the night before but nothing like this. I was glad we were alone in the apartment. I licked faster. The oh's and ah's were becoming louder. She was rubbing her fanny against my nose and forehead.

She suddenly pushed down hard against my face. My nose penetrated her fanny and my tongue her anus.

Two more ah's, louder than the others and she relaxed.

"Wow." She said as she climbed from my face. "I've never done that before."

There was a touch of wonder in her voice. It gave me a glow.

She lay down by my side and placed her hand on my balls.

"Have you ever done it that way?" She suddenly asked.

"Not for a long time." I confessed.

I hadn't either. Christmas the year before. No, it must be the Christmas before that. In Egypt. Things had got out of hand and our final night had ended as an orgy with Jenny and I with Lynda and the American Michelle. I'd fucked both Lynda and Michelle up the ass that night. But not Jenny. Thinking about it, had I fucked her ass since Tommy had rammed his cock into it the year before?

I couldn't remember.

"Sorry."

Heather had said something very low.

"Does it hurt?" She repeated.

If an Egyptian prison guard shoves his non-lubricated cock up you it does. I could have told her that.

"Not if it's done right." I said instead.

She was silent. Did she want to? Should I ask or let her bring up the subject again?

"You'd stop." She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "If I told you to?"

"Of course." I assured her.

"I've always wondered what it was like."

"I think you would like it."

"You would say that."

"Would you like to try it?"

The silence was complete for perhaps twenty seconds.

"Do you want to?"

Up to me then was it?

"I would love to."

Another period of silence.

"If you want to." She said softly.

"Don't go anywhere." I said, getting out of the bed and walking into the main lounge.

Lubricant. What could I use? Jenny and I had used Olive Oil once when we were staying in the apartment. Kitchen. 

I opened the door to the kitchen. Folded neatly on the small table were Heather's clothes from the night before. Including the ones she had dropped on the floor of the hall outside. She must have got up in the night and collected them. I opened the cupboards above the work surface and found the small bottle of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Appropriate name for what I was about to use it for.

I hurried back into the bedroom. Heather lay on her front. I closed the door behind me, knelt by her side and switched on one of the reading lights on the wall above the bed.

He kept her head turned away from me as I slowly pulled the bedclothes away to reveal her body. My prick leapt to full hardness as I looked down upon her. She had a lovely back and two ass cheeks to die for. I didn't have to die. They were mine for the taking.

"Would you kneel down?" I asked softly.

Without looking at me or replying she brought her legs up beneath her. Her head was still on the pillow facing away from me. Her ass was pointing towards the ceiling. I moved myself and knelt behind her. I could just see her little tight anus. I gently rubbed it. She sighed.

"Don't hurt me."

"I wont." I promised.

I screwed off the cap on the bottle and up-ended it against a fingertip. I rubbed her anus again, then repeated the operation. I applied some pressure to her hole and felt her sphincter tighten beneath my touch. I applied more lubricant by placing the bottle against the top of ass cheeks crevice and letting some run slowing down them stopping it with my finger when it reach her hole. She gave a shiver.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Getting you ready." I applied some Olive Oil to my prick, coating it liberally then place the bottle on the nearest bedside table.

I edged forward and saw her ass cheeks clench tight.

"I won't hurt you." I told her placing a hand on either cheek and pulling open. "Open your knees a little more."

She did as I asked. That was better. When I released her ass cheeks her anus remained in full view. I rubbed it again. Pushing my finger against it feeling her resist then open. I worked it in and out until it was fully in.

"Ok?" I asked.

"Hmm." She murmured in reply. "It takes a bit of getting used to."

"There's more to come."

I removed my finger and placed the tip of my prick against her anus. I pushed. She grunted. I pushed again and she cried out loud but I was in. Pulling nearly out I pushed again and again, each time penetrating her more deeply. She moaned. I moved faster. Faster. She was so tight. Faster still.

"Ah." 

She lifted her head from the pillow.

I couldn't have stopped if she had asked. Two more thrusts. I jerked inside her, feeling my balls lift and fall with each load I let her have.

I breathed in deeply as I continued to move slowly in and out enjoying the sensations from the end of my prick. I was done. I pulled out completely and sat back on my heels. Her anus almost seemed to slam shut behind me. It didn't look big enough to take me like that.

I needed a towel. So did she.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18g



Rubies are Red. Part 7.

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All characters are fictitious.

Jenny.

I sat down next to Mary in the third row of the pews as the introduction to the call to service Hymn started on the organ. Ron Watkins would be taking the service today. His wife was in the pew across from us with their two children. I smiled at her. She stared at me for a few seconds then rose to her feet as the procession entered the main doors of the church. We all followed suit. Then we all started to sing.

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. There must be about eighty in the congregation. The Verger led the small procession up the Aisle carrying the large cross followed by the choirboys and finally Ron. He looked very serious.

His eyes caught mine and for a few seconds held them. He smiled briefly then looked down into his Hymnbook. I would have thought members of the clergy would have known the words of every hymn off by heart.

He was level with me, then past. I watched his back as he walked between the sets of choir stalls and stopped before the two steps leading up to the alter. He bowed his head then turned to face us as we sang the last words of the hymn.

"Welcome to you all." He said. "Let us pray."

He had a lovely voice. We hadn't been to the village for three months or so since just after Paul's dog Millie had died. We had watched him play cricket. Paul hadn't really wanted to play so we had turned up at the last minute when the team had changed and were already out on the pitch. Ron had played very well. He could move very well for a larger than average man. 

I looked past him at the large stained-glass window behind him and murmured my responses to his prompts. Facing to the east to catch the morning sunlight, in summer it could be a blaze of colour but today's grey weather was more subdued.

Mr Morrison, one of the churchwardens read the first lesson from the Bible on the eagle shaped lectern. His voice was too harsh.

We all rose to sing the second hymn then listened while the choir sang a third. Another reading from the Bible, this time by the Lord of the Manor and Ron lead us in prayers and read out some Parish notices. Then the address and the final hymn, which was an offertory and we all sat down as Ron raised his hand in blessing.

I caught Ron's eyes again as the procession filed out. He smiled at me. I caught the scowl on his wife's face behind him as he passed her.

"Do you mind waiting for a few minutes, Jenny?" Mary asked as we stepped out into the aisle to leave. "I have to see Steve's mother."

I followed the crowd out through the main doors where we were greeted and thanked for coming by Ron.

I hovered while Mary talked.

The last of the congregation had left and suddenly it was just Ron and I.

"Hello." He said again.

"Hello." I replied.

"Where's Paul?" He asked.

"On his way to South America." A strange answer but true. "It's a long story. I came down to help Mary with David. He's broken his ankle."

"I didn't know that. Perhaps I should drop in and see him."

"I'm sure he would like that."

I knew I would.

"How long will you be staying?"

"I'm going back to Bristol straight after lunch."

"Hello Mr Watkins." Mary said, joining us. "Jenny would you mind terribly staying on for a few hours this afternoon? We are having a meeting about the church nativity play. There is a little bit of a problem."

"Can I help?" Ron offered.

"No. Thank you." Mary suddenly smiled. 

She had a nice smile. I bet she had been smiling as she rode David's prick earlier.

"There is just a problem with some of the costumes and a couple of hours this afternoon should sort it before the rehearsals later." She continued. "So if you wouldn't mind staying with David until I get back. I should be back by four."

"No." I said. "I don't mind staying."

"I might see you later then." Ron said as we started to leave.

"Of course." I replied. "David will like that."

"What did he mean by that?" Mary asked as we climbed into the car.

"Oh." I replied, worming my backside into the seat. "I told him about David and he said he might visit."

"That was nice of him." She replied, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as we pulled away.

"Yes. I thought so."

***************

Paul.

Heather's fingers worked my foreskin back and forth under the stream of water in the shower. I looked down and watched as the soapsuds ran down my stomach and through my pubic hairs. I could feel myself becoming hard again. I could tell that she could to. She was moving closer. Pushing her own pubic mound against the outside of my thigh.

Yes, it was definitely getting harder.

I felt for her ass cheeks and pushed my fingertip between them until it touched her anus. She grimaced.

"Sore?" I asked.

"A little."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

She leaned her head against my shoulder and continued.

"It was what I wanted and anyway, I enjoyed it."

She quickened her movements with her hand. I felt one of her breasts with my other hand.

"That's nice." She murmured, resting her head against my shoulder. "Let's go back to bed."

"We should be getting ready to go to the airport soon," I reminded her, "and I do have some phone calls to make."

"We have ten minutes."

"Well, I suppose so."

She reached behind me and switched off the shower still stroking my prick with her other hand. If we didn't go somewhere soon it would be too late.

"Alright." I said, breathing heavily. "Let's go."

She released my prick and stepped from the shower. I followed, watching her ass cheeks lift and fall as she walked. We both took towels and rubbed our bodies to dry them as we walked through the lounge and into the bedroom. I could see there were still drops of water on her back so rubbed at them with my towel as she stopped by the foot of the bed.

She gasped out loud and turned to face me. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils seemed to flare open. She dropped her towel and stepped in tight against me, pulling my head down to her own. My prick stood up stiff between our bodies and she ground her pubic mound hard against it. I reached behind her and squeezed her ass cheeks as out tongues fenced. She was breathing like she had just run a mile. 

She pulled her lips from mine and turned and climbed onto the bed giving me the briefest look at he anus as she did so. I followed her, moving into position between her thighs as she settled back, her head resting against the pillows. Her hands were between our bodies, one to hold her fanny open and the other to guide me in. She gasped once as I pushed against her initial resistance then sighed as I sank inside her. Her thighs gripped my hips and her fingernails pressed against the skin of my back as I began to thrust in and out of her. Her face had a faraway look as she closed her eyes, a smile on her lips.

I felt her tighten around me and moan, then she relaxed before tightening again. She was getting very wet. I slipped out of her. Her fingers reached between us to guide me back in. I powered on. In and out. Her breathing settled then changed again. Once more she tightened about my prick. I quickened. Faster still. She moan out loud as I moved in short, sharp strokes. I could feel the pressure building. The end of my prick becoming the centre of all my feelings. 

I was there. 

I pushed it inside her as far as I could as I shot time after time. Then I worked it in and out to gain all the pleasure I could. She opened her eyes when I stopped moving.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Wonderful." 

There was a look in her eyes I'd only seen in Jenny's before. 

"That was wonderful." She continued, squeezing my prick with her fanny.

I smiled down at her. It had been rather good.

I slowly pulled out of her. Her fanny seemed reluctant to let me leave.

"In some ways it is a pity we have to go anywhere." She said, her eyes on my prick as I stood up and used my towel to wipe it dry. "We could stay here and do this all day long."

"I couldn't and I can't."

We would need to have a serious chat.

"I am married." I continued. "You know that. I shouldn't really have done anything."

There was a telephone ringing.

"I know. I was just teasing."

Something in her voice didn't fill me with any confidence about that remark. It was fun. I didn't want it becoming serious. How to get to stop behind? I couldn't explain her away to my Grandfather and Rodreigo. They would see what was going on straight away. I only hoped Hudson didn't mention it to anybody. Oh, why I had I let myself do it?

The telephone was still ringing.

"The phone!" I exclaimed.

I hurried into the lounge and picked up the receiver.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello." Jenny's voice came back in reply.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked.

"Nearly." I replied. 

I felt two rock hard nipples pressing into my back and two hands reach around my body. One hand lifted my balls and the other my prick. I placed my hand on one of her wrists to pull her away. She fought back. I could feel her pubic hairs against my ass cheeks. I felt her tongue licking the top of my spine.

"What are you doing now?" Jenny asked.

"Nothing." Heather was kissing her way down my back. "Just packing."

My prick was becoming hard again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, fighting to control my breathing as Heather's tongue touched the crack between my ass cheeks.

"Not much." Jenny paused. "I have to go. There's somebody at the door. Have a safe journey and hurry back."

Heather's tongue was between my ass cheeks. It flicked my anus. I could feel her warm breath.

"I will." I gasped out loud.

I pushed back against her face.

"Bye." I said.

"Bye." Jenny seemed hesitant. "I'll miss you."

"Yes."

Heather's tongue was hard against my hole. The feeling was sensational.

"I'll miss you." I said, squeezing my eyes tight.

"Bye." I said again.

"Bye." Came her reply. 

I knew she wouldn't put the phone down until I did so I placed the receiver onto its cradle.

Heather's tongue was licking around and over my anus. I leaned forward with my hands on the top of the sideboard.

"Nice?" She asked.

"Oh yes." I gasped back.

"Take me again."

She moved her head and I turned to face her. She was lying back on the carpet, her thighs open and her knees bent. I couldn't stop myself. I knelt before her then moved above her. Her hand guided me inside. She felt so tight. I moved in and out, feeling her wetness increase with each movement.

"Oh, fuck me, Paul." She pulled my head down to her own and spoke hardly above a whisper. "Fuck me."

Jenny would never speak like that. Or lick my ass. 

She was lifting her hips from the floor to meet my thrusts. Gripping my prick with her fanny. Oh yes. This was good. I moved faster. She was coming. And again. I moved faster still. Ramming myself in and out of her. I wanted to hurt her. 

"Yes." She gasped. "That's it."

Harder still.

She was coming again. Two more thrusts and so was I.

++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

Strange. Paul wasn't the most demonstrative of men but he was normally warmer than that. Perhaps he was worried about his trip.

I opened the front door. It had started to rain and Ron stood under the porch brushing the drops from the arms of his coat. I helped him from it and hung it on a hook. His jacket hung open exposing the black front of his shirt. The white collar looked too tight. He closed the door and we stood for a few seconds looking at one another.

"Who is it?" David's voice came from his bedroom upstairs.

"It's Ron." I called back. I couldn't draw my eyes away from his. "Ron Watkins. I'll bring him up."

I managed to turn my head and led the way upstairs conscious that a pair of eyes were watching my every step. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18h



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

Paul.

We boarded the plane to New York at 2.45. It would take five hours to get there that meant, as they were four hours behind us that we should be landing at a quarter to four.

Heather was wearing a white trouser suit with a pink blouse. I wore my grey trousers, a white shirt and a jacket and tie.

Hudson face had a worried look as we said our good-byes. I could see he wasn't happy. Now that the moment had arrived neither was I. I had hoped that when I told her she would need a visit to enter the United States she would be stumped but no, not her, she visited the States at least three times each year so her visa was current. Mine was in date as Jenny and I visited Carole and Howie in the summer.

I suppose I should have just come out with it and told her she wasn't coming. Or got Hudson to do it. I knew I couldn't. But it was a long way to go on my own and she was fun to be with. Not to mention great to shag.

There was a tingling in the end of my prick when I thought back to the night before. I'd fucked her fanny five times and her ass once. By rights my cock should be falling off. I'd also licked her fanny twice and her ass once. I looked at her. She looked as fresh as a daisy. I was knackered. I leaned back in my seat as the plane taxied to its take off point and closed my eyes.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I collected the teacups from David's room and took them downstairs to the kitchen to wash leaving David and Ron discussing that years cricket results.

As the water splashed into the bowl in the sink I let my thoughts run wild. What would his touch be like? Would he take me there, in the kitchen, with David upstairs? Would he want sucking first? Paul liked me to suck him. It took a while to get used to the taste but I could swallow his sperm now without the slightest qualm. But could I swallow Ron's? 

What would he want to do to me? Feel me outside my clothes first? I undid the top button of my blouse without thinking. Would he slide his hand inside my knickers and feel for my slit?

The noise from the sink changed. The bowl was full and overflowing. I turned off the tap and placed the cups and saucers into the bowl. More water flowed over the edge and into the sink. 

Where was I? Oh yes. Standing there in the kitchen with Ron's hand down the front of my knickers fingering my hole. I could feel it. Feel myself becoming moist inside.

"Penny for them." 

I jumped.

"Oh. Sorry." I could feel my face turning red. "You made me jump."

"Sorry." He smiled, his eyes holding my own. "I didn't mean to."

"I was miles away." I confessed.

Not exactly miles away. About a yard from where I was now standing with my legs open and your finger inside me.

"You were smiling." He moved closer and stood by my side looking out over the rear patio and lawns to the dark hills in the background. "The must have been pleasant thoughts."

"They were." I agreed.

He didn't know how pleasant.

"I didn't realise I had spent quite so long with David."

He turned his head to look at me. Kiss me. I cried inside. I moved closer to him. He turned to face me. I lifted my face to his. His hand was moving towards me.

"For a Sunday the traffic is terrible out there." Mary said, entering the room and placing her handbag on the kitchen table.

I hadn't heard her come in. Five seconds more and I could have been well on my way to taking at least his finger inside me. 

Ron coughed and turned his head away from us. He breathed deeply.

"I was just telling Jenny that it was time I left for home." He said.

"Thank you very much for coming." Mary replied.

She had a funny look on her face. She couldn't have seen anything. There was nothing to be seen.

"I will come around again later in the week." Ron promised. "When will you be down again?"

I'd have gone down then and there if Mary hadn't been there.

"I have exams on Thursday and Friday." I explained. "I would have gone with Paul otherwise. He should be back on Saturday."

Ron nodded. 

"There is the Christmas carol service on Sunday."

"Paul might be tired." I said.

He would be if I had anything to do with it.

"He will have travelled a long way." Mary joined in. "But I'm sure they will come if they can."

"Well I'd best be going." Ron said.

"I'll see you out." I replied. 

"Goodbye Mary." He said. 

"Goodbye, Ron." Mary said following us into the hall and starting up the stairs. "And thank you for coming."

I wished I were.

Ron took his coat from the hook and slid his arms into it. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Perhaps I will see you Sunday?" He asked softly.

"I will if I can." I replied, keeping my own voice low.

"It was a pity." He started a sentence.

I looked into his eyes.

"It was." I agreed.

His hand was on my shoulder. It was the first time he had ever touched me. Firm yet light. I trembled slightly.

His hand moved down my arm, stopping at the elbow. Still his eyes held mine. 

"I have to go up to Bristol one day." He said.

I could feel my eyes opening wider.

"This week?"

"Probably Tuesday."

He looked around like a guilty schoolboy.

Then he continued.

"Will you be in College?"

"I'll be home for four."

"Will Shirley be there?"

"I don't know. I could send her shopping."

"Would you?"

My knees felt weak.

"Yes."

A sound came from upstairs and he released me. He turned and opened the door and I held it by the edge as he started to walk away from the house. At the door of his car he stopped and looked at me. He smiled and waved. Then waved again to the upstairs window where I could imagine Mary looking out of the window. I waved back and again as he drove off. I suddenly felt deflated. 

Time I wasn't here either. Not if I wanted to get back in daylight. The light was already starting to fade.

I closed the door and took the stairs two at a time. 

"It is time I was off as well." I called into the open doorway of their bedroom. "I want to get home while it is still light."

"Drive safely." David called back.

My bags were already packed and I carried them out onto the landing. I stopped at their bedroom door and knocked.

I poked my head around the corner of the door. Mary was sitting on the bed beside David.

"That you for coming." She said.

David smiled. I could only see one of Mary's hands. David had one knee bent creating a tent from his bedclothes.

"Must rush." I tried not to stare. There was movement beneath the bedclothes. "I want to be home before it gets too dark."

I dragged my eyes away from the bed and went into my bedroom and threw my clothes and things into my bags.

"Bye." I called out heading down the stairs.

I was certain I heard David moan before I heard their goodbyes.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

I hate American immigration. It took us over an hour to get through it. It wasn't as if we were going to stay in the country. Well, just two nights. There was a little excitement when they opened my suitcase to see the briefcase inside. Even more when they noticed the diplomatic seal on the handle. I hadn't really looked at the stamps in my passport before. Everybody did now, and again at the one in Heather's.

It was a relief to settle into the back of the big yellow taxi for the twenty-minute ride into the centre of New York to our hotel. The taxi pulled up in front of the broad steps that led up to the entrance to the hotel and the doorman opened the door. I looked at the meter and handed over some notes. For a moment I didn't think he was going to give me any change.

I climbed out of the cab and helped Heather to stand while the cabby opened the boot and took out our suitcases.

"Mr Wagstaffe, Sir. Welcome back," the doorman said pointedly so that the cabby could hear. 

It didn't do to upset the doormen on the best hotels in New York.

I bent down to pick up one of our suitcases and found a hand already on it.

"Take your case, sir." 

He stood up, and up. I looked up at the features of Howie Wolfenstein, son of one of the hotel's owners.

"Howie!" I exclaimed. "I didn't know you were back in New York."

"I'm only here for the night." He replied. Leading the way into the hotel. "I am a vice-president now. We have a board meeting in the morning. What brings you here."

He looked over my shoulder at Heather. Now was a chance to see if I could come up with anything plausible. I took off my coat and placed it on top of my suitcase. Stalling for time.

"May I introduce Heather." I started.

Now what?

"This is Howard Wolfenstein." I continued.

"Heather and I are going to South America. My Grandfather and Rodreigo are down there and we are going to bring them home. Heather is the sister of one of the people who live in one of my apartments in London."

It sounded rather lame to me. Too many opportunities for follow up questions.

Howie raised an eyebrow and said hello to Heather, shaking her outstretched hand and looking her up and down.

"Pa and Martha will be pleased to see you." Howie smiled at me, the bastard.

I knew I could get him not to say anything about Heather but once Martha saw her then she was sure to tell her daughter, and Howie's wife, Carole who was sure to tell Jenny. Why had we come to this hotel?

We both signed in.

"I'd appreciate your not mentioning having seen us to anyone." I said in a low voice to Howie.

"Sure, buddy." He whispered back.

"Paul Wagstaffe." A loud American voice rang in my ears. "Is that you?"

I turned to see Harve, Howie's father bearing down on me.

"I'll see you to your room." Howie was saying to Heather.

"What brings you here?" Harve asked, pumping my hand up and down.

"Just passing through." I replied watching Heather being escorted to the lift by Howie. "I'm flying down to Miami tomorrow."

"Who's the young lady?" Harve asked, his eyes following mine.

"Just somebody I met on the plane." I lied.

"I'd better keep an eye on Howie. Where's Jenny?"

"She's in England. She has exams."

"And why did you say you were here?"

"I have to go to South America to collect my Grandfather and his friend Roddrego."

"There's a revolution going on down there."

"I know." Of course, he would be well informed. "It's in the mountains to the south. They are in the capitol on the coast."

"It's gathering momentum. What takes them down there at their ages?"

"They own a Ruby mine." Why did I always feel I was in the presence of my old headmaster whenever I spoke to Harve? "It hasn't been performing very well over the last few years."

"Strange that." Harve mused. "A lot of gems have been coming onto the market from that part of the world. Some quite good ones." 

"Come into the bar." There was no refusing Harve. "Have Mr Wagstaffe's bags taken up and ask my son to join us in the bar."

"What will you have?" Have led the way to an unoccupied table in the corner of the bar and sat down.

I asked for a light beer and he had a whisky and soda. I wondered how well Howie was getting on with Heather. I knew I couldn't trust him and I wasn't sure how much I could trust her.

I sat and took a sip from my beer when it arrived.

"As I was saying." Harve took a drink from his own glass then looked me up and down. "A lot of stones have been coming onto the market recently from that part of the world and you say your grandfather's mine has been under-performing."

He took another drink and looked over the rim of his glass at me.

"There has been speculation in the press as to how this particular revolution was being funded. Usually it is one of the major powers but this one just seems to have come out of nowhere."

"This Roddrego?" Harve lifted his eyes from me to where his son had just entered the room. "His father was the President of that country once. His sympathies might lie with these rebels?"

I hadn't given it a thought.

"I'm sure Roddrego would do nothing to my Grandfather."

I was thinking now. I wish I'd paid more attention as to what was going on in the world.

"I'm sure he wouldn't. Perhaps that mine has run out. That happens."

"What mine?" Howie asked, his face looked flushed.

I told him about my Grandfather's mine.

"Your parents think that they would try to get to the mine if it weren't for you going to fetch them?"

++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I lay back in the bath and let the warm water reach up to my chin. It felt nice lying there. I let my toes come to the surface and break through the bubbles. I waggled them, pulled them under then lifted them back to the surface.

I wonder what Ron would be like. Should I go through with it? It was thing to agree when I was only feet from him and he was holding my arm gently. Perhaps I should ring him and put him off. Paul would be home on Saturday. It was only a fantasy. I couldn't be unfaithful to Paul. Not like this. It was planned. I knew the time and the place. Two days. Forty-five hours. Shirley would be home soon. There would be enough water for her to have a bath if she wanted one.

Two days. Less than forty-five hours. What would it be like? He was an inch taller than Paul and heavier. How old would he be? Twenty-eight or nine? Married. As I was. 

I looked at the rings on my finger. Paul buying the engagement-ring in that small jewellers in Northern Ireland. My telling him that he didn't have to marry me just because he had taken my virginity. Three years before we had married. A lot had happened in those three years. But things were quieter now. Was that it? Were things too quiet? Did I need excitement?

I opened my legs and ran a finger along my fanny lips.

I didn't need a lover. Paul gave me all I needed. 

I closed my eyes and sighed.

But, Ron. He did something to me when I was with him. He could do something for me now.

I rubbed the side of my clit. Paul's face was before me, no Ron's.

I rubbed harder and faster. I could hear the water splashing.

On my back, reaching down between my legs to guide him inside.

My thighs tightened then relaxed. I applied full pressure to my clit. I heard myself moan out loud.

I cold feel him inside me. My fanny tightening about him. The pressure building inside me. So much pressure. 

I held my breath, the pressure was building. There was water in my mouth. I was there.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Jenny?"

I heard Shirley's voice as if from a distance. I cleared some water from my ears with a fingertip and spat out a mouthful of water as I sat up. I held my nostrils closed and blew down them to clear the pressure in my ears.

"Jenny?" Shirley knocked a second time. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. Sorry. Underwater."

"Oh. You had me worried for a moment. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Tea in front of the television with a friend. An exciting way to spend the evening.

I would ring Ron to put him off. 

Tomorrow.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18i



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

Part 9.

Paul.

It was thirty minutes and another beer before I could get away from Harve and Howie. I had to tell them twice all I knew of the history of Roddrego's family and that of the mine. They told me that the situation was deteriorating in the south of the country. The government had assured the world that everything was under control and that it was just some minor unrest. I hadn't even thought to look in the papers or watch the news on the TV that morning. Not that Heather had given me much time to in any case.

I entered my room and checked on the briefcase inside my suitcase. I was beginning to think it was much more important than I was led to believe. I realised I didn't know which room they had put Heather in and I didn't think it wise to ask when I parted from Harve and Howie in the foyer.

I picked up the telephone and was connected to room service. I gave Heather's name and asked to be connected to her.

"Hello." Her voice came clear and bright on the other end of the line.

"Hello." I replied. "Where are you?"

"All alone in this hotel room."

"I know." I hoped she wasn't going to get awkward. "It's just that they are friends and Howie's wife is an old friend of Jenny's and they are bound to tell her if we are seen together."

"That Howie didn't seem very married in the lift."

"Why?" I didn't want for us to have to fend off Howie as well. "What did he do?"

"He had his hand on my backside as soon as the doors closed.  I'm grateful there was an attendant in the lift."

"Which room are you in?" I asked.

"Five-eleven." She replied. "You?"

"Five-fourteen. Just down the corridor."

"Are you coming here or should I come to you?"

I paused.

"Best I come to you, I think." She continued. "Just in case Howie comes back. He hinted he might. We must make plans for tonight. Where are you going to take me?"

"Ah." I paused again.

"Come on. Out with it."

"I have to have dinner with Harve and his wife, Martha. She's Howie's wife's, Carole's mother."

"They did well for themselves. Getting both generations."

I'd never thought of it like that.

"I'm on my way. Be there in ten seconds."

She put the phone down.

I looked around. I felt I needed somewhere to hide.

There was a tap on the door. She was quick. I opened it as the lift doors at the end of the corridor opened. Tall with blonde hair. That was all that registered then the door was closed and Heather's lips were against mine.

She pushed her pubic mound hard against my prick and balls as her tongue forced its way between my lips. I could feel myself becoming hard. She moved against me.  I became harder.  I placed my hand upon her breast through her blouse and bra and squeezed it gently.  My other hand I placed against her ass cheek as she moved her hips from side to side.

There was a tap on the door. 

I pulled my head back and took a deep breath.

"Yes." I called, trying to hold Heather still by placing my other hand on her unoccupied ass cheek. "Who is it?"

"Louise." Came the reply.

"Who?" Heather whispered.

"Howie's sister."  I whispered back. "Quick hide."

"What!"

"In here." I urged, holding open the closet door. "Quickly."

"You had better be very nice to me later." She said, then pecked me on the cheek and stepped inside.

I closed the door behind her and opened the door to Louise.

I'd almost forgotten what a classy bird she was.

"Hello Paul." She said moving very close to me, close enough for her pubic mound to contact my still hard prick and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Hmm." She murmured pulling away from me with a smile on her face. 

"Hello." I said, trying to face her with my back towards her to hide the state of my prick.

"I had just dropped in to see Pa and Martha and Howie said I would find you here."

"Please sit down." I said indicating the nearest bed and sat on it myself, crossing my legs.

She sat down beside me.  She could make even doing that a class act in itself.

Her dress rode up to mid thigh. She pulled at the hem then released it.

"Why isn't Jenny with you?" Her nostrils twitched.

Could a woman pick up the scent of another?

"She had to stay in England to finish her exams."

"When does she become a teacher?"

"Next summer."

Her nostrils twitched again.  I could smell Heather's perfume. Taste her lipstick on my lips. Mixed with Louise's.

"I am coming to dinner tonight."

"Great."

"There will be a lot there."

"Why?"

"The board meeting tomorrow." 

She opened her slender handbag and took out a tiny piece of cloth. She licked a corner and dabbed at the side of my mouth.

I looked at her face. The carefully sculptured hair that hid the marks on her face from the fire in the Rogers' farm. She replaced the handkerchief in her bag and looked straight into my eyes. Then she looked down at my hands.  Taking one she turned it over and looked at the faint white lines, the scars from when I had used them to beat out the flames in her hair before carrying her naked body from the house.

"They are much better."

"They are fine." I assured her.

She reached out and ran a fingertip along the thin line above my eyebrow where a piece of glass had cut it once.

She turned my hand over and examined the scars left by the panther on my wrist and forearm.

"So many marks."

There were others beneath my clothes. But then she carried her own. On her side from a bullet just after the wedding of Howie and Carole.  On her breasts from old man Rogers' knife. And in her mind from his rape.

It had been nearly eighteen months before she would talk again and only then after I had made her cum with my mouth in Jamaica.

"What are you working on at the moment?" I asked.

She had been an up and coming investigative reporter on a New York paper before coming to England that time. I hadn't seen her very much during our visit in the summer to Harve's New England farm. She had told us she had her own apartment in New York and was working again for the newspaper.

"I'm writing articles about this revolution in South America." She said, taking a strand of my hair and tucking it away behind my ear.

"I'm going there." 

Her eyes widened suddenly.

"What on earth for?"

I told her the story about the mine and my grandfather and Roddrego.

"A Ruby mine." She repeated. "Quite a few Rubies have been coming onto the market over the past few years."

She stopped. 

"When are you going?"

"We, I mean I fly down to Miami tomorrow and then down to the Capitol on Tuesday. We should be back in Miami on Thursday."

"I don't think you should go."

"I have to. What about my Grandfather? There is a flight from their tomorrow, I think. Otherwise the next flight out is on Thursday."

"Have you heard from him?"

"I haven't but my mother has."

Why was everybody suddenly so concerned? This had started out as a long journey to escort two strong willed old men home. I was beginning to get very worried. What about Heather? I had to think of a way of leaving her behind.

Then there was the briefcase.

This was starting to become complicated.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I sat with my legs curled up beneath my body and took a sip from the glass of wine Shirley poured for me.  She sat on the sofa at the end nearest to me flushed pink from her own bath. It was warm in the room. The wine was cool and sweet.

"Where's Paul?" She suddenly asked as if just noticing there was somebody missing. "I noticed his car wasn't here when I came in."

"He will be in New York by now." I replied.

"What!" She exclaimed. "What is he doing there?"

"It all happened on Saturday morning."

I smiled to myself. It had. Two shags and a good licking.

"What happened?"

"Well, Mary called to tell us about David."

"What about David?" She interrupted.

I hadn't had a chance to fill her in as we passed on the landing as her bath had run and I had dried myself and got into my night-clothes.

"He's broken his ankle and couldn't go to South America."

I told her about Paul heading off to South America and my staying with David and Mary the previous night. Then about meeting Ron after church and again about his coming round to visit David.

"That was nice of him." She observed.

"Yes. We all thought so."

"Oh, Mary was there as well."

"Not at first but she came home before he left."

"Pity."

"Pity? What do you mean."

"Come on Jenny." She took a sip from her own glass of wine. "We both know you have a crush on him and, going by the way he looks at you, he has one on you."

How could she know?

"Come on. It's written all over your faces."

Oh no.

"Do you think Paul suspects?"

"You'd have to write it down for him to read before he'd notice."

"Hey. Don't talk about Paul like that."

Especially when you used to let his father shag you. I could have added.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. It's just that he is a little blind to these things. It's probably why he'll never be unfaithful to you. I think a girl would have to stand naked in front of him and offer it on a plate before he'd realise. When will you see Ron again?"

"Who said I was?"

"Come on. The way you were going on about him I was half expecting you to tell me you'd already done it this afternoon."

"Well, we didn't"

There was enough hesitation in my reply. She seized upon it.

"But you wanted to?"

"I don't know."

"Come on. You can tell me."

"It's the thought of it."

"I understand. It can be exciting."

"It's just the thought. Not like..."

"Like?"

If we were going to tell each other secrets I might as well hear some of hers as well.

"You and David."

"What do you mean?"

It was my turn to urge for a reply.

"Come on. You don't think it's a secret do you?"

She blushed.

"Who knows?"

"I should think just about everybody."

"What!"

"When did it start?" I asked.

I thought I could probably tell her but it would be better from her own lips. Confession being good for the soul and it was a Sunday.

"It would be about two years ago. I was staying with them whilst I was seeing Steve."

"I remember."

"Of course."

"Well," she continued, "Steve and I had broken up. I think we did that quite often in those days. I wasn't very happy on the Sunday morning and David offered to take me up in his plane. Said he had to test the engine so he couldn't make church. I don't think Mary was too pleased. Anyway I went up in it with him. We were flying along towards the south coast when he suddenly asked me what was wrong."

She smiled for a second then went on.

"I told him about Steve and I breaking up and that I thought it would be for good this time. Then he said would that I mean I wouldn't be coming down to stay at weekends. I said I didn't know. He said he hoped I would continue to come down. Then he reached out his hand. I think it was to hold my hand but it landed on my thigh. I placed my hand on top of it to move it and he squeezed it. My thigh, not my hand. He looked at me with the way he has."

I knew that feeling.

"He moved his hand up my thigh. I couldn't help myself.  His hand moved again. It just lay there, on top of it. Not moving."

I could feel a throbbing start between my own legs and could fully imagine what must have been going on between hers.

"Then his hand moved again. He was undoing the button on my jeans, unzipping me. I remember looking around and thinking somebody must be able to see us. But of course there wasn't anyone to watch."

I squeezed the tops of my thighs together to lessen the pressure I could feel building inside me. It didn't work.

"It was struggle for him to get his hand inside my panties. I remember him saying something about it being up to me. I had to undo my seat belt to push my jeans and panties down to my ankles so I could open my legs for him. He was right. It was up to me. It was my body."

She looked at me.

"Has Paul ever touched you while you have been up in a plane? It is the weirdest sensation."

Paul and I and planes? Yes. Yes. Yes. He'd made me come more than once sitting in the seats, let alone when we had gone into the toilets together.

I nodded.

"Yes. It is."

I drank some more wine and Shirley topped up our glasses.

"What happened next?" I asked.

I could imagine her sitting in the seat next to the pilot with his clothes around her ankles while she was fingered and her clit was rubbed. I had sat like that quite a few times before myself after Paul had passed his private pilots licence exams. 


"Anyway David touched me. He was very good at it. I'd be nearly there and he would slow down then he would take me nearly there again. I hadn't noticed that he had turned the plane and we were heading back to the airfield."

"He landed before I came. Then he had me stop the car on the way back to his house and we pulled into a field. We let the seat back on his side and I joined him and we did it. Then we did it again when we arrived at his house before Mary got home from church. He insisted I stayed for lunch. He felt me under the table. Then when Mary went upstairs to use the toilet he stood up and put it inside my mouth. He didn't take long.  He insisted I continue to come down at weekends. Told Mary he was trying to get Steve and I back together. I did see Steve from time to time. I don't think David liked that."

"That's about it. Some weekends both of them were having me. Steve can't be faithful and David wanted me all for himself. In some ways I'm glad it's over. What about you and Ron?"

She looked at me as she sipped her wine.

"You'll always regret it if you don't."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18j



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All characters are fictitious.

Jenny.

I replaced the receiver and climbed the stairs back to our bedroom. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed it to be after midnight. Still it was only eight o'clock in New York.

I didn't know whether or not to be jealous of Paul. Going to a formal dinner in one of the poshest hotels in New York. The way he explained it it soundest the simplest thing in the world to find a set of evening dress on a Sunday. 

It was raining again and the wind was howling. I listened to the rattling of the windowpanes and the pitter-patter of the water on the glass. I felt safe and warm under the covers. I think I would rather be her than in New York. It might be bright and colourful at this dinner but it was late. Paul must be hoping to get to bed early. He'd had a busy day with all that travelling.

Then wind died down and the rain stopped. I could hear the odd vehicle passing along the main Bath road in the distance. Then even they stopped. 

It was nice and warm in my bed. No, I didn't want to go to any party. The lights; the noise; the food and music.

Lucky bugger.

+++++++++++++++++

Paul.

"What am I expected to do while you are at the party?" Heather snapped.

I could tell she wasn't happy.

I had just returned from the headwaiter's store where Howie had sorted out some of the evening dress the hotel supplied to casual employees for me to try on. I thought Louise was going to come along with us when he knocked on the door to ask me to come down with him. But he reminded her that she had to go and get changed and after making me promise to meet her in the foyer when she arrived to be her escort for the night she had left us when we had stepped out of the lift.

"Where's that woman?" Howie had asked. "You know. Travelled across with you. Her room was only booked yesterday. Strange it was on the same booking reference as yours."

He'd looked at me. I had had to come clean.

"She's staying in one of the apartments in London." I'd confessed. "She was at a loose end and said she wanted to come with me."

"All the way to South America for the day?"

The way he put it it did sound strange. Everything had happened so fast that I hadn't had time to think properly. "I went to her room just now but she wasn't in." He'd continued.

"Maybe she's looking around the shops." I'd suggested.

"Maybe." 

"I'd like to find her." He'd continued. "I need a partner for tonight. Carole was due to come up but little Harve has a cold."

"If I see her I'll ask her." I'd promised.

"Well?" Heather asked again. "What do you expect me to do?"

Her fingers were undoing the knot in my tie as she spoke. She pulled at one end and it side out beneath the collar of my shirt. I took off my jacket and threw it onto the bed. She unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, then the next.

"I don't have long," I said, "and I have to make a phone call."

"We had better hurry then."

The jacket of her trouser suite joined mine on the bed and her fingers began to unbutton her blouse. I could feel my prick becoming hard.

"Oh." I said, pulling my shirt from my trousers. "Howie was looking for you."

"Why?" 

Her blouse joined her jacket on the bed and she reached behind her back for her bra fastening. Her breasts dropped slightly as she released them. Her nipples were already hardening. 

I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Her own followed suit. I stood there in my 'Y' fronts and looked at her in her small white knickers. I could see the bulge made by her pubic hairs. I pulled my 'Y' fronts down and stroked my prick, pulling my foreskin back to its fullest extent and releasing it.

Heather hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down revealing her mass of dark, pubic hairs.

"Why does Howie want me?" She asked again.

I could just see the beginning of her slit. She bent forward and slipped her knickers off completely and, picking up her trousers turned and placed them on top of the growing pile of clothing on the bed. I watched as her ass cheeks opened and closed as she bent over the bed. Then she turned back to face me.

"He wants to take you to the dinner tonight."

I stepped closer, pushing my fingertip between the tops of her thighs and along the length of her fanny. Her lips gave way as I pushed upwards and my finger slipped inside her.

"The big dinner you are going to?" She gasped.

I pulled my finger out and pushed it back inside her.

"But I have nothing to wear."

I could see that.

"There are some shops on the ground floor." She was becoming very wet.

Her fingers closed around my prick and worked my foreskin back and forth. I pushed my finger inside as far as it would go and swirled it around. I placed my other hand on her back and pulled her close. We kissed.

She gave a moan of disappointment as I withdrew my finger to change to a 'yes' as I placed its tip on her clit.

"Inside me." She gasped, backing towards the spare bed, my fingertip in contact with her clit and her fingers stroking my prick.

Her eyes looked huge as she lay back and opened her arms and legs for me. I knelt on the bed between her thighs and moved on top of her. She bent her knees and reached between us to guide me inside. Two pushes and I entered her. She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts and wrapped her arms around my back. I quickened my movements. I don't think either of us wanted it long and slow. I knew I didn't.

My balls were banging against her ass cheeks. Her heels were on mine. I could feel the tightening of her fanny as she came. I couldn't stop myself. I was there.

I smiled down at her.

"Happy?" She asked.

I beamed.

"You look it." She continued.

I waited for her to place her feet back on the bed before pulling out of her. I sat back on my heels and looked down. My prick was glistening with her juices. I pulled back my foreskin and worked it forward again. A drop of liquid appeared from my hole. I collected it on the tip of my finger and placed it inside her still open fanny.

"Missed a bit." I said.

"We can't have that." 

I gently pulled the lips of her fanny apart and looked inside her at the little pool of my come that lay at the bottom of her hole.

"Enjoying the view?" She asked.

"I am actually."

I suddenly yawned.

"Excuse me." I said, covering my mouth with my hand.

"Tired?"

"It's nearly midnight back home."

"I know. But you slept on the plane."

"I could do with some more now."

"If you want to."

She lifted her hips from the bed and her fanny lips opened by themselves this time. "I didn't mean..." I started.

"Don't you want me any more?"

I could feel my prick growing. I moved back on the bed and leaning forward brushed her clit with my lips. Her hands reached for the back of my head and held me in place. I kissed it again. More firmly this time then I sucked gently on it.

"Oh." 

I heard her moan.

I sucked again then looked down upon it. It was bigger than Jenny's, and redder. I flicked it with the tip of my tongue. The pressure on the back of my head increased and she lifted herself from the bed. I licked along one side, then the other. She made a noise in the back of her throat. I moved it from side to side, settling into a rhythm. I heard her gasp. Then groan. I pushed a finger inside her fanny. Then a second. It was wet in there. I pulled one finger out and placed it against her anus. It was already moist from where her juices had run from her fanny earlier. I pushed my fingertip against it, felt it resist then open.

She cried out.

I pulled my finger out, collected more of her lubricant and some of my own come and pushed it back inside.

This time I was greeted by no more than a moan of pleasure. I licked faster against her clit, working both fingers in and out as I did. She lifted herself, fell back then lifted herself again. Her thighs tightened and relaxed about my head. Her hands released me and I heard one thump down on the bed.

"Yes. Yes." She cried out.

I was certain everybody in the hotel could hear.

She's stopped breathing. Her hands were on the back of my head again. Her thighs were gripping the sides of my face.

She cried out. Like she was in pain. Then her body relaxed.

I lifted my face from her fanny and looked up, over her erect nipples at hers. It was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her brow.

"We must get you a dress and get ready."

There was a tap on the door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"Howie." Came the reply. "Let me in."

"Wait a minute."

"I'm not going back inside there." Heather said, pointing to the closet.

"Well, get dressed quickly then."

I pulled on my pants and trousers slipped my feet into my shoes and threw my arms through the sleeves of my shirt. Heather had her trousers on and was beginning to button the front of her blouse as I reached the door. I watched her stuff her bra beneath a pillow and I turned to the door and opened it.

"Hi Paul." Howie said almost bursting into the room. "I've looked everywhere for her. Oh, there you are."

He was already changed for the dinner in evening dress and white tie.

"Did you speak to her?" He asked me.

"Yes he did." Heather replied.

"I'm sorry." Howie was a little taken aback.

"I'm afraid I don't have a dress suitable for the occasion." Her voice had changed subtly. It was very polished, very English.

She scratched at a nipple. Bra-less, they were plain to see through her blouse. I could see them and I noticed Howie could as well.

"We can get you one." Howie gushed. "The Boutique keys are held in the hotel safe. I'll ring the manager. I'm sure she won't mind our going in and picking out something for you to wear."

If it were a she and Howie was involved then I was certain she wouldn't mind.

"Alright." Heather agreed. "Are you coming, Paul?"

"I've got to make a phone call and I need to get ready." I replied. "Howie will look after you."

I gave Howie a stern look.

"Sure thing, buddy." He held the door open for Heather.

"See you later." I said, watching the cheeks of her ass as she walked through the door, ducking beneath Howie's arm and struggling into the jacket of her suit. 

I picked up the phone and had the girl on the other end put in a call to England for me.

Replacing the receiver I undressed and went into the bathroom for a shave and a shower. The phone was ringing by the time I had finished.

I picked it up.

"Connecting you, Sir." The girl's voice said. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18k



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All characters are fictitious.

Part 11.

Paul.

If Louise's pubic mound were pressed any more closely to my prick I would be inside her.

The music was slow and the lights were dim on the dance floor. It must have been for the benefit of the board members that they had had a cabaret act on this evening. The political jokes from the comedian had passed over my head but I had laughed out loud at his rude ones.

They also had a singer and the usual five-piece band.

The band was playing now. I couldn't see Heather. In fact I'd hardly spoken to her all evening. I had meet Louise in the foyer when she arrived and had helped her with her coat. She had smelled lovely. Subtle yet explicit would be the best way to describe it. And her dress, what there was of it, was hardly designed for New York in December. 

I ran my hand down her side as we swayed together. I couldn't feel any elastic beneath her dress. Wasn't she wearing any knickers? I could feel my prick growing. She gave a satisfied sigh so she must be able to feel it to.

There were ten to a table in the large dinning room and Louise and I had sat on the table hosted by the Vice President in charge of Finance. Harve seemed keen that I meet him. He, in turn, wanted to know all that I knew about my father's accountancy firm and then about myself. I kept finding Louise's knee touching my beneath the table and once her hand rested on my thigh. It had been becoming harder to follow the talk around the table and I had been glad when the time came to dance.

I wasn't so sure now. I did like Louise. She was a beautiful woman. A wonderful tasting fanny. She was a natural blonde as I recalled. I moved my hand up onto the bare skin of her back. She rested her head on my shoulder.

My prick was throbbing.

"That feels nice." She whispered.

I wasn't sure to what she was referring so I danced on.

I could see Heather and Howie dancing a few couples away. They seemed very friendly.

"I want to come with you." Louise was talking into my ear.

I dragged my eyes from Howie's hand as it moved slowly towards Heather's ass cheeks.

"Where?"

"South America."

"You can't. What for?"

"I am an investigative reporter. There is a story there that needs reporting." "What story?"

"Rubies and rebellions."

I didn't know what to say. I certainly didn't want her to come. I was going to have my hands full with Heather.

"I could go on my own." She continued.

"I'm flying in on Tuesday and out on Thursday." Everything was weakening except my prick. "You might not be able to get on the plane. The hotel might be full."

"I'll phone my night editor. Come on."

She turned, and taking my hand led me back to our table where she collected her handbag and then from the dinning room into the foyer. Walking to one of the telephone hoods in a corner she picked up the receiver and dialled. 

"Have you any change?" She asked.

She had nowhere to carry any. I could see that. Even her handbag was more for show than anything.

I fished out the loose change from my trouser pocket and found some dimes and quarters. She took some and feed the machine.

"Hi Mike." She spoke into the phone. "It's Louise."

I wandered away, looking at the pictures on the walls and the glass display cabinets. There were some newspapers on one of the tables the low-backed sofas in front of the reception desk. I picked one up and scanned the headlines. Nothing about South America on there. I turned the page. There was something. The rebel advance had stalled and the government was sending more troops to the south of the country.

I studied the little map that went with the article. It was a little simplistic but if I were the rebel leader I would entice the government troops through the gap between the two mountain ranges then close the gap behind them.

"Where's Louise?" Howie asked.

I looked up from the newspaper and looked around.

"On the phone." I pointed. "Where's Heather?"

"Toilets." Howie replied. "Who's she phoning at this hour?"

I yawned. The clock above reception showed it to be eleven-thirty. That would be three-thirty at home.

"Her night editor." I said, remembering Howie's question. "She wants to come with me."

"Does she now? I can see Pa having something to say about that."

He hurried over to where Louise was talking.

"Hello." 

I turned at the sound of Heather's voice.

"Hello." I replied. "Are you enjoying it?"

"It's been fun." She closed her eyes for a second. "But I think it's time I was in bed."

"I'll have to see what Louise wants."

"It's alright. Howie will see me to my room."

Why didn't I like the sound of that?

Howie and Louise were walking towards us.

"Let's get my coat." Louise said. "It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."

I held out Louise's coat for her to slide her arms into the sleeves.

"I'll tell Pa." Howie said looking Heather up and down. "It'll be ok for me to skip the afternoon session."

I was lost.

"Your taxi, Miss Wolfenstein." The doorman said.

"Come on, Paul." She said, taking my hand. "See me home."

I looked at Heather but she was looking at Howie and laughing at something he had whispered into her ear.

"I see you in the morning, Paul." Heather finally said.

"Oh. Ok. I'll see you then."

I walked with Louise out into the night air. It was crisp, to say the least. I wish I had brought my coat. Three steps down and the doorman was holding open the door to the taxi. I followed Louise inside. The door clunked behind me and we were off.

"You don't mind leaving now? Do you?" Louise asked.

"We didn't say goodbye."

"Howie will do that." 

"Do you mind?" She continued.

"No." I stifled a yawn. "I am a bit tired."

"Oh."

She sounded disappointed.

"What was Howie on about?"

"He's coming with us."

"What!"

"I know Pa will kick up a fuss when he hears but if Howie tells him he is going too then it will be ok."

She placed her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze and leaned her head against my shoulder.

"I can handle Daddy."

I was sure she could.

The cab pulled up outside a tall block of buildings and we climbed out. I reached into my hip pocket for my wallet but Louise placed her hand on my arm.

"It's on the hotel account."

She smiled at me and took a small bunch of keys from her handbag. She tapped a set of numbers into a keypad by the door and turned a key in the lock. The heavy oak door opened on well-oiled hinges and we stepped inside. I looked for the taxi as I closed the door behind us and saw it start to pull away.

She pressed the button for the lift and the doors opened with a hiss. I followed her inside. Neither of us spoke during the fifteen seconds or so of the ride. Another hiss and the doors opened. There were four doors in the corridor we stepped out into. We crossed to the far side and she opened the door on the left.

She unlocked two locks and pushed the door open. Followed her inside. My heart was beating faster. I helped her from her coat and hung it on a hook. There was a door on either side of us then the apartment opened up into a large living room with two doors at one end and windows everywhere else.

She pressed a switch and the lights came on, brightly at first then less so as she adjusted a dial.

Another click of a switch and curtains slid across in front of the windows.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked.

"I should be getting back."

"Just a coffee."

"Alright." There could be no harm in that. "A coffee would be nice. Thank you."

"Make yourself at home." She said indicating the large sofa. 

I remained standing while she busied herself in the kitchen. I felt safer. There was also the distinct possibility that if I did sit down I would fall straight asleep.

I walked to the far end of the room. There were two doors. Bedrooms? I placed my hand on the handle of the first. Should I? I looked around. She wasn't back yet. I opened the door and looked inside. It was a bedroom. The bed was big. Bright white coverings.

I closed the door and stepped away. What was I expecting to find? It was a bedroom that was all.

"That's my office." Louise said as I moved towards the second door, she placed a tray with a coffeepot and some cups and saucers and things onto the table in front of the sofa. 

"Sorry." I stammered. "I wasn't prying."

Well I was, but you always say you're not.

"That's alright." She smiled, sitting down and patting the sofa beside her. I'd show you everything later."

"I really must be going."

"You can't leave now." She smiled again and poured some coffee into the two cups she had brought. "Sugar, milk? It's snowing."

I looked at the curtains.

"There's a window in the kitchen."

I sat down beside her and took the offered coffee cup.

"Just a little milk please." I told her.

She had lovely hands. Long slender fingers.

She sipped at her own coffee. I watched her throat move as she swallowed. I could feel my prick growing again.

I turned my head away. This was no good. Something was going to happen unless I left. 

"Unzip me."

Louise was turning on the sofa, offering her back to me.

"I always have trouble with that little hook and eye."

I knew how she felt. Automatically my finger fumbled for it finally succeeding in undoing it and pulling down her short zip.

"I must go." I almost pleaded.

"You don't have to." She was turning to face me. "You know I've always liked you."

"Yes. No." I did but didn't.

"I'm better now." 

She slid her arm through the strap of her dress. Then her other arm.

"I'm all grown up."

She let the front of her dress fall forward exposing her breasts. I could faintly see the marks made by the knife of Rogers after he and his sons had tied her to a bed and he had raped her.

"Don't you like them?"

She lifted each one as if offering me the nipples. 

"They're lovely."

They were. I wished my prick would go down.

"Perhaps you'd rather have something else?" She asked, standing up and letting her dress fall to the floor.

She was a natural blonde. 

My hands moved to her hips. I pulled her towards me a nuzzled her pubic hairs with my nose. I drank in the smell of woman. Her fingers ran through my hair as I licked at her clit with the tip of my tongue. She opened her legs and swivelled her hips opening herself. I sucked on the lips of her fanny then returned to her clit.

She gasped, moaned then gasped again as I flicked it from side to side. I moved my hands to her ass cheeks and pulled them apart to place a fingertip against her anus.

She whimpered then started to grind her fanny against my mouth. Her breathing was quickening. Her anus squeezed tight against my finger then relaxed and she cried out as my finger entered her. Then she cried out again as she came.

I pulled my finger from her ass and without thinking held it to my nose.

"Paul!" She admonished.

"Sorry."

"Come to bed."

I stood up determined to be strong but I could smell her and taste her.

"I..." I started, but she had turned her back and was walking towards her bedroom. 

Her buttocks were tight and high. Moving up and down as she walked. She stopped at the door and turned her head to look at me over one shoulder. My feet were moving but it wasn't away from her.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18l



Part 12.

Paul.

I awoke with a hard on and turned over onto my side to face Jenny. The tip of my prick touched the crack of her ass and I pushed gently between her cheeks. She gave a moan, clenched her cheeks and pulled away.

I opened my eyes.

This wasn't Jenny. 

It was a few seconds before remembrance returned.

Louise. She was still asleep. I turned over onto my back and tried to piece together the events of the previous night.

Dinner, dancing, licking her fanny. That much was clear. Then we had gone to bed.

I could remember her helping me undress and our standing naked by the side of the bed kissing. Then she had to go somewhere and I had climbed into it.

Then what had happened?

Nothing. My mind was a blank.

Louise moved on the bed, turning to face me. Her eyes were open.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello." She replied.

I couldn't tell much in her tone. Was she angry? Should I fuck her? My prick was still hard.

"I think I must have fallen asleep." I confessed.

"Yes, you did."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." She moved closer on the bed, her hand moving beneath the covers to land on my balls. "I'll forgive you. This time."

That felt nice. Her fingers massaging my balls. Then they moved, picking up my prick and stroking its length. I lifted the bed covers and we both looked down watching as the head of my prick appeared and disappeared from view. I also looked at her fanny. Blond hairs. Not too bushy. I moved my hand down to it and squeezed it. It felt springy.

Her face was moving towards mine so I turned my head and kissed her. 

I could feel her clit. She lifted her top leg. That was better. I rubbed it. She gasped. I released the bed covers and felt for her breasts. Her nipples were hard. I had to have her. I turned onto my side and moved towards her looking into her eyes. They told me what I wanted to know as much as her turning onto her back and opening her legs. I moved above her. The tip of my prick against her slit. I pushed. Then again. I could feel her opening. 

The phone on the bedside table started to ring.

She moved beneath me. I tried to push my prick inside her. It missed.

"Wait a minute." She said. "I'm expecting my editor to ring me. What time is it?"

I looked at my wristwatch.

"Eight-thirty." I told her.

I pushed again with my prick. She was opening. I could feel it.

"Wait." She hissed, half-turning away from beneath me and picking up the phone.

"Hello." She said into the mouthpiece.

Her other hand she was sliding down between us. Was she going to help me in? Not judging by the way she pushed my prick away and clamped her hand tight over her hole.

There was a man's voice at the other end of the line.

My prick was going down. She was trying to say something but the man at the other end wouldn't let her get a word in. I moved onto my side of the bed and played with her breasts while she talked. Her nipples were still hard.

"Daddy don't."

It was Harve was it?

I moved my hand down onto her stomach. Then further down. I slid my hand beneath hers and felt for her clit. I could almost feel it throb. 

"Oh." She groaned, whether because of something that was being said or the movement of my finger I wasn't sure.

I rubbed harder.

She lifted her hips from the bed. 

"I must." She gasped into the phone. "Please don't."

Her fingers closed about my hand. I kept moving. She was gasping. Moaning. The phone had fallen from her grasp. Suddenly her entire body tensed and her thighs closed tight.

I pulled my hand away from beneath hers and stroked my prick to restore it to full hardness. I moved, preparing to get on top of her again. 

"No." She almost screamed, pulling away and falling from the bed. "We can't. You can't. You have to go."

I knelt on the bed, my prick standing up hard. She was looking at it.

"My father's on his way. He'll be here in five minutes. You have to go. I must get dressed. I'm sorry, Paul."

"Where are my clothes?" I asked, standing on the floor. Her eyes hadn't left my prick. I smiled at her and helped her to stand feeling her breasts.

"He mustn't find you here." She warned, licking her lips.

"Ok." I said, reaching for where my clothes lay on the back of a chair. "I'll go."

I dressed as quickly as I could whilst watching Louise do the same. Bra, panties, slip and dress. I carried my bow tie and cummerbund with me to the door. She was running a brush through her hair.

"If I don't see you before I'll see you at the airport." I said hurrying to the front door of the apartment.

It wasn't my most gallant goodbye. I wasn't even sure I would see her again if her father had anything to do with it.

I closed the door to the apartment behind me and walked to stand in front of the lift. I didn't have to press for it; it was already on its way.

Realisation suddenly hit me as the lift stopped. Harve. I ran to the stairs at the end of the corridor as the lift doors opened. The doors to the stairs closed behind me and I leaned with my back against the wall my heart thumping. Had he seen me? What would I do if he had and he told Martha? Then she told Carole and she told Jenny. Would it matter? Harve would probably kill me if he thought I had been fucking his daughter.

I hurried down the stairs. Should I take the lift? What if it hadn't been Harve? What if he was waiting downstairs for the lift to come back down?

I continued down the stairs. 

I hadn't paid much attention to how many floors there were in the building the night before. I knew exactly how many there were by the time I reached the ground floor.

I pushed open the doors and peered out. There was a doorman/receptionist behind a counter. I would have to brazen it out and walk past him.

I took a deep breath and stepped out into the corridor. 

He looked up at me.

"I was staying the night with a friend. After a late party." I blurted out an explanation even though it hadn't been asked for.

"Can I get you a cab?" He asked.

"Please."

He led the way to the door and hailed a cab. I took two one-dollar bills from my wallet and offered it to him. A good tip is important to buy silence.

He looked at the notes and pocketed them without a word. A yellow cab pulled up and I stepped through the slushy sidewalk to it and climbed into the back.

"Where to Buddy?" The cabby asked.

I gave him the name of the hotel. The cab pulled out past a large black limo that was parked in front of us. It looked like it had been Harve in the lift.

That had been close. On both counts. Fucking Louise and getting caught by her father. It had been a hard job getting it inside her. She was fighting it as I had pushed. Her legs had been open but her fanny had been shut. I could tell she had wanted it. I didn't understand. She wasn't a virgin. I knew that. The traffic was heavy. But then it is in most cities on a Monday morning. The sky, such as I could see was heavy with grey clouds. I was glad I didn't have to walk. I suddenly knew where we were and looked at the meter. Two minutes to go. I took out my wallet and counted out enough notes to cover the cost of the ride. I didn't have much left. I would have to see Harve and get him to let the hotel cash me a cheque. I would have to pay the bill by cheque as it was. It had all been such a rush on Saturday.

The cab pulled to a halt outside the main entrance to the hotel. I should have asked him to go to the side one. I should also have finished dressing, that way I might have passed unnoticed through the foyer as a number of staff wore evening dress all day.

I would have to brazen it out again. And it was snowing.

I paid for the fare and took the steps to the front doors in twos. The doorman held it open for me.

"Good morning, Sir." He said, a smile on the corners of his mouth.

I mumbled a response and hurried across the foyer to the desk.

"May I have my key. Please?" I asked the pretty receptionist.

"Certainly Sir." She smiled, handing it to me with two slips of paper.

I read the messages as I walked to the lift. My mother had rung. I was to ring back. Jenny had rung. No message.

The doors opened and I waited for the descending passengers to step from the lift before stepping inside. I gave the attendant my floor number. I flexed my knees as the floor lifted beneath me and again as the lift stopped at my floor.

I walked quickly to the door of my room and turned the key. I heard the door of another room open and turned to see Heather hurrying towards me. She followed me into my room and I pushed the door closed.

"Where have you been?" She asked angrily. "I've been waiting for you for hours."

"I stayed at Louise's." I replied. Taking off my coat and dropping it on the chair in front of the dressing table.

"You stayed the night with her?" 

Her bottom lip was trembling.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I went to sleep. That was all."

"She's a beautiful woman."

"I know. I've known her for years."

"And you didn't? With her?"

She was standing directly in front of me. She looked sad so I placed my arms around her and held her tight.

"No I didn't."

She lifted her head and I looked down into her eyes. She smiled. Then reached up and pulled my mouth down to her own. Our lips touched. I opened mine and pushed my tongue against hers. They opened in response.

My prick was getting hard. I pushed it against her. She pushed back. I moved my hands down to her ass cheeks and felt them through her short dress. We kissed again, tongues fencing. I pulled up the bottom of her dress and slid my hands inside her tights and knickers. It was warm in there. She shivered.

"Your hands are cold." She mumbled with my tongue still inside her mouth.

I pulled my head back breaking our kiss. 

"It's cold outside." I confirmed.

"I'm warm."

"I can feel that." 

I pulled her ass cheeks apart and slipped a finger between them, her anus contracted as I touched it.

"Do you want to feel something else?"

"If you like."

You mustn't be too forward.

She moved back half a pace, my hands sliding onto her hips, still inside her underwear.

She looked down at the bulge my prick was making inside my trousers and placed her hand upon it. I felt it jump. She smiled, running her fingertips back and forth along its length.

I felt her hip bones and the top of the outsides of her thighs then moved one hand slowly across the front of her body until I felt her pubic mound. She moved closer her mouth already open for my tongue. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, holding its tip with her front teeth for a second then releasing it to push against it with her own.

I moved my hand from her hip back onto her ass cheek while seeking her slit with the middle finger of my other hand. She rose up onto her toes slightly as I wormed my finger inside her. With the middle finger of my other hand I found her anus and rubbed her tight folds of skin. She moved her head to rest it against my chest and sighed.

"That's nice."

It was but I wanted more. I pulled both hands free of her holes and her clothing.

"Oh." She sounded disappointed.

"Can I do it?" I asked, hesitantly.

She smiled and pulling up the hem of her dress pushed down her tights and knickers. I dropped to one knee before and helped her lift her feet free of them. I lifted the hem of her dress to look at her fanny for a second and to breathe in her smell then I stood up.

"Would you kneel for me?" I asked.

She didn't say a word but turning her back on me climbed onto the bed and knelt with her head resting on a pillow and her ass in the air. I climbed on the bed myself and knelt behind her, lifting her dress to expose her holes. Her anus looked so tight whilst her fanny lips were already showing. I unfastened my trousers and pushed them and my underpants down. Then I removed my shirt and threw it across to the other bed. I edged forward on the bed, spreading her ass cheeks as I did so. The tip of my prick touched her anus and she gave a little jump.

"It's alright." I reassured her, pushing my prick down from that hole until it touched her fanny slit.

With my thumbs I pulled her fanny lips open and pushed the tip of my prick between them. I sank inside her. There was none of the resistance I had felt that morning with Louise. I pulled back, almost out and pushed fully inside with one thrust. She lifted her head from the pillow and gasped then settled down again as I started moving in and out of her.

I kept up a steady pace for about fifteen seconds then I felt my balls tighten and the tip of my prick become increasingly sensitive. Five more seconds and I was moving in and out with short sharp movements. Five seconds more and I was coming.

I pulled her back towards me by her hips and thrust my prick as far inside her as it would go as I came.

I pulled back and looked down at her fanny then at my prick, shining with her juices and my come. I lay down on the bed with a sigh and she lay on her side beside me guiding my arm around her shoulders and laying her head on mine.

I breathed deeply.

"Are you alright?" She asked, her fingers on my balls.

"Fine thanks." I replied.

I knew I was smiling.

"You look pleased."

"I enjoyed it."

She picked up my flaccid prick and considered it for a few seconds.

"Did you?" I continued.

"It was alright as far as it went."

"I put it in as far as I could."

"I know." She said wistfully. "It's just not as big as Howie's."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18m



The Paul and Jenny stories.  Part 18 m.

Rubies are Red.

By Paul C.

(Copyright 2003).

Part 13.

Jenny.

I replaced the receiver.  I wonder where he is.   It would only be nine-thirty in New York.  I would have thought he would have been in his room.  I suppose I could have asked to speak to Harve or Howie but, well, he couldn't be getting up to anything with them about.

There was to be more reluctant pupil motivation theory this afternoon.  Then time to prepare our lesson plans for Friday's practical exam.   I think Shirley was going to beat me on the theory exam on Thursday.  She really enjoys that side whereas I prefer working with the children in the local schools when we get the chance.

"There you are."  Shirley said, walking down the corridor to greet me.

"Just trying to get through to Paul."

"Did you?"

"No.  He wasn't in."

"Oh."

There could a hundred reasons why he wasn't in.

"This will be our last lesson with Matt for four months."  I said, changing the subject.

I knew Shirley fancied him a little.  He was the only lecturer within what I would have considered a reasonable age difference but if Shirley could let David have her then he must seem like a child to her.  A plan was beginning to form in my mind.  Matt was single, not bad looking if a little serious.  Shirley was a cracker.  The prettiest girl on the course by far.   Now, if I could push them both in the same direction I wouldn't have to make it obvious when I wanted her out of the way for Ron to visit.  

"He'll still be here when we finish our on the job attachments."  She replied.

That was true.  We all had twelve week, one term, attachments to schools in the area then a final term back at the college to pull everything together and our final exams.  I was going to the children's school in Paul's grandfather's village called Chipping Marsden.   The worst would be a four-week waiting period while we awaited our results and then there would be the days sending letters to just about every school in the area asking for a job.

I could see her eyes were on him as we left the main building and walked across the lawn towards the row of low classrooms.  He was a tall man, perhaps thirty-two or three.   He had taught in one of the rougher schools in Bristol before taking up his post here.  He wasn't a great teacher in practise but he knew the theory backwards.  One of our other lecturers had suggested that we pay particular attention to Matt when he taught us as an example of how not to run a class.  He must have had a hard time in that school in Bristol.

"Do you want me to fix it for Matt to ask you out?"  I asked as we reached the door.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on.  You know you like him."

"Don't you dare."

I smiled at her as we took our seats.

Matt took up his position at the front of the class, looked around the room, picked up a board-marker, dropped it and began.

++++++++++++

Paul.

I sat back in the seat of the jet to Miami and fastened my seatbelt.   Louise moved in her seat beside me.  I just caught the faint smell of her perfume.

I could clearly see Howie's head four rows up and the top of Heather's tight head of curls beside him.

"Daddy was alright about it really."  Louise said.  "Especially when I told him I'd have two strong men to protect me.  We will only be there two nights after all and there has been no trouble reported from the Capitol."

Howie's head was moving closer to Heather's.

The jet was taxiing to its takeoff position.

"She seems a nice girl."  Louise nodded in the vague direction of forward.  "You flew across with her, didn't you?"

What do I tell her?  Let her assume that she is a pick up that Howie has made?  But what about tomorrow when she boards the plane for South America.  What about tonight when it became time for bed?  I don't think it would go down to well for me to tell her I'm fucking Heather.  Especially after nearly fucking Louise myself this morning.  And what about tonight when it became time for bed?   I didn't want to have to choose between them.  

"Actually I do know Heather."

Louise turned her head towards me as the plane accelerated down the runway.

"Yes."  She said slowly.

"She's staying in one of the apartments in London.  With her sister and her husband."  

"Oh."

There was a pause.  I think I left stomach down below somewhere.

"She was at a loose end."

"Go on."

"She sort of talked her way into coming with me."  

"Just for the trip."  I hurried on.   "For a day trip to South America?"

Why was it that every time somebody else said that it sounded weird?

"I couldn't say anything yesterday.  People wouldn't have understood."

"I'm not so sure they do now."

"It was a silly thing to do I know."

"I agree with that."  She placed her hand upon mine.  "She seems to be getting on well with Howie."

"Yes."  I agreed.  "She does."

Heather wouldn't elaborate on her statement that Howie's prick was bigger than mine was after I had fucked her that morning.  It was true.  I knew that having seen him fuck Carole and her Aunt Dorothy when we were on a cruise of the Caribbean three years previously.  Just what had happened the previous night when I had taken Louise home?

"I do hope Howie is sensible."  Louise sounded doubtful.

I think she had every reason to be concerned.  Howie once told me he needed a woman every day or he felt ill.  Being rich and good-looking I didn't suppose he had ever been short of available fanny.  I must have been a late developer.   I didn't have my first woman until I was eighteen and that had been Jenny.

I wondered how Louise was reconciling the fact that we had nearly fucked that morning and, by the looks of things, she was hoping that we were going to that night, with the fact that I was a married man. Married to somebody whom she must think of as a friend.

How was I going to?  Louise was a friend of us both, and I was a married man.  Somehow it was easier with Heather.  We'd stop when got back and I might never see her again.  I would be seeing Louise again, so would Jenny.

Oh, what was I to do?

Louise had folded her fingers around mine.  It did feel comfortable.  She was lifting my hand and placing it upon her lap.  That felt nice as well.  My prick was responding and I had to rub it through my trousers.  She was watching me.  I looked at her face.  She was smiling.  I was smiling back.

I saw Heather getting to her feet and making her way down the aisle towards us.  She smiled at me when she drew level, looked down at Louise holding my hand and changed her expression.  She looked like she was about to say something but another passenger was coming up behind her so she continued on towards the back of the plane.

"Your hotel was full when I tried to book so Howie and I are in another."  Louise said, counting my fingers.

I'd forgotten that.  I could be saved.  

"You could change hotels with Howie."  She continued.

I couldn't see Heather being happy about that.

"I don't know if he'd want to."  I tried to sound doubtful, he'd jump at the chance.

"I'm sure we could persuade him."

She shifted slightly in her seat.

"If you'll excuse me."  She continued, standing up.

I stood up to let her out then retook my seat.

She pulled down the hem of her tightly fitting skirt and smoothed down the outsides of her thighs.  I had to look.  I also had to watch her ass cheeks as she moved towards the rear of the plane.  She passed Heather in the aisle.  Heather stopped beside me and looked down at me.

"Move over then."  She said.

I moved across into Louise's seat next to the window.

"What's going on?"  She asked sitting down beside me.

"What about?"  I answered, trying to sound innocent.

"You know."  She hissed.  "The hand holding."

"She's just a friend."

"I don't believe you.   You had her this morning."

"I didn't."

I could sound truthful about answering that.

"Louise will be back soon."  I took her hand and gave it a squeeze.  "You had best go back to your seat."

She looked hurt so I leaned across and kissed her.

"Tonight."  She said, standing up. 

"Tonight."  I confirmed.

Now what was I to do?  Louise was standing at the end of the seats so I slid out and let her in letting my eyes drop to the outline of her ass cheeks beneath her dress.

"Why had you moved?"  She asked.

"Heather sat down for a second.  Just to say hi."

"Oh."

The hostesses were wheeling a trolley towards us handing out coffees and soft drinks.  I could have done with a cup of tea of even better a beer.

"Would you like a drink?"  I asked.

"Coffee, please."  She answered.  "Black."

I ordered two black coffees when it was our turn.  I sipped at mine and screwed up my face.  It was bitter.  I sipped again.  I suppose you could get used to anything in time.

"I don't think it is wise that we swap hotels."  I said, placing my cup in the round hole in my pull down table.  "It might be making it a bit obvious to them."

She thought for a moment.

"You're right.  But it might be what they want."

"What about Carole?"

It was my last card.  Appeal to her sense of sisterhood.  Not that she had much if she was trying to get into bed with me.  But she didn't have to see Jenny very often.  Carole was her sister.

I let her think.

"You don't want me?  Do you?"  She suddenly asked.

Why couldn't I bring myself to finish it now? 

"Of course I want you."

She took my hand in hers.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

"So you see, Matt, she's a little shy."

He looked at me.   Then turned his gaze to where Shirley was working at one of the desks.

"You're joking."  He stuttered, I didn't realise he did that.  "She couldn't."

I was beginning to doubt whether she could myself.  I certainly couldn't.

"Oh yes."  I suppose in for a penny.  "She talks about you a lot.  You should go and have a word with her.  Ask her out tomorrow."

"You have exams."

"Thursday and Friday.  She's going to sail through them."

"Yes, I suppose she is."

"She'd like you to."

"If you're sure?"

"Of course.  She's waiting."

He walked towards where she was sitting.  I saw her lift her head as he approached.  She looked from him to me.  Her expression changed to horror.  He was speaking.  Her features relaxed.   She was smiling.  Laughing.  That seemed to be going well.

I went to my own desk and started collecting my things together.  The clock on the wall read a quarter past three.  There was a break now and then private study until four-fifteen.  I don't suppose it would be difficult to persuade Shirley to quit for the day now and study at home.

She was standing up, walking with him towards the exit to the classroom.  I wonder where they are going?  He was holding her coat for her to put on.

I stood up, picking up all my things and, putting on my own coat, followed them.  He was carrying some of her books.   Should I hurry to catch them up?  

He was holding open the little wicket gate that led to the entrance to the old gatekeepers cottage.  I had never been inside it.  Apparently it was used by single instructors.  He had it to himself at the moment.

They had gone inside and closed the door behind them.  I wanted to go home and make sure everything was nice for tomorrow.  I think I had decided to go through with it.  Just thinking about him made we wet in a way I had never felt with Paul.  And it was now or never.  But what if we did and he wanted to continue while I was teaching at the village school?  I wouldn't have the time to look after him and drive the hour to and from the village each day then see to Paul's needs when I got home.  I could stay some nights at his grandfather's house.  Pressures of work, etc.  Or the weather might be too bad to drive back to Bristol.  But where would we meet.  Would his wife notice his absence in the evenings?  Perhaps not, if there weren't too many.

Why was I doing this?  It was only a fantasy.  I'd best rescue Shirley, take her out for a meal tomorrow night and forget all about it.

I reached the door and pressed the bell.  Nothing happened.  Best knock.  Or should I wait?  What if Shirley wanted to be there?

There were large French windows on the south side of the building over-looking the playing fields.  I crunched along the gravel path by the side of the building.   It was starting to rain.  I placed my books inside my coat front and squeezed them tight against my breast.  It was raining more heavily.  I reached the French windows and peered into the small sitting room.  You could tell a man lived there.  All books and clutter.

Matt was holding out a glass of what looked like Sherry to Shirley.  She was seated on the small two-seater settee and he was standing in front of her with his back towards me.  She crossed her legs then uncrossed them and crossed them again.  She has something that needs some attention paying to it.

I wonder when she last had sex.  She had finished with Paul's dad nearly eighteen months before.  I know she had gone out with three or four men since but none for more than two or three times.

She was reaching out with her hand for something in front of her.  What?  All he would have there is his prick.  She can't be reaching for that.  They've hardly been in the house five minutes.

He was moving closer.  She was moving her head.  I wish he'd turn sideways on or something.

Ah.

A large drop of water landed on the back of my neck and started running down my spine.  I stumbled forwards banging against the glass.  I jerked backwards as quickly as I could as two heads were turned in my direction. Had they seen me?  What should I do?  If I ran away they would hear me on this gravel. 

I flattened myself against the wall beside the French windows as two faces appeared against the glass.  Don't look this way, I prayed.  They weren't looking.  They were looking at each other.  They were kissing.  

My hair was soaked.  The light was fading and I was getting cold.

I looked back into the sitting room in time to see Shirley follow Matt out of the room.  They must be coming out of the front door.  I crunched across the gravel, over the muddy border and onto the playing field.  

The wind was driving the rain out of the shelter of the cottage.  My coat felt heavy.  I looked down at my feet.  They were caked in mud.  I couldn't go back into the classroom like this.

I tried to find some shelter beneath a leaf-bare tree and looked back at the cottage.  Somebody was closing the curtains in an upstairs room.  Where was Shirley?   I expected to see her hurrying back towards the classrooms.

I trudged slowly across the sports field to the car park and climbed into my car.  At least it was dry in here.  Throwing my books onto the rear seat I switched on the engine, put the heater on full blast, turned on the radio, sneezed and waited.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18n



(Copyright 2003).

Part 14.

Paul.

I replaced the receiver after talking to Jenny.  She sounded as if she were coming down with a cold.  I could feel a bead of sweat running down my spine.  I could catch one myself with this sudden change of climate.   I threw off my clothes and headed into the shower.

It was worrying that my mother had phoned her to say that she had been unable to contact either grandfather or Rodrigo at their hotel.  They had rung the British consul but they had no details.

I soaped myself and let the water wash the suds away.  I yawned, collecting a mouth full of water for my troubles and spat it out.

My body was telling me to go to bed and sleep but we had to meet Howie and Louise in their hotel in under an hour.  It was a little up market compared to this one.  Boasting a cabaret in the restaurant.  Just what I needed was another late night.

I switched off the shower and picking up a towel dried myself as I walked back into the bedroom.  

There was a knock on the door.

I walked to it.

"Hello."  I said through it.

"It's me."  Heather's voice came back in reply.  "Let me in."

I opened the door and she slipped inside.  She was wearing a short blue dress.  She smelled nice.  Shower fresh and lightly perfumed.  I could feel my prick growing just being near her.

"What's your room like?"  I asked, walking towards the bed on which I had laid my clothes out on.

"Like this one."  She replied. 

I picked up my last clean shirt.

"I need to find somewhere to get my clothes washed."  I said.

"I rang room service."  Heather sat on the second bed and scratched at her stomach just above her fanny.  "If you give the boy who comes ten dollars he will make sure they are done for you.  You could do that before we leave."

I turned away from her and felt a tug on my towel.  I moved with the pull and stood before her.  I could see the mound my prick was making in my towel from above.  She would have full view from where she sat.

Her fingers were where I'd tucked the towel in pulling at it.  It fell to the ground and my prick jerked fully upright.

"It looks pleased to see me."  

"He is."  I confirmed, moving towards her until the tip of my prick was just touching her lips.

"He smells nice and clean."  She observed, sticking out the tip of her tongue and touching my wee hole.

"Just washed him for you."

"Oh, you knew I was coming?"

"Hoped you might."

She opened her mouth to reply so I moved again and pushed my prick inside it.  She gagged for a second then relaxed.  Her fingers worked my foreskin back and forth as the end of my prick moved in and out between her lips.  I held her head still and started to thrust in and out of her.  Short gentle movements with no more than two to three inches inside her at any one time.   I could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft.  This was good.

My balls were starting to lift.  My ass cheeks were twitching.  My breathing was changing.

Her hand was moving faster on my prick, her lips tightening and relaxing around its tip.  With her other hand she was holding my balls.  Squeezing them gently.

I was starting to pant.  To gasp.  Oh yes.  I was there.

"Thank you."  I managed to say as the last of my come splashed into the back of her mouth.

She lifted her head to me, swallowed, then smiled.

I helped her to stand and held her tight.  She snuggled against me squeezing me back.

"That was fun."  She muttered into my chest.  

I could feel her breath.  The hairs on my chest were swaying in time.   It was as if I could feel each one.

My fingers found the zip to her dress and I slowly pulled it down feeling skin, bra strap, then skin again as it moved down her back.  The zip finished where her suspender belt began.  I slid my fingers beneath the elastic, pulling it away from her body.

"Be careful."  She sighed.  "Don't ladder my stockings."

I removed my hands and helped her slide her arms from the straps of her dress.  I would have let it fall to the floor but she stop me and, stepping out of it, lay it on top of my clothes on the spare bed.

"I don't want to crease it."  She said over her shoulder to me.

I watched her knickers covered ass cheeks as she removed one stocking then the other.  Her suspender belt and bra followed then she turned to face me.  She looked great.  Her cheeks flushed, nipples erect.   She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down exposing her mass of tight, curly hairs.

She stood upright.  She had a body any women would be proud to own.  I could tell she was by the confidence in the way that she showed herself to me.  My prick was growing again.

I held her tight and pushed myself hard against her pubic mound.  She pushed back.  I held her ass cheeks as we kissed.

"Let's go to bed."  She breathed.

"We don't have long."  I pointed out.   "Do we have to go?"  She asked as she lay back on top of the bed covers.

"They'd come her for us if we didn't."

I was sure Louise at least would.  

Heather bent her knees as I knelt between her legs opening her fanny lips.  I looked down at it then lowered my mouth.  Her inner lips were already showing so I suck on them both.  I heard her moan softly and felt her fingers on the back of my head.  I held her lips open and pushed my tongue inside her licking at the walls of her fanny.  

Another moan from her.  I licked again, swirling my tongue around inside.  Then I moved up towards her clit.  It felt as if it were throbbing when I touched it.  I licked it then flicked it from side to side while pushing first one then a second finger inside her.  She lifted her hip from the bed to receive them, squeezing them with the lips of her fanny.  I moved them in and out.  Slowly at first them faster as I speeded up the movement of my tongue.

She cried out loud for a second and her whole body tensed.  For a moment I thought she was having some kind of fit but with a sigh, she relaxed.

I moved above her, my prick knocking at her entrance and looked down into her face.  There was sweat on her brow, I could feel the same on mine and her cheeks were red.  I pushed against her, feeling her fanny resist my entry then suddenly I was inside.  She smiled up at me as I moved in and out.  I could feel her nipples hard against my chest as I moved.  She closed her eyes as I quickened.  

"Oh Paul."  She gasped.

Then she tensed again as she came.

I thrust on.  Faster, faster still.  She was coming again.  My balls were getting tight.  My thrusts became shorter and faster.  Then it was my turn to gasp as I pushed my prick as far inside her as it would go and came.

I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back.  She moved across to give me room.  The covers felt wet beneath my ass cheek.

She leaned over me, her nipples pressing into my chest and looked down.

"What shall we do now?"  She asked.

There was a light in her eyes like I'd seen occasionally in Jenny's.  So much alive.  Vibrant.  

She lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed.  I could taste the salt of my come on her lips and tongue.  I ran my fingers down her spine until they reached the beginning of the crevice between her ass cheeks and felt her tremble.

"That was nice."  She muttered, resting her head on my shoulder.

"What was?"  I asked in return.

"All of it.  Jenny is very lucky to have you every day."

"Don't you have a boyfriend in London?"

"Not now.  I used to."

"He was a fool to let you go."

"His wife wasn't the understanding kind."

"Oh."

We were both silent for a few seconds.  I closed my eyes.  I could fall asleep there and then.

"What's Jenny like?"  She asked suddenly.

She lifted her head and looked down at me again.

"Where did you meet?"  She continued.

"It was on a Scouts and Guides camp in Northern Ireland.  Over three years ago now."

"Sounds like fun."

"Parts of it were."

"Tell me.  We don't have to rush.  It's been a long day already.  Was she a virgin?"

"Alright.  Yes she was.  We both were."

"How romantic."

Virgins cock and fanny wise anyway.  My best friend Steve had introduced me to the painful pleasures of anal sex a couple of nights before I met Jenny.  Then Tommy, forcing me to take his as well.  But he was dead now.

"Are you awake?"  Heather moved on my chest and cupped my balls in the palm of her hand.

"Yes." I answered.  "Just remembering."

"You have a lot of scars on your body.  I've never really noticed before."

She was running her fingers along the mark where I had been shot in my left shoulder.  Once, by some shotgun pellets while struggling with the younger Rogers son in Yorkshire. Then a second time by a bullet in Cyprus.  She released my balls and picked up my prick, slowly working my foreskin back and forth. 

"Where did you get the ones on your wrist?"

"A Black Panther bit me."  I replied.

"Come on.  The truth now."

"It is the truth.  It was on our way back from Northern Ireland.  We stopped at the Aunt's house of one of the guides.  Howie's wife actually.  There was an escaped convict there.  Then a Black Panther had escaped from a private zoo."

"What happened?"

She was holding my prick at ninety degrees to my body.  To my surprise it was becoming hard.  She seemed satisfied with it for she suddenly moved, straddling my hips and lowering herself upon it.

"Ah."  She sighed.  "That's better.  Go on."

I reached up to hold her breasts as she raised and lowered herself.  She smiled down at me.

"Not much to say."  I panted.  "The cat visited the farm and the convict ran away."

"What happened?"  She gasped.

"The cat got into the house and attacked me then was going for the others so I shot it with a shotgun."

"I heard about that."  Her voice was higher than before and she was moving faster.  "There was a lot more to it than that."

"Yes."  I grunted.

"In the papers and on the news."

"Yes."  I gasped.

I'd watched the rape of Carole's lesbian lover Jo bent over the kitchen table.  Then I saw her being forced to lick out Carole's fanny while he pushed the barrels of the shotgun in and out of her as she knelt before him.  Then still more to come.  Carole kneeling on the bed screaming as he rammed his prick first in her fanny then into her ass.

"Yes."  She called out.

She was there.  She fell forward onto my chest and kissed my neck, cheek and finally lips.

"Wow."  She lifted her head and smiled.  "That was fun."

I moved inside her.

"Didn't you come?"

"Not yet."  I was still panting.  "It's alright."

"No it isn't."  

She moved back into position straddling my hips and began lifting and falling again.  I could feel her squeezing my prick with her fanny.  I felt her breasts again then moved my hands to her hips and then her ass cheeks.

"Hmm."  She sighed, "that feels nice."

It did.  All of it.  I lifted my hips in time with her own movements.  Her eyes widened.  

"You'll get me going again."  She moaned.

"Sorry."  Was all I that could think of to say.

"Don't be."

"Okay."

She placed her hands on my chest and leaned slightly forward giving me more space to move beneath her.  I gripped her hips more firmly to hold her in place and started thrusting in and out of her.  She gasped and moaned.  So did I.  

"Oh yes."

One of us said.

She was moving her hips pushing back and downwards.  Her mouth was wide open and her nostrils flared.  I felt her come become I heard the rattle start in the back of her throat.  Then I was there.  I moved her hips up and down in time with each load.  She was smiling broadly.

"You look as if you enjoyed yourself."  She said.

There were beads of sweat on her brow.

I could feel the same on mine.

"I'm going to need another shower."  I said, looking down at my prick and its coating of her lubricant and my own come as she climbed from on top of me.

"Oh goody." Her smiled broadened, if that were possible.  "I like showering with you."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18o



(All characters are fictitious.  No similarity with anybody is intended).

Part 15.

Paul.

I held open the door to the taxi for Heather to climb out and held her hand as we walked up the steps into the hotel.

I was wearing my suit.  That was a mistake.  Even after nine in the evening it was hot.  I could feel the sweat running down my spine.  

I looked around the foyer for Howie and Louise but they were nowhere in site so I led Heather across to the entrance to the restaurant.  Or followed the crowd more accurately.

There was a large poster on a stand by the doorway.  I didn't recognise the name of the artist appearing but the face looked familiar.  A large man in a white tuxedo approached.

"Yes sir."  He said in a slow drawl.  "You have a reservation?"

"We don't."  I replied.

"We are fully booked, sir."

"We are guests of the Wolfensteins."  I said quickly, having the feeling we were about to be evicted.

He looked at a list of names on the board he was carrying then looked around the room.  

"Howard and Louise Wolfenstein."  I continued.

"Table eight."

A waiter appeared as if by magic from behind his back as we followed him through the lines of tables to the front of the restaurant where the dance floor separated the diners from a low stage.  Howie rose to his feet as we approached and held out the chair next to him for Heather.  I took the forth seat with Louise between us.

She smiled at me and squeezed my leg underneath the tablecloth.  I could feel my prick stirring.  Painfully.  It badly needed a good night's rest.  I placed my hand upon hers and moved it back onto her own leg.

"I've already ordered."  Howie was saying.  "The cabaret starts at ten."

"Who is it?"  Heather asked.

"An old friend of Paul's."  Howie answered.

Oh.

"You don't mean?"  I started.

"Mary Belle."  There was a look in Howie's eyes.  "She's getting to be quite a star in these parts.  Made a record or two.  Did well in the charts."

"I liked Mary Belle.  She was fun."  Louise joined in.  "She was always very patient with me when we lived in Jamaica."

"Mary Carver."  I mused.  "I wonder how she came up with that name?"

"We might get a chance to ask her later."  Howie waved to a waiter.  "Champagne alright for everyone."

I'd have preferred a nice cold beer.

"Oh Champagne."  Heather was almost bouncing up and down in her seat.  "Let's drink lots."

The water appeared with the first course and was given an order for a second bottle.  It was going to be a long night.

Louise was squeezing my hand beneath the table so I moved it onto her thigh and ran my fingers up towards her crotch beneath her dress.  Her legs opened slightly and I pushed my finger against her fanny.  I felt it open slightly through the twin layers of her tights and panties.    

A waiter was moving around behind us pouring the Champagne into our glasses.  I pulled my hand away from Louise's hole and picking up a wafer thin piece of toast forked some smoked salmon onto it.

I looked around the table.  Everybody seemed happy.

The toast crunched in my mouth.  It was very good.

I liked Mary Belle as well.  She had been one of the receptionists at the hotel in Jamaica where Howie had been the deputy manager to learn the ropes of hotel management.  His father had made him work in four or five hotels since leaving university.  It was how that he had learned and it hadn't done him any harm, I heard him say more than once.  Not that I think Howie had minded.  An endless stream of hotel gusts for him to fuck, not to mention the staff.

He had been fucking Mary Belle when we had gone down to Jamaica for his and Carole's wedding.  I knew that, I'd seen him.  Twice.  Although I think Martha thought it was me fucking her when they had caught me and Mary Belle in some bushes with her naked and trying to take my shirt off.

That had been on Howie's stag night.

"So you played the piano for her?"  Heather asked.

"What?  Who?"  She was talking to me.  "Yes.  By accident.  Her usual player hadn't turned up."

"Don't be shy Paul."  Howie said.  "He also played in the largest night club on the Island with her."

"Oh.  I'd like to have heard that."

"He was wonderful."  Louise smiled placing her hand upon my thigh.

I drank some Champagne.

"If it hadn't been for you she probably wouldn't be here now."  Howie was smiling.

He was up to something.

"Does she know we are here?"  I asked.

Louise was moving her hand.

I drank some more Champagne.

Two waiters arrived to remove our plates and cutlery.  Howie topped up everybody's glass and ordered another bottle.

Heather giggled at something Howie whispered into her ear.  She looked down towards his lap then smiled at him. 

Our main course arrived.  

Louise's little finger was touching my balls.  Just its tip.  Pushing against one ball then the other.  Then back to the first.

I took a mouthful of food followed by some more Champagne.  Louise smiled at me and removed her hand to start on her own meal.

Heather laughed out loud and something Howie had said.  She rested her head against his shoulder for a second.  If I didn't know better I would have sworn they were lovers.  Come to think of it I didn't know better.  Howie had seen her back to her room the previous night and this morning she had known that his prick was bigger than mine was.

Louise was leaning towards me.  Two could play at that game.   I lifted her hair to expose her ear.

"No."  She snapped pulling away.

Damn.  I had to touch the side with the scars.

I leaned towards her.

"I'm sorry."  I spoke softly into her hair.  "I forgot."

She turned her face towards me and I could see a single tear.

"It's just me."  Her bottom lip was trembling.  "You know better than anyone what is there.  Eat your dinner before it gets cold."

I smiled weakly and returned to my plate.  Once I looked up to see Heather studying me and once more when I felt Louise's eyes on me.

I finished eating and pushed my plate away.  I'd hardly tasted it.  I looked at Louise's plate.  It was hardly touched.  

The waiters appeared to collect the plates and returned almost immediately with a large platter on which was a selection of cheeses and fruits.  I looked around and noticed that most of the tables seemed to be getting the same.  Must be some kind of house speciality.

Howie topped up everybody's glass and asked for another bottle.  I was glad he was paying.

The lights in the rear of the restaurant were slowly dimming as the four members of the band took their places.  A guitar, double bass, piano and drums.  They started into a set of gentle swing numbers.  Each musician held the lead spot for a short time then they started into the chords of a more upbeat number.  The audience broke into a round of applause as Mary Belle stepped forward and started to sing.

I'd heard that song before on the radio.  I hadn't realised it had been her.  Or perhaps it was by somebody else and she was copying it.  

There were three steps at either end of the stage and she stepped down one onto the dance area and walked along the front tables greeting the diners with a wave of her hand or a smile whilst continuing her song.

She stopped when she reached Howie and for a second stumbled over a line.  Then she saw me and her face seemed to light up.  She moved close enough for me to feel the heat from her body and, finishing the verse leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  I could feel two pairs of eyes boring into me.  She ran her fingers through my hair as she straightened.  There was applause from all sides.  She seemed to hurry back to the stage and rush to the end of her song.

She bowed to acknowledge the applause then raised her hand for silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen."  She said, her voice was slightly deeper then I remembered, sexier in some way.  "This is going to be a wonderful night."

She was looking straight at me.

She turned her back and said something to the piano player.  Her ass was bigger than I remembered.  When I'd last seen it she'd been bouncing up and down on Howie's prick after singing in the hotel where we had gone for drinks on his stag night.  Her dress was white, the cut at the back showing nearly all of her backbone.  The material contrasting yet enhancing the light chocolate colour of her skin.

She turned back to the audience and went into a song I remembered accompanying her on in that night club in Jamaica.  People were clapping along so I joined in.  Three more songs followed before she finished and took her final bow.

Most of the room was standing to applaud her as she left so I stood and joined them.  She was very good.

"She's good."  I told Louise as I sat down.

"Yes."  Louise didn't seem sure.  "She was I suppose."

"I'm seeing her manager later."  Howie said.  "I'm going to try to get her for a season in our hotels."

The band was playing some danceable music.

"Let's dance."  Louise said standing up and taking me by the hand.

I followed her into the crush on the dance floor and held her close as we swayed to the music.  She pressed her pubic mound against my prick and balls.  I could feel myself becoming hard.  She kissed my ear.

"I enjoyed last night."  She spoke softly but I could hear every word.

"Hmm."  I made a noise I hoped she recognise as agreement in return. 

"I'm sorry about this morning."  She continued.  "If only Daddy hadn't rung then.  Did it upset you too much?"

I placed my mouth against her good ear and said.  "No."

"I know now that you want me."  She moved her pubic mound along my hardening prick.

I could hardly say I didn't want her.  Not when she could feel it hard like that.

I briefly saw Howie and Heather. He was resting his chin on top of her head.  I couldn't see her face.

"You can have me tonight."  

My prick jerked.  It hurt.  I was sure Heather had worn it out.

I couldn't say no but I didn't want to say yes.  But if I didn't then I was certain Heather would be wanting more when we got back to our rooms.  Perhaps if Howie had her.  No, I didn't want that.  Anyway I imagine he would be going after Mary Belle later.

"I said, you could have me tonight."

"Let's sit down."  I suggested.

She looked disappointed but led the way back to our table.  We sat down and I held her hand beneath the tablecloth.  She smiled contentedly.  I wished my prick would go down.

"Aren't you going to dance with me, Paul."  Heather asked from beside me.

Howie was standing on the far side of the table talking to a man in a dark suit. 

"Excuse me."  I said to Louise and followed Heather onto the dance floor.

Her pubic mound clamped tight against my still semi-hard prick.  I let my hand run down her back until I could feel her suspender belt.  I thought it would be nice to see Louise in a suspender belt.

"What's this."  She rubbed herself against my prick.  "Pleased to see me?  Or is it from Louise?"

"It's all yours."

"I should hope so."

"Who's Howie talking to?"

"A man from the company which manages Louise.  He phoned them earlier.  He says he's sorry she was so good tonight.  It means she'll cost more."

"It's like she's a piece of meat to be sold to the highest bidder."

"They used to do that to them."

"A long time ago."

"What shall we do tonight?  When we get back?"

"It's a bit sore."

"It feels fine."

"It doesn't understand."

"I'll take it in hand and give it a good talking to.  Don't worry.  I'll be gentle."

She looked up into my face.

"I could always get Howie to take me home.  He'd like to do that."

"I'm sure he would."

"Then you would be free to stay with Louise."

"I don't want Louise."

"Come off it.  The way that you look at each other and touch each other under the table."

"Oh."

"Are you sure you didn't sleep with her last night."

"Well."  Now what would be the right way to put this?

"Well?"

"I did sleep with her.  But I didn't do it."

"No?"

"We fooled around a bit."

"Is this a ladies excuse me?"

There was a hand on my shoulder and I turned my head to look into Louise's eyes.

I wished Jenny were here to protect me.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I turned onto my side and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.  It was three o'clock in the morning.

The bedsprings started to squeak again in the spare bedroom.   That must be the forth time he'd had her.

I reached for a tissue from the box beside the alarm clock and blew my nose noisily.   I hoped they'd hear.  Although at least while he was fucking her there wasn't the never-ending low mumble of conversation punctured by the occasional burst of giggling.

I turned onto my back and waited.  Here it was.  The sighs and groans of Shirley coming.  I think I must have heard them more tonight than in all the time we shared a flat during our first year in university.   He must be good.  It sounded like she was coming again.  I couldn't really get upset.  She hadn't had in for a while and I did push them together.

I opened my legs and pulled up my nightie until it was above my waist.  If everybody else was coming I didn't see why I shouldn't.

I massaged the lips of my fanny for a few seconds then let my middle finger slid in between them.  How was I going to get a message to Ron to tell him not to come?  Perhaps he would have had a change of mind himself and stand me up?  It would be awkward if Matt were here when he arrived.  That would take some explaining.  At least we wouldn't be able to do anything.

I pulled my finger out and felt for my clit.  That felt nice.  I rubbed to one side of it then to the other.  I could feel it grow.  I touched it.  I sighed out loud.  That was nice.

I wonder what he would be like.  Not that I was going to let him have it.  No.

I rubbed faster.  Picturing his face above me.

What would it be like to feel him inside me?  Thrusting hard and fast.  Holding me tight.  Feeling his prick getting bigger and bigger.  Filling me.  And then his come.  Shooting inside me.  Bringing me off as my finger was now.

I pulled down my nightie and breathed in deeply.  I'd enjoyed that.  Short and sharp and to the point.  They didn't have to last for hours.

It was quiet in the spare room.  No voices.  No giggling.

I hope Paul isn't worrying too much about his grandfather's disappearance.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18p



 (Copyright 2003)

(All characters are fictitious. No similarity with anybody is intended).

Paul.

I allowed Heather to leave my arms and accepted Mary Belle in her place. She felt nice.

She's changed out of her stage dress and was wearing a thin cream coloured dress that ended mid thigh.

"I'm not supposed to do this." She said, pressing her pubic mound against my still hard prick.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me.

"What?" I coughed.

"Dance with the customers."

She rubbed herself against me. It was never going to go down like this.

"Oh."

She felt nice. Her body felt firmer than both Louise and Heather's. She was warm. But then I suppose she had a right to be having just sung her heart out for thirty minutes.

"Are you on again tonight?" I asked.

"No." She rested her head against my chest. "Only once tonight. You can come back to my place."

"Hmm. Hmm." I stumbled for an answer.

"I want to talk to you." She moved her head and looked up at me. "Don't worry. Maurice will be there later. He's playing piano. My husband."

"Wow." I couldn't help myself.

"Did you think I wanted you for something else?" She rubbed herself against me again. "Did you ever marry that girl."

"Jenny? Yes. She's in England."

"Oh. Are you with Howie's sister then?"

"Not really."

"The other one?"

"Both. I suppose."

"You could give Howie lessons. No. On second thoughts you couldn't."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Come with me."

"What about Maurice?"

He looked quite big. He was a bit older than Mary Belle was I could tell that from where I stood. But he was big. Certainly a lot bigger than I was.

"I've recorded an LP." She said ignoring my question. "Two in fact. We are just putting the finishing touches to the second. It will be released in April."

"Yes." At least talking like this my prick was going down.

"If it does as well as we hope I get to do the third album in England next summer."

She moved against my prick again causing it to stiffen. She smiled in satisfaction.

"Yes. Hmm."

Through a gap in the dancers I could see Howie still standing up talking to the man in the dark suit.

Mary -Belle took my hand at the end of the tune and we joined the dancers leaving the floor.

"Mitch." She said leading me up to the man in the dark suit. "This is the piano player I was telling you about."

"Pleased to meet you." Mitch said holding out his hand and looking me up and down.

He was probably eyeing me as a potential client.

"Let's go to my place and discuss everything." Mary-Belle suggested.

"Sure thing." Howie agreed. "Coming girls."

They did not seem overly keen. Either one of them. But they rose together collecting their things from the tabletop.

Why did we have to go to Mary-Belles and discuss things anyway? What things?

I walked between Louise and Heather to a large black car that stood in one of the reserved bays opposite the entrance to the hotel. Howie and Mitch climbed into the front leaving the four of us to fit ourselves into the back. I ended up with Louise on one side of me and Mary-Belle the other with Heather looking decidedly unhappy beyond her.

I kept my legs tightly closed with my hands on my knees too frightened to move in case somebody assumed I wanted to have sex with them.

"It won't be long. We have a place by the coast." Mary-Belle said reaching up and pressing a button in a small panel in the roof that caused a small section of it to slide open. I could see the stars.

Mary-Belle's breast rubbed hard against my arm as she settled back in the seat.

The air was suddenly fresher.

"Stand up." Mary-Belle suddenly said, brushing her breast against my arm again as she climbed to her feet and stood with her head and shoulders out of the car roof. "It's great."

I climbed to my feet helping Louise to hers and the three of us stood pressed closely together as the wind rushed through our hair.

Mary-Belle was right. It was great. I thought of Heather on her own below and was about to let her take my place when I felt a hand on one of my ass cheeks. I looked around, counting the hands on view. It had to be Heather. Her fingers were pushing the material of my trousers between my ass cheeks up against my anus. I opened my legs as her fingers moved between them and onto my balls. I felt the outside of my thighs pushing against the thighs of Louise and Mary-Belle and felt both of them respond.

"Here we are." Mary-Belle suddenly said pointing to a house on the landward side of the road.

I could see the breakers crashing onto some rocks out to sea but all I could see on that side of the road was a seemingly endless stretch of beach. We turned right and climbed up a short drive and pulled to a halt beside a split-level home. Heather released my balls as first Louise slid then Mary-Belle slithered down my body and back inside the car. I hadn't realised that women had so many places they could touch you with at the same time.

The doors were open and Louise had climbed out by the time I was back inside.

"Enjoy the ride?" Heather asked, a smile on her lips.

"Fine." I replied, clearing my throat.

I followed her ass out of the car and gave it a squeeze as Mary-Belle unlocked the door and turned off the alarms.

Louise dropped back and linked her arm with mine as we followed Mary-Belle into the house. He turned on lights in an entrance hall and then in a main living room. There were French windows running the length of one wall leading to a swimming pool. She operated some switches in a wall panel and lights came on in the pool and above it. She opened a double door and stepped outside. You could smell the sea and hear the breakers. Now and again a vehicle would pass on the road below.

"Get some drinks Mitch." She said leading the way back into the house with us all dutifully following. 

There was a baby grand piano sitting in one corner of the room and a drinks bar in the opposite. On the walls behind the piano were press cuttings in frames and what looked like a silver LP stuck to a board. One picture frame contained what looked to be a hit parade listing. I looked for Mary's name.

"Our highest position on the national charts." Mary-Belle was standing very close to me. "It got to number nine. We got a silver disc for it."

Mitch pressed a tumbler containing a light brown liquid poured over half a dozen ice cubes into my hand. I took a sip. Bourbon.

"Play me something Paul." Mary-Belle said moving to the piano.

"What do you want to hear?" 

"Surprise me."

I hate it when people say that. I had been learning the Paul Simon song Bridge over Troubled Water so I started to play that. 

"Stop." Mary-Belle ordered. "Play it again."

I played the intro then into the first verse. Mary-Belle suddenly broke into song. She did have a good voice. Crystal clear. I made a fair stab at the piano solo in the middle while Mary-Belle sipped from my whisky glass and tried to build to a crescendo when it was due.

I gave an extra little flourish at the end.

There was some clapping. Some well dones and a top up of my glass.

"See what I mean?" Mary-Belle said to Mitch.

I picked out some notes at random.

"How long did it take you to learn to play like that?" Heather asked, sliding one ass cheek onto the piano stool before Louise could reach it.

"I had lessons for ten years." I replied picking out the notes of Yesterday.

Immediately Mary-Belle was singing again. When we had finished I started on Swan Lake. No words to that. Mary-Belle pouted.

"My great uncle was a concert pianist." I said to the room in general. "Before the First World War. Lost a hand."

The Bourbon had left a warm glow in my stomach. I felt good. I started to play one of the tunes Mary-Belle had sung earlier in the evening. She started singing again. I was getting into the mood. We must have played and sung for an hour.

"You've convinced me." Leading Louise back to her seat after dancing with her.

"What about?" I asked.

Somebody was slurring their words. It was me.

Too much whisky. Howie was sitting on the large settee with an arm around Heather.

"Don't forget our deal?" He said.

He was feeling one of Heather's tits. She was letting him.

I stood up, supporting myself on the edge of the piano. It was very hot in here. I needed some air.

"I need some air." I told the room and walked outside to stand beside the pool. 

That was better. The night air was cool and crisp. The sound of breakers had died away. There wasn't any sound to be heard. Somebody had put a record on. I recognised Mary-Belle after the second word. She was very good. I'd have to buy a copy.

I heard a foot-step behind me and turned my head. Louise was standing there. She looked a little glum so I placed my arm around her shoulder. She lifted her arm and my hand slid onto her back.

"Mitch had to go." She said, leaning her head against mine.

Maybe that was why she looked upset?

"Sad." I replied.

"What is?"

"Mitch having to go."

"Why? Did you like him?"

"I don't know."

I had agreed to do something the following summer. It can't be important.

"You play very well."

"Hmm." I nuzzled her hair with my nose in agreement.

She smelt very nice. 

"Howie's mixing some cocktails."

Oh. I'd drunk some of his cocktails before.

"That would be nice." I managed to say.

My prick was getting hard. I pushed my hand down the front of her dress and felt one of her breasts. She stiffened for a moment then relaxed so I felt the other one. Her nipples were very hard. I pulled the breast free of her dress and looked at it. It was a very nice nipple. It looked as if it needed a good suck. I lowered my head and closed my lips around it and sucked gently.

"No." She said, pushing my head away. "Not here. They'll see."

I lifted my head and looked down at her nipple. It was wet. I kept my hand on her breast and gave it a squeeze.

My prick was very hard. I placed one of her hands upon it. I heard her gasp then her fingers moved along its length.

That felt nice.

"Let's go over here." Louise said, removing her hand from my prick and my hand from her breast.

On either side of the pool there were some sun-loungers and she led me to the one furthest from the house. She lay down oh her back on it and held up her arms to me. Taking a quick look around to see if anyone was watching I squeezed onto the lounger beside her. She pulled my head down to her own and we kissed. Mouths closed at first then open. Our tongues fenced and pushed against each other. Then her lips closed around my tongue and she sucked it. I fumbled for her breasts pulling them free from the top of her dress then taking my mouth from hers slid down the lounger until I could suck on them.

She arched her back as I took the first one into my mouth so I took the opportunity to unzip her dress. That was better. I could really get to them now. I heard her moan. I sucked again then flicked the nipple with the tip of my tongue.

"Paul what are you doing?"

Louise sat up stuffing her breasts back into her dress and I fell onto the floor.

"I brought you these." Heather was standing at the foot of the lounger in her bra and knickers with a tumbler full of deep red liquid in either hand.

I stood up, swayed a little and took them from her.

"We are playing strip poker and smoking." She continued her eyes wide open and a smile on her face. "I've never played poker before. Howie says I'm a natural."

"Are you winning?" I asked.

"I don't know." She replied after a few seconds thought. "Come on in and join the fun."

"In a minute." 

I handed down a drink to Louise and sipped at the other. Wow. That certainly took your breath away.

Louise spluttered below me.

"Don't be long." She waved and skipped back towards the house.

I took another sip of my drink and looked down at Louise. She had just taken a sip of her own drink and when she saw me looking down at her placed it on the ground and lay back. She was smiling.

"Don't be long, Heather said." She said bending her knees and lifting her ass from the lounger.

I sat on the foot of the lounger and help her take off her knickers. I looked down at the slit between her legs then reached out my hand and pushed a finger inside her. I pulled it out then pushed it back inside. It fitted so well.

"Hmm." She moaned. "That's nice."

I pushed a second finger inside her. She was becoming very wet. I opened her lips with the fingers of my other hand. It was very pink inside there. I could see her clit. Like a little pea. It looked lonely so I rubbed it with my thumb.

You'd have thought she had just been shot the way she jumped but she settled back down again so I continued to rub it. 

She was moaning and groaning about something. Her thighs were twitching and she kept on lifting her ass from the lounger. I could smell her. My cock was getting hard again.

She seemed disappointed when I stopped rubbing and stood up. Her eyes lit up when I dropped my underpants and trousers and climbed between her thighs.

I guided my prick against her slit and pushed. There was the same resistance as before. I pushed again.

"I can't get it in." I panted.

"Please." She panted back. "Again. Please."

I pushed. Hard. She was opening. I pulled back and pushed again. Ah. 

She cried out as I entered her. Her fingernails dug into my back. Her thighs gripped my hips. 

I started pumping in and out.

I could feel her tightening around my prick. I pumped faster. She was coming. I could feel it and hear it. I could also hear a car pulling up. I kept moving in and out. This was good. I could hear somebody shouting inside the house. I was nearly there. Just a few more seconds.

"Paul." I heard Heather calling. "Come on."

I looked up. She was running towards me pulling her dress on. Just two more strokes. Louise was moving beneath me. Don't move.

"Paul." Heather called again.

I pulled out and rolled onto the floor pulling up my underpants and trousers and stuffing my wet and throbbing prick inside them.

"What the..." I started.

"Maurice is here." She said, looking at Louise as she stood up and pulled the hem of her dress down. "We have to go."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18q



The Paul and Jenny stories.  Part 18q.

(All characters are fictitious.  No similarity with anybody is intended).

Part 17.

Jenny.

Damn that alarm.  I can't have had more than four hours sleep.  At least there wasn't any sounds coming from Shirley's room.  They must be exhausted after last night.

I needed the toilet.

A shower would be nice as well.  It might wake me up.

Should I make sure they are awake before I go in?  I suppose I'd better.  

"Hello."  I called through the door, "are you awake?"

"Hmm."

Shirley grunted some kind of reply.  

I sat down. That was better.  And again.  I must remember to get some toilet paper today.  Oh.  When?  If Ron came then I won't get a chance.  I had to get a message through to him not to come.  That could be harder then it sounds.  I knew where in Bristol he is today but I had to go to college.  

I hate it when it is a bit messy.  I didn't see Paul's fascination with that part of my body.  Although it is nice to have it touched and licked.  Once he gets it inside it isn't that bad either.

I turned the shower on and waited for the cold water to clear the pipes.  That felt good. 

It is strange that now, when I'm washing it I don't feel much but then there are times when I'm making myself come that if I touch it it can feel as sensitive as my clitoris.

I'd best get on.  I put fresh towels out.  I had a feeling they would need them.  They would have to make do with toast and tea for breakfast.  I wasn't going to stand there cooking him a fry-up.  That was Shirley's job.

Hmm.  If I rang Ron's house and his wife answers what can I say?  'Tell Ron not to come tonight, I've changed my mind about letting him have me.'

It might be best just go shopping so I'm not here when he arrives.  The cowards way out.  That would be what Paul would do.  Duck the question.  Take the easy way.  Or was it the most sensible way?

It would greatly complicate all of our lives if I do go through with it.  

I looked out through the door to check that the coast was clear.  It sounded like he was having her again!

I wished Paul were here to have me.

Who would be ringing at this time?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

Oh.  My head hurt.  It always does after whisky.

What happened?

Oh fuck.

I'd fucked Louise.  But I hadn't come.  Does that count as a fuck?  She came.  So she would class it as one.

Maurice wasn't happy.  Well I wouldn't be if I came home and found Jenny with Howie's cock inside her as he did Mary-Belle.  I still wasn't clear if Howie had already fucked Heather as well or not or if she had been waiting for her turn.

Louise was very clingy in the car.  Heather wasn't very happy about that.  Howie's hands were all over Mary-Belle.  I'm not sure she should have been driving.  She looked high to me.

I remember Louise was a little upset when I wouldn't spend the night with her and Heather stormed off when I didn't want her to stay either.

I'd make it up to them but the only things they would both want would be another fuck.

I needed the bathroom.

I stood up.  What time was it?  Ten o'clock.  There was a good hour and a half before we had to leave for the airport.  

Something gurgled inside me.  I did need the toilet.  Badly.

That was better.  Now the shower.  Only lukewarm.  Wake me up.  That felt good.  I could fall asleep in here.

I stepped from the shower and dried myself with a towel from the rail.  That was a bit better.  Could I trust my hand with a razor?  It would have to be done.  My fingers weren't shaking that much.  A good clean of the teeth to freshen up my mouth.  I was starting to feel human again.

I started packing, leaving the clothes I was going to wear to one side.  I dressed then I took the small briefcase from my suitcase and pondered over its contents for a few seconds.  Just routine documents he had said.  And yet we had an official diplomat's stamp in our passports.

Never mind.  We could deliver it tomorrow.  I was more concerned about my grandfather.  I did tell Louise and she said she would get their local correspondent, Bill, to see what he could find out.

We probably wouldn't get a reply until we got there.  

Should I ring Jenny?  She would be starting her afternoon lessons now.  If I left it until we were at the airport she should be home by then.  I could always ring my mother I suppose.  She might have heard something.

Somebody was at the door.  

"Who is it?"  I asked walking towards it.  

"Room service."  Came the disembodied reply.

I opened the door and the boy in a smart white jacket wheeled in a trolley with breakfast laid out upon it.  Heather followed carrying a large plastic bag.

"Good morning."  She said cheerily kissing me on the cheek.  "Your laundry."

I gave the boy a dollar bill then sat on the end of the bed with the breakfast trolley before me.

"Thank you."  I said pouring a cup of coffee.

There were two cups so I poured one for Heather.  She squeezed onto the bed next to me and picked up a slice of toast.

"So what happened when Maurice came in?"  I asked, biting into my own slice of toast.

"Well." She started, pausing to take a sip of coffee.  "We were playing cards."

"I know."

"Yes.  You and Louise?"

"Yes?"

"Did you?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that.  A gentleman never tells tales out of bed.

"Hmm."

I put my arm around her waist.

"Oh."  She said.

She was silent for a few seconds.

"We played poker and Mary-Belle had some cigarettes. I smoked one.  Will I become an addict?"

"I don't think so."  I replied, then took a sip of coffee.  "I didn't."

"Oh.  I didn't know you'd tried it."

"Howie got some on a trip we took with him once."

"Where to?"

"It was on a cruise of the Caribbean we went on."

"Sounds fun."

"Parts of it were."

She placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.  I could feel my prick starting to grow.

"What was she like?"

Her hand was moving towards my prick.  It was growing.

"Who?" I coughed as her fingertips came to rest upon it.

"Louise?"  Her fingers ran along the length of my prick.  "Who else did you have last night?  Mary-Belle?"

"I've never had Mary-Belle."

"You could."

She pushed the trolley away with her foot and dropped to her knees before me.  I just sat there, coffee in one hand and toast in the other as her fingers opened the front of my trousers.  I lifted my ass cheeks from the bed as she pulled them down to the floor.  I lifted again as my underpants followed.

"She talked about you a lot."  

Her lips closed around the head of my prick and her head bobbed up and down a couple of times.  I reach out over her and placed my cup and toast on the trolley top.

"That Howie won't take no for an answer."  She continued, lifting her head for a second.

"In what way?"  I asked, running my fingers through her hair.

"Mary-Belle kept saying no."  

I gasped out-loud as she sucked hard on the very tip of my prick.

"Oh you like that?"  She asked and repeated it.

"Yes." I gasped.

She took my prick out of her mouth again, studied it for a couple of seconds from two inches range then stood up.

She was wearing her trousers and a blouse.  I unbuttoned the blouse felt her breasts through her bra then attacked her trousers.  They fell to the floor and I held them while she stepped prettily from them.

"Don't crease them."  She said as I picked them up and was about to throw them onto the spare bed.

I reached across and laid them flat.  She dropped her blouse and bra on top.  I slid my hands inside her panties, squeezed her ass cheeks then pulled them off.  I could smell woman.  Aroused woman.  About three inches from my nose.  I moved my head and kissed her above her pubic mound, just below her navel.

"Hmm.  That's nice."  She sighed.

I kissed her pubic hairs, reaching behind her for her ass cheeks and pulling her closer to me.  She opened her legs and swivelled her hips giving me access to her slit.  Her inner lips were already starting to show so I sucked on each in turn.

She made a sound and held onto the back of my head as if frightened I would pull away her.  She tasted fresh from the shower.  I flicked between her lips with my tongue searching for her clit.  A sudden sigh told me I'd found it.  She pushed herself against my face as I sucked and licked her.

"Oh."  She gasped.  "Fuck me."

I released her ass cheeks and stood up as she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back her knees bent and her thighs wide open. I almost tore my shirt off as I kicked away my underpants and trousers as I climbed onto the bed.  Her fingers guided my prick as I moved over her body.  I felt her momentary resistance and then I was inside.  I thrust in deep and held myself still whilst she adjusted her arms and legs about me then began to pump in and out.  She kissed my neck as I stared straight ahead at the bed-board savouring the feelings coming from my cock.  I quickened.  I could feel her tightening around me.  

She swore as she came.  I quickened my strokes.  Our pubic mounds were banging together.  She was coming again.  My own balls were tightening.  

"Come on."  She urged.  "Fuck me."

I thought I was.  I rammed it in.  Hard.  She cried out.  And again and again.  Harder, faster.  

"Yes."  She cried.

With a gasp I collapsed on top of her as my balls emptied into her.

"Move please."  She said in a voice hardly above a whisper.

I lifted myself up and looked down upon her face.  It was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her brow.

"Ok?"  I asked.

She smiled.

"Hmm."

"I'd best finish packing."  She continued.

I didn't want to move.  It was nice inside her but I pulled my prick from her hole and stood up helping her to stand.

"That was very nice."  She said, standing on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek and lips.  "Thank you."

"It was a pleasure."  I assured her.

"Yes.  I'm sure it was."

I pulled her close and kissed her.  

"I must get packed."  She said as my hands cupped her ass cheeks.

"Ok."  I said, standing back and releasing her.

I watched her dress, occasionally feeling her breasts and kissing her.  Then she was gone.  My prick was still hard.  I stroked it.  That felt good.  It was sticky.  I lifted my fingers to my nose.  They smelled of her.  That earthy, slightly fishy smell.

I closed my fingers around my prick and stroked it again.  I should make myself more comfortable.

As I made to lie down there was a gentle knock at the door.

Could she have come back?

I hurried over and called through it.

"Yes.  Who is it?"

"It's me, Louise.  Open the door."

I went to the bed and picked up my towel.  Wrapping it about my waist I turned the door handle.  

"I've just received a message from Bill.  There is news of your grandfather and Roddrego."

She was carrying a copy of the morning's paper.  In a corner of the front page there was a youthful picture of Roddrego.  'Son of former President in bid to capture his father's title' the headline read.

I looked at Louise.  Her eyes were on the front of my towel.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18r



Rubies are Red. 

Part 18.

The newspaper read that Roddrego was leading his forces from his base in the mountains in the south of the country. That was where the Ruby mine was. It went on to state that his business partner, Roland Wagstaffe, had been arrested.

At least I would be able to find my grandfather if the police was holding him.

There was still fighting going on in the south of the country but so far there was no sign of trouble in the capitol where we would be going. There had been a number of arrests during the last few days apparently. The government was confident that the uprising would soon be put down and order restored throughout the land. They were blaming the Marxists. Roddrego was as Conservative as you get so they would make strange bedfellows. What on earth was he thinking about anyway? He was in his seventies. This was no time to lead a rebellion. Though, come to think of it, it would probably be the last chance he would ever have. And why did my grandfather have to go down there anyway? It didn't make sense.

A lot didn't make sense. I wished Jenny were with me. She would be able to sort all this out into some sort of sense. She was good at that. She was good at a lot of things in fact.

A movement by my side drew my thoughts back to the present. Louise was standing a little closer then she really needed to. I could feel the warmth from her body and smell her perfume. I could feel my prick growing beneath my towel. I looked down, hoping it couldn't be seen but the tell-tell bulge was starting to form. I looked at Louise. She lifted her eyes to mine. She was smiling.

I supposed that as I had fucked her in the early hours of that morning I should act a little warmer towards her.

"Good morning." I said, placing my hand on the small of her back and kissing her on the cheek.

Her own arm reached for me and she moved even closer. Her pubic bone pressed hard against my prick and she kissed me full upon the lips. I couldn't help myself responding.

My hands felt for her ass cheeks and my tongue pushed between her lips. Her own tongue pushed back then relaxed. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest through her blouse and bra.

"You do want me?" She asked breathlessly, breaking our kiss.

"Oh yes." I confirmed.

Even if I wanted to deny it my prick would make a liar out of me.

She took a pace backwards and began to unbutton her blouse. I let my towel fall to the floor and gave her full view of my prick as she lay it on the spare bed. Her bra followed and she stood facing me for a few seconds with her arms by her side as I looked at her breasts. They were not as full as Heather's but were bigger than Jenny's. Her nipples were pointed with light brown surrounds. I reached out with both my hands and felt them. She closed her eyes and placed her hands over my own.

They felt nice. I lifted them apart and pushed them back together felling the nipples pressing hard into the palms of my hand. Louise closed her eyes and lifted her face to the ceiling.

I moved my hands from her breasts and slowly drew them down the sides of her ribcage and onto her trouser covered hips. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth then unfastened the zip in the front of her trousers. I next undid the fastener then dropped to one knee to pull her trousers down and off. Her knickers were white to match her bra. They looked springy in the front. I stayed on my knees and pulled them down. Her blond pubic mound sprang from cover as I did so. I could smell her. She lifted one foot then the other and I placed the panties on the bed beside me.

She smelled great.

I pulled her towards me and felt between her thighs for her slit with my tongue. She steadied herself by placing her hands on my head and opened her legs. That was better. Could feel her moistness growing as I licked between her lips.

She gave a sigh. Then a whimper.

"Oh yes." She moaned. "Oh Paul."

"YES." 

She almost screamed as I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue.

"Please. Please."

She was almost begging.

Her reaction was certainly effecting me.  My prick was throbbing almost hurting. 

I pushed her back onto the bed and looked at her open slit for a second before moving over her. My prick was at her opening without my help and I pushed. She gasped and arched her back as I entered her. I pulled back as she wrapped her arms around my back and gripped my hips with the insides of her thighs. I pushed in again, feeling her open fully to accept me. Out then in. Again. Faster. Faster still.

She was coming. I felt her tense about my prick then relax with a sigh. I kept moving, looking down into her eyes. She was very wet. My prick slipped out and she gave a moan of disappointment. I reached down between us and guided it back inside. I could hardly feel the sides of her fanny, as she was so wet. But I was feeling something. My prick was getting larger. The end was becoming sensitive. My balls were tightening. 

She was coming again. Tightening around my prick. I was there.

I shot time after time inside her, my prick jerking. I worked it in and out of her to finish. Then I stopped moving. It was hot in the room and I was sweating. A drop fell onto her face. She blinked.

"Sorry." I apologised, pulling my prick from her hole and sitting back on my heels to look down at her.

Her slit looked angry. Her lips were full. I could just see inside. She was redder than Jenny was in there. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and looked further in. My come was forming a little pool near the bottom of her hole.

"What's wrong?" She asked, a note of concern in her voice.

"Nothing." I assured her. "It looks great."

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

I'd really done it now. The previous time I could convince myself didn't really count, as I didn't come but not now. What had I done? This could turn out to be a thousand times worse than fucking Heather. I didn't necessarily have to see her again when we got back. I didn't go to London that often anyway. With Louise it was a lot different.

"What's the matter?" She asked. "Didn't you like it?"

"Of course I did." I hastened to assure her. "It's just..."

"You are worried about Jenny." 

Her legs were still wide open. Some of my come was running out of her fanny and dribbling down towards her anus.

"Yes I am." I confirmed.

"And what about Heather?"

My come had just reached her anus. Some of it was stuck to the little hairs between her two holes.

"Oh she's different."

"Oh."

She put a lot into that 'Oh.'

Her anus needed touching. I reached out with a finger and rubbed my come into her tight folds of skin. She flinched at my touch then lifted her hips from the bed. With my other hand I stroked my prick. Not that it needed much encouragement.

Her eyes moved to my hand.

"Again?" She asked.

Yes I did want her again.

"Please." I smiled. "Would you kneel down for me?"

I was still rubbing her anus and she raised one thin eyebrow.

"I won't put it up there." I said. "Don't worry."

"You can if you really want."

"Not now. We haven't got long."

She smiled then moved, first onto her side then onto her knees. As she settled into position her ass cheeks opened giving me full view of her come covered anus and her fanny. I moved in close behind her and presented the tip of my prick to the lips of her hole. One thrust and I was in. I pulled almost out and looked down at my prick, glistening in its coating of her love juice and my come. I thrust inside again feeling my balls hit something and my pubic mound rest against the crack of her ass.

She moved her hips, tightening and relaxing her fanny lips around my prick. I waited for her to settle then started moving in and out.

"Slowly." She said softly.

I tried but within half a dozen strokes I was moving faster. I held her steady by the hips and watched my prick moving in and out of her. I could smell her. I could see her.

She was moaning then groaning.

This was good. Faster.

She was breathing deeply, but then so was I. 

"Oh Paul." She cried as she came.

I was on the short sharp strokes. The bed was protesting. I was there.

I rammed it in as hard and as far as I could extracting a grunt from Louise then remained still as I pumped into her. I worked it slowly in and out to ensure she'd taken the lot then pulled out of her and stood up. She stretched like a cat would first her shoulders then her back and finally her ass and hips.

I helped her to stand and held her tight. It was different fucking Louise to fucking Heather. Heather was fun and I liked her but I cared for Louise. I didn't want her to get hurt. Not by me. 

"We had best get dressed." She breathed into my ear.

"Louise?"

"Yes." She rang her fingers through my hair. "What is it?"

"Hmm. I should have asked first."

"What?"

"Are you?"

Why was it so difficult?

"Hmm." I continued. "Are you on the pill?"

"Yes. You should have asked first. No. I use a coil."

"Oh."

I had a vague idea what that was.

"Don't worry. You won't get me pregnant."

"What would you do if you did?" She continued.

'Fuck knows' was the answer that sprang to mind.

"Ah." Was the best thing I could think of to say in reply.

"I know what I want. My plans have been put back two years or more. Without you they would be put back even further. I was trapped in my mind for so long after what Rogers did to me."

Her fingertips traced the outline of one of the scars on her breast where Rogers' knife had left its mark.

"I had so much to thank you for. You made me feel like a woman again in Jamaica. And this." She nodded to the bed. "This was perfect."

There were tears in her eyes so I pulled her close and held her tight. Her shoulders shook.

"I've never really felt able to speak about it. What he did to me."

She rested her head on my shoulder and spoke softly.

"He raped me."

"You don't have to."

"But I do. He raped me. Twice. Brutally. He was going to give me to his sons to use when they came back. In some ways that was worse. Knowing that they were going to use me when they wanted to. That I was just a piece of meat to them."

She breathed deeply.

"Strange. The knife. It hurt at first but then I couldn't feel it. I don't know if I passed out. Then there was the fight and the fire. It was so hot. I was screaming. Then there was your face. It was all I could see for a long time in my dreams. The only good part of my dreams that is."

She stood back and placed her hands on my shoulders.

"I wish I was Jenny."

"I don't think you would. I haven't been very faithful to her."

"No you haven't. But I won't tell her. What about Heather?"

Yes. What about Heather? What about Jenny?

What about that little briefcase in my bag? Not for the first time I wondered what was inside it.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18s



Rubies are Red. Part 19.

Paul 

Louise and I finished dressing then I held her in my arms and kissed her. She opened her mouth and kissed me back rubbing herself against my prick and balls. I pulled back slightly.

"What?" She mouthed the question.

"Sore."

She smiled.

"It needs time to recover." I continued.

And it did too. I must be averaging five fucks or blowjobs a day. It just wasn't up to it.

"What do you think about what Roddrego is doing?" She asked.

"It is strange that he should be supporting a Marxist rebellion. His politics are about as far to the right of anybody I have ever known." I replied.

"Yes. It does appear strange." She leaned her head against my shoulder. "And what about your father's part?"

"I don't know that he has a part." It was time to give this some serious thought. Everything had been done at the gallop so far. "He came down here to sort out some problem with a Ruby mine he is a partner with Roddrego in. I think it was also him trying to put his personal affairs in order. He isn't a well man. He's more or less lost the will to live since my grandmother died."

"Yes. You said that his Ruby wasn't making as much profit as it had in the past. That is strange as the price of Rubies is strong and there have been some particularly fine examples coming onto the market from South America in recent years."

"Yes." I nodded into her hair. "I remember now. He mentioned something about coming down here earlier in the year but Roddrego hadn't been well."

"Perhaps it was Roddrego trying to get him not to come."

"That might be it." I kissed her hair. "And if the mine had been making greater profits and Roddrego was salting them away to pay for this one last chance at being President. But even that doesn't ring true somehow. This government isn't bad as far as they go in that part of the world. Roddrego would never want to be the cause of all the death and destruction a full-scale rebellion would cause."

"Not to mention the rape."

Louise shuddered in my arms. I ran my fingers through her hair.

"No. He wouldn't want that."

No. I was sure he wouldn't. Not after the stories I'd heard about his own sister in the revolution that drove his father from power in nineteen twenty. Or again from what he would have experienced during the Spanish civil war.

There was something else that still nagged at me. They would have know what was about to happen in the Embassy in London and yet had wanted some routine papers delivered.

"What's the matter?" Louise asked, looking into my eyes.

I hate it when somebody, especially a woman does that.

"There is a briefcase."

"Yes?"

"We were asked to bring it across for a man in the Embassy when we went to get our visa's. They also stamped our passports with diplomats passes."

"Can I see it?"

"Alright."

I lifted my suitcase onto the bed and opened it. As I took out the briefcase there was a knock at the door. Louise went to it while I quickly covered the briefcase with some of my clothes. I don't know why I did it. I was starting to get edgy. This wasn't going to be as simple a trip as it was supposed to be.

Louise stood aside and allowed Heather and Howie to enter the room. Heather looked flushed. A little like she did after we had fucked.

"What are you doing?" Heather asked.

"Showing Louise the brief-case." I replied.

"Nice." Howie said, with a couldn't-care less expression on his face.

I explained to him what it was. He seemed a little more interested.

"I wonder what's in it?" Heather asked.

"Yes. I wonder." Louise joined in.

"Well we can't open it." I said. "If we do and they notice."

"So what. If it's only routine documents." Howie said, holding the briefcase in his big hands and examining the locks.

"Yes." Louise agreed with her brother. "If it is only routine documents then there would be no harm done."

Heather was looking at the rumpled bedclothes on the bed we'd made love on.

"I suppose we should vote." She looked hard at me then at Louise.

"Yes." Howie said. "All in favour of opening it?"

The two girls said yes in unison. Howie looked at me.

"You're going to be out voted. He said.

"Oh alright." I reluctantly agreed.

"Let me have it." Heather said opening her handbag and taking out a short length of thick wire.

She looked at the locks on the briefcase, bent her piece of wire and thirty seconds later the briefcase was open. 

We all looked at her.

"Mike Hudson taught me." She explained.

"The caretaker at the flats in London." I explained.

It didn't come as any surprise to me that he could do something like that but she must have been a very quick learner.

She lifted the lid of the briefcase and we all crowded around to look inside.

On top was a buff coloured folder. Heather took in out. Beneath it was four thick envelopes. They were sealed.

"In for a penny." Howie said, taking one of the envelopes and slitting it open with his finger before I could object.

He put his fingers into the slit of the envelope and removed a number of sheets of good quality looking paper. He handed a sheet to each of us. We all looked at them in silence.

"What are they?" Louise asked.

"Treasury bonds." I said. "Sometimes called bearer bonds."

"This says it is worth ten thousand dollars." Heather said in a hushed voice.

"So is this." Howie said taking the remaining bonds from the envelope and spreading them out. "All worth ten thousand each."

He started counting them. I held mine up to the light from the window. I didn't know what I was looking for but there was a watermark of the US Presidents seal of office.

"Fifty." Howie said. "Counting yours."

"If that is the same in each envelope then there is two million dollars here." Louise said picking up a handful of the bonds and letting them fall back onto the envelope. "Hardly enough to keep a government in power for more than a short period."

"But it could be enough to finance a revolution for long enough to win." I said.

"Or provide a nest egg for somebody if they were going to skip the country in a hurry." Howie joined in.

"What do we do with it?" Heather asked.

"Where were you to delivery it?" Louise asked.

Heather had memorised the name and address, which was more than I had done.

"Doesn't sound much like an official address." Howie suggested.

"Can we get more envelopes like this?" Louise asked. "And sheets of paper this size?"

"What's the plan?" Howie asked.

"They are expecting four envelopes. They will get four envelopes. With enough real bonds to know we have the rest. Or perhaps we should let them think that they have been double-crossed in London."

"We might need something to bargain with if we are going to get your Grandfather back. And Roddrego if it comes to that."

Oh. I could kiss her. Fuck her to if my prick didn't feel so sore.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I pulled to a halt on the short gravel drive in front of the garage. It was starting to rain again. I looked at my watch. It was nearly six. If Ron had come he should have left long ago. It was the coward's way out but it was for the best.

I collected my bags of shopping from the front passenger's seat with the fish and chips I'd bought from the shop by the pub and post office and hurried into the house. I closed the front door, switched on the lights then stood still for a few seconds dripping water over the hall carpet. It would soon dry. Especially as the central heating was on.

I placed my shopping on the floor, took off my coat and hung it up then carried my bags into the kitchen. I filled the kettle and busied myself putting away my purchases. I must remember to take the toilet rolls up stairs.

My fish and chips smelled nice through their newspaper wrappings so I took a plate from the cupboard, quickly buttered some bread and poured some boiling water from the kettle into the teapot.

There was a nice bottle of wine in the fridge that I was going to enjoy later. It was strange that the exams the following day and Friday did not hold the same terrors for me as any of the others I had sat before. I was feeling confident. I knew I was comfortable as a teacher. I was going to be all right. And Paul should be back on Sunday.

I wondered if he had arrived yet. It would be ten at night there. Or was it eleven. I hoped he would ring me but with the troubles in the other part of the country it might not be able to. I could ring his mother.

Not now. The fish and chips needed my attention. I poured myself a mug of tea and sat at the kitchen table, opening my meal. It smelled lovely. I needed some vinegar. For a moment I felt too relaxed to go and get it but you couldn't have fish and chips without it so I forced myself to stand and go to the cupboard.

That was better. I thought to myself after sprinkling some vinegar onto the contents of my plate. I was going to enjoy this. My legs started to itch. It was warm in the kitchen. Too warm for my thick multicoloured tights. I stood up and pulled them down taking my knickers part way with them. I wouldn't be needing knickers that evening. I wasn't going anywhere so I pulled them off as well.

That felt better. I sat down again and started to load some chips inside a slice of bread and butter.

Blast, who was at the door at this time I thought. Could Shirley have forgotten her key? She was supposed to be staying the night with him. I had been instructed to take her in a change of clothes went I went in the following morning.

I went into the hall and stood close to the front door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"It's me." Came the reply. "Ron."

I opened the door without thinking. I could just make out his car parked behind mine. It must be almost sticking out into the road.

He'd walked past me and stood in the hallway dripping water as I had done a short time before.

We stood in silence looking at each other.

"May I take my coat off?" He asked.

"Of course."

Why did I say that? I should tell him to leave straight away. Instead I accepted his coat and hung it on a hook.

"I dripped." He said apologetically.

"Don't worry." I smiled. "So did I."

I shouldn't let him stay. My skirt finished at mid thigh and I wasn't wearing any knickers.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked stepping towards him to led the way into the kitchen.

"No thank you." He replied placing a hand upon my hip.

Our eyes met. My knees felt weak. He pulled me close and placed his lips upon mine. His tongue was pressing against my lips. They were opening. 

"No." I said, shaking my head and pulling away.

"What's wrong, Jenny?" He asked, his voice low.

"We shouldn't do this."

"I know." 

His fingers brushed my hair. His eyes held mine.

"But you asked me to come." He continued.

"I know."

He moved closer, his hands on my hips.

"You know I want you." 

His voice was soft and low.

"I know."

His hands were moving. Onto my breasts. I should push them away.

I could feel that my nipples were responding.

"Please don't." I whispered.

"Don't worry." He urged. "I won't hurt you."

His fingers were pulling my blouse out from the waistband of my skirt. I shivered as they touched my bare skin.

I opened my mouth to protest again but before I could his lips were on mine again. As his tongue pushed inside my mouth my own leapt to meet it. Pushing and fencing and feeling.

I placed my hands upon his shoulder blades. He pushed against me. I could feel the hardness of his prick through his trousers. His hands were on my back beneath my blouse feeling for the clasp of my bra. He fumbled, hurting me for a second then my breasts were free.

"Don't." I said as we broke our kiss. "Please."

His hands were on the back of my skirt. A tug and the working of the zip and it fell to the floor.

"Oh Ron don't." I whispered, not wanting him to continue but dreading that he would stop.

His hands were on my backside. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he realised I wasn't wearing any knickers.

He was kneeling down, pulling me with him spreading my legs wide. I closed my eyes and felt his hands on the buttons of my blouse feeling the sudden chill as he eased my arms from it. My bra followed and I lay there naked. I could sense him looking down at me. Then I felt his fingers on my thighs moving towards their tops. One fingertip touched my slit, pushed hesitantly against it twice then slid inside me. I bent my knees opening myself to him. I could hear the rustle of his clothing. I didn't want to help him. I didn't want to see him.

He moved above me and I felt the tip of his prick against my hole. He pulled his finger from me and held my lips apart as he pushed it inside me. Automatically I lifted my hips to take him in. He pulled almost out then slammed back in. That hurt. He moved again. Faster. I felt him come inside me. It was over.

I opened my eyes and looked at him as he pulled out and stood up. He tucked his prick away and looked down at me.

"Please go Ron." I said.

I could feel tears welling inside me.

"Jenny."

He started to say something.

"Just go."

I turned onto my side away from him and curled up into as small a ball as I could.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Go." I snapped.

I heard him take his coat and the door open and close behind him. A blst of cold air from outside licked my anus. I listened to his car engine start and heard him drive away. 

Then I cried.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18t



Rubies are Red. Part 20.

Paul

It was past midnight before we finally managed to find a taxi to take us to our hotel. The airport was full of people. Some looked to be carrying all their worldly possessions with them.

The pilot had informed us just before landing that reports were coming through of renewed fighting south of the capitol. I wish he had told us before we had left. I would have left the others behind and made the trip alone. 

Louise's face still held the look of triumph that had spread over it when she had slipped into the middle seat between Heather and myself when we had boarded the plane. It had been a very quiet journey.

I looked around the plane. It was less than half full. There only seemed to be one air-stewardess. I'd hoped there was a full compliment on the flight deck.

At the hotel we booked into our rooms. Our four singles had been changed to two doubles as it were. The duty manager was very sorry but the hotel was full to bursting and we were too tired to argue. There was a message for Louise from Bill. They were to meet at ten the following morning.

We followed a young man who tried to struggle with all our bags at the same time. Howie and I relieved him of some of his load. From the looks on the faces of the people we passed in the corridor on the way you would have thought that they had been turned out for our benefit.

"Who's sharing with whom?" Heather asked as we stopped at the first door the young man opened. "Howie and Louise?"

"I don't think so." Louise replied.

She looked at me. Then everybody looked at everybody else.

"Howie and I will share." I said.

I was tired and yawned.

We ushered Louise and Heather into the first room and I had to give them each a kiss goodnight. The other room was two doors down on the other side of the corridor. It smelled as if somebody had been cooking inside it. I opened the French windows the led onto the small balcony to let in some fresh air. The street outside was still full of people. People in cars and lorries on horseback or leading pack animals. I could hear thunder. No, it wasn't thunder. My anus twitched.

"What is happening?" I asked the young man in Spanish.

He hesitated for a second as if he were trying to translate what I had said into something he could understand.

"There is great fighting. Senor Roddrego's army is sweeping down from the hills behind the government's forces. Many soldiers have given up."

Well I think that was what he said. His version of Spanish was different to that which I had learned during long summer holidays spent in my Grandparents villa just north of Malaga when I had been growing up.

"Many people are running away." He continued. "Where to? There is nowhere else to go."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door. 

"You are Mr Wagstaffe?" He turned and asked.

"Yes." I confirmed.

"The other Mr Wagstaffe? You knew him?"

"He's my grandfather."

I wasn't sure I liked the way he spoke of my grandfather in the past tense.

"Do you know where he is?" I continued.

"Si Senor. The ministry for security. I recognised the uniforms."

"I must go there tomorrow."

"Si Senor. I will take you."

"Gracis." I handed him a ten-dollar bill.

His eyes opened wide and his face lit up with a broad grin.

"We have your grandfathers things and Senor Roddrego's. I will bring then to you." 

The young man seemed to skip out of the room leaving our key on the top of a chest of drawers. Within two minutes there was a knock on the door and he returned carrying three heavy looking bags. 

He lined them up beside the door and took his leave.

"Well." Howie said placing his suitcase on the top of one of the beds and opening it. "I t looks as if you and Louise have enough to keep you busy tomorrow. What should Heather and I do?"

He looked up at me.

"You and Heather? Are you serious about her?"

"No." I replied. "She just sort of talked her way into everything."

"And you are not serious about Louise either?" 

That was more a statement than a question.

"I like Louise." 

"She's my sister and she has been through a lot."

"I know." Why did I feel like a guilty schoolboy?

"I don't want her to get hurt again."

"Nobody does." I agreed.

Here was a man who'd fuck anything that moved despite being married himself lecturing me. 

"Louise understands." I continued.

"Would Jenny?"

He'd got me there. No she wouldn't. She would feel hurt and let down. She wouldn't do it herself.

I had to get a grip of myself. But how to do it without hurting the girls' feelings? The answer might be staring me in the face.

"Howie."

"Yes. Paul." 

"I need your help."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I looked at my face in the dressing table mirror as I brushed my hair. I didn't like who looked back at me. Not just the appearance of puffy eyes from too much crying. I hated myself.

I wanted Paul. 

But would he still want me?

I sniffed.

I hadn't even enjoyed it. Well, it hadn't been horrible but just not nice. Or not as nice as it could have been.

It didn't take him long to come. That was a relief. He was bigger than Paul was down there and it had hurt at first. I supposed my reaction afterwards had spoilt it for him. But I hadn't wanted to talk about it. What was there to talk about anyway? 'You'd wanted to fuck me and now you have. Well done.'

I suppose I had been a bit of a cow towards Ron. I had tried to convince myself the previous night as I had drank my wine that he had taken me against my will. But in all truth he hadn't. He had been fairly gentle for a big man. He was just a little clumsy that was all. Especially when it came to undoing my bra. I smiled into the mirror as I remembered. I thought he was going to break it. Perhaps I should have taken it off for him. No. I couldn't have done that.

Remembering his gasp of surprise when he realised I wasn't wearing any knickers I smiled again. My reflection smiled back. 

I didn't suppose he had a very happy sex life with his wife. Maybe that was why he came so quickly. He would probably have lasted longer if he stayed to do it a second time.

What was I thinking?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

I replaced the receiver. There was no chance of getting a call through to England or America. I looked at my watch. It would be six in the morning in England. Jenny may even be up if she couldn't sleep because of her exam.

There was a horn beeping on a car in the street below. Some glass broke somewhere and I heard somebody scream.

I looked at Howie who had just come out of the bathroom wearing light blue pyjamas.

I did bring a pair myself but I hadn't had a chance to wear them before now.

I heard what sounded like a car backfire outside. I looked at Howie. 

"I think the girls had better stay in here with us tonight." I suggested.

More backfiring then a whining sound like I heard when a bullet ricocheted. There were people screaming in the street below.

"I think you are right." Howie said in agreement and walked towards the door. 

He lifted one of the suitcases to one side. 

"Heavy." He commented.

He opened the door and looked out into the corridor. He stepped out and I followed.

There was the sound of a large clap of thunder in the distance. Then another, much closer this time.

Opposite the door to a room stood ajar and a man stood peering out.

"What's going on?" He asked. 

I could see a woman of around forty years of age and two young girls sitting together on one of the beds. 

"I don't know." I said. "I suggest you lock your door and stay inside. I'm sure somebody will tell us soon if there is anything to worry about."

One of the girls on the bed smiled at me and I smiled back.

Howie was already at the door of Louise and Heather's room. He spoke into the door and it was quickly opened. The girls rushed out and both ran to me. I put an arm around each. The girl on the bed didn't seem too pleased by the look on her face just as the man closed the door. I heard the lock turn.

There was a woman screaming somewhere in the hotel. Then it stopped.

We went back into our room and closed the door behind us. Howie locked it and pulled the dressing table across it with my help.

There was the sound of gunfire in the street below and more screaming. I went to the window with Louise by my side. I suppose she had to look being a reporter. 

People were cowering in doorways and alleyways. There were six bodies lying in the road that I could see from where I stood. Louise lifted her camera and took a picture. Then she moved her position and took two more.

There was a sudden burst of firing and more screaming. This time it sounded as if it came from inside the hotel.

I saw a group of men emerge from the hotel entrance below me. One was dragging a young woman behind him. She was blond. Wearing her nightdress. She was screaming.

"Hey. You let her go." I shouted.

The men look up at me and one raised his arm. I had the sense to duck down as he fired. One of the panes of glass in the French windows shattered.

Louise placed her arm about my shoulders.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied with what I hoped was a reassuring smile.

I was trembling a little. I looked into her face. She looked worried.

"Hey." I said. "We'll be alright."

I raised my head but the men and the woman had gone.

"We need something we can use as a weapon." Howie said.

I looked around. Nothing.

"Let's try in these." I suggested crossing the room to where grandfather and Roddrego's suitcases lay.

I picked up the one that Howie had said was particularly heavy. It was. I recognised it as being one of my grandfathers. My father had one the same. I could never remember them using them. Neither my grandfather or father had talked much about their wartime exploits but I did remember one of then mentioning a suitcase. But I did remember my father once showing an excited young man a great secret.

I laid it on the first bed and opened the clasps. It wasn't locked. Well if he had left in a hurry I don't supposed he had had time to pack it himself.

I picked up the first layers of clothing inside. They had been folded neatly and laid out flat. The hotel staff must have done it. I could see the young man doing it. There was a tone of affection in his voice when he had talked of my grandfather. 

More clothes and a pair of stout boots. I placed everything on the bed and lifted the empty suitcase. It still felt heavy. On the other bed Howie had already emptied the contents of one suitcase and was starting on the second. The girls were sifting through the contents.

"What's up?" Howie asked turning his suitcase upside down and letting the contents fall onto the bed.

"Still feels heavy." I explained.

The base where the hinges were did look thicker than normal. 

The whole suitcase was very solidly made. It was extra thick in the top and bottom as well as in the base. How had he opened it? I remembered. There was a thin pin embedded in the leather at one end of the base. If you found it and slid it out then, with difficulty, you could slide out a thin strip of leather covered metal.

The others had gathered around me and one of them, Louise I think, gasped as I pulled out the narrow strip of metal to reveal the cavity below. I took out two bundles of currency rolled tight and secured with a rubber band each. Then two boxes of what looked like pistol ammunition. .38 cal it said on the box. The writing was faded.

The metal pins were longer in the sheets of metal that hid the cavities in the top and bottom of the suitcase. I soon found them and slid them out. In the top compartment there was a short nosed revolver, a black Balaclava helmet and a pair of black, thin, silken gloves and the hollowed out wooden butt of a weapon.

In the bottom I found the barrel, working parts and two long thin magazines of a sub-machine gun. I had seen one like this before in an old Black and White British film about the Second World War. Agents going behind enemy lines had carried them.

A thought occurred to me. If my grandfather had had this in his possession when Linda was being raped in the old Barn then why had my father only brought grandfather's old, empty, First World War revolver with him when he attempted his rescue?

Perhaps they weren't my grandfather's after all. That would leave my father. 

I picked up the revolver and pressed down on the catch that allowed the chamber to swing out. I opened one of the boxes of ammunition. It wasn't full. Somebody had stuffed some cotton wool into one end to prevent the bullets from rattling. I took out one bullet to feed it into a chamber. It fitted. I filled the other chambers, slipped the cylinder back into place and set the safety catch.

Howie had picked up parts of the other weapon and was screwing the barrel into place. Next he picked up the wooden butt.

"How does this fit?" He asked. "Ah. It's ok. I see."

There was a screw sticking out of the rear of the body of the weapon and he screwed the butt into place. The whole weapon, when assembled was approximately thirty inches long. Howie worked the cocking handle back and forth a few times then looked at the small switch just below it. 

"S. R. A." He read out.

I knew what they meant.

"Safe. Repetition or single shot. The A is for automatic."

"Vicious looking weapon." Howie commented handing it to me and picking up one of the magazines and starting to load it.

I stuck the revolver into the waistband of my trousers and took the sub-machine-gun in my hands and turned it over and back examining it.

Heather watched what Howie was doing and followed suit while Louise opened the second box of ammunition.

"Where did they get this from?" Louise asked. "And the suitcase. It was made for it."

"I think it was left over from the last war." I said. "My great uncle Alistair headed a small team in counter intelligence. Both my grandfather and father were part of it. So was Michael de Vane and Roddrego occasionally."

"That's something else to talk to your grandfather about." Louise held out the box of ammunition for the others.

"Fifteen bullets in a magazine." Howie said. "What do you prefer, Paul?"

I handed the SMG back to Howie. 

"You have that." I replied.

I wasn't very good with a pistol let alone anything any bigger. 

"Easier to hide when I go out tomorrow."

"You take these then." Howie handed me the remaining bullets.

The sound of a car horn in the distance could be heard through the windows. Then the sound of tyres squealing and gunfire.

Suddenly the lights in the hotel went out. I heard some women screaming in another part of the hotel. Perhaps in shock at the sudden darkness.

The room was slowly lit by a soft glow from outside. I moved to the first bed and started throwing my grandfather's things back into his suitcase. The rolls of currency I placed into the breast pockets of my shirt.

I looked at the luminous dial on my watch. It would be seven o'clock in England. Jenny would be up by now, getting ready for college.

I wondered what had happened to the blond woman they had dragged across the street. Had they raped her? Had some of the screams in the night belonged to her? Would she be alive in the morning? Would she want to be?

There are rules for fighting most wars, my grandfather had told me once. Civil wars had no rules and were the worst kind of wars.

++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I picked up the phone extension by the side of the bed and sat down.

"Hello." I said.

There was a silence at the other end before I heard somebody clear their throat.

"Hello Jenny."

Ron sounded depressed.

"Hello." I repeated, putting a little more warmth into my voice.

"I didn't know if I should ring you or not." He rushed that sentence. "I wasn't sure you would want to hear from me again after yesterday."

Here was my chance. I could end it here.

"That's alright." I found myself saying.

"You don't mean that."

"I do. I'm not a child. It happened and it can't be undone."

"I am sorry."

"Why." I snapped, I was starting to get angry. "You wanted to didn't you?"

"Yes. But."

"But what? Didn't you like it."

"I did. I didn't think that you wanted me to in the end."

"I didn't stop you did I?"

"No."

"I must have wanted to then."

There was complete silence from the other end. Why was I being such a cow? He'd fucked me and was ringing up to make sure I was all right about it. If I hadn't told him to leave when I had we would have had this conversation the previous evening.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I'm always crotchety in the mornings."

"You mean you are all right about what happened?"

"Yes. I said so didn't I?"

Don't get angry. Calm down. It was nice of him to ring. A lot of men would have taken their oats and run.

"It was sweet of you to ring. But I am a big girl."

"You are a lovely girl."

"Don't be daft." 

I could feel his lips on mine. His fingers fumbling with my bra.

Another silence.

"Can I see you again?"

Wow. I hadn't been expecting that.

"Hmm." I was at a loss for words. "I... I don't know."

"What time will you be back this afternoon?"

"I will be back for two." 

Why did I tell him that?

"I want to see you. But not if you do not want me to."

He was being too nice.

"I have to go." He hissed. "I'll be there at two."

There was a short silence.

"Jenny." He said softly.

"Alright." I replied and heard the click as he put the phone down.

Damn. Damn. Damn.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18u



Rubies are Red. Part 21.

Paul.

I sat with my back to the wall beside the door, my revolver on the floor by my side. The city was quiet at last.

Louise and Heather lay fully clothed on the beds and Howie on the floor across the French windows. I had tried to sleep there for an hour but it had been no good so I had offered to relieve Howie from his stint of guard duty early. Now that I was supposed to be awake my eyes felt really heavy and I had to keep on shaking myself to keep from dropping off.

The noises had gone on for another hour outside and then ceased as if somebody had thrown a switch. I'd looked over the parapet of the veranda a couple of times and once saw the group of men who had dragged off the blond woman earlier come out of a side street. There was no sign of the woman. They had looked up at our room and talked and gestured for a few seconds but had then moved off down the street.

I worried about what they had done to the woman.

Louise, in the bed closest to me was turning onto her side and facing me with her back to Heather and Howie. She was holding her hand out towards me. It moved. She was beckoning me to come. I moved as quietly as I could towards her and knelt on the floor by her head. She reached out and pulled my head down until our lips met. Her lips opened and I could feel her tongue probing for a way my own. Not being one to refuse a lady I opened then and pushed back against hers' with my own.

I placed one hand on her breasts feeling each in turn then moved my hand down to the waist band of her jeans. I kissed her again and felt for her zip, pulling it down and searching inside her jeans for the top of her panties. I could feel her stomach muscles tighten as I slid my way inside. Felt her soft, warm mass of curly pubic hairs and then the beginning of her slit. She lifted her top leg as I pushed my finger between her thighs and along the lips of her fanny.

It was hot in there. Hot and wet.

I pushed my finer between her lips and inside her. She felt really tight. I worked my finger in and out feeling her start to loosen. Hearing the changes in her breathing. The sudden gasp as I pushed my finger as far inside her as it would go.

I moved my finger around as much as the cramped conditions inside her allowed. Pushing against the sides of her fanny and rubbing the soft spongy bit at the front.

She was definitely getting wetter. And looser as well.

I pulled my finger out, resisting the temptation to take it out from inside her clothes and lift it to my nose, and felt for her clit.

Her sigh told me that I had found it. It was a gentle sigh.

I placed the tip of my finger full on her clit and moved it from side to side. She closed her legs for a second and I almost yelled out in pain. Then she relaxed and her rate of breathing increased.

I moved my finger faster not losing contact with her clit. She sighed then groaned. I covered her mouth with my own to stifle her cries. Her legs closed again and her whole body seemed to tense.

I moved my finger away and lifted my lips from hers. 

"Oh." She sighed, breathing deeply. "Oh, thank you."

I kissed her lightly on the lips and moved back to my position next to the door. I lifted my finger to my nose and breathed in her smell.

I believed I could see Louise smiling in the dark. 

Jenny would be just starting her exam.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

One down one to go.

I felt confident enough. I wasn't at my best but I hopefully had done enough.

Shirley was glowing. There was a spring in her step. I hadn't seen her this happy in ages. Matt looked tired.

"Are you coming home?" I asked.

"No." She replied. "Maybe tonight. Matt's taking me into Bath for lunch."

Oh. That meant I would be alone with Ron. I still wasn't sure what I wanted. But this time I was going to be adult about it.

I confirmed the details of our end of term party with Mary and walked to my car. It was bright at that moment but there were some dark clouds coming from Bristol.

I drove the twenty minutes from the college to home my mind still in turmoil. What did I really want?

I really wanted Paul. I should have gone with him. He'd get himself into trouble without me. I just knew it. Paul's mother had phoned that morning with the news that his grandfather was in prison. There had been some reports that Roddrego was leading the revolution but I found that hard to believe. Hopefully Paul would manage to get his grandfather freed and out of the country before things turned really nasty out there.

I knew his grandfather hadn't been very well recently and Paul's mother had been very worried what effect a spell in a South American prison would have on his health.

I turned on the radio in the kitchen when I got to our house and put the kettle on to boil. I turned on the central heating to warm the house up and made myself a sandwich for my lunch. The song on the radio ended and the news began. More strikes. More threats of strikes. The Queen was going to Sandringham for Christmas. Reports of widespread bloodshed in the Capitol of the country Paul was in. 

I pushed my sandwich away. The airport was closed. Communications were difficult. The weather forecast for tomorrow would be for a north-easterly wind to bring colder weather and rain from the North Sea.

But what about Paul? And Howie and Louise?

There was a ring at the front door. I hurried to answer it. Ron stood on the doormat. He was holding a bunch of flowers.

+++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

Louise took my hand as we left the hotel at eight am and walked behind Serge as the young Bellhop was called. He had called to take me to the ministry of internal security as promised. We had had a quick conference that morning and decided that it would be best if we called on Bill on the way to the ministry rather than wait for him to keep his ten o'clock appointment. There had been no sign of any staff downstairs when Howie and I had investigated an hour before. The kitchens had been ransacked but we had managed to find some bottles of wine in a cupboard, some tins of food and some bottles of water. We had carried them upstairs and made a hurried breakfast.

There were other people moving about the hotel. A group of men were discussing sending for the police to protect them. Many were complaining that there was no staff about. What were they going to do for breakfast? Why wouldn't the toilets flush?

Outside of the hotel it looked like a battlefield. There were broken shop windows and items strewn everywhere. We passed an abandoned car. There were bullet holes in the bodywork.

I stopped at the entrance to the alley the gang had dragged the young woman wondering if I dared take the time to investigate. My grandfather hadn't said much about some of the civil wars he had been involved in but one thing he had said stood out now. That was that you couldn't take care of everyone. Sometimes he had had to ignore the cries for help so as not to bring down trouble on his own friends. 

Louise was looking at me.

"Let's go." I said stepping over the legs of an old woman who sat with her back propped up against a wall.

She looked up at me a look of helplessness in her eyes. I wanted to stop and help her but looking up and down the street there where twenty perhaps thirty other people. I couldn't help them all.

Louise pointed her camera at the woman and I heard the shutter click. We hurried after Serge.

There was a low rumbling in the distance. A jet plane screamed overhead. 

We passed more abandoned vehicles and some dead bodies. Louise took some more photos. 

I heard somebody speaking on a transistor radio. Everybody was to remain calm. To stay in their own homes. The situation was under control. Power and water would be restored soon and in the meantime Martial law had been declared. Looters would be shot. I supposed that Howie and I could be classed as looters. 

"The address you have?" Serge stopped in front of a tall block of apartments. "It is here."

The front doors to the building had been broken and we crunched on the broken glass as we entered. There was a smell in the air. Of burnt roast dinner. That was what it reminded me of. When my father had been left in charge of the Sunday joint.

"Which floor?" I asked Louise, pressing the button for the lift.

"Third." She replied as the door opened.

I wanted to throw up. I turned away and breathed deeply. Louise screamed.

"I must go home, Senor." Serge said. "My mother and my sister."

He looked as ill as I felt.

I nodded. Not trusting myself to speak.

"Go that way." He pointed in the direction we had been travelling. "Five more minutes."

I watched him leave and placed my arm around Louise's shoulders. She was shaking.

"Come on." I urged gently. "Let's find Bill."

She allowed me to lead her to the staircase and we started to climb. I took my revolver from inside the waistband of my trousers where it had been hidden by my shirt and held it out in front of me. I could feel my hand shake.

The ground floor and first floors were totally wrecked. Every door was broken in. I dreaded to think what sights would greet us were we to enter any of the apartments.

The second floor hadn't been touched it seemed. All the doors were shut. It was very quiet.  I imagined the owners of the apartments waiting in fear behind their doors. Would the terror return? Would they be next?

We climbed to the third floor and Louise checked the numbers on the doors. We stopped at 3H and Louise knocked softly on the door.

"Bill." She called in a low voice. "It's me Louise."

"Who?" A voice replied.

"Louise Wolfenstein."

There was the sound of something heavy being moved. Then a bolt, lock and chain. The door opened slightly and I could see an eye looking at me. I slipped my revolver into my trouser pocket.

"Who's that?" The voice asked.

"This is my friend." Louise replied standing in full view. "Paul Wagstaffe. We are alone."

The door opened fully and a woman of perhaps sixty years of age revealed herself top us.

"Hello Bill." Louise said, leaning forward and kissing her on both cheeks. "Paul, this is Bill, Belinda Watkinson. A country woman of yours and our local correspondent."

I found myself shaking hands to the sound of gunfire in the street below.

We entered the apartment and pushed the heavy chest of drawers back into place.

"Things have been moving quickly." Bill said, pouring herself some vodka from a bottle. 

She offered it to us and we both shook our heads in refusal.

"The government troops have been outflanked." Belinda said. "They advanced too quickly thinking they had only a few hundred to beat. The Marxists have cut their supply chain. Taken much of their equipment have many troops trapped the wrong side of the mountain gap. The troops that are left are not of high calibre. I fear even more for the inhabitants of this city.  As with many of the countries in South America this country was created by Europeans with no thought for tribal boundaries. For many years the tribes of the hinterland have been suppressed by the current rulers. There are many, many old scores to be settled."

"They are not dedicated Marxists?" I asked watching her drink.

She was a big boned woman. Grey in her hair. A face that would once have been very pretty. But too much sun and, I supposed, alcohol had taken its toll.

"Most wouldn't know a Marxist from a Mormon." 

She picked up her bottle again.

"Why are you here?" She continued.

"To see about getting my grandfather out from the ministry of internal affairs." I explained.

She was drunk.

She sat on the bed and her head fell forward until her chin rested on her chest, above her generous breasts. Then she toppled slowly onto her side.

"What are we going to do now?" I whispered to Louise.

"You saw what they did? Downstairs?" She stammered.

I held her close and spoke softly into her hair. I didn't need two women collapsing on me.

++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

Ron held my hand between his and said all the things a member of the clergy should to comfort those in distress.

I knew there was nothing I could do. That Paul could look after himself. That he would probably have his grandfather out of prison by now and be waiting for the next plane out. I knew all that. But I was still worried.

He moved one hand and ran his fingers through my hair. His voice went on. A comforting voice. Gentle in its phrasing. Careful in its choice of words.

I stood up and took our teacups to the sink and placed them in the washing up bowl. I looked out past our two small outbuildings.  Looked at our small garden. The gently sloping fields behind.

I heard his chair move. Was conscious of his standing close behind me.

I stood still as he placed his hands upon my hips. They moved up, beneath my arms and cupped my breasts. I could feel his chest against my back and his prick against my bum cheeks. I pushed back against it and wriggled from side to side.

"You have nothing to worry about Jenny." He said into the top of my head. "You'll see I'm right."

With him holding me like that I knew I had no need to worry. Paul and his grandfather would be all right. They would be home on Sunday.

His fingers were moving on my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden. His fingers move. Lifting at my thin sweater. I placed my hands upon his and stopped him. I felt him stiffen behind me and turned to face him.

I was an adult and I was going to act like one.

I looked up into his eyes. I could read a lot in them.

I would be an adult. Tell him to leave.

"Let's go to bed." I said.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Louise a second time. "We can't take her with us and I don't think we should leave her here alone."

Louise lifted her tear stained face and I kissed her lips without thinking.

She rested her head on my shoulder and I knew she was smiling.

"No, we can't leave her." Louise agreed.

There was a burst of shooting in the distance.  Things were quieter on the streets now that it was daylight. Perhaps we could take the risk and leave her.

"Leave who?" Bill asked, struggling into a sitting position.

"We're off to the ministry." I said rather roughly. "Do you want to come?"

She looked around her living room as if realising it might be the last time she would see it like this. There were the sounds another burst of firing from outside.

"I'll come with you." She said, rising unsteadily to her feet.

++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

We undressed standing side by side, neither talking and placed our clothes on the dressing room table chair.

The bedroom was already becoming quite dark with the lights out and the curtains pulled. 

I allowed him to pull me to him. Felt his hard warm body press against me. His hands on the cheeks of my bum. My nipples against the hairs on his chest.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18v



(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All events and characters are fictitious.

Part 22.

Jenny.

I held the lips of my fanny open with my fingers and guided his prick inside me with my other hand. He filled me with his first thrust, pulled back and filled me again. I placed my hands on his ribs and squeezed gently with my thighs. I could barely make out his features in the darkness of my bedroom but he did look serious. 

His movements were disjointed, jerky. He was rushing it. Perhaps he was afraid I'd change my mind and stop him? 

He was panting.

"It's all right." I said lifting my head and kissing his throat.

He grunted and moved even faster. Then he moaned and I felt him jerking inside me.

I gasped as he pulled quickly out and lay on his back by my side. He was mumbling something. No. He was praying.

I switched on a bedside light and sat up and looked down at him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Praying for forgiveness." He replied turning his head away.

"I forgive you."

He turned his head away from me. I lay down again on my side facing him and placed a hand upon his balls. I felt him stiffen. 

"Don't worry." I said as soothingly as I could. 

I reached behind myself and switched off the light.

"It was wrong." He said in the darkness. "What we did."

"It was wrong when we did it yesterday."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds so I moved my hand onto his prick. I picked it up and pulled back the foreskin. It felt hot and sticky and wet.

There was a little bubble of cum in his wee hole. I rubbed it away with my thumb. 

I could feel him growing as I started to stroke him. He placed one of his hands on one of my breasts. His hands were large, the skin quite hard and rough. I could see him looking at my nipples. He changed breasts. I could feel my nipples growing. 

His prick was nearly full grown so I moved down the bed, laid my head on his abdomen and kissed the tip of it. It seemed to leap to meet my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked the head of it inside. From his groan of pleasure Ron liked that. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing. He lifted his hips from the bed. The tip of his prick was against the back of my throat.

I gagged and pulled my head away. I didn't like to be held when I was doing that. I didn't mind Paul holding me steady when he came but not to be held while my mouth was being used like a fanny. The Rogers family had done that to me. The three of them in turn.

Ron mumbled sorry.

I took his prick in my hand again and stroked it for a few seconds.

"It's all right." I assured him kneeling astride his hips and positioning his prick against my opening. "It brought back a bad memory for a moment."

I sank down upon him, impaling myself. He was big. Bigger than Paul.

He reached up with both hands as I started to lift and fall and held my breasts. I stopped moving for a second, savouring the feeling of being filled then began my movements again. I squelched. 

"Sorry." I said, glad he couldn't see the embarrassment on my face as it happened a second time.

This was nice. The tension of the morning and the worry about Paul was seeping away. They were being replaced by the familiar feeling building inside me. Building around his prick. 

I threw back my head and drew in a large lungfull of air.

He was still feeling my breasts. I had something else that needed feeling and took his hands in my own and moved them to the cheeks of my bottom. His hands fitted perfectly. 

I rose and fell. Not hurrying. Almost letting it fall from me before sinking back down to take it all once more.

My anus was itching. How do you tell a man of the cloth that you wanted him to rub your bum hole while you were riding his prick? Paul's finger would have been there already, and if he could have found enough lubricant from somewhere, buried inside me up to the second knuckle.

I didn't want that today. Just a gentle rubbing to add to the pleasure I was getting from his prick.

I reached behind my back and captured one of his middle fingers. I tugged on it gently. He resisted at first then allowed me to take it where I wanted. I guided it between my bum cheeks and up against my anus.

His finger didn't move. It just rested against my hole. I pushed myself back against it. He pulled it away.

I leaned forward feeling my bum cheeks open.

"Please touch me." I whispered, kissing him on the lips.

I felt his finger move back into place. Feeling its way around my hole. He was so gentle I could hardly feel it.

"Harder." I said, raising myself up and looking down on him.

The pressure was building inside me. I squeezed his prick with my fanny. Felt my anus open to his fingertip. 

I was coming. 

"Oh yes." My cry was involuntary.

His finger was in my anus. It hurt. It felt so good I was coming. I could feel him come as well.

"Jenny." I heard a voice from behind me. " Oh, I'm sorry."

I heard footsteps on the landing outside. My fanny clamped tight around Ron's prick.

Shirley and Matt were talking. For the first time I noticed it was lighter in the bedroom. Ron was trying to move beneath me. His prick had gone soft and fell from me as I lifted myself from him.

I stood up and watched him get to his feet on the far side of the bed. His prick was wet again.

+++++++++++

Paul.

"You must be David's boy." Bill said as we made our way down the stairs.

I led, with my revolver held out in front of me.

"You knew my father?"

"A long time ago."

She was slurring her words.

"We were good friends once." She continued. "He wouldn't have been much older than you."

I stopped outside the lift with my back to it. Louise lifted her camera.

"I must, Paul." She said as I moved in front of her.

"What's wrong." Bill said, barging past me. "Oh my god!"

Bill staggered past the lift, placed one hand against the wall and did what I wanted to do. She threw up.

I heard Louise's shutter click as I walked towards the exit. How anyone could do that.

There were a lot more people on the streets. Very few vehicles but a lot of people walking. Louise walked by Bill with a arm about her shoulders. 

"We had best get on." I said stepping onto the pavement and leading the way in the direction Serge had said. 

We were stopped by an army patrol once but I showed my passport with its stamp to the officer in charge and told him we were on official business and he let us pass. One of his men led a group of three youths by a rope that had been tied about their necks in turn. They stood still, dejection on their faces. Their hands tied behind their backs. I didn't think the eldest could have been more that seventeen.

"Looters." The officer had explained.

Louise had taken a photo of him with the three. He seemed please with himself. One of the youths was bleeding from his nose.

We moved on as fast as Bill would allow. She looked ill. It was not just from her vodka. I could tell that.

We turned the corner into a large square. On the far side there was an imposing building with a high wall surrounding it and no windows on the ground floor that I could see.

"That looks like it." I said.

A shot rang out behind us followed two seconds later by a second then a third.

I looked at Louise.

"They were only children." She said.

I helped her to support Bill as we crossed the near deserted square. We stopped at the high gates and I called for attention. For the first time I realised I didn't have a clue whom I should ask to see.

A small panel opened and I showed the page in my passport with its official stamp on it to the face that appeared. He didn't seem too impressed so I remembered the name of the person we were supposed to hand the briefcase to and asked to see him.

The gate opened enough for us to enter and was quickly closed behind us.

"You have friends in high places." Bill observed. "The Minister himself no less."

"I didn't know that." I confessed.

We were taken to the main building and the guard spoke to an officer inside. 

"Follow me." The officer said looking long at Louise in her tight, light blue jeans and loose fitting blouse which couldn't hide the swellings of her breasts.

She took a step closer to me and I gave one of her hands a squeeze. 

We followed the officer up two flights of stairs and into an office where we were asked to wait. Both the chair at the desks in the office were empty as was the long settee against one wall. We sat on it. Louise next to me, the outsides of our knees touching, and we waited.

++++++++++++++++

Jenny

I hurried down stairs with Ron and showed him out with hardly a word. I couldn't see his car outside. 

"I left it around the corner at the Fort." He replied to my question.

"I'm sorry." He continued.

"Don't be." I told him. "It was fun. I enjoyed it a lot."

We stood looking at each other for a few seconds then he bent his neck and kissed me.

"When? Can I? Will we?" He started each new question before I had time to think of the answer to the previous. 

I smiled at him. 

"Give me a ring later."

I heard the kitchen door open behind me. Ron turned and almost ran out onto the pavement and along to the remains of the old Iron Age Fort.

I turned to see Shirley standing in the kitchen doorway. She was holding two steaming mugs.

"Matt's gone back to College." She said as she pushed open the door to the living room. "Come on in and tell me all about it."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18w



Rubies are Red.

Part 23.

Paul

The door to an inner office opened and we were ushered inside. Behind a large desk a thin man in a dark suit wearing thick glasses sat. I would have put him as being in his sixties.

Three chairs had been placed in front of the desk and the man invited us to sit with a wave of his hand. The man who had shown us in walked behind the desk and the man in glasses said something to him that I couldn't quite catch. He then walked out of the room leaving the four of us together.

"Senora Watkinson." He spoke in Spanish nodding at Bill. "You must be Senorita Wolfenstein and you Senor Wagstaffe. What may I do for you?"

"I've come about my grandfather." I said, at least I could understand his Spanish. "I'm told he is being held here."

"What makes you think that."

"A worker at the hotel recognised the uniforms of the men who arrested him."

"Did he?"

There was silence for a few seconds. I didn't really have any proof that my grandfather was here. It had only been luck that I had thought to mention the name of the man we were to see later that day to deliver the briefcase to. I hadn't known it was the name of the Interior Minister. Strange that he should be seeing us alone. Didn't he want anybody else to know what we were talking about?

"You were to deliver something to me?" He asked. "Some papers from London?" 

"About my grandfather?"

I opened a breast pocket in my shirt and took out one of the treasury bills. I unfolded it and passed it over the desk to the minister.

"You are not very trustworthy Senor Wagstaffe." He said, picking up the bill and turning it over in his hands.

"You have the others?"

"They are safe." I assured him.

I took out a second bill and passed it to him. I had three more on me and Howie had a further five.

"Come to the window." The Minister said standing up.

"What are you saying?" Louise hissed.

"Just small talk." I replied.

We walked to one of the large windows that over-looked an inner courtyard. A man was being led to stand in front of a reinforced section of wall. His eyes were blindfolded. There were six soldiers standing in a line. At a word from the officer in charge they placed their rifles against their shoulders. Another word and a volley of shots rang out. The man standing against the wall was thrown backwards with the force of the bullets striking him and collapsed in a heap.

My stomach turned. Louise gasped; I could feel her shaking by my side so I place an arm about her waist.

The two men who had led the man out picked up his body and carried it into the building. Two other men appeared leading a tall man with thinning grey hair. He stumbled once and would have fallen if they had not been holding him by either arm. He was stood against the wall. I saw him straighten his body as the men lifted their rifles.

"About my property?" The minister asked.

"That's my grandfather!" I exclaimed.

The minister opened one of the large windows and stepped out onto a small balcony. I followed him. I saw my grandfather look up at us.

The minister raised his hand.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I sipped at my mug of tea. 

"Well?" Shirley asked from her position on the sofa. "What was he like?"

"He was sweet." I replied placing my tea on the small table by the side of Paul's chair where I was sitting.

"Come on." Shirley urged. "Give me some details."

"You haven't told me much about Matt yet." I pointed out.

"But yours is much more exciting."

Exciting? Was it?

"There isn't much to tell."

"Was that the first time?" She asked. "I'm sorry about barging in like that. There was only your car outside and there were no lights on. Then Matt heard a noise."

"Did he see?"

"No. Only me. He looked quite big."

"Oh, he is." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him filling me.

"So, was it the first time?"

"No. We did it yesterday. Then twice today."

"Hmm. That sounds nice."

"It was becoming nicer. The first times were all a bit rushed."

"When will you be seeing him again?"

"I don't know."

"But you will see him again?"

"Yes." 

Yes I was going to see him again. I didn't know why. There wasn't exactly anything missing with Paul. Perhaps it was that he had been the first. The only other men I had had, had been forced upon me in some way. Mike when I was laying drunk upon a bed in the flat in Bristol. Then Lynda's lover taking me from behind as I knelt between her legs licking her fanny on our Nile cruise.

"And when Paul gets back?"

That would be the time for that decision.

"No. I don't see how we could."

"You will be in the same village for three months."

I had been thinking about that.

"I know. But the village is very small and people will notice."

There could be ways around that. Especially if Paul's grandfather wasn't around.

"Yes, I can see that could be awkward." 

"What about you and Matt?" I asked.

"He's nice. Quite good in bed actually. It was a bit of a surprise."

"He looked tired this morning." 

I picked up my tea mug and held it cupped in my hands.

Shirley was smiling.

"We haven't had much sleep these past two nights."

"I was going to have a nice long soak in the bath, if you don't mind?" She continued.

"Are you going out tonight?" I asked.

"Not tonight." She stood up and stretched, I could see the outline of her nipples through her bra and blouse. "He's teaching at evening classes in the local school so I thought a quiet evening in and an early night. Have you heard anymore about Paul?"

"Nothing." All the old worries were coming back.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they will all be all right."

++++++++++++++++++++

Paul

I stepped closer to the Minister taking my arm from around Louise's waist and taking my revolver from my trouser pocket. I held it low by my hip out of the sight of the people below.

"I think you should let my grandfather go." I hoped I'd sounded more confident than I felt.

"How did you get in here with that?" The Minister demanded.

"Nobody searched me." I told him. "Tell them to bring my grandfather here."

"You would not use that." He stated.

"You know something of my families history?" I asked, hoping he did.

He hesitated then turned away and called down to the officer in charge. I was glad that the officer who had escorted us to the minister had known Bill, otherwise we were sure to have been searched. Or was I being paranoid. It was only natural that reporters would want to visit a minister at that time. Be more surprising if they didn't.

"Why are they shooting people?" Louise asked me in a low voice.

"My briefcase?" The minister asked in a low voice.

"Take us back to our hotel and there you will have your briefcase."

"The people you are shooting?" I continued. "Why are you killing them?"

"They are opponents of our government. They deserve to die." He spat over the low balustrade.

"You think you will loose this war." I stated. "That's why the money. Do they know about this?"

I waved my arm in the general direction of the surrounding buildings. The minister looked shaken. I wish I knew more about him. Would he be a hero if the opportunity arose? Would he take his money and make for the quickest way out of the country? What would be the quickest way out of the country if you were in his shoes? Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea we had left the bulk of the money in Miami.

"What would they say if they did?" I continued. "If we go you will get your briefcase. I promise you. Better still you can come for it with us."

"No." He almost shouted.

"I insist." I indicated the way back into his office with the mussle of my revolver. "If I leave you here you will have your men after us in minutes. Better that you come with us. Sit down."

I placed my hand upon his shoulder and forced him into his chair.

Louise looked quizzically at me. Bill burped like a sailor.

"The Minister will be coming with us. Back to where the others are then he will give us time to leave the city."

There was a knock on the door. The Minister called to come in and my grandfather and the officer from the shooting party entered. Two further soldiers stood in the doorway carrying their rifles at the ready. I was getting way out of my depth. It wasn't much of a plan to get away but it was the best I could think of.

The Minister would be after us as soon as he realised that there were only pieces of paper in the envelopes in the briefcase. We would have to go with him and use his escape route. He could have all the money for all I cared.

"Paul." My grandfather said rather weakly. "You shouldn't have come."

Thanks.

"Somebody had to." I replied. "Where's Roddrego?"

"I don't know. I told them that."

He seemed to crumble before me and sat heavily on the settee. Louise rushed to his side. 

"I'll be all right." He smiled at her. "It's Louise, isn't it? What are you doing here?"

"I am a reporter." She said, brushing a hair from his forehead. "I wanted to interview you."

++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

Ron had been rather sweet. He had brought me flowers. I arranged the last in the vase on the kitchen table and leaned back in my chair to look at them.

He was a bit clumsy in bed and very rushed. Perhaps he didn't get it very often. He had a strange wife. She was older than he was. In her early thirties I would have thought. They had two children, hers from her first marriage. She looked very angry all the time.

But he was big, down there. I squeezed the tops of my legs together as I thought about how it had felt to feel him inside me. He was very filling. I relaxed my thighs and scratched at my pubic mound through my skirt. I could feel my nipples hardening and a sudden gush of wetness inside my fanny.

He was big. It had felt so good sliding down upon it. It had quite taken my breath away. 

I opened my legs and pulled up my skirt exposing my knickers. I pulled the material away from between my legs. It felt damp. I was putting on a load of washing later so they might as well go in with that. I could get a clean pair from upstairs while Shirley was in the bath.

I lifted my bottom and removed my knickers. I looked at the crotch before putting them on the laundry pile. I had been leaking. I dropped them onto the pile of dirty washing in the laundry basket and looked down to examine myself. There was a bit more. Seeping out of me. I collected it on a fingertip and examined it closely. It was slippery. I lifted it to my nose. There was no real smell. I touched it with my tongue. There was no real taste either. Maybe there wasn't enough?

I lifted my heels onto my chair and pulled my fanny lips apart. I reached into my bag and took out my small round mirror and held it so that I could see inside myself. There was some more. Dribbling out towards my anus. Strange that Ron didn't know that girls liked to have their bum-holes rubbed. Well, I did.

I collected the come and licked it from my finger. Slightly salty. Was there anymore? Not at the entrance anyway. 

I thought for a second of all his little sperm swimming away inside of me and I hoped my pills were working. 

I rubbed a fingertip along my slit then pushed it slowly inside myself. I lifted my head and closed my eyes. That was nice.

It felt hot and wet in there. Well, I supposed it had a right to, as it was only an hour before that Ron had been pumping his come into it. 

Talking of which. There should be some more somewhere.

I was feeling really brazen. Sitting there fingering myself with my fanny spread open. It did feel nice. What would Shirley say?

I could hear her moving on the stairs. Reluctantly I pulled my finger from my hole, dropped my mirror back into my bag and sat properly in my chair as the door opened.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul

The Ministers car pulled up in front of the Hotel behind the first Land rover full of troops and we all climbed out. I walked close behind him and kept my hand on the revolver in my pocket. A second Land Rover pulled up behind us and it's occupants climbed out. There must have been a dozen soldiers in all.

The air was full of smoke and noise. Hundreds of people had been on the streets when we had left the Ministry building. We had been meet by boos and jeers and the occasional rock. The street outside of the hotel was surprisingly quiet. I noticed more bodies. I must have been becoming used to the sight of them, as it didn't turn my stomach anymore.

Four of the soldiers entered the building with us while the remainder stayed outside to keep the throng away from the vehicles.

There was still no sign of any staff but a group of residents were gathered together in the foyer. They clamoured for attention and information but the Minister ordered his men to clear a path for us. 

"What are we to do?" One woman shouted in English.

I recognised her as the mother from the room across the hall. There was no sign of her husband and two daughters.

"We need food." A man called out in Spanish.

"Keep them from following." The Minister ordered his men.

That was better. I only had him to worry about now.

We took the stairs up to the second floor Bill and Louise supporting my grandfather. I didn't want to use the lift. There probably wasn't any power anyway.

The second floor looked as if there had been a battle fought in it. I glanced through the open doorway into the room opposite and saw the husband lying on the bed with his two daughters sitting wide-eyed side by side on the second bed. They were holding each other's hands. The man on the bed didn't move.

The door to our own room was open and I called out. 

"Howie. Heather."

"Paul." Heather called back. "Is that you?"

I poked my head around the corner of the door. Heather stood facing me holding the sub-machine-gun. I couldn't see Howie.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18x



All events and characters are fictitious.

Copyright 2003 by PAUL C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 24.

Jenny.

I lay back in my bath and reached down between my thighs and pulled the lips of my fanny open. I could feel the warm water entering me. I followed it with a finger and moved it around inside myself.

The things a woman has to do after sex if she doesn't want to spend the next few hours leaking cum as she walks.

It did feel nice as well.

I pulled my finger out, conscious that the water was removing my natural lubrication and transferred it's tip to my clit. Now that did feel really nice.

I rubbed slowly thinking back to the afternoon. I wondered what it would feel like to have Paul again after taking Ron's prick like that. I could still feel it inside me. Filling me.

I rubbed faster.

I got the feeling Ron didn't have much in the way of a sex life with his wife. I couldn't think why she wouldn't want to have that inside her every day. I would. He was a powerful man. Big and strong. I knew just how powerful he was as he had thrust in and out of me.

I slowed for a second to allow the first peak of pleasure to subside then started again.

What would we have done if Shirley hadn't come home when she did? Could he have done it a third time? I wondered if he'd ever been inside a woman's anus. I could feel my own contract tightly at the thought. Taking him could hurt. Especially as I hadn't done it for a long time. Paul didn't seem to want me there anymore. Would Ron be shocked if I suggested it?

I could feel the pressure building inside myself again. I could see Ron's face looking up at me as I rode him. He was smiling. Then Paul's face appeared, he looked worried. Now Ron was back, that was better.

I rubbed harder. Keen to finish it. I gasped twice. There.

I relaxed in the warm water feeling the tension start to leave my body. Paul. Was he in danger? I wished he would phone. I felt my body tense again.

I climbed out of the bath, dripping water onto the bathmat and took Paul's bathrobe down from its hook behind the door. Could I smell him on it? I looked around the bathroom as the water emptied from the tub. I couldn't see any of his things. There was only mine on the stand above the sink. Only his bathrobe there.

A feeling of panic came over me and I suddenly felt very guilty. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul

Heather dropped the sub-machine-gun onto the bed beside her and leapt at me.

I tried to hold her, kiss her and keep my revolver pointed at the minister at the same time.

"This is my grandfather." I said to Heather as Louise helped him to sit on the bed.

He picked up the sub-machine-gun and looked at the minister. For a moment I thought he was going to shot him.

"Where's Howie?" Louise asked Heather.

"What happened here?" I asked. "A group of men came up the stairs. They were dragging women out of the rooms. They shot people if they tried to stop them." Heather looked around the room wide-eyed. 

I could imagine what she must have felt like. I thought about the blond woman who had been dragged off the previous night.

"They came next door. We had agreed to keep a low profile but when we heard the screaming and the shooting Howie opened the door and fired at them. I don't think he hit anybody but they did run away. The man, they shot him. We tried to do what we could but it was too late.  Howie kept swearing and blaming himself. Said it wouldn't have happened if he'd done something sooner."

"Where is he now?"

"There was more shouting and shooting from upstairs.  He went upstairs to see what he could do. There was some shooting. He said I was to stay here. It's been quiet for a while now."

"There were people in the foyer when we came in." I said. "No sign of any other men. Will you look after the minister?"

I said the last to my grandfather. 

"I'll watch him." My grandfather replied.

"Just give me my property and I will leave." The Minister said.

"When I get back." I replied.

"I'll come with you." Louise said. "Howie's my brother."

I was going to argue but the look on her face told me I needn't bother.

"Let's go." I said and led the way to the staircase.

I could hear voices arguing below. Some were speaking in Spanish and one in English.

I didn't have time for that now. I just hoped they kept the Minister's men too busy to come up and see what was keeping him.

I stopped at the next floor and looked slowly into the corridor. Two rough looking men lay dead on the floor. One had been hit over the head and the other shot in the chest. Somebody was crying a few doors down. I edged my way towards the noise stepping over one of the bodies as I did so. The sobbing stopped then started again. 

"There, there." 

I heard Howie's voice, speaking very gently, as if soothing a child. I stopped at the door to the room. They seemed to be bodies everywhere. A man and a woman lay together arms wrapped around each other. There were at least four other men in the room. Two were naked from the waist down.

Howie was sitting on the bed with his arms holding a naked girl. He looked up as we entered and reached for a revolver that lay on the bedside table.

"Paul." He almost shouted. "Louise."

The girl lifted her tear-streaked face from his shoulder and looked at us then burst into another round of sobbing.

"What happened?" I asked, stepping back and looking out into the corridor.

Other doors were slowly opening. People were looking out. "I came upstairs." Howie explained, gently passing the girl to Louise. "There was a man at the top of the stairs. He had a woman. I hit him with one of the metal plant containers. I took his gun. Another man was dragging a young girl into a bedroom. I shot him. I heard the screams from in here. They were taking it in turns to rape her. I'd picked up the second man's gun and just walked in and shot them all."

He spoke slowly, matter of factly. He might have been describing a trip to the shops.

"It was so easy." He continued. "I just walked in and killed them. I never gave them a chance."

"What is your name?" I asked the girl in Spanish.

Again there was the pause while she tried to understand me then she answered.

"Maria."

"Hello Maria." I replied. "My name is Paul and this is Louise. This is her brother, Howie."

Maria sniffed. Louise gave her a hug. 

"I think we should be getting out of here." I said, looking at Howie. 

He was turning a revolver over and over in his hands. He was muttering something.

"It was so easy."

It sounded like.

"Come on Howie." I said quite roughly. "We are going to need you to get out of here."

He looked at me as if I had just rudely awakened him.

"You don't understand."

"What don't I understand?"

"I killed them."

"And a bloody good thing too."

I looked around the room at the couple whom it looked had died in each other's arms and thought of the blond woman again.

"I didn't give them a chance."

"Come on." I urged. "Snap out of it. We've got to go."

Louise wrapped a bed-cover around Maria and I took the lead back into the corridor.

"Does anybody know this young lady." I called out in Spanish.

"I do." A young man said running towards us. "We are to be married. What happened to her?"

"You bastard." Howie shouted grabbing him first by the shoulders and then by the throat. "You let them have her like that."

"Howie." I said, pulling at one of his arms. "Leave him. There was nothing he could do."

Howie slowly released the man and started walking towards the staircase.

Maria started crying again. I thought it best to leave her there with her fiancée. Grandfather was right. You can't look after everyone.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I walked down the stairs wrapped in Paul's towelling bathrobe as the phone rang. I reached it half a pace before Shirley and held the receiver to my ear as I said, "hello."

"Jenny, its Ron."

"Hello, Ron." I said so that Shirley could hear.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"About your friend. Did she see? Will she tell?"

"No, she didn't see." I lied.

There was silence at the other end of the phone.

"I must see you again." He suddenly said.

"Can you come here tomorrow?" I asked.

"No. I'm sorry. My wife."

Another silence.

"Can you come here?" He asked.

I did have Paul's keys to his grandfather's house. It was only an hour or so to get there. I could be there for five or six.

"I could come down. To Paul's grandfather's."

"Would you?"

He was almost begging. I could feel myself becoming wet. Too be wanted so much was very arousing. 

"Yes." I said softly.

"I mean? You really want to?" 

Now he wasn't believing me.

"Yes." I repeated.

Shirley passed on her way into the living room carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"About six?" I suggested.

He mumbled a hurried goodbye and the line went dead. I replaced the receiver and walked into the living room. Shirley was curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine on the coffee table beside her. The TV was on.

"There's a bit about that country where Paul is about to come on." She said.

I sat in Paul's chair as the presenter began a history of that part of South America.  I wished Paul would phone. I suddenly missed him a lot.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

"What are we going to do?" Grandfather asked as we all sat or stood around the bed.

The Minister we had placed in the bathroom while we discussed or plans.

"What was your plan?" Grandfather continued.

Everyone looked at me.

"I thought that the Minister must have a plan for getting out of the country." I said. It was the first time I spoken it out loud and it really didn't sound like much of a plan. "I thought we might make him take us with him." 

"I don't think he will be too keen when he finds out that most of his money is still in Miami." Louise suggested.

"No." Grandfather said. "I think you might be wrong there. Once he gets his money he would be more than happy to see us all dead I'm sure. Whilst we still have it then we have some power over him."

"Why did he have the money sent over like that. I don't understand." I said. "He surely didn't think they were going to loose against these rebels. And wouldn't it have taken him a certain amount of time to gather these funds together. And some of the people in London must have known what was going on."

"You must understand the politics of this country." Grandfather went silent for a few seconds then spoke again. "You are right there. He must have known what was going to happen a while ago. We need to think about this. What if he isn't going anywhere?"

"You mean if he knew about the rebellion?" Louise said.

"That would mean the money isn't for him." Bill joined in; she must have sobered up at last.

"It would ease the passage of a number of officials." Louise looked at me. "If it were to be used to bribe senior officials or even Generals. They could make bad decisions about how they deployed their troops."

"They would not be very happy either if their money wasn't available." Bill was warming up. "I thought that it was a mistake to send the bulk of the army through the mountain gap and into the forests.  But if it were to ensure a short war.  They have been rather cleverer than a lot of people think they could be."

There was a loud rumbling noise from outside. The room shook. It was repeated. The room shook again. The noise was sharper.

"That is Artillery fire." My grandfather said. "They are shelling the city."

The room shook again. Pieces of plaster fell from the ceiling.

There was a sudden deafening noise.

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The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18y



Copyright 2003. All rights reserved.

All events and characters are fictitious.

Paul

Somebody hurt. 

It was me.

I opened my eyes. The room was full of dust and smoke. Yet strangely quiet.

The building was rocked by another explosion. More dust and smoke.

I looked around. Heather's backside was about three feet from my head. It twitched. Then moved away. She was turning to face me. There was blood on her face. One little stream was running down her cheekbone. Her eyes were full of tears. I sat up and pulled her towards me and held her tight.

There was a rumbling in the background and a lot of hissing. I looked around the room. Grandfather was sitting with his back to a wall with Bill across his legs. Howie was staggering to his feet beside him. The beds were lying on their sides and Louise's head appeared from beneath one of the mattresses.

I heard somebody screaming. The sound of more explosions from outside. I closed my nostrils with my thumb and forefinger and tried to breathe out hard through it. My ears hurt as the pressure inside them changed. I repeated it.

That was better. I could hear again.

"Is anybody hurt?" I started to ask but had to stop as I was hit with a burst of coughing.

I tried again.

"Is anybody hurt?"

"What was it?" Louise asked in reply.

"The building has been hit by an Artillery shell." Grandfather replied. "Possibly two or three."

Bill was moving, sitting up by his side.

"We have to get out of here." I stated the obvious. 

There was a high pitched whistling sound coming from overhead followed by the sound of an explosion.

I looked at Heather's face then ran my fingers as gently as I could through her hair. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. There was a pained looked on her face.

"You're cut." I told her.

"Yes." She smiled weakly.

"We need some water."

I looked up at Louise standing over us.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Heather's been cut."

"Let me look at it." She said kneeling down by Heather's side. I let Heather go and got slowly to my feet. 

Another whistling sound overhead and another explosion behind the hotel in the direction of the government buildings.

I walked to where the French windows had stood, crunching over the glass on the carpet and looked out into the street below. There were bodies of at least three soldiers lying on the ground. All three vehicles lay covered in rubble. I could hear voices from below. People crying. Somebody was shouting further down the street. Further up the street I could see a number of people lying on the ground with others milling about them. There was a lot of smoke and dust in the air.

I opened the door to the bathroom. If he had been able to the Minister could have walked away though the next hotel bedroom. He lay half in the bathtub covered in bricks and masonry. I could see into the next room through where the dividing wall had been. Most of the floor was missing.

"Can everybody move?" I asked. "We have to get out of here."

I stepped out into the corridor and looked in both directions. It was empty of people but full of dust and debris.

The door to the room opposite still stood open and I crossed the corridor and looked inside. My stomach knotted at the thought of what I would see.

The two girls still sat on the bed with their arms around each other. Apart from a fine covering of dust nothing appeared to have changed.

"One of the girls looked up at me."

"Where's our mother?" She asked.

"I don't know." I replied. "She was downstairs."

The second girl, the younger by a year or so, sniffed.

"Daddies dead."

I didn't know what to say so I hurried to the staircase and looked down. I couldn't hear anything so I crept down to the first floor and listened again. There was some groaning and moaning and someone was crying. I went down the first half flight and peered around the corner into the foyer. 

I heard a movement behind me and turned and saw that the two girls had followed me. Then the others appeared headed by Louise.

I slowly walked down the stairs into the foyer with my revolver held out in front of me.

It looked as if the foyer had taken the direct blast from the shell. There were bodies and body parts everywhere I looked. A bed had fallen through the ceiling above and lay half over the reception counter.

A soldier's rifle lay on the ground in front of me and I bent to pick it up. The woman's leg that was touching it moved as I lifted it. It moved again and I could look between her thighs and see her knickers. I knelt beside her and lifted the blood soaked arm of a soldier from her breasts. Her eyes opened.

She coughed and tried to sit up.

I helped her.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"What happened?"

"We think it was an Artillery shell."

"My daughters." She tried to get to her feet.

"They are fine." I assured her.

"Mummy." 

One of them cried out and I was barged to one side in their haste to get to her.

I looked around and saw Louise and Bill going to the bodies of the casualties. Heather supported my grandfather and Howie stood looking down at the revolver in his hand, he carried the small briefcase in his other. It looked to be fuller than before.

People were coming in through the hole where the front doors of the hotel had been. I could hear a police or ambulance siren in the distance.

"We must go." I urged the others. "There will be plenty of help for them now."

"Where will we go?" Heather asked.

"There is a man I know." Grandfather spoke slowly. "I saw him on Monday. If he is still there he will help."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

The room was spinning as I lay down. I don't drink a lot at the best of times. Shirley shouldn't have opened that second bottle.

I could hear her bed protesting as she made love. She hadn't been expecting Matt to come tonight. Well he was certainly coming now.

I wished I knew where Paul was and that he was all right. The news that evening had talked about the rebels shelling the capitol with Artillery pieces they had either captured or had deserted to them. The position was very confused. All the experts had said how the leadership of the Army's Generals had been inept. Reports coming out of the capitol had spoken of widespread looting and rape. The President had appealed to peace-loving nations to come to his aid. Nobody seemed to want to take him up on that.

The bed across the hall stopped squeaking.

I shouldn't be-grudge Shirley her fun. It had been fun with Ron. 

I turned onto my side and pulled the bed-covers tight about me. I wondered what we do the next time we met. I smiled at the thought of how his prick had filled me. I wanted it again. It or him?

It was raining.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

It was raining.

The sun had gone done quickly as it did in this part of the world. 

At least the shelling of the city had stopped. I wished we had some decent information as to what was going on. The odd radio news bulletin we had manage to catch as we moved through the city streets had been full of statements from the President about how near they were to victory and that people were to stay indoors and not panic.

A curfew was being introduced after dark. How that was to be enforced with the thousands of people on the streets from outside the city I couldn't think.

"We must stop, Paul." Louise said. "They need rest and shelter."

I turned around and looked at the others. Howie was half supporting half carrying my grandfather. Bill and Heather were helping the woman, Gillian. Her daughters, Mandy and Kate brought up the rear. I don't know why I thought of them as girls. They were both past that stage, in their mid-teens or a little older. It had been a struggle to get them to come with us. They had all wanted to stay with the body of their father and husband.

I shivered. The rain had lowered the temperature considerably. I sneezed.

"Excuse me." I said.

We were somewhere in the southern suburbs of the city. There were still a lot of people on the streets all heading towards the city centre. The fine, tall buildings of the centre had been replaced by prosperous looking dwellings at first and now by older, dirtier, more ram-shackled affairs. Some had been broken into while some were boarded up. There was a fierce-looking dog standing by the open door of one. I dreaded to think what he might be protecting inside.

Suddenly the streets were emptying of people. All of the houses were in darkness. The flames of a hundred fires that reflected back from the low clouds coloured everything a dullish red. It looked weird. 

There was a low wall ahead and set back from the street a low long building. School. The sign above the door read.

"Stay here." I said to the others and walked across the rubble-strewn playground to the front doors. 

I wouldn't need a key. Others had already been in there. Most of the windows had been broken and there had been a number of fires started. Still it had a roof.

I hurried back outside.

"Come on." I called softly. "We can shelter here."

I helped Howie with my grandfather and we led the way inside the building. I choose one of the classrooms at the rear of the school away from the direction the rain was coming from. I looked outside. There appeared to be wasteland beyond which I could see the high derricks and cranes of a docks lit by the flames of a number of fires. One by one the fires were dying down. Whether by human hand or the rain I couldn't tell.

"We need a fire." Louise said standing close to me. "And some food and water." 

"All right." I replied. "I'll go." 

"I'll come with you." She said.

I knew I should tell her to stay behind but I didn't really want to go alone.

"Howie." I said abruptly. "See if you can start a fire. Louise and I are going to look for some food."

Howie looked up at me from where he was sitting crossed legged, trying to re-assemble the sub-machine-gun. He had carried it in the briefcase. I hadn't realised that.

"Sure thing, Paul." He replied, continuing his work.

"We won't be long." I said to the others.

Louise placed her hand in mine as we walked back to the main street. Which way? Left would take us in the direction we would be travelling in the morning. Right went back towards the city centre. I could hear the dog barking at something.

"Let's go this way." I said, turning left.

At least the rain had stopped. The road was deserted and very quiet. I could hear a low rumble of noise from the centre of the city occasionally but apart from that we were alone in the world.

The first house had already been ransacked so we moved on.

Three more ransacked houses and we were at a road junction. The sign post gave a road number and pointed left to the Docks. To the right the signpost told me how many kilometres it was to the next sizeable town. There was a dirt track opposite that headed off into some thick scrub land.

There were some quite large houses on the far side of the road leading towards the docks. 

"Let's try there." I suggested.

The first one was fitted with shutters that were locked closed. A car had been set alight in front of the front door and the brickwork was blackened by smoke. I tried to pull the shutters open but could get no purchase for my fingers. We moved around the side of the building then finally the back. Still no luck. Whoever owned this house didn't want anybody to get inside when they were not at home.

"Let's go and try somewhere else." Louise said.

She was acting a bit fidgety.

"Is there anything wrong?" I asked.

There was a few seconds silence.

"I need the toilet." She replied.

She sounded embarrassed.

"Just go the end of the garden." I suggested.

She looked at the distance to the end of the plot.

"Not on my own."

"I'll come with you." I gave her hand a squeeze. "Don't worry. I won't look."

"I haven't any paper."

I took my handkerchief from my trouser pocket and offered it to her.

"Here. Use this."

"You promise you won't look?"

"I promise." I said, taking her hand and leading the way. 

The cloud cover above was breaking up and the moon broke through. It was a little easier to see. There were some shrubs and the far end of the garden and a small shed. The door of the shed was still locked. I threw my shoulder against it. Then a second time. The lock gave and I stepped inside. 

I heard the hiss of Louise's piss from outside the shed then heard her grunt. She must be having a crap. I could do with going myself now.

I was dark inside the shed. I could feel a small workbench on one side cluttered with tools. My fingers closed around what felt like a chisel then a definite hammer. They could come in handy. There was also the pages of a newspaper. I could make use of that as well. 

I stuck the hammer into my belt and the chisel blunt end first into a trouser pocket and felt my way back to the door.

"Have you finished?" I hissed.

"Yes." She replied in a low voice.

"Just one minute." I said stepping out of the shed and moving along the row of shrubs. "I need to go."

I dropped my pants and trousers and crouched with my ass in a shrub. That was better. I used some of the newspaper to wipe myself when I had finished. I pulled up my pants and trousers as I stood up. Louise had moved closer to me and only stood a matter of yards away.

I stepped away from my mess and reached out for her hand. She took mine and moved close. I placed my other arm around her back. She lifted her face so I kissed her.

As our lips parted She rested her head against my shoulder. We just stood there for a few seconds. I could feel my prick growing. So must she for she moved gently from side to side, rubbing her pubic mound against it. She sighed gently as I listened intently for any sounds in the darkness.

"We must get on." I said pushing her away gently, my fully hard prick was throbbing. "The others will be getting worried."

"The others?" She spoke in a low husky voice. "Of course. What are we going to do?"

I knew what I wanted to do.

"I'm going to try to break into the house through the back door. It might be our best hope of getting something. The fire out front might have made people passing by think that the house had already been looted.

"Okay." She agreed.

I rubbed my prick through my trousers as we turned towards the house. I glanced at Louise. She was watching me, smiling.

I suddenly wanted to fuck her really badly.

Instead I took a deep breath and hurried to the back door. It was solidly built with a heavy coat of varnish on it. I imagined it to be some manager in the docks house. It took me ten minutes to chisel out the lock. Ten minutes and two blisters. Finally the door opened and we stepped inside. It was dark. It took a few seconds before I could see anything but gradually I could make out a sink unit and a large table. We were in the kitchen. 

Louise took my hand in hers. 

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Just a little frightened." She confessed. "It's very dark."

"Do you want to stay there while I look around?"

"No."

I placed my arm around her waist and she leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Do you think we will get away all right?" She asked.

"If this friend of grandfather's is still there."

"What if he isn't?" 

I pulled her close and cuddled her. 

"There is going to be a lot of fighting around here." She continued.

Yes, what if he wasn't there? What if we were still here when the rebel troops arrived? We could hardly go back into the city and ask the government troops for protection. One of their senior Ministers had died in our company. Other members of the government and Army were probably waiting for a share of the bonds with which to make their escapes with. They wouldn't be pleased when they found out that the bulk of the bonds were in a hotel safe in Miami. Then there were the women and girls. 

Then there was my prick.

It was growing again. Sticking up hard. Louise pushed herself against it.

"We can't." I said as she pulled my head down to her own.

"Please." She urged in a whisper as our lips parted. "I want you to."

I could feel her fingers on my zip. My own hands had already moved down to her ass cheeks without any instructions from me. There was an urgency, a need in me stronger than anything I could remember feeling before. I wanted to take this woman.

I pushed her back against the table and helped her lie down upon it. She lifted her legs as I undid her trousers and almost tore them from her. Her panties came next. I threw them to the ground behind me. I pushed two fingers inside her, ramming them in and out. She cried out loud once then reached down between her legs and pulled me towards her by my prick. I moved forward and pushed it inside her. She moaned out loud as I thrust in and out of her. Her fanny lips gripped me like her fingers had a few seconds before. She came before I did. Just. I pumped my come into her then stood still, breathing deeply.

She gasped as I pulled my prick from her hole. I put it away inside my trousers and helped her to sit up. I placed my arms about her and hugged her. 

We remained like that for a minute. Neither speaking. Just holding each other.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18z



Copyright 2003 by PAUL C.

All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 26.

Jenny.

It felt lovely. Lying on my back with Paul thrusting his prick in and out of me. I loved the way his eyebrows furrowed as he was building to his climax. It was as if he had a weighty problem to consider. Then the smile that always broke out all over his face after he finished coming as if he were very pleased with himself.

I was usually very pleased with him.

He was a very sensitive lover. He knew exactly where to touch me. He was better at that than any of the others I had let do it. Not that there had been many others.  My only other steady boyfriend had never really been very good at it. I'd had to show him where my clit was and what I wanted him to do to it. But then I was never really comfortable holding his prick when I used to bring him off behind the bus shed after we had been to the pictures. 

I wondered what Peter was doing now? I knew he was married and to a girl in the year below us at school. 

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on Paul's bedside table. The alarm would be going off in five minutes. My throat felt dry. Too much wine the night before.

I lay on my back and raised my knees beneath the bedclothes as if I was preparing myself to be mounted by Paul. I felt my fanny lips opening and reached down with one hand to assist them. One finger found its way between them and I closed my eyes. It did feel nice.

Ron's face appeared above me as he had looked the previous day as he had me as I lay in the same spot. I could still feel him inside me. He wasn't that he was much longer than Paul's but it was certainly thicker.

I reached down with my other hand and held my fanny lips wide open as I slid a second finger inside my hole. I would probably need a third to imitate Ron's prick. I didn't feel like doing that this morning. It was nice like this.

Should I ask Ron if he wants to have me up my bum? I wondered if it would shock him. I didn't think it likely he had ever had it that way before, not judging by the way I'd had to show him where my anus was and how to rub it.

The alarm clock started ringing so I released my fanny lips and reached out to switch it off.

I should really get up. But it was warm in bed and my fanny was lonely. 

I wondered what Paul was doing. I did hope he was all right even though the American Embassy had been in touch with a message from the British Consul that Paul's grandfather had been released from custody and had been collected by Paul. Nobody seemed to know where they had all gone since.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

I looked at my wristwatch. It was just after two o'clock in the morning. That would make it just after seven in England. Jenny would be getting up now.

Two Land Rovers drove past at speed followed a few minutes later by a small convoy of lorries. It sounded as if they had turned right at the junction. It must be the government re-positioning its troops under cover of darkness.

Another hour to go and I could wake Howie. I was really looking forward to some sleep. 

The others had lit a fire by the time we returned carrying some tinned food, two bottles of wine and a saucepan full of water. I had only found one cup in the time we stayed in the house. It looked like part of a rather elegant tea service and the girls and my grandfather used it to drink the water. Howie's pen-knife had a cork screw and tin opener on it so we opened the wine and half the tins and passed them around using some broken pieces of wood as spoons and drinking from the necks of the wine bottles.

We had discussed our situation in depth for an hour or so. Grandfather's friend owned an old plane and he was certain that he would be willing to fly us out if he hadn't already gone himself. Grandfather informed me that it had been his and Roddrego's intention to charter the plane and fly up to the Ruby mine but events had over-taken them. 

We were going to stay where we were until just before first light around six then make our way as quickly as possible to Grandfather's friend's place on the river. What would happen if he wasn't there we hadn't dwelt on.

The best anyone could come up with was to try to get to the rebel lines and tell them what good friends we were of Roddrego.

It wasn't much of a plan. But Grandfather had always said that the best plans were the simplest ones.

There was a movement in the room we were using down the corridor from where I stood. A curly head popped out and looked from left to right.

"Hello." Heather said in a low whisper. "I need the loo."

"Alright." I said. "I'll come with you." 

Carrying my revolver in front of me I lead the way to a wooden structure that covered a series of holes that lead directly into the sewers below.  The moon was shining bright now and visibility was a good fifty yards. I took out my prick and pissed against the side of the building whilst Heather was inside. I shook it off and pushed it away as Heather came out fastening the top button on her jeans.

"I haven't seen you much today." She said, stopping before me and standing on tiptoe to kiss me.

"It's been a busy day for all of us." I gave her a hug. "Are you sorry you came?"

"No." She replied. "I thought things like this only happened in stories. Now here I am in the middle of a revolution."

"You know we might not get out of it."

I needed someone I could voice my own fears to.

"I'm sure you'll get us out of here."

"Why me?"

"Your Grandfather was telling us some stories about you. And your wife."

"Was he?"

I released her and, taking her by the hand led the way back to the schoolhouse.

"I'd like to meet Jenny one day."

Over my dead body.

"She sounds interesting." She continued.

"Yes. I suppose she is." I agreed.

I didn't like it when either Heather or Louise mentioned Jenny. Guilty conscience I supposed.

"Are you going to go back inside and get some sleep?" I asked her as we stood outside the classroom we were using.

"Do you want me to?" She replied standing close enough for me to feel the heat from her body.

I placed the hand not holding my revolver on the small of her back and pulled her to me. We kissed. I pushed the tip of my tongue against her lips then inside her mouth. Her own tongue met it and they fenced. Fiercely at first then they both relaxed into a gentle exploring.

My hand moved down to her ass cheeks and I cupped one. It filled my hand with a little to spare. I placed my revolver into my trouser pocket and grabbed hold of her other cheek. She ground her pubic mound against my prick as I squeezed them then pulled and pushed at them.

I looked into her eyes as we broke our kiss. They were wide open with desire. My prick was getting harder by the second. Where could we go?

I looked down the long corridor that ran the length of the long low building. By the main entrance were two offices and then four classrooms with a small room that could be a store at the far end. The main office, which might have been the teacher's rest room as well, had been well and truly vandalised. Somebody had tried to set alight to the second, probably the Heads office. Hardly a stick of furniture remained intact in any of the classrooms. 

I took Heather's hand and led her two classrooms down from where the other's slept. It was a shambles like the others but there was a fairly clear space inside the door where we had taken some of the broken benches to use as firewood. They hadn't burnt very well. We had used the legs mainly with some books as kindling. We had had to keep it fairly small for fear of attracting the attention of others.

The door stood open on one hinge and I didn't try to close it in case the noise woke the others. 

"It's the best I can think of, I'm afraid." I said apologetically undoing the top of her jeans and pulling down the zip.

"I hope I don't get any splinters in my bum." She replied, wriggling it as I struggled to pull her jeans and knickers off. 

"We could do it doggy fashion." I suggested standing upright and easing a finger inside her.

"If that's how you would like it." She gasped as I moved my finger in and out. 

"There'll be two of us there." 

Her fingers unzipped me and pulled my prick out.

"You chose." I continued, breathing heavily as she stroked me.

"You're the man."

"Doggy fashion then."

I managed to open her ass cheeks and place a fingertip against her anus. She smiled as I rubbed it in time with the movements of my finger in and out of her fanny. Then she kissed me lightly and turned away from me. I pulled my finger from her.

"See you later." She said softly as she sank to her hands and knees and offered up her bare buttocks.

I quickly dropped to my own knees behind her and pushed my pants and trousers down to my knees. It was certainly an inviting sight, her ass in the half-light inside the classroom. 

I felt them. Running my hands over them from the tops of her thighs to the small of her back. 

I heard her sigh and she pushed back towards me. I wasn't in a hurry. Having fucked Louise four hours or so before had taken the edge off my sexual appetite and whilst I wanted to fuck Heather now it wasn't with the same urgency as before.

I ran my thumb between her ass cheeks. I felt her shiver as it touched her anus.

"That's nice." She whispered.

I replaced my thumb with the tip of my middle finger and felt the tight folds of skin that surrounded her anus. 

She sighed again. Then a little groan of disappointment as I took my finger away completely.

"Shush." I hissed softly.

I held my finger beneath my nose for a second breathing in her smell. Then I worked up a sizeable amount of saliva that I applied to my finger with my tongue. I could taste her now. A bitter taste.

I replaced my finger against her anus and worked my saliva into and around her hole. Another trip with my finger from anus to mouth to anus and I considered her prepared enough.

I pushed my finger slowly inside her. I felt her buttocks tighten around my hand and heard her stifle a cry.

I pulled my finger out and applied more saliva to the end. I placed it against her anus again, it went in easier this time. She still gasped but her anus didn't try to expel me. I pulled it back and pushed it further inside. Heather adjusted her position on the floor before me. Opening her thighs wider for me. I caught the first smell of her fanny. My prick jerked fully upright. 

I took my finger from her ass and moved my hand down to her fanny. She jerked away slightly as I touched it then settled back. I worked one finger then a second inside her. I could feel her lubricant increase. Smell it.

Leaving one finger inside her as a guide I moved forward letting my prick slid along the palm of my hand until it touched her lips. I pushed the tip inside. Pulled back slightly and took my hand away as I pushed forward again. She arched her back as I entered her. One more thrust and I was fully inside.

I kept still for a few seconds listening to the sounds of the night and savouring the sensations coming from my prick.

I placed my hands upon her hips to hold her steady then began to slide in and out of her. I heard her groan out loud and felt her fanny tighten about my prick. I quickened my strokes my skin slapping against hers. 

"That's right." She mumbled.

I hoped it was.

Her fanny was tightening again. This was good. Faster. 

"Ah." I sighed loudly as I came.

I heard footsteps outside.

"Paul." My grandfather spoke. "Are you there?"

I certainly was.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18za



(All characters are fictitious. No resemblance to anyone alive or dead is intended).

Rubies are Red. Part 27.

Paul

I stood in the corridor and watched Heather's back as she walked back to the room the others were sleeping in. My grandfather stood looking out of the window at a fire that lit up the centre of the city.

"Well?" He asked when the others had gone. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I." I didn't know what to say.

He was my grandfather. I could hardly tell him it was none of his business as Heather had done.

"Do you really know what you have done?" He went on as if I hadn't started to speak.

"I didn't mean to." I lied.

"Oh it was your first time together. A spur of the moment thing."

He took my words right out of my mouth.

"Well?"

"No. We have done it before."

"When?"

"In London and in New York and Miami."

"You are a married man." He spoke in a whisper full of emotion. "How could you do this to Jenny? I thought you loved her?"

"I do." I said hanging my head.

"There is so much of your great Uncle Alistair in you." He was looking in the far distance. "Too much in many ways. He broke his wife's heart."

He left it hanging there. How? Why?

I'd never really known Alistair. He had died when I was two but I did know Natasha. A tall thin beautiful woman, even in middle age and beyond. But she always seemed sad. Her children from her first marriage had died young and she and Alistair had never had any of their own.

Natasha had died when I was fifteen and had left me the block of apartments in London. Her and Alistair had moved into the block in the late twenties and had purchased the freehold to each apartment when it had become available.

"You are becoming too much like Alistair."

"I won't do it again." I promised as I had to my parents and grandparents so many times in the past.

"I hope you won't." He turned and looked at me. "Try to think of Jenny. What would she think if she knew?"

"I know." I mumbled.

I tried not to think of Jenny and what she would think. I was never going to do this again.

He moved slowly to the front door, stopping once as he was overcome by a burst of coughing.

He went outside and I followed stopping at the end of the building while he went and relieved himself in the toilet block.

Howie was standing by the main entrance when we returned. He was yawning and stretching.

"Okay Paul." He said, fingering the sub-machine gun. "I'll take over now." 

I nodded and said goodnight then followed my grandfather in the sleeping room. 

"Get some sleep," he whispered as I lay down in the spot recently vacated by Howie, "It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."

I turned onto my side and pulled the fragment of old curtain Howie had used a blanket about me. 

Sleep. Fat chance of that.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny

I replaced the receiver on Paul's mother, Mary. The Foreign office had heard nothing more about Paul or my grandfather since the previous afternoon when the American Ambassador in South America had managed to get list of all foreigners being held by the government.

No news is good news they had insisted to Mary when she had phoned earlier. The latest news on the radio was that the government leaders were seeking meetings with the rebel leaders. Both sides had agreed to stop all hostilities and the movement of troops until that meeting had taken place.

My heart wasn't really into preparing to deliver my formal lesson the following morning.

Also, I was going off the thought of meeting Ron again that afternoon.

It hadn't been all that great with him so far anyway. When you discounted the size of his prick that is. Perhaps I should really put it down to nerves on both our parts. Although he was lasting longer each time we did it. That was one good thing. And he was certainly gentle if clumsy.

But, did I really want him again? Had I really wanted him in the first place? Or was it I had wanted the thought of having him? Still I couldn't undo what had happened. 

He had had me. Well at least he wasn't going to tell anybody. Shirley was sound as well. That left Matt. Shirley was keeping him too busy at present to think about anything else I would have thought and he had nothing to gain by telling anyone. So I was safe so far.

Why had I let Ron have me? Was I just using him as a safety valve to release the tensions I was feeling over Paul and these bloody exams? I should have gone with Paul and said sod the exams. I could have always come back next year and started the course again.

No. That would have been silly. When he left there was not expected to be any problems. He had only to fly down there and make sure two obstinate old men caught the plane back with him. It should have easy. A long boring plane flight. Then five or six nights in various hotel rooms. 

Should I try to ring Ron and tell him this evening was off? No, I couldn't do that. Just don't turn up then? No, I couldn't do that either. I would have to meet him and tell him that it was over. It was very nice. Thank you very much. It's over now.

Yes. That would be the best way to play it. 

Surely I could keep my legs together long enough to do that?

If only he didn't look at me or stand too close.

Oh, Paul. Why aren't you here when I need you?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul

Somebody was shaking my shoulder. 

"Go away." I muttered, brushing at their hand with my own. 

I didn't want to wake up.

"Come on Paul." Louise said. "Have some baked beans."

I blinked open my eyes. It was broad daylight. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. 

"We are leaving in five minutes." Louise's face came into focus. "Eat this."

She placed a tin of warm beans wrapped in a piece of torn cloth into my hand. I was hungry I realised and scooped out some of the contents with one of the pieces of splintered wood we were using as spoons and ate. I looked around the room. Heather was sitting in the furthest corner from me. She didn't look happy. Louise was moving away, my eyes had to follow her ass as she got to her feet and walked across to where my grandfather was standing in conversation with Bill.

I smiled at Heather and received a grimace in return. She must have been talking to my grandfather.

Howie must still be outside on guard. Gillian, Mandy and Kate looked as if they had been crying all night. I felt really sorry for them.

I finished eating and climbed stiffly to my feet. 

Howie suddenly burst into the room.

"Quickly everybody." He said, looking continuously over his shoulder. "There are some men outside. I don't like the look of them. They are going from house to house."

We all followed Howie out into the front corridor.

There were a dozen or so men. They certainly weren't government troops whilst some did wear bits of Government Issue uniform. I saw a boy or young man break cover from the doorway of one of the houses on the far side of the street. He ran fast. Dodging this way and that. I wanted to cheer for him. 

One of the men fired his rifle twice and the boy fell to the ground.

Other men were entering the house from which he had run. I could hear the screams of some women.

"Quickly." My grandfather urged. "Now's the time to go."

"Aren't you going to help them?" Kate asked.

"No." Grandfather replied firmly. "I'm sorry. There are too many of them and too few of us."

He looked at Gillian. She nodded. 

"Come on." She urged her daughters gently. "Do as Mr Wagstaffe says."

"Let's leave through the window of the classroom." Grandfather said leading the way. "If we keep the school between us and them we should reach those houses."

He pointed to the line of houses opposite the one Louise and I had visited the night before.

"I think these are advance scouts for the main body." He said as we all started to climb through the window in the room we had slept in. 

"Paul." Grandfather looked at me. "There is a crossroads over there."

"I know it." I said. "A main road and a dirt track." 

"Where we are going is an good couple of hours on foot down that track." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "They mustn't follow us. They would overtake us in minutes and you know what would happen to the girls."

He looked at me.

"I'll stay." Howie interrupted. 

Stay?

"No." Grandfather replied. "It should be me. I will slow everyone up. You can move a lot faster without me."

"Not if you have Howie to help you." I knew what he wanted now and my anus tightened. "Howie. Help my grandfather. Carry him if you have to. Now go."

"When you see us reach the houses come quickly." Grandfather said as Howie lifted him bodily through the window. "Don't fire at them unless you really have to."

Yes. I did think of that. If I fired then there would be no way I would make it across the shrub land to the houses. Alive.

I smiled at my grandfather and watched him hobble off with Howie supporting him on one side.

I climbed out of the window and ran to the corner of the building furthest from the house where the men were.

I heard a girls voice cry out in pain, calling for her mother. My stomach turned. I wanted to be sick. Then I was angry. I thought this is how Howie must have felt the previous day. Helpless to prevent what had been happening at first and then, when he could do something he lost all control. He still didn't look right. I wondered if any of us would be the same if we got out of here.

I looked over my shoulder. The others were making good progress. Another couple of minutes. I held my revolver in my hand. I had twelve bullets. Not that I could hit anything at the distance the men were away.

A noise at the front of the school dragged my eyes up from my gun.

An old Bedford lorry with an open topped back was pulling up. A man was standing up in the back. There was a heavy machine-gun attached to the metal frame that would once have supported the lorries canvas roof. He swung it from side to side. Covering the street in front of them. 

A man came out of the house and waved at them. The driver switched the engine off. The man walked around to the driver's side of the vehicle and they held a brief conversation. The man in the back of the lorry climbed down and the driver left the cab.

They followed the man into the house.

Now if I could get hold of that lorry. That would turn a two-hour odd walk into a twenty-minute drive. Could I do it? Not be standing there and thinking about it certainly.

I sprinted to the side of the lorry, keeping it between the house and me.

I reached the cab and placed my hand on the handle to open the door. As I opened it a boy carrying a rifle walked around the front of the vehicle. His eyes opened wide in shock, then his mouth to shout. I pulled the trigger of my Revolver and he took two steps backwards and fell onto his back. There was a look of surprise on his face.

I climbed into the cab. Thankfully the keys were in the ignition. I turned it and the engine fired into life. A man appeared in the doorway of the house. I fired at him and he disappeared from view as I put the lorry into reverse and let out the clutch.

The clutch pedal shot up hitting my shin. I cried out but kept my right foot on the accelerator. He lorry moved backwards. I crunched over something. More men were coming out of the doorway. I extended my arm out of where the windscreen would have been if all the glass in the cabin hadn't been removed and fired twice. I saw one man fall. 

I was thirty yards away. Now forty. Some of the men were firing at me. I ducked down. Bullets were pinging off the front of the vehicle. I expected to hear the engine die but it continued to run smoothly. There was a hissing sound as the spare tyre on top of the engine cover was hit.

I was over one hundred yards from the group of men. They were starting to run after me.

I had reached the crossroads. I could see Louise and Heather. They turned and ran back behind the wall of a house. I stopped the lorry and put it into first gear. Fighting with the steering wheel I headed off towards the docks. 

"Heather. Louise." I shouted as I reached the house they had disappeared behind.

I looked to my left. Howie was pointing his sub-machine-gun at me. For a second I was sure he was going to fire.

I saw my grandfather place his hand on Howie's arm and say something in his ear.

"Come on." I called. "Quickly."

The others appeared and I dropped down from the cab to help them into the back. 

The rear of the lorry was lined with sand bags as protection for passengers. There were some heavy sheets of metal dropping down behind the rear wheels. They had tried to plate the vehicle with some sort of armour.

I lifted the tailboard as the last woman climbed up. It was very heavy. There was a ping and a spark about an inch from my head as I secured it into place.

"Get down everyone." I heard Howie shout. 

There were more shots from behind me. Then there was a scream from one of the women. Then the loud Rat-Tat-Tat as somebody opened up with the heavy machine gun in the back of the lorry.

I climbed back into the cab and saw Louise sitting in the passenger seat. I threw the gear lever into first, over-revved the engine and released the clutch collecting another knock on my shin as I released it.

We were heading towards the docks. Tall buildings flanked both sides of the river mouth. Most were smouldering either from the fires started by looters or from the shelling it must have been subjected to. All the berths were empty.

I stopped. We were only a mile or so from the crossroads but we needed to take stock.

I climbed down from the cab and walked to the rear of the lorry. 

"Is everyone all right?" I asked helping Louise up into the rear of the lorry with a hand on her ass cheeks.

"Heather's been shot." Kate replied. 

She sat propped up against the rear of the drivers cab. She was holding one arm in a makeshift sling across her body. The arm of her shirt was soaked in blood. Gillian was kneeling by her injured side. Her daughters crouched on the other side.

She lifted her head and smiled weakly. She looked pale and in pain.

"How is she?" I asked Gillian, kneeling at Heather's feet amongst a small pile of empty cartridge cases.

"I think her arm is broken." She replied.

"How do you feel?" I looked into Heather's eyes.

"I want to go home." She sniffed.

"Soon." I promised.

Grandfather was laying on his side his head resting on Bill's lap. He didn't look well.

Howie was standing up in the middle of the lorry, the machine-gun butt still pressed against his shoulder. He was looking back over the way we had come. There was a light in his eyes I found uncomfortable.

We had to make some quick decisions.

"If they are following they will be here in ten or fifteen minutes." I told everybody.

Everybody looked back at me.

"We can drive on but I think that this road goes back into the city."

Not much help from anyone so far.

"We can go back and hope they haven't followed us or perhaps wait here until dark."

Howie was moving the barrel of the machine-gun. I looked to where it was pointing. A number of men were coming out of the remains of some of the warehouses. They didn't look to be armed so I climbed down from the lorry and started to walk towards them. I heard to sound of somebody climbing down behind me and looked to see Louise hurrying after me.

I stopped five yards from where the men had halted, their eyes mostly on Howie and his weapon.

"What do you want?" A hard looking man in his early fifties carrying a metal crowbar asked roughly.

"We are trying to get to the old airfield." I replied. "There are some rebel soldiers at the crossroads. We do not want any trouble. We only want to get away from here."

"You have guns?"

"Yes we have guns."

There was a moment's silence.

"We need guns." The man took a pace forwards.

I took my revolver from my trouser pocket.

The man stepped back.

"Don't shot him." Louise said.

"I don't want to." I replied.

I hadn't reloaded. How many bullets did I have? 

I could hear the sound of shooting from the direction of the crossroads. I wished I knew what was happening. I turned my head towards the noise.

More shooting. Then more still. There was the sound of an explosion. More shooting. Then silence.

I looked at man. He had gone with his friends.

"Come with me," I said to Louise, "let's see what's going on."

I took her hand and we started back towards the crossroads keeping as close to the road edge as possible. 

There was a single column of smoke rising up ahead. It was white and went straight up into the air. It was getting hot. I could feel the sweat running down my back. I looked at Louise. Her face was flushed and I could see some beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Hot, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied, turning her head towards mine.

"About last night." She continued.

"I enjoyed it." I offered my reassurances thinking she was talking about our fucking on the kitchen table of the house we'd searched for food.

"So I heard." She replied coolly.

"Oh." Now what do I say?

"We could all hear you." She looked straight ahead. "Or rather we could all hear Heather."

I'd forgotten that she became quite vocal when we did it. I was used to it I supposed. 

"Sorry. It won't happen again." Well I couldn't see myself having her again soon. Not if her arm was broken.

"I like Heather." Louise said. "I can see why you would want to have her."

"Shush." I said pulling her behind the wall of a house.

I looked around the edge. I could see some men moving about in the distance. There looked to be a vehicle on its side. The smoke was coming from that. We were still too far away to see clearly.

"Let's get closer." I said.

I was still holding her hand so I gave it what I hoped was a reassuring squeeze. I felt her return the pressure.

We moved forward another couple of hundred yards keeping in the shade from the houses as much as possible. We were still a couple of hundred yards away from the crossroads when we stopped again. There was a lot of movement ahead. Some more vehicles were arriving from the direction of the city. Land Rovers and Lorries. I could see a small group of men being lined up against the front of the house next to the one Louise and I had made love in the night before. A man was shouting at them and another man opened up on them with a machine-gun mounted on the back of a Land Rover. They crumbled to the ground.

Louise gasped beside me so I placed an arm about her shoulders.

The men, who looked like Government soldiers were climbing back into their vehicles and they drove off away from us.

Suddenly all was quiet.

"Let's get the others." I said to Louise, starting back towards the docks. "This could be our chance."

I heard the sound of the machine-gun firing ahead of us. What was happening? What should we do? 

Then the lorry appeared. I couldn't see who was driving but I could see there were some people struggling in the back. A man fell from the side of the lorry quickly followed a second. One climbed to his feet, looked in our direction and turned and ran. The second man lay still.

We stepped out into the road so that the driver of the lorry could see us. It stopped, jerked forward and stalled. Bill opened the cab door and climbed from the cab into the rear of the lorry.

"I'm glad you are back." She said, bending to rub her shin, her fingers came away smeared red. "Bloody machine."

"The road ahead is clear at the moment." I told the others as I pushed Louise up into the cab with my hands on her ass cheeks and climbed up behind her. "Keep your heads down just in case."

I switched on the engine. It spluttered then fired. 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18za



My heart settled down and I put the lorry into gear and headed for the crossroads.

It appeared deserted as we arrived. Without waiting I turned the lorry onto the dirt road and we bounced away into the jungle. I thought I heard Heather cry out once and looked over my shoulder into the back through the window in the rear of the cab. 

I could see Howie. Still standing up holding the machine-gun. The others were out of sight.

"How did you learn how to drive one of these?" Louise asked.

I slowed down. No point in killing anyone in the back.

"Do you remember Len?" I looked across at her.

"Yes." She nodded. "He was at your wedding."

Thanks.

"Well his father owns a freight business." I explained. "He must have around twenty lorries and when we were younger some weekends we would help Len if he had the job of cleaning them. He taught us how to drive them to move them from their parking bays to the cleaning area and back again." 

"I don't speak very much Spanish but did you say something about an airfield earlier?"

"Yes." I replied. "After the first World War my grandfather and grandmother came down to South America. Apparently a lot of former pilots did. Well they settled here and he helped set up the countries air force and the beginnings of their airmail service. Then there was the revolution and they had to get out quick."

"He's lived an exciting life, your grandfather."

"Yes. They did lots of things in the Second World War. They haven't told me everything yet."

"They?"

"My great uncle, Alistair, grandfather, father, Roddrego, Michael de Vane."

"And now you are following on."

"I hardly think so."

"Of course you are." 

She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed it. The long gear lever waved between us. I placed my hand upon it to steady it.

"What about that black panther?" She continued, her hand still on my thigh. "Then that rapist in the hospital. Then the fire in the pub and the extortionist in London. Then saving me. Then your cruise to Haiti and what happened there. Then Howie's wedding and what you did for me then."

She knew more about me than I did myself. That would be Carole telling her those stories.

"Mostly accidents." I said.

And they were. I never went anywhere looking for bother. It just had a knack of finding me and wrapping itself around me, stroking me. As Louise was doing to my thigh.

I could feel my prick growing. Starting to make a little tent in my trousers. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that nobody was looking so I took my hand from the top of the gear stick and guided her hand onto it.

That felt nice. All thoughts of my promise to my grandfather had left me as her fingers started moving. Up and down the length of my prick. I wanted to lean back and close my eyes and wallow in the sensations she was creating but I had to watch the road and over my shoulder.

She moved her fingers known the length of my prick and wormed them between my thighs to cup my balls. I tried to open my legs and keep my foot on the accelerator.

This wasn't going to work. I pulled her hand back onto my prick and unzipped my flies. With difficulty we managed to get the end of my prick through the opening and her hand closed around it. She moved it up and down uncovering the head of my prick as she did so.

I glanced at Louise. She smiled at me.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled it down towards my lap. She resisted at first and increased the movements of her hand. I pulled again. She looked over her shoulder in the rear of the lorry and moved her head towards me. I almost left the road as her lips closed about my prick. Her head bobbed up and down. A movement outside the lorry caught my eye for a second but it had gone. We turned a corner. Louise's head still moving up and down. We were going faster. I was gasping for air. My balls were lifting. I was coming. 

Once, twice, three times I shot into the back of her throat. I felt her swallow, then start lifting her head. 

Another corner. The road was blocked by a barbed wire covered wooden obstacle. I stood on the break, trapping Louise's head between my stomach and the steering wheel. I heard Heather cry out in pain and Howie swear then apologise. 

The lorry stopped with its front bumper toughing the obstacle. I sat back in my seat and reached into my trouser pocket for my revolver as Louise lifted her head.

"Keep your hands where I can see them." 

The face of a man in a drab green uniform wearing a tin helmet festooned with plant life appeared at my window. 

Another was at Louise's. There were more in front of us and I could hear voices coming from the rear of the lorry. 

I did as I was told, placing both my hands on the steering wheel. The man was looking at my crotch. I looked down. My prick was sticking out of my fly-hole wet with Louise's saliva. I looked at her. She licked her lips. Swallowed. Then smiled.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zb



Copyright 2003.  All rights reserved.

(All characters are fictitious.  No resemblance to anyone alive or dead is intended).

Rubies are Red.  Part 28.

Jenny.

It was fully dark as the wheels of my VW Beetle crunched over the short gravel drive that led to the front of Paul's grandfather's house.  I glanced at my wristwatch under the courtesy light as I opened the door of the car.

It was five forty-five.  

I had agreed to meet Ron at six.  I could put the kettle on and have a cup of tea.  Not that I really wanted one.  My stomach had been tied up in knots all day.  Worry about Paul, then my exam the following day and then having to end an affair on top of it.

There had been no word about him.  The British Consol had left the capitol and was in a neighbouring country as were most diplomats. 

There had been reports of a United States Naval Task Force off the coast.  But they didn't seem to be doing anything.

I closed the car door, locked it and hurried up to the front door.  It was starting to spit with rain.  I took the keys from my coat pocket and opened the door to let myself in.  It was cold and dark inside.

I stood still for a moment almost expecting Paul's old dog Millie to come bounding up to greet me.  That would never happen again.

I turned on the lights, used the control panel to turn off the alarms, hung up my coat and walked down the short corridor beside the staircase to the kitchen.  I opened the door and turned on the lights.  It looked very empty.

Probably it would be no use making tea anyway.  There wasn't likely to be any milk fit for use in the fridge.   

I shivered.  It was cold in the house.  There was no point in lighting a fire in the front room.  I wasn't intending being there long enough for it to take effect.  I could switch the central heating on.  If only for half an hour.  It would take the chill off the air.

I went back into the corridor and stood in front of the large panel in front beside the kitchen door.  Alarm controls on the top.  Heating below that.  I could never get the hang of how this thing worked.  It could be set to come on three times a day if you knew how to do it.  Start dials, stop dials.  I turned one until I heard the water pump in the airing cupboard at the top of the stairs spring into life.  The boiler for the central heating was in the cellar.  I did know that.  

I placed my hands on the radiator in the hallway.  It vibrated slightly but didn't feel any warmer.  I adjusted its setting to maximum.  I could feel something.

There were footsteps outside.  I could see the shape of a tall man through the frosted glass panel in the front door.  Ron.   There was a knock.

I opened the door and we stood for a second looking at each other.

Now was the time to tell him.  Before he gets inside.

"Hello Ron."  I said.

The phone rang.

I remained where I was, blocking his path.

"Aren't you going to answer it?" He asked. "It might be important."

I might be.  Shirley knew I was here.  Nobody else did.

It might be important.  

I turned away from the door and went to the hall table and picked up the phone.

What if it were Mary?  Suppose somebody had seen me driving through the village and had phoned her.

"Hello."  I hardly spoke above a whisper.

I heard the front door close behind me and the sound of Ron removing his coat.

"Jenny?  Is that you?"  

Shirley's voice filled my ear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.  "Is it Paul?"

"It is Paul.  But nothings wrong."

"What's happening."

"I just had Mary on the phone."

"And?"

Ron was very close behind me his hands were on my hips.

"The foreign office received notification from the United States authorities that Paul and the other's are safe under the protection of the United States Navy."

A wave of relief washed over me.  I found myself leaning back against Ron's body.  His hands were moving onto my stomach, then onto my breasts.

I wanted to cry.

He was pulling up my jumper.  His fingers were on the buttons of my blouse.

"Are you still there?"  Shirley asked.  "It's great news."

"Yes.  I'm here.  I'm just having trouble taking it in."

"Is Ron there?"

"Yes."

"I'll leave you to it.  Bye."

My blouse was open.  He was lifting my bra. 

"Paul's safe."  I gasped as his fingers touched my bare flesh.

"I know."  I could feel my nipples responding.  "Mary told me.  She had tried to get hold of you earlier."

I wanted him.  Inside me.  Now.

"Let's go upstairs."  I said and pulled his hands gently from inside my clothing.

I took him by the hand and led the way to the master bedroom and turned on the light.  The bed was still made.

"Close the curtains please."  I asked, reaching down for the bottom of my jumper and pulling it off over my head.

He stood across the room from me and watched as I undressed.  He didn't move until I was standing in front of him, naked.  Then he crossed the room to me, took me in his arms and kissed me.

I opened my mouth to his tongue.  Feeling it exploring my teeth and gums then pushing hard against my own.

I helped him pull his arms from his jacket and waistcoat as we continued to kiss. Then I pulled back from him as he removed his dog collar and started unbuttoning his shirt.

While he was doing that I undid his belt and unfastened his trousers.  I dropped to my knees in front of him and undid the laces of his shoes and held each one as he lifted his feet from them.  I looked at the front of his trousers, conscious of the large bulge beneath them.  I pulled them down, pulling his underpants with them.  His prick sprung up before me.  It looked so big from this position.  There was a little drop of liquid forming in the little hole at the end.  I stuck out my tongue and licked it off.

I heard him sigh.  

I took hold of his prick with one hand, pulled back his foreskin and guided the head between my lips.  His hands went straight to the back of my head.  For a second I panicked then forced myself to relax.  He wasn't the Roger's family.

His hips started moving and his prick moved in and out of my mouth.  I tightened my lips about it.  He groaned.  His hips moved faster.  I held the base of his prick with one hand and felt his well-muscled buttocks with the other.

"Oh."

I heard him say.

"This feels so good."

Suddenly his entire body stiffened and I felt his prick begin to twitch then jerk from side to side inside my mouth.  My head was knocked backwards by the force of his first ejaculation.  And again with the next two.

I swallowed twice.  Then a third time.

He breathed out heavily.

"I'm sorry."  He mumbled.

I looked up at him, running the tip of my tongue around my lips.

"What for?"  I asked rising to my feet.

He hugged me.

"For doing that."  He looked embarrassed.  "In your mouth."

"That's all right."  I smiled at him and kissed his chin.  "I didn't mind."

"But."

"I didn't mind."  I assured him.  "Let's go to bed."

I pulled back the covers and lay down on the bed.  The bottom sheet was cold so I hurriedly pulled the covers back over me.  Ron lay on his side looking down at my then his hand moved to my breast.

I let my hand slide down between us until I could take hold of his prick and I started to slowly wank it.

He smiled.

"That feels nice." He said, smiling.

"That's not too bad yourself."

He released my breast and used his hand to pull the bedclothes down far enough so that he could see them.  My eyes followed his.  They weren't the biggest in the world by any stretch of the imagination but they were full and firm.  The nipples were little fingered sized.  Paul liked them.  He loved to suck them.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his hand returning to my breast.

"Nothing really."  I lied.

"Alright."  He leaned over me and kissed my forehead.

I placed my spare hand on the back of his head and pushed his mouth down towards my nipples.  I had to release his prick as he moved down the bed.  

His tongue touched one nipple.  I lifted my back from the bed hoping he would take the hint.  He licked it again.

Suck it.  I wanted to scream.

He licked again the closed his lips around it.  He suckled like a baby.  

"Move your head."  I panted.  "Take it in and out."

He was catching on.  He was sucking it now as if it were a little prick.  I held my second nipple towards his mouth and he moved his lips to it.

That was nice. I arched my back.  I was becoming very wet.  I wanted him to touch me but he continued to suck moving from nipple to nipple.

I lifted myself from the bed and rubbed my pubic mound against his hip.

Please touch me.

I couldn't take it any longer and placed both of my hands against the top of his head and pushed.

He lifted his mouth from my breast and looked up at me.

"Please.  Don't tease."

He moved down the bed and between my thighs.  I opened them wide and pulled my knees up to my chest.

I could feel his warm breath against the lips of my fanny.  Then I felt the first tentative touch of his tongue.  It was like an electric shock through my body.  Hardly had I settled down from it and his tongue touched me again.  

"Oh."  I sighed. 

He licked again and again.  Keeping to the outside.  He needed help so I reached down and held my lips apart for him.  This time his tongue was inside me.  Touching my inner walls.  I was in flood.  I pulled at his head trying to direct his tongue at my clit but he moved away from me.  He kissed my navel.  Then he moved up the bed until he loomed above me.

I reached down for his prick.  It was hard and I could feel it throbbing.  I held myself open with one hand and guided him inside me with the other.  He filled me with a thrust.  I almost cried out with the shock.  He was stretching me so much.  Then he pulled back and filled me again.  

I could feel it building with each movement of his prick.  The tension was mounting inside me.  Building.  Building.  He was moving faster.  I wrapped my arms and legs about him.  He was still moving.  I was coming.  I was there.  

He thrust deep inside me and I cried out loud.  Then I felt him come.

We stayed joined for a few seconds.  His sweating face looking down at me.  Then he smiled and pulled his prick from me. 

Something wet was running down towards my anus.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zc



Copyright 2003 by Paul C.

Rubies are Red.  Part 29.

Paul

I turned over in the surprisingly comfortable camp bed and looked at my wristwatch; about the only possession they allowed me to keep.  It was five o'clock.  I felt better for those few hours sleep although I was feeling hungry.

I looked across the tent and saw Howie, asleep in his bed and beyond him my grandfather.  My stomach rumbled.  I was hungry.  They had provided us with water but nothing else since they had stopped us earlier.

I realised I hadn't eaten since that tin of warm beans at six that morning.  

The American troops that had stopped us had what could be best described as a firm but fair attitude.  If you did as you were told.  They were about fifty of them as far as I could judge and the way extra tents were being erected more were expected.  


Grandfather's friend was nowhere to be found and the American Commanding Officer denied all knowledge of him.  We had all been interviewed collectively and singularly and our details taken down.  Howie told me he had a promise from the CO that a message would be sent to notify our families that we were safe.  That was something anyway.

Heather had been taken to a tent on the far side of the airfield that we were told was the first aid post.  They had a medic who visited us to check on our condition and he reassured us he was well used to patching up gunshot wounds and broken arms and that she was going to be fine.

It was beginning to get dark inside the tent.  I couldn't see any form of lighting.  At this rate it would be pitch black in a short time.

I climbed from my bed and walked to the door.  The flaps were only lightly laced so I undid them and stepped outside.  My stomach gurgled again.  A visit to the toilet was called for.  I looked around.  There were surprisingly few troops on view that I could see.  But then I can't have been able to see very well for I didn't notice the man who was standing behind me until I turned my head in his direction.

"Good evening Sir."  He said.  "The Major would like to see you."

"I was looking for the toilets."

"We will pass the heads on the way."  

The soldier held his weapon cradled across the front of his body.  He indicated the way with a movement of the barrel.  I headed in that direction.

After a short stop to relive myself we arrived at one of a number of permanent brick and wood buildings.  They had all seen better days and were in need of repairs.  As I mounted the steps at one end of the building I glanced to my right.  There, parked under a corrugated iron roof was an aeroplane.  I recognised it as one of the amphibious boats used to rescue downed pilots and sailors in the Second World War.  A Catalina I thought they were called.

We walked along the short veranda and entered the building.  There was a corridor that led to the rear with a number of doors on either side.  The soldier knocked on the first door on the left.

"Come."  A voice answered.

I was ushered inside.  The Major sat behind a table on which the small briefcase I had brought from London lay open.  I hadn't realised we had brought it with us from the hotel.  Although, thinking about it Howie had been carrying it out of the hotel. 

He had the four envelopes open and the blank sheets of paper in a pile on one side.  Beside it was a much smaller pile of bearer bonds.  Open in front of him was one of the document folders.

"Sit down. Mr Wagstaffe.  Tell me what you know about this."

"About what?"  I replied sitting in a folding, wooden chair opposite him.

He pulled open a drawer and, after a seconds rummaging, produced my passport. 

"It states here you have the status of a diplomat."

"If it says that."  I replied slowly.

"And you know what the contents of these files are?"

"No."  I confessed.  "My reading Spanish isn't that good and besides I never really had the time to look at them."

"Why were they in your possession?"

"I was asked to bring them over for somebody.  Look, what is this all about?"

"These are geological reports indicating the presence of large untapped deposits of oil and gas off the coast.  They need further investigation but there could be more than there is in some middle-eastern countries."

"That would be very good for the people of this country."

"Certainly for the people who are in charge."  He agreed.

"Where is the Interior Minister?"  He asked after a few seconds silence.

"The last I saw of him he was lying half in and half out of a bath in our hotel."

"You mean he's dead?"

"I think so.  I never checked his pulse."

There was another pause while he looked me up and down.  I looked over his shoulder at an old photograph in a frame on the wall behind him.  Three people standing beside an old bi-plane and one man sitting in the pilots seat.  It was yellow with age and there were dark spots of mildew on it.

The CO's eyes followed mine.  

"What are you looking at?"

"Just the photo.  We have a copy at home."

He stood up and took it down.  Retaking his seat he studied it closely for a few seconds.

"Who are they?"  He asked.

He handed me the picture and I turned it to face him.

"Those are my grandparents."  I said, pointing to my grandfather in the cockpit of the De Haviland aeroplane. "And that is Roddrego and his sister."

"And where are the ladies now?"  He asked, taking back the picture and studying it closely again.

"My grandmother died three years ago in a car crash."  A car crash meant for me I might have added.  "Roddrego's sister.  I'm sorry, I don't remember her name, was raped and killed during the revolution."

I should have remembered her name.  She probably didn't rate much more than a footnote in the history of an insignificant little country but I should have known her name.  How many others would remember her, Roddrego and grandfather, yes.  But who else would?  It was over fifty years ago now.  Perhaps some wizened old man would tell his cronies when he had had too much wine how he had been one of the men who had raped the daughter of a President.  Perhaps that was the only way she was remembered now. 

"And you are saying that you did not know the importance of these papers?"

I shook myself to pay attention to what he was saying. "I didn't."

I wasn't one hundred percent certain I did now.

"Very well."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"  I asked.

"Not everything.  No.  Just let us say that we are here if we are required to help any American nationals that might still be in the country.  I hope that we shall be able to take you away from here tonight or at the latest tomorrow night.  The Government is meeting with the Rebels.  We will be waiting here until we know the outcome.  The bad weather last night has put us behind schedule slightly."

"Must we stay in our tents?" I asked.  "They are getting very dark.  And can we have some food?"

"The kitchens will be firing up now.  We could not cook during the day.  The smoke would be seen for miles."

And why no planes or helicopters would be landing.  

There was only a dirt runway.  It wouldn't be suitable for modern jets but there was room enough for a dozen or more helicopters.

"We will have the mess tent open shortly.  You can all sit in there.  It will be light and warm.  I will have to ask that you remain in there or in your tents.  Corporal."

He barked the last word and the soldier who had brought me here came back into the room.

"Take Mr Wagstaffe back to his tent.  Make sure they have lanterns.  Then take them all to the mess tent."

"Can I have my wallet and passport back?"  I asked.

"Why.  Where are you planning on going?"

"Nowhere.  I just feel better with them."

"I don't see why not.  Here.  We will keep the ones belonging to our citizens."

"My grandfather has the right to live in your country."  I told him as I placed my passport into the breast pocket of my shirt.  "One of your President's gave it to him."

"Really."

He didn't sound impressed.

"Perhaps I had better keep his as well then."

+++++++++++++

Jenny

I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.  It was after ten o'clock.  Ron wife must be getting worried about him.

Ron moved beside me.  

"Ron wake up."  I said, pushing him.

He turned to face me.  His prick pressing into my thigh.

"What is it?"  He asked.

"It's after ten."

"Oh."

He didn't seem surprised.

"What about your wife?"

"Women's Institute outing to the theatre in Bristol.  She won't be back until after midnight.  The baby-sitter is sleeping over."

He pushed his pick against my leg.  I reached down and wrapped my fingers around it.  It was growing.  I pulled his foreskin back and let it slide forward to re-cover his prick's head.  He nuzzled my hair.

His fingers closed about one of my breasts and he began feeling it.  I stroked his prick faster.  His hips were starting to buck so I slowed.  His hand left my breast and ran down across my stomach and over my pubic mound.  I opened my thighs as his finger probed between the lips of my slit for the entrance.  I gasped out loud as he pushed it inside me.  

"Are you all right?" He asked, working his finger in and out like a small prick.

"It's okay.  You just took me by surprise a little."

"My wife doesn't care for this."

"Perhaps you are not doing it right.  Do you ever rub her clitoris?"

His silence told me a lot.

"Here."  I placed my hand on his and pulled his finger from my hole.  "I'll show you."

I covered the back of his hand with mine and folded close all of his fingers except for the longest one in the middle.  Then I guided his finger back to my slit.  His first action was to try and push his finger back inside me but I stopped him with a.

"Steady.  Not yet.  It is nice to have that sometimes but not at the moment.  We're looking for a hard little pea."

I moaned as his finger touched it.

"That's it."  I gasped.  "Not too hard now.  Nice and gently."

I rubbed one side of my cit with his fingertip then showed him how to move it from side to side.  He was a little rough at first but soon settled into a nice pace.

I released his hand.  

"Just keep doing that."

I closed my eyes and smiled, conscious of his eyes upon my face.

"You're doing fine."

He was.  He had a very light touch.  I lifted my hips from the bed slightly to increase the pressure but he moved his finger with me.

"Do it harder." I panted.  "And faster."

He was a good pupil.

I threw my head to one side then back again.  I lifted my hips.  

"Harder." I gasped.

I was feeling so hot inside.  I wrapped my fingers around his prick and stroked it furiously.

I heard him gasp.

"Take me."  I told him, pulling him on top of me by his prick.

Two thrusts and he was inside me.  Two more and I came.  He kept moving.  In and out faster.  I was coming again.  

I could feel his prick jerking inside me.  He stopped moving and looked down at me.  He was smiling.  I smiled back.

"Thank you."  I said lifting my head to kiss his chin.  "That was wonderful."

His smile broadened if possible and he slowly pulled his prick from me.  

"I should be getting back, really."  He said, laying on his side and throwing back the bedclothes to look down on my naked body.

"So should I.  I have to drive back to Bristol."

He ran his fingertips around one of my nipples.  I closed my eyes.  His touch was getting better.

He pushed his prick against my thigh.  It felt wet and sticky.  I placed my hand upon it.  It was growing.  I stroked it back to full hardness.

His fingers were looking for my clit.  I jumped when they touched it.  

"Are you all right?"  He asked, concern in his voice.

"Just getting a little sore."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be.  It's a nice sore."

He pushed his prick against my thigh.

"Does that mean we can't?"

He looked disappointed.

"I'm not that sore."  I said, guiding him on top of me and bending my knees to take him.

But I was going to be.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zd



Copyright 2003 by Paul C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 30.

Jenny.

It hurt to change gear my fanny felt so sore. I smiled at the thought. In fact I don't think I'd really stopped smiling since Ron had last pulled his prick from me.

We had done it four times in less than four hours. I could feel my smile broaden at that thought. It had been very nice. Intense, in fact, at the end. 

I felt great. Sore but great. Now that I knew that Paul was safe I had only my practical test the next morning and that was me finished for three weeks.

I wondered when Paul would be home. Should I stay in Bristol or go down to Somerset? The Foreign Office would be contacting Mary if they had news. All I would be waiting for would be if Paul happened to try to get through on the phone direct to me. Perhaps I should move down to Paul's grandfather's cottage. Shirley could then have the house in Bristol all to herself and Matt.

That could work out very well. And what could be more natural than for the Curate to visit me to check up on developments.

It could work out very well indeed.

I pulled into the short gravel drive the led to the doors of our garage. There were no lights on in the house. Perhaps Shirley was staying over at Matt's. She shouldn't really do that. They could get into trouble if they were caught. Well, certainly Matt would.

I locked the car door and hurried to the front door. It was raining steadily. I turned my key in the lock and stepped inside, turning on the hall lights before taking off my coat and hanging it up. My keys I replaced in my handbag on the hall table checking its contents as I did so. 

Handkerchief, ticket stubs, old receipts, my purse, a lipstick, my pills. I hoped they were working after what Ron had left inside me.

Should I go straight to bed or bath first? I was giving my lesson at eleven thirty so I didn't have to rush in the morning. Shirley was at two. Which meant I would have to hang around until three-thirty to bring her home after she had finished. She needed a car of her own. We couldn't really buy her one. She wouldn't accept it. What if I had Paul buy me a new one and tell her she could have my old one? That might work.

A bath was beginning to sound very tempting so I walked up the stairs and turned on the taps. A quick visit to the toilet seat and some gentle dabbing with some toilet paper followed. I checked I had enough towels, walked downstairs, went into the kitchen and switched on the kettle for a cup of tea. The central heating had switched itself off so I switched it on to manual.

Shit! I hadn't switched the central heating off in Paul's grandfather's cottage. Hopefully nobody would be going there tomorrow. 

The kettle boiled so I made myself a cup of tea and carried it upstairs. As I was about to enter the bathroom I heard a key turn in the front door lock. 

"Hello." Shirley said as she entered brushing raindrops from her coat. "How was it?"

"Quite pleasant thanks." I replied expecting Matt to follow her inside. 

She closed the door. No Matt. I could hear a car outside pulling away.

"Alone?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm on and it would be a bit frustrating to have him here."

"Oh." This could mean a change of plan. "I was hoping to go and stay at Paul's grandfather's this weekend. I was hoping you would be here this weekend in case Paul phoned so you could tell him where I am."

"I'll do that for you. If you want me to." She smiled up at me from the foot of the stairs. "Only quite pleasant?"

"It was very nice. I didn't know if Matt was there."

"Tell me all about it."

"I'm having a bath." I glanced at the tub. The water was close to the top. "The kettle's not long boiled if you want some tea."

"Ok. I'll get one."

I placed my tea mug near the taps. I added some bubbles to my bath and switched off the taps. I undressed and got in. It was too full and water slopped over the side. I could hear the water gurgling out of the overflow hole by my toes. My fanny lips started to sting. I eased them apart then closed them tight with my fingers. That was a little better.

Shirley came in carrying a mug of tea and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat.

"Well?" She asked.



Paul

I leaned back in my chair and stifled a burp.

These soldiers ate surprisingly well considering they were on a secret mission in a foreign land. The coffee was certainly better than you got in the normal US restaurant as well.

Louise looked upset. She blew out a lungful of tobacco smoke. It was the first cigarette I'd ever seen her smoke.

"I didn't realise you smoked." I said letting my knee touch hers beneath the table.

"I'm always giving up." She replied. "You normally see me at those times. The same as Howie." 

I had seen Howie smoking before, and not just cigarettes.

He had acquired a couple of packs from one of the soldiers and was offering one around the table. Bill took one, as did Gillian. I thought I caught a movement towards the packet on the parts of her daughters but they refused politely in the end.

I waved my hand in refusal as I felt the pressure returned beneath the table by Louise. I rubbed my knee up and down against hers.

The corporal I had met earlier came in and stood at the end of the table.

"The Major's compliments." He started, looking us up and down. "We are expecting a number of air movements during the next two hours. The Major wishes you all to remain in here until told otherwise."

"What about our other friend, Heather?" I asked. "Can we see her? She came with me."

He looked at me then at Louise.

"Alright. I'll take you. But it will only be for a few minutes. We are moving her out at the first opportunity."

I stood up.

"If you wouldn't mind." I said. "I'd like to see her again before she goes."

"Very good, sir." The corporal said, hoisting his rifle into a more comfortable position on its strap on his shoulder. "Follow me."

I had to almost run to keep up with him as we skirted the dirt runway and made our way to the tents on the far side of the airfield. The air was filled with the drone of generators that powered a line of bright lights on either side of the runway. Lights were on in the main buildings. 

I could hear what sounded like a swarm of bees approaching. The noise became louder and deeper. Then the air around us was filled with dust from the downdraft of their rotor blades as the first helicopters arrived.

We ducked into the first aid post tent. The medic who had seen us earlier in the day was kneeling beside Heather as she lay on a camp bed. He was fastening straps across her body. There was a drip on a metal frame attached to the bed feeding some sort of liquid into her arm.

She smiled when she saw me. 

"Hello Paul." She said. 

I knelt down on the other side of the camp bed to the medic.

"Hello Heather." I replied. "How are you feeling?"

"Revolutions aren't much fun really."

"I'm sorry I got you into this."

"Don't be." She held up her free hand for me to hold. "It was me that wanted to come. I didn't really give you much choice did I?"

"No. Not really." I agreed.

"When will I see you again?"

"I'm not sure. Soon I expect. The important thing is to get you safe."

Two soldiers entered the tent and the medic stood up.

"Here she is." He said. "Be gentle with her."

Heather's eyes opened wide with apprehension.

"Don't worry." I said. "They know what they're doing."

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her. Her lips felt dry and cracked.

"Jenny is very lucky." She said looking up into my eyes.

The two soldiers loomed over us. I tried to stand up but Heather gripped my hand.

"You'll be all right." I assured her. "Now be good."

"I always thought I was."

There was a tear rolling down from one of her eyes. My own chest was filling with emotion.

"Hey Buddy. We've got to go." One of the soldiers said crouching at the head of the camp bed and taking hold of the handles.

I nodded. I couldn't speak.

We all stood together. The medic took my hand from Heathers. She mouthed something.

"Bye." I managed as they took her from the tent.

"Bye Paul." She replied.

I could tell she was crying. There was a tear on my cheek.

We stood at the tent entrance and watched Heather being carried onto one of the helicopters. I didn't get a chance to see her face again as suddenly the aircraft lifted from the ground. It flew over the main buildings and within seconds I lost sight of it. 

I wondered when I would see her again.

The corporal took me back to the tent. We all drank more coffee and I played footsie with Louise beneath the table.

The tent would fill and empty at regular intervals. At eleven o'clock the corporal came back and told Gill that she and her daughters would be next to leave.

We all walked to the tent entrance together. There were only two helicopters left. Gill turned and kissed me on the cheeks followed by her daughters in turn. 

I smiled at them and watched as they kissed Louise and shook hands with Howie and my grandfather. Then they hurried across to where the nearest helicopter stood waiting. I saw one of them wave as the aircraft lifted and raised my hand in return. The aircraft lifted followed immediately by the second helicopter. One of the machine guns sticking out of the passenger compartment seemed to wave at me and I automatically lifted my hand a second time. 

The silence after they had gone was nearly overwhelming. There wasn't a sound to be heard for a few seconds. 

The generators had been switched off extinguishing all of the lights along the runway and most of the lights in the main buildings. There was a soft glow coming from a number of the tents but one by one most of these went out as well.

"It's time to go back to your tents now." The corporal said in a low voice. "Follow me please."

He walked more slowly this time. I walked by my grandfather allowing him to lean against me now and then. I wondered why they hadn't taken him away. It did seem a little strange as he wasn't a well man although he had perked up a lot after some sleep and some decent food. But I supposed they couldn't take everyone at the same time and the needs of the military had to come first in these circumstances. 

We all stopped at the toilet tent and made use of the holes in the ground, Bill and Louise first. Somebody had placed a toilet roll on the ground by the single lantern. Probably a concession for the ladies. 

I stopped outside the ladies tent as Howie and grandfather entered ours. Bill looked from Louise to me, smiled and ducked inside.

The corporal looked at us.

"Don't leave the tents." He warned. "We don't want the guards to make any mistakes in the dark."

"We won't." I promised.

He left us alone.

Louise stepped closer and I placed my arms around her and held her close.

"We should get away tomorrow night." She said, laying her head against my shoulder.

"Yes." I agreed, feeling my prick hardening between us.

She turned her head to mine and we kissed. Just lips at first, then tongues. My hands moved down her back and cupped her ass cheeks. She reached behind her to pull them away squashing her breasts against my chest as she did so. I could feel the sharp points of her nipples through our clothes.

"Not here." She hissed. "People can see."

I replaced my hands upon her shoulder blades. She ground her pubic bone against my prick for a few seconds.

"You had best go to bed." She whispered. "We might get shot if we go anywhere else."

She was right of course but my prick didn't understand logic. I rubbed it against her. She pushed back.

"I'm sorry." She did sound disappointed. "We can't do anything here."

Her hand slid between our bodies and her fingertips moved up and down the length of my prick. She looked at my face then looked over her shoulders. I did the same. I couldn't see anything.

Her fingers moved to my trouser zip and she slowly pulled it down. Continuously looking about her. I just closed my eyes.

She fumbled about inside the opening in my trousers until my prick was free then started to stroke it. I reached down for her own zip with one hand, unzipped her pulling the elastic of her knickers away from her body and worming my hand inside them.

She kissed my cheek as I felt my way through her tangle of pubic hairs for her slit and worked a finger up inside her. Her thighs twitched as I moved it in and out. Her hand moved faster on my prick. I looked around. Nobody there. Mistake. I was.

I tried to hold back but it was too late. My pricked jerked in her hand spraying the contents of my balls over our clothes and arms.

I moved my finger to her clit. She gasped. Then again. Her fingers were squeezing my prick tight. She pulled me to her and kissed me as I felt her body stiffen. 

I pulled my finger from her knickers and felt her ass cheek. She didn't try to move my hand this time.

"Are you coming to bed, Paul?" Howie asked.

We pulled apart as we heard the flap of the tent moving behind me.

"Night." Louise said and ducked her head into hers.

"I'm coming now." I told Howie, trying to bend to enter the tent and stuff my prick back inside my trousers at the same time.

"Ok." Howie said, moving to one side.

I lay down on my bed, lifted my fingers to my nose and breathed in the smells of Louise's hole. It was a good job nobody saw us.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18ze



Rubies are Red. Part 31.

Paul

The cook smiled broadly at Louise and myself as he spooned our breakfast onto our metal plates. Every time I looked around the room while we ate I could see the eyes of the soldiers sitting at the other tables upon us. They were all smiling as well.

Louise's knee touched mine throughout the meal and I noticed she didn't lift her head very often.

I gave the inside of her thigh a reassuring squeeze part way through the meal. It felt soft and warm. I could feel my prick respond and hurriedly pulled my hand away. I didn't need a hard on at that precise moment.

We were each given a packet of dry rations for our lunches after breakfast as the kitchen stoves were switched off just after first light.

We were warned about moving about the camp too much during daylight hours but apart from that there weren't any other restrictions placed upon it.

Louise asked to have her camera back was firmly told no. She would be allowed to keep any rolls of film she had taken before coming to the airfield when she left. She wasn't happy at that. She had a brief discussion with the Commanding Officer about the rights of an American citizen, which she lost.

"Well. How are we going to spend the day?" Howie asked as we made our ways slowly back to our tents.

"I'm for taking a look at that airplane." Grandfather said, nodding towards the Catalina.

Having nothing better to do we all followed him. 

Some half logs had been sunk into the side of the riverbank to give the plane a way up onto land. I could by the marks on the ground that it had used them many times. It was pointing back towards the river and a quick look showed what an ideal site this was for a flying boat to land and take off. The river widened just down stream to form a small lake. It didn't look natural somehow. But it would have been effective.

"We started having the river widened here back in the twenties." My grandfather said. "It was hoped that flying boats would be the way ahead for passenger transport. And for a while they were. Then after the Second World War land planes had the range to fly from continent to continent and seaplanes and flying boats went into decline. Although there will always be a use for a vehicle like this one. The air equivalent of a Land Rover. It can land just about anywhere."

He ran his hand along the side of the plane. Caressing it almost. He walked beneath the high wing and placed his hand upon the handle to the door into the fuselage.

"You've flown one of these before, haven't you?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

"Not one of these but a flying boat yes. Crashed it as well." I replied.

"You did well to keep it in the air that long on one engine." Howie said.

"You did, Paul." Louise joined in.

"But I did crash it." I pointed out.

I always felt uncomfortable when people sang my praises.

"What's all this about?" Bill asked.

"It was just after my wedding in Jamaica." Howie started to explain.

"His wife was giving birth and Paul had to fly this aeroplane away from an Island we had stopped at." Louise helped. "There was a hurricane and I had been shot."

"Sounds like it was an interesting time."

"Oh yes." Louise smiled at something. I wondered if it was the thought of me kneeling between her legs, licking her to orgasm. It did restore her power of speak after all. So it wasn't just for pleasure. "It was very interesting."

Grandfather had already climbed aboard and one by one we all followed. There were two Perspex bubbles at the tail end of the fuselage. I'd seen pictures of them being opened when this type of plane was used in an air-sea rescue role.

Three banks of pairs of wicker seats and been bolted to the floor for passengers. There was a fold-down table where the navigator must have sat. It was folded up out of the way. There were three steps on a ladder up to the flight deck where there were two sets of controls. Grandfather slowly climbed up and took the pilots seat on the left.

"Come up here a minute please Paul." He said.

I climbed up and sat in the co-pilots seat. There was a musty smell in the air. I placed my hands on the half-moon steering wheel on the control column and looked around. I recognised all the major control dials. 

Grandfather was pulling out some maps from a bin by the side of his chair. He was reaching further into the bin. He grunted with the effort then straightened and sat back in his seat. There was a smile on his face and a key in his hand. He inserted it into its slot and turned it. The needles on the dials in front of me began to move and some lights came on. He turned off the key but not before I had noticed that the fuel gauges read over three-quarters full.

"My friend said he'd leave the spare here, just in case." Grandfather said looking at me.

"That was nice of him." I replied. "We won't need it now with the Americans taking us away tonight."

"True." 

There was a light of anticipation in my grandfather's eyes. There was no need for us to try to fly the aeroplane anywhere. We were going to be taken away by the Americans.

I looked over my shoulder at the others. They were all in the rear of the aircraft looking out of the Perspex bubbles. Louise's ass was prominent as she bent from the waist. I wouldn't mind standing close behind her at that moment. I could feel my prick rising again.

My grandfather was looking at me.

"She's a nice girl." He said.

I remembered our talk after he had caught me fucking Heather two nights before. I'd have to tread carefully.

"She is." I agreed. "I've known them both for years. Her and Howie."

"Oh yes." He looked straight ahead. "Of course."

I looked out through the windscreen and wondered how Heather was doing. Then, rather guiltily, how Jenny was as well.

I hoped she hadn't been worrying too much. The Commanding Officer had assured us that the message to our families that we were safe had been passed successfully. I wondered how her exams had gone. I hoped she wasn't too lonely. Suddenly I missed her.

"What are you thinking about?" My grandfather asked.

"Jenny." I replied.

"Good." He said then started telling me of the technical details of the plane.

Take off speed, optimum cruising altitude and speed. Then fuel consumption. Then the points of reference to look out for when landing. It was very interesting but hardly necessary.

"Get the feel of her." He urged, climbing out of his seat. "I need to speak to the CO."

He climbed stiffly and slowly down the ladder. He was starting to look every one of his seventy-five years. I worried for him. After my grandmother had died he seemed to lose all interest in life. He hadn't kept up his hours to keep his private pilots licence. I should have made him come with me when my father had made me keep up mine.

I did what I was told and remained in my seat familiarising myself with the controls. 

"Can I come up?" Louise asked in her mid-Atlantic accent.

"Of course."

I watched her ass cheeks closely as she slid into the pilots seat. I could feel my prick growing and reached down and gave it a rub to ease the building tension. 

"Pleased to see me?" She asked looking down at my hand.

"Always."

She smiled then looked about her at the controls and dials. 

"What does everything do?" She asked.

"Well." I replied. "Those are the engine throttles and that's the airspeed indicator. The altimeter is above that. That's the fuel gauge."

"Wow."

"There's more." I assured her.

"That's enough for now. Where did your grandfather go?"

"He wanted to see the CO."

"He went back to the tents."

"Maybe he needed something from them."

"There's precious little in them." She remarked. "Which makes it all the stranger."

She looked out of the window by her side. "Here he comes now. What's he carrying? He has the oil lamps from the tents."

The door opened and my grandfather passed up the oil lamps. 

"Stow these somewhere Howie." He said and his head disappeared from view. 

I looked out of my window and saw him pulling the chocks away from the wheels then release the rope that held the far wingtip to a large rock on the ground.

He climbed in, closing the door behind him.

"Start the engines, Paul." He said looking back out of one of the window in the door. "We have to leave. The CO told me they are moving out. He was worried about what to do with us but I told him you would fly us out in this."

"When did he say that?" Louise asked.

"No time for that." He snapped. "Come on Paul. Not like that. Pump them."

I turned the key and pumped the starter. First one engine then the second fired into life. 

"Into the water." Grandfather urged. "Slowly."

I caught the sight of people running towards us out of one eye.

"Never mind them." Grandfather said from his position on the ladder between the seats. That's right."

We moved forward then down the riverbank. The plane rocked gently from side to side as we settled on the water. 

"Open her up." Grandfather ordered. "That's right. Lift the undercarriage. Those switches. There."

I switched the switches upwards. There was a whirling sound from the sides of the plane as we began moving forward. 

We were picking up speed. 

"Watch the airspeed indicator." Grandfather coached. "More power. That's right. Feel it lighten. Now pull back."

I pulled back with both hands on the control column. The plane lifted then dropped. More power. Keeping the stick back with one hand I moved the throttle controls forward with the other. We were lifting now, up between the lines of trees that flanked the river and into the bright sunshine. I blinked and pulled down the eye shield in front of me. 

"Fly this course." My grandfather said giving me a compass bearing.

I looked down at the one between the two seats.

"But that's in the other direction." I said.

I looked at Louise. She looked down at my grandfather and then at me.

"It looks like we are going Ruby mining." She smiled.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny

Was I glad that was over and done with? I supposed I would have to get used to speaking in front of other people if I were to become a teacher. I stepped outside. I wished I'd still smoked now. It was at a time like this I could have done with one. But Paul didn't smoke and I didn't want to if he didn't.

I wrapped my coat around myself and pulled it tight. There was a definite nip in the air. It had been turning colder. The clouds were getting lower. I wouldn't have been surprised if it snowed.

I looked around. There was at least an hour before Shirley finished. I could go to the canteen in the main house. Why ruin the weekend before it started? I'd eat when I got home. I still had to tell Mary I wanted to stay in the cottage for the weekend. There were only three more days until the end of term. Perhaps I should contact the college office and tell them that I wasn't coming back on Monday.

No. I couldn't do that. What about Shirley? She would need a lift. Not if Matt was staying with her she wouldn't. She might be on her period but there were other ways to please your man. And get something out of it yourself.

There was Matt now. He was heading back towards the lodge where he was living. Who was that following him? It looked like Susan. She must have finished her lesson an hour ago. What was she after?

I had nothing better to do so I followed in the general direction of the lodge. Matt had gone inside. He'd left the door open. Perhaps Susan was going to walk past the lodge out onto the main road and catch a bus. It probably was perfectly innocent.

There she had reached the lodge. She was going to walk on by. No, she'd stopped. I turned and walked down the alley between two of the classrooms as she turned to look in my direction. I stopped when out of sight and looked back around the corner. She wasn't there anymore. And the door to the lodge was closed.

I couldn't tell if she had gone inside or had walked on by and he had closed the door himself. Why would Susan be there anyway? He had Shirley. He wouldn't want her as well.  Shirley did say he hadn't wanted to sleep with her while she was on. I'm sure Shirley would have given him at least a blowjob if he had. Maybe even let him have her bum. I knew she had done it that way from something she let slip one evening when we were talking over a bottle of wine. I knew Paul had picked up on it as well because I could feel his prick hardening beneath me as I sat on his lap. Shirley on her hands and knees with a man fucking her bum. I had to smile at the thought. More than that. I could feel myself becoming moist. Shirley. I'd never had a sexual thought about her in my life. She was like a sister. Her and Lynda. But then I had slept with Lynda. No, that was a lie. We'd gotten precious little sleep whenever we'd shared a bed in the past.

Shirley. So prim and proper. Elegant looking even. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth Shirley. On her hands and knees taking it up her bum. 

Had Matt already had her that way? Had he come inside her mouth? Shirley did tell me she didn't like the taste of it or the thought of swallowing. But she did do it for certain men.

I closed my eyes. Shirley had a prick in her mouth. It was Paul's prick. The mind can play tricks. Paul didn't want to have her. Well if he did he kept it well hidden. But it would only be natural if he did. She was a very pretty girl. Long light brown hair. It would touch her bum when she let it down. She used to wear it up under a shower cap when we'd shower at school. 

The changing rooms at school. I'd seen her naked there. Many times as we were growing up. We'd shown each other the first signs that our bodies were changing. The slightly protruding fanny lips and the first signs of pubic hairs. The little buds where breasts were beginning to form. 

What about Matt and Susan? Did I want to know? Would Shirley want to know if something was going on? Should I walk away and forget it?

My feet were moving. What would I say if he saw me? I knew. I thought Shirley had finished and I wondered if she was there and if she wanted a lift home. That would do. It sounded very plausible in fact.

I found myself walking faster. I was at the low gate that opened onto the paving slabs that led to the front door. I looked down at the flowerbeds and gravel path that ran around three sides of the building. Was it only that Monday that I had crunched around to the French windows to look inside at Matt and Shirley?

I touched the front door. It wasn't shut and swung open slightly. I shouldn't go inside. That would be trespassing or something. I closed the door behind myself and stood in the short hallway listening intently. I could hear voices. They were coming from upstairs.

What should I do? 

It was nothing to do with me. But Shirley was my friend. 

I found myself creeping up the stairs. Somebody was giggling. A high, girlish giggle. The one you give when you feel the finger inside you for the first time that session. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Shirley had told me that. The door to Matt's room was ajar. I crept to the crack but I couldn't see. The bedsprings creaked. I heard a girl moan out loud. The kind of moan you give as the prick enters you. 

I touched the door. It opened slightly. 

I could see between Susan's legs at Matt's prick as he thrust in and out of her. Her slit looked angry. Red. The door was still moving. It creaked. Susan lifted her head and peered over Matt's shoulder at me.

I think we both screamed at the same time then I was running down the stairs and outside.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zf



Rubies are Red. Part 32.

Jenny.

I climbed into my car and locked the door behind me. I could really do with a cigarette now.

I shouldn't have gone inside the lodge. What if Matt was shagging Susan? It was none of my business.

And now that I knew what was I going to do with the information anyway?

Should I tell Shirley? That would probably cause more problems than it solved. But she was my friend and she had a right to know.

It was starting to rain. I looked at my watch. Shirley would be another thirty minutes. She might not want a lift home. Oh yes she would if I told her.

I could see Susan walking quickly away from the lodge. Her face looked red. She was looking in my direction then she was gone, inside the main building.

Matt was coming out of the lodge. He wasn't wearing a coat. The front window was getting steamed up so I gave it a rub. He must have noticed my movement as he was coming towards me. It was raining heavier. He stopped by my window. I wound it down a little.

"We have to talk." He said, rather breathlessly. "Let me in."

"Alright." I replied.

I wound up my window and leaned across the passenger seat and unlocked the far door. He opened it and climbed it, dripping water.

"You're not planning on telling Shirley, are you?" He asked. "That might not be wise."

"What do you mean?" I asked in return. I could feel the anger rising inside me. "She has a right to know. You're a bastard. Does Susan know about Shirley?"

"It's nothing to do with her."

"Of course it is."

"She'll still get what I give her. She'll have nothing to complain about."

"You can't keep them both on at the same time."

"Unlike you? I suppose?"

What was he getting at?

"You and Ron. You a married woman as well. That Shirley can be quite talkative."

I needed to think. I hadn't thought Shirley had told him.

"He's very big. She told me that. Do you like a big one?"

His hand was on my thigh. I closed them tightly. His other hand caught my wrists as I tried to push him away. 

"Don't scream." He ordered as I opened my mouth. "What would people say if it all came out into the open? It would be the end of your marriage and I would suspect both yours and Shirley's chances of becoming a teacher."

I stopped struggling. His hand forced its way between my thighs.

"You would lose your job." I pointed out.

"I've lost jobs before." He released my wrists and started unbuttoning my coat. "I'll get another. Open your legs."

"No." I squeezed them even more tightly together. "You can't."

"You wouldn't want Paul to find out, would you?" He was looking into my face I turned it away from him. Where was Shirley? "Some home-coming that would be."

His hand was moving again, between my thighs. His other hand was feeling my breasts through my jumper.

"Come on." His voice was gentler this time. "Open them."

I needed time to think. I allowed my thighs to flop open. His fingers were on my naked thighs above the tops of my woollen leggings. He touched my knickers where they covered my slit.

"You're wet already." He said.

Damn my thoughts about Shirley earlier.

"Don't worry." His tone of voice had changed to that of a man coaxing a reluctant lover. "I'm not going to hurt you."

His touch was surprisingly gentle. He ran his finger along the length of my slit pushing my knickers inside me slightly. 

He pushed harder.

"Stop." I snapped, pushing his hand away. "That hurts."

I was still sore from the hammering I'd taken from Ron the previous evening.

He re-placed his finger.

"No. I said. It hurts."

"That Ron must be big."

I turned my head away from him. I could feel it turning red.

"Let me have a look at it." He said, gently.

He had both hands under my skirt, pulling at my knickers.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

I wanted to cry. I shouldn't let him. I knew that. But I also knew that what he had said would be true as well. Neither Shirley nor I would be accepted as teachers if this came out.

Then there was Ron. He would get into all sorts of trouble with the church authorities. Then there was his wife. And last of all there was Paul.

Paul. What would he say? The stupid bugger would probably stand by me. Let's fight them together, he'd say.

"Lift your bum." 

Matt's pulling at my knickers was becoming insistent. He'd tear them the way he was going.

I lifted my backside from the car seat. It hurt when the material was pulled out from where he had pushed it inside me.

He had them around my ankles then he was holding them in his hand. He held them to his nose. It was always a little sexy when Paul did that. This time all I wanted to do was throw up.

He pulled open wide my coat and lifted the front of my skirt above my waist. I could feel his eyes upon me. His hand was on one of my thighs pulling them even further open.

"Don't touch me." I hardly spoke above whisper. "Please."

His hand was on my pubic mound. Pulling at my hairs. Squeezing it. His finger was feeling for my clit. I jumped when he touched it.

"That's not sore. Come on now."

"Please don't."

His fingertip was slowly massaging it. Pushing it gently from side to side. I took a deep breath.

He was trying to make me come. Alright. I would. I had faked it for Paul a few times when I thought that it would please him to think I had come.

I started to breathe heavily. I lifted my backside from my seat, twitching the insides of my thighs as I did so. He rubbed faster and harder.

Despite my loathing for the man I could feel the pressure building inside me. The itch that needed to be scratched. I didn't want to come for real. He would have won. Oh no. I was coming.

I closed my thighs tightly about his hand.

He pulled his hand away. I turned my head and looked at his face. He was smiling.

"You liked it? Didn't you?" He asked.

I turned my head away. I was confused and embarrassed. That shouldn't have happened.

"Go away." I said.

"Not yet. I haven't finished with you yet."

"What else do you want from me?"

He wasn't going to fuck me.

"I didn't get to finish with Susan."

He was undoing the belt about his trousers, unzipping himself. I couldn't stop myself I had to look at it as he pulled it free from his underpants. 

I looked down at it. It was already hard. Paul's was bigger.

"Come on." He said grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand onto it. "We haven't got long."

I closed my fingers about it and held it away from his body. If I was quick it wouldn't last long. 

I stroked it. Slowly at first then faster. Then faster still. 

"Slow down." He gasped. "Not that fast."

He placed an arm around my shoulders feeling for my breast. He groaned. Then gasped again. His hand moved up to the back of my head. He was pushing it towards his prick. I resisted. He pushed harder.

"Come on. You cow."

I adjusted my position in my seat.

"You'll leave me alone then?" I asked.

"Come on."

I lowered my head and felt the tip of his prick against my lips. I worked up some saliva and let it dribble onto it.

"That's good." He said as I used my tongue to coat it.

I opened my mouth and took the head of his prick inside. It didn't taste very fresh. That would be Susan's juices. I could feel his foreskin against my lips and tightened them about it. The head of his prick pulled free and banged against the roof of my mouth. I gagged.

"That's right." He urged. "Take it all."

I began moving my fingers around the base of his prick again. His hips started to buck. His hand was pulling up the back of my coat and skirt. I could feel the cool air on my ass cheeks. Ass cheeks he was pushing apart, feeling between with a fingertip. It touched my anus as his other hand pushed down on the back of my head.

I could feel the sense of panic I felt when that happened building inside me. I managed to pull my head away, fighting for breath.

"Don't hold me." I gasped.

He took his hand away and I lowered my mouth again. He was rubbing hard at my anus. His hips were bucking. I felt the first load of his sperm hit the back of my throat and swallowed. He was trying to get his finger inside me. The second load filled my moth. I swallowed the cried out. My anus was on fire. I was too dry. I tried to pull my head away and push his hand away at the same time. There was come on my face. I could feel it.

Then a blast of cold air as the passenger door opened. 

More come hit my face. My anus was throbbing.

"Jenny. Matt. How could you?" Shirley was shouting.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zg



Rubies are Red. Part 33.

Paul

I pulled the control column back, turned the wheel to the right and pressed down on the right rudder pedal with my foot. We climbed slowly into the air then started to bank to the right. 

"Stay at three thousand feet." My grandfather said. "Stay on course. I need to sit down."

"Roland?" I heard Bill ask. "Are you all right?"

"I just need to sit down for a bit." He replied.

His voice was suddenly much weaker.

"What's happening?" Howie asked.

"We're going to the Ruby mine." Louise called back.

"But why?"

"I must." My grandfather replied. "I need to find Roddrego. See what's become of him. Whether he has cheated me these last few years. I might not have another chance like this. Paul's father was supposed to have come out to fly us both to the mine. He broke his ankle so we managed to get Paul to come."

"Not knowingly." I said over my shoulder.

He said something else that I missed. It was hard to hear what they were saying in the body of the plane over the noise of the engine, even harder when you had to concentrate on flying.

I had to say that this machine handled beautifully. I looked across at Louise. Her face was glowing with excitement. 

"I think I should head for the country along the coast." I said, leaning across towards her.

"Don't." She replied, placing her hand on my arm. "You heard what he said. This might be his last chance."

"It will make a good story as well." "Paul." She actually sounded shocked. "As if the thought would enter my mind."

I sat back in my seat and studied the controls. I pulled back on the control column and gained a little altitude. Not that there was anything to see. An unbroken expanse of jungle lay below us.

"I need a map." I said to Louise. "What's in the bin by your side?"

She took out the maps my grandfather had removed earlier and unfolded one.

"Grandfather." I called.

I was feeling a little miffed with him. We had a heavens sent opportunity to fly to somewhere safe and he wanted to go into the lion's den.

"Yes Paul." He called back.

"I need to know where we are going." I told him. "I can't just fly a compass bearing."

"Pass me the maps." He said and Bill appeared on the ladder between us.

"Give them to me."

"Are you okay with this?" I asked her, keeping my voice low enough still to be heard but hopefully not by him.

"Yes." She smiled back. "I've had more excitement in the last forty-eight hours than I've had in the previous forty-eight years. He wants to go to the mine. Well, let's take him."

"Where's Howie?"

"He's in the back looking out of those bubbles. I think he's still in shock. Over killing those men."

"Should you talk to him, Louise?" I asked her as Bill left with the maps.

"What could I say? I can't say I know how he feels. I don't. I've never killed."

I had. I thought I knew exactly what he was going through. I could see the face of the youth I'd shot the previous day. He had looked so cheerful. On a big adventure with his friends. He may even have just fucked his first woman.

Keep busy. That was the trick. Don't dwell on things.

"See if you can get him to come up here and map-read for me." I suggested.

She looked at me then leaned across and kissed my cheek.

"You are a very thoughtful man." She said. 

Not about the right things. I looked down at the top of her blouse as she climbed down the ladder. She'd lost a button. Her bra was white. Her tanned breasts darker by comparison. 

She was looking at me. Holding the pose for a few seconds longer than was necessary then she was gone.

I checked the altimeter. We'd lost a couple of hundred feet. I pulled back on the control column slightly and we began to climb again. I pushed the throttle controls forward to give the engines more power and listened to their changes in noise. My driving instructor had told me that. 'Always listen to the engine. It will tell you more than any of these dials.'

It worked for aeroplanes as well.

I throttled back slightly and the engines resumed their previous regular hum.

People were talking behind me. There was the rustling of paper and Howie was climbing the ladder and squeezing into the seat beside me. 

"Don't touch anything. " I said as he tried to push the control column away to make more room. "Keep your feet off the pedals. See if you can slide the seat back."

He reached down between his legs and fumbled about for a few seconds. The he straightened and strained. The seat moved slowly backwards. I could hear the metal slides protesting. It probably hadn't been moved in twenty years.

"That's a bit better." He said opening the map out over the control column and panel in front of him. "Your grandfather is going to have a lie down. He suggests you fly this route."

I looked down at the map. Howie's finger was tracing a triangular route. First south of the divide between the first mountain range and then a turn to take us behind the next. 

"We are heading there." His finger stabbed at a point on the map. "If we approach from the west there is a lake before some falls about five miles away. We can land there, tie the plane up and finish on foot."

"My grandfather couldn't walk five miles in his condition."

"I told him that." Howie was studying the map intently. "He says he can if we do part today then part tomorrow."

"He can be very stubborn and determined." 

I looked back over my shoulder. He was lying down on some canvas bags and blankets in the rear of the fuselage beneath the Perspex bubbles. I smiled.

I'd have to get him there.

I checked the fuel gauge. It had hardly moved in the thirty minutes we had been airborne. 

"These are the approximate headings." Howie said quoting first one then a second bearing.

I banked slowly to the left watching the compass needle. I settled the plane back on its new course and adjusted out altitude.

"I must learn how to do this." Howie said watching my every move.

"Quite simple once you are in the air." I told him. "Place your hands on the wheel."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny

"Don't tell her anything." Matt warned as he stuffed his prick back into his trousers.

I could taste his come in my mouth as I sat up in my seat. Like it was a spoonful of salt on my tongue. I swallowed twice. I could still taste it.

I opened my car door and stepped out into the rain. Shirley was walking back towards the classrooms. Her shoulders were shaking. I ran after her.

"Shirley." I called. "Stop. Wait for me."

She ignored me so I ran to her side and took her by the arm. She stopped and turned towards me.

"Well?" She asked. There were tears running down her cheeks. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry." What could I say? If I told her why then he might tell Paul about Ron and I. "It shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry."

I felt sick. Apologising for what that bastard had made me do to him.

She took her handkerchief from the pocket of her coat.

"Wipe your face it's covered in spunk." She said, holding it out to me.

I did as I was told and offered it back to her. 

"No thanks." She waved it away. "You keep it. And him."

"I don't want him." I protested. "He's yours. I'm sorry it happened."

I didn't have to lie about that. I could still taste him. I needed a drink.

"Let's go home." I continued.

She looked around. I followed suit. There were faces at the windows of some of the offices in the big house. Matt had disappeared.

"I think I had better move out." She said.

"No!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Don't do that. It won't happen again."

Not if I had anything to do with it. How would I explain Shirley moving out to Paul.

"Look." I pleaded. "I'll go down to Somerset for the weekend. Let's talk about it when I get back. Don't rush into this. Please."

She looked at me for a few seconds.

"All right. I'll stay over the weekend. I won't change my mind though."

I led the way back to the car and sat behind the steering wheel. I couldn't see my knickers anywhere. At least it meant I wouldn't need to explain to Shirley why I wasn't wearing them. It did mean, however, that the bastard Matt had kept them.

I switched on the engine and pulled away while Shirley was still fastening her seatbelt.

"Matt told me you told him about Ron and me." I said after ten minutes uncomfortable silence.

"Did he. He promised he wouldn't mention it. Sorry." 

She was looking at me I could tell. I kept my eyes on the road ahead. I could feel a tear forming in one eye. It was running down the side of my face.

"What else did he say?" She asked.

"Nothing."

There was another couple of minute's silence.

"There is something. What happened?"

"Nothing. I told you." I snapped.

I wanted to tell her. Tell somebody. "Right." She turned her head away and looked out of the window.

Let her. I needed to think myself. I could still taste him on my tongue. I wanted to throw up.

Neither of us said a word until we pulled up outside the house.

"I might not be here when you get back." She said, her hand on the door handle.

She didn't wait for a reply and opened the door and hurried to the front entrance.

I locked the car and followed. Inside the house I could hear her in the bathroom upstairs. I went into the kitchen and put on the kettle to boil. I should have thought to stop at the fish and chip shop by the pub at the top of the road. I wasn't going back for any now.

I took some mugs from the cupboard, filled one with water from the tap and swilled out my mouth. I re-filled it and took a drink. That was better. My mouth felt fresher now.

The heard Shirley flush the toilet upstairs and her footsteps coming down.

"Did you enjoy it?" Shirley asked, standing in the doorway.

"Not particularly." I replied pouring hot water into the teapot.

But I had. I didn't want to admit it but I had. He had a great sense of feel. He hit just the right spot on my clit to bring me off despite the soreness of my fanny and the fact that he was forcing himself upon me. And when I'd taken my head away part way through from sucking him off he hadn't needed to force me too hard to resume. I swallowed it all as well if Shirley hadn't opened the door when she did.

She opened the fridge door and took out the milk bottle bending from the waist with her backside towards me. She'd changed into her jeans. She certainly filled them. The seam was darker then the surrounding material and disappeared between her cheeks.

What was I thinking?

She straightened and threw back her hair. Her nose was thin and straight as if it had been sculptured from marble. Her eyes were red. She had been crying.

I turned away from her and poured some tea into the mugs. Without a word she handed me the milk. I stirred her mug and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She said accepting it. 

She turned without another word and left the kitchen. I heard her sniffing as she made her way back upstairs.

I sat down at the kitchen table and sipped my tea. It was hot and almost burnt my lips. I blew down upon it then tried again.

It was no good. I didn't really want it now. I carried it back to the sink and poured it away. Turning on the tap I rinsed it and placed it on the draining board while I took the tea-towel from its hook beside the back door. I looked out past our outbuildings over our little garden to the fields beyond. It was grey and dull. Quite dark for two in the afternoon. It would be dark where Paul was. I really did miss him. 

I would have a busy few days. There was Ron waiting for me forty miles down the road. Then the mess with Shirley to sort out on Monday.

Why did Paul have to go?

+++++++++++++++++++++

Paul

It was very dark. Hardly any moonlight filtered through the thick canopy above us. All I could see was the vague shadows surrounding us and the lumps and bumps of the bodies of the others as they lay beneath the blankets we had carried from the plane. There had been half a dozen in the back of the plane and grandfather had insisted we each carry one. Howie had made half a dozen trips back and forth from the bank in the end, carrying the others to shore and the blankets.

In the jungle the sun had disappeared long before it had left the sky above. I was wet. Cold and wet. Cold and wet and tired. The blanket made a difference but as the ground we were laying on was damp it was fighting an unequal battle.

The plane flight had proved completely uneventful. Grandfather had sat with me for the last thirty minutes giving me course alterations as he saw landmarks he recognised from the sky.

He had talked me through the landing and apart from a couple of bumps we settled onto the lake readily.

Immediately I could feel the tug of the water making its way towards the falls but he had pointed out a pond of calmer water by the rivers bank and I taxied to it. Howie had jumped out waist deep into the water and secured the plane to tree by a rope through the mooring hook in the nose. He clambered back on board and we had all eaten some of the lunch packs we had been given that morning. Grandfather pointed out that it was all we had to eat until we reached the mine next day so if we wanted to eat later in the day to save some.

We had already found some bottles of water earlier on the flight. Again my grandfather warned us to drink sparingly. It didn't taste all that fresh so we didn't need to be told twice.

We discussed our plans.

Grandfather wanted to leave Bill and Louise behind. There was never any chance of them agreeing to that.

I locked the door to the plane after the others had all made their ways ashore helped by Howie and dropped into the water and waded ashore myself.

I was still wet three hours later.

I heard Louise sneeze.

"God bless you." I said.

She moved closer. I reached out my hand and touched her shoulder then her breast and finally a hand.

"Are you alright?" I asked as she settled down beneath my blanket and I helped her spread her own out on top of mine.

"Cold," she mumbled through a blocked nose.

"Howie and I should have made this trip alone." I told her, placing my arm around her shoulders.

"Now you say it." 

She laid her head upon my chest. I ran my hand down her back and felt for her ass cheeks. She lifted her top leg and lay it across my thighs. I tried to push my finger between her ass cheeks and feel for her anus but her trousers were too tight so I contented myself with her top-most cheek. It felt nice, firm but soft. And warm.

Howie's matches had gotten wet in the river so we had no means of lighting the lamps so they remained on the plane or of starting a fire if we could have found anything dry enough to light.

There had been a well-worn track beside the river as grandfather had told us that he had flown in many times in the past delivering supplies. And his friend had continued to do so for them when he wasn't in the country.

Most of the heavy supplies had been delivered by mule train from a town some fifteen miles further down stream. Recently that had been the favoured route and his friend had told my grandfather that his services hadn't been required for the past nine months or more.

Louise snorted. She was falling asleep. I reach across my chest and held one of her breasts. That felt nice as well. I slipped my hand inside her blouse and bra and felt the soft warm flesh. I felt her flinch at the touch of my cold fingers.

I kissed the back of her head. I was feeling better. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zh



Copyright 2003. All rights reserved.

No resemblance to anybody living or dead is intended.

Rubies are Red. Part 34.

Jenny.

I replaced the receiver. That woman. Yes I wanted to be alone. Yes I had enough food. No, I didn't want to stay at her house. Yes the house was plenty warm enough. I was going to be all right. No I didn't want to stay at her house. Yes, I would go to church with her on Sunday.

Finally.

I switched on the lights in the hall, living room and kitchen and the landing and main bedroom. I wanted anybody who could see the house to have no illusions that somebody was staying there. Especially from the house next to the rectory that Ron and his family were living in.

The phone was ringing and I stopped in the hall to answer it.

"Hello." I said.

It could be Ron checking if it was all right to come over. I could feel myself becoming damp at the thought.

"Jenny?" My mother's voice came from the other end. "Is that you?"

She still shouted into the mouthpiece as if she wasn't confident her voice could travel all the way from our village between Gloucester and Cheltenham and Somerset.

"Hello Mum." I replied. "What's wrong?"

"I just rang Shirley." 

"Yes."

Its Mandy, your sister."

I knew who Mandy was. My youngest sister.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked.

"She rang Shirley earlier." It was hard work getting anything out of my mother at the best of times. "She told her you were down there."

"Yes." 

There was the sound of footsteps outside then a knock on the door. There was the frame of a large man in the frosted glass.

"I'll be right back." I told her and placed the receiver on the table.

I opened the front and porch doors and Ron entered. He took off his coat and hung it up as I went back to the phone.

"Sorry." I said. "Somebody at the door."

"It wasn't Mandy?"

"No." I said as two hands slid beneath my arms and onto my breasts. His face nuzzled my hair. "Should it be?"

"She is coming to see you."

Something hard was pressing against my buttocks. I pushed back and wriggled them against it.

He groaned softly.

"Who's that?" Mother asked.

"It's the curate." 

I lifted my head so he could reach my neck with his lips.

"Oh."

"Come to see about Paul." I was starting to pant.

"Her train should get into Taunton in forty-five minutes."

"Why is she coming to see me?"

It felt so good. I knew my nipples were hard and my fanny in flood. His hand was moving down towards it. Pressing against my stomach as it made its way down my body.

"Oh."

It came out without warning.

"Jenny? Are you all right?" I pulled his hand away as it closed upon my pubic mound and shook myself free.

"I'm fine." I assured her in my most business like voice. "Just a little tired."

I turned to face Ron. He looked crestfallen. He could sulk almost as well as Paul did when he couldn't have his way.

I smiled at him, kissed the tips of my fingers and dabbed them on his nose.

"Why is she coming to see me?" I repeated.

"I don't know." My mother sounded close to tears. "She been acting strange for the last couple of days."

"Don't any of the others know?"

I referred to my three other sisters who came between myself and Mandy in age. Elizabeth or Liz, Barbara or Babs, Alison or Al and Amanda or Mandy. My name Jennifer shortened to Jenny. Why they didn't just register us with the shortened versions of our names I never knew.

"No. They all say they know nothing." I could hear voices in the background. "Your father's home. You will pick her up and ring me."

"I will." I promised, conscious that Ron was moving closer.

"I must go. Give my love to everyone."

"Bye Mum."

"Bye."

The line went dead then the dialling tone came back on. I replaced the old fashioned handset on its cradle as his hands closed on my breasts again.

I turned to face him and placed my arms about his neck to pull his lips down to my own. His tongue tried to force its way into my mouth almost as they touched. I opened my mouth to let him in and pushed my body hard against his.

Forty-five minutes my mother had said. But that was nearly ten minutes ago. We only had ten minutes before I would have to leave. Why was she coming here and why now?

"Let's go to bed." Ron whispered into my ear.

"I can't."

He pulled his head away and looked down at me.

"It's my sister. She's coming down. I've got to pick her up at Taunton station in half an hour." I continued.

"How long will she stay?"

He wasn't sounding very charitable for the Curate.

"I don't know."

I watched as he touched himself through his trousers.

It wasn't fair. I had to do something for him.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped him then reached inside and pulled it out. It looked even bigger from that angle.

I licked my lips then licked the head of his prick.

"This is all I can do." I told him, working his foreskin back and forth. "I'm too sore for anything else anyway."

"Why?" He gasped.

"You're very big and we did it a lot yesterday. I need a day or two to recover."

I took his prick into my mouth.

"I'm sorry." I heard him say.

"Don't be." I mumbled, my mouth full. "I enjoyed it."

I could sense he was smiling as I pulled and pushed on the base of his prick with my fingers while licking and sucking on the other end.

"That feels good." He said.

I had to admit I agreed with him. I was really enjoying it. More so than I think I did with Paul even.

"Oh yes." He gasped.

I moved my fingers faster. His hips started to move. His prick was growing even larger. His hands clamped hard onto the back of my head as his first load of sperm struck the back of my throat. I swallowed as his second load struck me. I coughed. A third load then a forth filled my mouth from his jerking prick. I swallowed.

I worked his foreskin back and forth a few times feeling more wetness land on my tongue. I swallowed again then moved my mouth away.

I looked at his prick. It was wet and shiny. There was still a little dribble of come in his pee hole. I licked it clean with the tip of my tongue.

I worked his foreskin back and forth a few more times and was rewarded by another small drop of liquid then, satisfied he had no more to give helped him stow his prick away inside his trousers.

"I'm sorry." I said as I got to my feet. "I have to go to the station."

"I understand." He replied, breathing heavily. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I hope so."

I surprised myself that I did so much.

"Thank you Jenny." 

He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my forehead. 

"I've never known anybody like you."

"Shush." I said lifting my face for a kiss.

I could feel his hands moving down my back. I could take him if he was gentle.

No. I didn't have the time. Mandy had only been to Taunton once and that was for my wedding. She had visited us a couple of times in Bristol as had all of my sisters.

His hands closed upon my buttocks. I enjoyed the feeling for a few seconds then pulled away.

"I have to go, Ron." 

I reached down his coat then my own. 

"I'll really make it up for you tomorrow. I promise."

My anus was itching. Reminding me I hadn't had it up there in a year or more.

It clinched tightly shut when I thought of the size of his prick.

"Alright." He struggled into his coat while trying to help me into my own at the same time. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I took the keys from my handbag and locked the doors behind us leaving the lights burning inside.

"What time shall I come back?" He asked as we stood by the door of my car.

"I don't know. About lunchtime?" "Okay."

He bent his head quickly and kissed me on the cheek.

"Goodnight."

"Bye Ron."

I opened my car door and climbed in. I could see him walking down the lane back to the main road in the moonlight. Best let him get to the road before I left.

A sudden movement to my left caught my eye. I turned my head and stared hard. There was nothing there. Perhaps it had been an owl.

I switched on the engine and turned on the lights. There had been nothing there I convinced myself as I put the car into gear.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Paul

I awoke with a hard on.

Louise moved slightly her body pressed close to mine. It was definitely better with two blankets.

I slid my hand back inside her blouse and felt her breasts again. I had fallen asleep holding them. They were lovely and warm now. Her nipples were hardening. I moved from breast to breast rubbing each gently in turn. 

"Hmm." She mumbled. "What time is it?"

With difficulty I managed to get sight of the luminous dial on my wristwatch.

"Four-thirty." I whispered into her ear.

These Indian blankets were thin but surprisingly warm. 

I moved my hand from her breasts and rubbed my prick through my trousers. Her hand followed mine and she took a turn at rubbing it herself.

"It doesn't take much to get you ready." She whispered.

I didn't say anything. I moved my hand to the top of her trousers. 

"We can't." She hissed. "What if the others hear?"

"They won't." I kissed her on the lips. "Not if we are very, very quiet."

I undid her trousers and pushed them down. "I'm not taking them off."

I ran a finger along the slit of her fanny. She tried to open her legs but couldn't.

"Turn over." I said, rubbing at her clit.

She mumbled something but turned onto her side facing away from me. I unzipped myself, took out my prick and slid in behind her. I pushed it forward between the cheeks of her ass. I could feel it touch her anus and pushed it down. It slid between her thighs and along her slit. Her legs twitched. 

"Help me get it in." I urged, licking her ear.

Together we pulled her trousers and knickers down past her knees. She bent them and lifted her top leg. I pushed my prick at her slit. She grunted and groaned. I pushed again. I could feel her fingers reaching back between her legs. The tip of my prick was pushing against something soft and wet. I felt it open and I was inside her.

I heard her gasp as I began moving in and out. 

There was a sound from across the small clearing where we had stopped for the night. I kept still and listened, my prick still inside Louise.

My grandfather snorted and turned over. I looked at the huge outline of Howie and the smaller one of Bill. Howie mumbled something in his sleep. Bill was quiet. 

I began moving again, holding the blankets away from our bodies so my movements against them wouldn't be heard.

She was so tight from this angle. I let the blankets fall and lifted open her ass cheeks to get of my prick inside her. I was going to come. The head of my prick was suddenly so sensitive. I pushed hard at her and came.

My prick jerked as I emptied my balls into her. She kept still and quiet. Not even moving when I pulled my prick from her hole.

I pulled on her shoulder to turn her back towards me. She seemed reluctant to come at first but eventually she did, reaching down beneath the blankets to pull up her trousers and knickers.

She didn't say anything.

I could sense something was wrong.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"You fucked me."

"Of course. That's what you wanted." "No. Not like that. You just used me. I could have been anybody lying there." 

"No. It wasn't like that."

"It was. You just used me. Is that all I am to you?"

She was raising her voice. I could hear the others stirring.

"This isn't the time or place for this." I hissed. "You'll wake the others."

"What's going on?" Howie asked.

"Paul. What are doing?" Grandfather's voice was the same tone as when he had caught me fucking Heather.

"We are not doing anything." 

I sat up and looked at my wristwatch again.

"Is there any water left?" I continued.

"Not much." Bill replied. 

It was getting lighter. 

"Ten to five." I said, in case anybody was interested.

"We get the first light this side of the mountain." Grandfather said. 

He was climbing slowly to his feet. 

"We can make an early start." He said, looking down at Louise and I. "We could be there before the days work starts. I suggest ladies to the left and men to the right."

"Good idea." Bill said. "Coming Louise?"

Louise threw back the blankets and climbed slowly to her feet. She looked down at me and for a few seconds I thought she was going to say something but she turned away without a word and followed Bill behind some tall trees.

"Let's go." Grandfather said and Howie and I followed him.

I scooped out a hole in the leaf litter and crouched above it. My bowels emptied accompanied by a noisy fart. I could hear the same from the others.

I was hungry and thirsty.

Louise was upset about something.

Hopefully Roddrego wouldn't be there and we could fly out of this country that day. I could be on my way back to England in a few days.

What had gotten into Louise?



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zi



Copyright 2003 by PAUL C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 35.

Paul

Louise walked ahead of me next to Bill. Howie and my grandfather led the way. I stumbled along at the rear.

At least I could watch Louise as we walked. She had a nice ass. High and firm. Even in her once white trousers that were now a multitude of shades of brown it still looked nice. Very nice in fact.

I daydreamed about putting my prick up her ass. I imagined how it would feel. Nice and tight, I bet myself.

Once her hand had reached behind her back to scratch an itch on one of her ass cheeks. She did it without thinking, I knew, but it had look sexy. I had felt my prick respond inside my trousers and given it a rub.

It had looked very sexy. That must have been what had started my fantasy about ass fucking her.

I wondered what had upset her earlier. Perhaps it was because I hadn't made her come? I would have done if he she hadn't started going on like she did and awakened the others. A pity she'd done that. I would have enjoyed fingering her and rubbing her clit until she came. 

She was saying something to Bill. 

I didn't catch it.

Bill was an interesting lady. She must be in her late fifties. Carrying a few extra pounds. Quite a few extra pounds if the truth were told.

Grandfather had mentioned that she had known my father. That must have been during the Second World War when my family had spent quite a lot of time in this area. My grandfather and Great Uncle Alistair would spend months at a time away from England and their wives.

I wondered if my father had shagged Bill. Their age differences weren't that great, only about five years or so. 

Louise was older than me, two years almost and I went with her. So if it were offered I'm sure my father would have gone with Bill. He would have been about my age then. 

I realised my thoughts were starting to wonder and turned my concentration back to Louise's ass cheeks.

Yes, I bet it would be nice up there.

I could feel the pressure building in my bowels again. I needed another shit. Should I stop the others and have them wait for me? No, there was no need to draw anybodies attention to it. I could just slip off the trail, do it and catch them up before they knew I was gone.

I spied a gap in the undergrowth and stepped through it into the jungle proper. The plant growth was thickest by the side of the trail where more light penetrated. Once through that the ground was covered with centuries of leaf debris and tangled knots of saplings waiting their turns to shoot up into the canopy above.

I scrapped myself a hole and dropping my pants and trousers crouched over it. This evacuation was like firing a machine gun through my ass hole. My hole felt sore when it finished.

I looked around for something to wipe it with. I scooped up a handful of leaf litter. It felt cold and damp. There was some insect crawling through it. I didn't fancy the thought of any of them ending up inside me so I let it fall. 

My earlier crap had been much more solid so the need for toilet paper hadn't been so pressing. This was a different matter. Why had I swallowed that mouthful of water we'd had for breakfast? It was very brackish. Grandfather had warned us to only wash out our mouths if we had to.

I had given Louise my handkerchief to wipe herself two nights before. What was I going to do? Crouch here until it air-dried? That would take too long. The others might have missed me and started looking for me. That would hold them up not to mention cause them to worry.

I wished now that I had told them what I wanted to do.

I looked down at my underpants and trousers lying about my ankles. I could just pull up my underwear and have done with it. My anus was starting to itch. It needed scratching.

Trouser pocket. There was nothing in my left one and only my keys and some change in my right. I tore furiously at the seam of the left hand pocket. It didn't want to give. I took my bunch of keys from my other pocket, selected the sharpest looking one and dragged at the material until it gave. Putting the keys away I tore at the hole I'd made. 

Finally the pocket gave away. I reached behind myself and touched at my anus with the material. It still felt sore. I looked at the material then dropped it into the hole, stood up stiffly and adjusted my clothing.

I kicked some more leaf litter over to cover what I'd done then looked about me. It looked the same in every direction. I couldn't see any marks on the ground to show the way I'd come.

Which way should I go? I looked about myself. I strained my ears to hear if anybody was calling my name. There were noises aplenty but none I recognised. 

I needed to think. Was I facing the way I was going when I had made my hole in the leaf litter or had I turned around? I closed my eyes and attempted to re-trace my steps in my mind. 

It shouldn't be this difficult. I must only be ten or fifteen yards from the trail.

I remembered now. I had circled the tree and crouched on the far side from where I'd come.

I stated walking away from the tree, through the tangle of saplings. It was definitely thicker here. I pushed on and out onto the trail.

I looked both ways, feeling the sense of panic rising within me again as, for a moment, I wasn't sure which way I was to go. It was so easy to become disorientated in this place.

I stood and thought for a second. Then turned to the left and stated walking at a brisk pace. Well as brisk as I could with a hundred plants gripping my feet at every step. Grandfather had said that if it were not used then the track would disappear for good in a few more months. 

I heard some noises from ahead. The sound of a shot followed by a scream from Louise.

+++++++++++++++

Jenny

I turned over in the large bed and touched the body of the person lying next to me.

Paul. 

I moved closer rubbing my pubic mound against the warm buttocks that pointed towards me.

The body moved.

It felt different somehow.

Mandy.

I pulled back and sat bolt upright. Mandy moaned and turned onto her back. The light from the window, even through the curtains made it light enough to see by. Her eyes blinked as she opened them. I looked at the dial on the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It was nine-fifteen. 

I threw my feet from the bed and putting on my dressing gown opened the curtains fully. The room brightened. I looked at Mandy still lying in the bed. I could see one of her nipples showing through the 'v' in her nightdress's front.

"Hungry?" I asked.

She sat up in the bed, stretched and yawned then pushed her breast, which had fully escaped back into place. My youngest sister wasn't a virgin any more. To tell the truth I'd thought she'd lost it years before but apparently not. 

It hadn't been the loosing of it that had concerned her as much as the boy who had done it telling all his friends. Making her out to be an easy lay. She could feel them all looking at her when she walked into the bank where she worked each morning.

Then there were the other men paying her attention. More attention than she wanted. She had had to get away.

What could I say? I'd lost mine beside a riverbank in Northern Ireland. All my friends had been pleased it had finally happened. "About bloody time." Lynda had said.

I had been over 18 nearly nineteen when I had lost mine. It hadn't been as magical as I had hoped. But then it hadn't hurt as much as I thought it would either. I thought of what it would have felt like had it been Ron's prick. He would have torn me in two.

What was I to do with Mandy? I suddenly needed to see Ron. Feel his prick inside me. I couldn't tell her that. She would tell our sisters. No, I couldn't tell her.

"We had better see about getting you on a train back to Gloucester." I said, lifting my arms and stretching.

"Why can't I stay here with you?" She bleated.

"Because I have things to do."

"Yes, Shirley did say something?"

"What did she say?"

She wouldn't have. No. Not Shirley. Not even after catching me sucking Matt off like that. She wouldn't.

"She didn't think you were going to be alone. That's all."

"Of course I'm going to be alone. I'm waiting for Paul."

"Why here?"

Mary had asked me that the previous evening before I'd sucked Ron off then driven to the railway station to collect Mandy. I hadn't an answer then. I didn't really have one now. I should be at home waiting or in the apartment in London if they were on their way home.

"I wanted to get away from Shirley for a while."

It was the best I could think of.

"What did she mean when she said you might not be alone?"

"I don't know. Perhaps she thought they were on their way home."

"Oh yes. Can I have a bath or shower?"

She stood up from the bed and pulled my spare nightdress over her head. I had to look at her. She was filling out very nicely. Her breasts were already bigger than mine and her ass was more rounded. She still had some 'puppy-fat' about her middle but that would soon go.

She had more pubic hairs than I had. A much thicker bush. Paul would love it in there, with his flask and sandwiches while he was exploring. I smiled.

"Is there something wrong?" Mandy asked, inspecting her ass cheeks in the full-length mirror on one of the wardrobe doors.

"No. Nothing. You look very nice." I assured her.

I could hear the front doorbell ringing.

"I'll answer it." I said, throwing on my dressing gown and tying the belt as I hurried down the stairs.

I opened the front door and stood by the porch door. I could see the outline of a man through the frosted glass. He was smaller than Ron.

"Who is it?" I called through the door.

"It's Steve." Came back the voice of one of Paul's best friends. "Let me in it's starting to rain."

I unbolted the door and let him follow me into the house.

"Where are the towels?" Mandy called from the top of the stairs.

We both looked up. She stood there, naked.

"Sorry." She said turning her back to us and giving us full view of her back and ass cheeks. "I didn't know we had company."

"In the cupboard by the bathroom door." Steve replied.

Mandy opened the door, took hold of some towels and disappeared into the bathroom. I thought I caught the sight of some pubic hairs between the tops of her thighs as she moved.

"Who was that?" Steve asked.

I resisted the temptation to lift his chin back into place.

"My little sister, Mandy." I replied.

"She's not so little."

"No she's growing up. Are you still seeing Sally?"

"Hmm. She is. Who? Oh Sally. I see her sometimes."

"Does she have a boyfriend?" He continued.

"She did. She's come here to get away from him. Go into the kitchen and put the kettle on while we get dressed."

I left him standing at the foot of the stairs still staring at the bathroom door and went back upstairs to get dressed. Knickers and bra, jeans and a blouse and I was ready to face the world. I pulled on some white ankle socks and slipped my feet into my shoes. By the time I had finished Mandy was back in the bedroom.

"That's Steve, isn't it?" She asked, drying herself in front of me.

"Yes, that's right." I replied.

"I don't see what everybody sees in him."

"Neither do I." I agreed.

I didn't either. But a lot of girls and women did see a lot in him. Even Shirley. She admitted to me once that she just couldn't stop herself when she was with him. Paul's father must have had the same effect on her. To be seeing them both at the same time without the other knowing. That must have taken some nifty footwork. But who was I to criticise? I was in the same position. "He's making tea." I told her, trying not to watch her dress.

My thighs never seemed to fully fill the trouser legs of my jeans. Hers certainly did. They also showed the highness and tightness of her ass cheeks off as well. Mine seemed to hide mine.

She pulled on a thin v-necked sweater, without a bra and led the way downstairs. The kettle had boiled and Steve was pouring out the tea into mugs.

"What brings you here?" I asked him pouring milk from the bottle into my mug.

Mary phoned my mother and told her you were staying. My mother asked me to drop in and see if you needed anything."

"That was nice of you." Mandy said.

Steve turned to her and smiled his little boy lost smile.

"Oh it's nothing." He said had his voice dropped a key? "How long are you staying?"

"Jenny wants me to go home straight away." Mandy used her 'please be on my side voice.'

"But you have only just got here." Steve protested, glancing at me then turning his eyes back to the 'v' in Mandy's sweater.

"Jenny wants to be alone."

"Well, that can be arranged." Steve's smile broadened. "I could take you out for the day. We could go down to the pub tonight for something to eat. They do a pie and chips or a cold salad."

"That sounds like fun." Mandy said. "Are you sure you want to be here alone?"

She turned to me.

"I'm sure." I replied.

I wasn't sure I wanted her to spend the whole day in Steve's company.

"The pub tonight sounds good." I continued. "I would like to go there."

Steve looked a little down for a few seconds then seemed to brighten.

"That's okay." His smiled broadened again. "We'll take you. Are you going back to Gloucester?"

He directed his question to Mandy.

"Yes. I'm not sure what the trains would be like on a Sunday though."

"I could always drive you there." He said. "It won't take that long. Not with the motorway open all the way."

"Would you?" Mandy asked, excitedly. "It is a long way."

And I had a pretty shrewd idea what he would want as fare.

"That's alright. I like driving. Where shall we go today?"

It was none of my business after all. Mandy was certainly old enough. It might do her some good to go to bed with Steve. He was quite experienced. From what I had seen that time in the cricket changing room between him and Sally he certainly knew where to put his prick where it would do most good. And he had followed it up a number of times that night in one of the bedrooms upstairs. Followed it up very well from the sounds I'd heard.

"I don't know." Mandy replied, "you decide."

I looked down at the tabletop. I could only see one hand from both of them. Bloody hell, he was a fast worker.

"What about breakfast?" I asked.

"I've already eaten." Steve replied.

"Oh I never eat breakfast." Mandy chirped.

That was a change. Mandy always used to like her food.

I needed the toilet.

"Well I have things to do." I said standing up. "If you're not staying to eat then I'll see you later."

I headed up the stairs as quickly as I could without actually running. I heard them call there goodbye's to me as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I pushed my jeans and knickers to my ankles and sat down. Not a moment too soon. I let out a huge sigh.

That was better. Should I shower? When would Ron be around?

I undressed sitting on the toilet seat. Wiped myself and stepped under the shower. The waters struck my skin like a thousand needles. I reduced the pressure and adjusted the heat. That was better. I shampooed my hair then I soaped my body. I rubbed my anus then pulled my cheeks apart to let the water rinse away the soap. Then I pulled my fanny lips apart. They felt better. Not sore at all now.

I switched off the water and looked around for a towel. Mandy had used all the ones she had taken from the cupboard. She had left them in the bedroom. I walked out onto the landing, dripping water, and took a towel from the cupboard. Back in the bathroom I dried myself and dressed.

Breakfast was called for so I walked down the stairs rubbing at my hair.

The doorbell went as I reached the bottom.

I opened the door and looked out through the frosted glass. I could feel my fanny getting wet before I opened the porch door.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zj



Copyright 2004. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 36.

Jenny.

I could feel his eyes on my backside as I led the way up the stairs to the main bedroom. A backside he had been holding thirty seconds before as we had kissed again after he had hung up his coat. 

I could feel his need for me pressing into my stomach through his trousers. My own need had pressed back against it.

He had looked up stairs and I was now leading the way.

We had hardly spoken. One good morning and a couple of mumbled sighs.

My anus was itching. Did I really want to take him that way? How could I bring up the subject? 'Do you fancy an ass fuck?' Or, perhaps, 'I'm told that it is very nice to do it this way?'

I went to the front window of the bedroom and closed the curtains. I felt him close behind me. His hands closed around my breasts. I leaned back against his chest and felt his warm breath against my forehead, cheek and ear. I pushed my buttocks back against his groin, swaying them gently from side to side. He was moving against me. I could feel my nipples hardening. Oh, I could stay like this forever.

He broke the spell by starting to unbutton my blouse. Pulling it free from the waistband of my jeans. I leaned forward so he could get to the clasp of my bra then help him take them off. I turned to face him, unbuttoning my jeans as I did so. I let them fall to the ground and stood in front of him wearing only my thin white panties.

His hand reached out and felt the front of them. Squeezing my pubic mound. His other hand joined the first in feeling my fanny then in stretching the elastic of my panties and pulling them down.

He knelt before me I could feel his breath was warm against my thighs. I opened my legs willing him to place his mouth between them. He didn't. He stood up. He took my hand and led me to the bed before I could start undressing him.

"I don't have much time." 

He spoke softly as I lay on my back. He climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs and began to unbuckle his belt. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We have visitors coming for lunch. Family." He was unzipping his trousers and pushing and his underpants down his thighs. "I'm not sure when they will be leaving."

He pulled up his shirt and jumper to above his ribs and moved above me. I could feel the tip of his prick knocking at my hole. 

"You don't mind? Do you?" He asked, pushing forward.

It hurt, trying to get inside me like that. And I did mind. I wasn't there to just be used.

He was pushing again. I was opening to him. I couldn't take him like this. He was pushing my fanny lips up inside me.

"Hold on a second." I said, reaching down between our bodies with my hands and holding myself open with one, guiding him in with the other.

I cried out loud as he entered me. He was so big. I grunted and groaned as he stretched and filled me, pulling almost out to enter me again. I held his sides as he built up his pace. I looked up. I could see his dog collar in front of me. His chin, his mouth and his open nostrils.

I gasped as he thrust particularly hard inside me. 

What was I doing? Letting him fuck me like this.

His strokes were shortening, quickening. It was beginning to hurt. I was drying up. He gasped as he came. I could feel him jerking inside me.

It hurt again as he pulled it out. Then he climbed from me and stood at the foot of the bed adjusting his clothing.

"I'll try to get over tonight?" He said, tucking in his shirt.

"Don't bother." I said, closing my legs, tucking them up and turning onto my side with my backside pointing towards him. "My sister will be here with me. She's staying the night. She stayed last night."

He looked about him with a scared look on his face.

"Don't worry." I continued. "She's out with Steve."

I watched him over my naked hip.

"I am sorry." 

He did look so. 

I turned onto my back again and opened my legs. I was going to give him a last look. I was determined he would never fuck me again.

"What about tomorrow?" He asked.

He rubbed himself through his trousers.

"No."

I felt sticky. I needed a bath. Wash him out of me.

"My sister will be here. I'm taking her back to Gloucestershire."

He looked at his wristwatch. His prick was growing inside his trousers. I could see its outline. Well he wasn't putting that inside me again.

I got off the bed and picked up my clothes.

"I'm going for a bath." I told him, holding my clothes in front of my body. "I think you had better go."

I could hear the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel outside.

"Someone's coming." I told him. "Go downstairs, quickly." 

He was moving before I had finished. I pulled on my blouse and jeans, doing up a couple of buttons and tucking it in as I walked out onto the landing.

Mary stood at the bottom of the stairs. She looked at me.

"Ron told me he was here to ask if you had anymore news."

"Yes. He had to go."

"He did seem in a hurry."

"Have you heard anymore?" I asked.

"No. Not a thing."

"I was going to have a bath. My sister came last night. Boyfriend trouble."

"As long as that is the only trouble there is."

+++++++++++

Paul.

I stopped running. We didn't have any weapons. That shot would mean the others had run into trouble.

I stood still and listened as hard as I could. I couldn't hear anything. Should I stay on the track or leave it and try to make my way through the jungle.

I thought back to the panic I'd felt a few minutes before when I'd thought myself lost in it. Then the noise I would make moving through it. Then back to the feeling of panic.

I crept forward slowly. I could only see about twenty yards or so front and back and feet to the sides. It was very quiet. And hot. I could feel the sweat running down my spine. I took the Indian blanket we each carried from around my shoulders and pulled my shirt from my skin. The khaki coloured material was almost completely black in places where it was stained with my sweat.

There was no air here. No breeze. No noise.

I stepped from the trail and crouched low. I could hear something now. Something rustling in the undergrowth. Something that coughed which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my sphincter tighten.

I looked about myself but the undergrowth was too dense where I was. I needed to move away from the trail.

I heard another noise. This time from the trail. The sound of people moving. Talking in soft voices.

The sound of the cough came again. It seemed closer. The footsteps had stopped. 

There was a rustling from behind me and the sound of something squealing. Like a pig in pain. More rustling. More squealing. The sounds of laughter from the trail. Nervous laughter. They were moving away. Quickly. In the direction I had come.

The squealing had stopped. I stepped out onto the trail and hurried on. Away from the noise in the direction the others should have gone.

+++++++++++++++

Jenny.

Mary had finally left. For a moment I'd thought she was going to go up to the main bedroom and inspect the sheets for stains.

I couldn't make church the next morning. No. I was taking my sister home.

Sod Steve. If he hadn't fucked her by then it was his tough luck.

What was I saying? I didn't want him to fuck her. I didn't want anybody to fuck anybody. Ever a fucking gain.

Except Paul. I wanted him. 

I went back upstairs and into the main bedroom. I wished I'd put my knickers on. The uncovered denim was rubbing my fanny sore. I was going to have a bath. A nice long soak.

I picked up my bra and panties and looked down at the bed. It was a good thing she hadn't come upstairs and inspected the sheets. There was a small stain where I had lain. I had seen worse or better after a good night with Paul. I smoothed out the sheet and made the bed. It will have dried completely by the time I went to bed.

I undressed and laid my clothes out on the bed. Then I walked naked to the bathroom. I Sat on the toilet seat for a few seconds, then wiped myself.

He didn't have a bath in the house. He'd had it taken out and replaced with a shower a few years back. And I had used the shower earlier. My mind must be going. It must have been to go with Ron in the first place. And again, by sucking off Matt like that. What had I been thinking of? Nothing. That was the answer.

Then I would have another shower. I had the need to wash. Especially between my legs.

I stepped into the shower cubical for a second time that day and turned on the water. The first few seconds under the shower at home was always ice-cold. We were forever having to warn visitors.

I soaped myself again. Working up a lather with my hands and cleaning thoroughly between my legs. I rubbed my anus. It still itched. Paul could have me there when he came home. I wouldn't have to spell out to him what I needed.

The phone was ringing when I switched off the shower. I picked up a towel and went downstairs rubbing my hair.

"Hello." I said, picking up the receiver.

"Jenny? Is that you?"

It was Carole's voice. She was shouting into the phone at her end in America.

"Don't shout Carole." I said, speaking in a normal voice. "I can hear you fine. Have you heard anything?"

"Not for a day or so. Harve is pulling some strings to find out what's going on. They still have some hotel rooms booked in Miami. I'm going down there and wait for them."

"I wish I could." I said.

I did as well. To get away from the mess I'd made here.

"Why not?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I couldn't just leave here."

"Why not?"

"I would need plane tickets and hotel rooms."

"I have already spoken to Harve. There is space on tomorrows plane to New York. We could both stay at his hotel there. He has arranged for his private plane to take me down on Monday."

Could I do it? What about Mandy? Steve could take her home. I could phone Hudson in the apartment in London and stay there tonight. Or I could drive up and leave my car in a car park at Heathrow on Sunday.

"Well?" Carole asked.

"I'm thinking."

"This call is costing a fortune."

So it would be.

"Alright. I'll come."

"I bet they'll be surprised to see us when they get back."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zk



Rubies are Red.  Part 37

Paul

I stopped where the trail began to widened and crept forward.  For a while I had been able to hear the sounds of machinery or vehicles.  First as a low rumble in the distance then getting gradually louder.  I stepped off the trail and moved forward pushing aside the last few branches of undergrowth and the noise hit me like a physical object.

From my grandfathers descriptions I had thought the mine was a low-key, low-tech affair.

This wasn't.  There were heavy earth moving machines and a large conveyor belt bringing rocks from inside a large cave.

Their business plan, conceived in the early fifties when they had been given the mine, had involved working the mine over as long a period as possible to maintain a steady income for themselves and for the workers who made up the majority of the small village by the river.

That small village had grown into a town.  

And the small mining operation had changed into total exploitation.  

The price per carat of Rubies had dropped but the number on the market had increased.  I was doing the sums in my head as my grandfather must have done.  He had seen his income decrease at a time when the number of Rubies on sale was increasing.  The increase in Rubies hadn't been coming from Burma where most were found. I could imagine him trying to contact Roddrego or the mine manager to find out what was happening.  Now we knew.

I looked past the mine entrance.  There was a collection of buildings.  Timber-framed with corrugated iron walls and roof.  That would be the offices and stores.

If the others were here that was where they would be.

They were so many people moving about.  I daren't try to cross in front of the mine entrance.  Should I wait until dark?  That was over seven hours away and I was hungry and thirsty.  I needed to do something soon.

I could hear movement on the trail behind me.  I crouched low and held my breath.

A group of men walked out into the clearing and one of them waved to a man standing on a wooden platform above the mine entrance.  I hadn't noticed him before.  I wouldn't have gotten very far if I'd tried to sneak across.

Sneaking across was out of the question.  Then I would have to move out in the open.

At the end of the conveyor-belt under a sunshade of broad leaves built on a wooden frame there was a small group of men sorting and splitting the rocks that came to them.  My grandfather had told me about them.  They could spot ninety-nine percent of the Ruby bearing rocks.  Three of them were sorting the stones and two others opening the stones that were passed back to them with small hammers.  There was another man with them he carried a rifle.

One of the men splitting the rocks gave a shout and held up a rock.  The guard said something to him and he placed the rock in a bucket to one side and went back to splitting stones.

As I watched the conveyor belt stopped.  I could see some women approaching carrying baskets.  It must be break-time. Men wearing hard-topped hats came out of the cave entrance and the men I had been watching went to join them.  Except for one who was walking in my direction.  He stopped at the edge of the jungle and took out his prick.

"Hey.  Senore."  I said, in Spanish.

He froze for a second as if trying to work out what I had said then commenced pissing.

"Yes."  He replied.

"Do you know where Senore Wagstaffe is?  I am his grandson."

"Your name is?"

"Paul."

"What do you want?"

"To take my grandfather and the others away from here."

"I think that would be very wise."

"How can I get to him?"

"They are in the office block.  The large building.  Wait here.  Some of the women will come into the jungle to collect roots and herbs.  They will help you."

"Will they have some food?"

He shook the drips off his prick and put it away inside his trousers.  Turning away from me he made his way back to the group of men and women.  I could see him talking to two of the women while he ate.  My stomach growled as I watched him chew.  My mouth went dry as he lifted a skin of liquid to his lips.

I was hungry and thirsty.

Another five minutes and the group split up.  The guards, who had ate apart from the workers and their women started ordering the men back to work.  I saw four women making their way towards the track.  None of the guards seemed to be paying them any attention.  Except one.  He had his eyes on one woman, hardly more than a girl really, all the way to the undergrowth.

I saw him joking with another guard and then start to follow the women.  The other guard followed the workers into the cave.  I could hear the sound of some machinery starting up inside the cave and watched as the conveyor belt started turning.

The women entered the trail and I followed them, calling softly.  I heard a rustle in the undergrowth and a large woman in her forties pushed her way through the thick undergrowth beside the trail.  She stopped when she saw me.

"My husband says I am to help you.  What do you want?"  

She carried a water skin over her shoulder which she offered to me then reached into her basket and offered me some part eaten bread.

I drank, ate, and drank again.

"Do you know where my grandfather and the others are?"

"Yes.  They are in the main office.  One has been shot.  Not badly."

"Which one?" I asked, remembering Louise's scream.

"A big man."

"Howie." I breathed a sigh of relief it wasn't Louise then felt guilty for being glad it had been Howie..

"Do you know what is going to happen to them?"

"No.  I saw to the big man's wound."  She was quiet for a few seconds and I could hear the sound of somebody on the trail.

He called out.  I heard a girl's voice answer, taunting him.

"She will keep him busy for a little while.  He is a pig.  Thinks he can just take a woman as he pleases."

"But if he catches her?"

"Then I will kill him."

You cannot look after everybody my grandfather always said.

"Can you help me get to my grandfather?" I asked  

"Senore Roddrego is with him."  The woman listened for a few seconds to the taunts of the girl.  She smiled.  

"Yes."  She said, looking me up and down.  "You can dress in our skirts.  With your blanket over your head and a basket on top you will do.  They never look at we older ones."

She took a nine-inch bladed knife from her basket and began cutting at plants and roots that lay all about me.

I could hear the girl calling out to the guard again.  

The basket was long and narrow.  The sides and the centre of the base were quite stiff but the ends and the remainder of the sides floppy.

She places the plants she had cut in the basket and picking it up carried it to another area.  I followed her, keeping listening to the calls of the young girl and the guard. 

The woman stopped and showed me which plants to cut and where to find the best roots.  I dug some up and placed them in the basket.

I looked at the woman.  I couldn't hear the girl.  

"Quickly."  She said.  "We must go to her."

We went back onto the trail.  I could hear the girl again now.  But her cries were not taunts.  They were screams.  We hurried in their direction meeting the other two women on the way.  

I could here the girl sobbing.  We turned a corner and she lay on the ground in front of us.  The guard was just getting to his feet.  I looked down at the girl.  I could see her fanny.  Still open from his invasion.  I could also see the blood.  

The guard turned to face us a smile on his face.  His expression changed when he saw me and his hand dropped to the handle of a revolver he carried in the holster of a gun belt he was about to put on.  I pushed the knife at his stomach.  He screamed.  I think I might of as well.  It hadn't gone in very far as he continued to try to get his gun from it's holster. I chopped at his neck with the blade, again and again.  He raised his arms to protect himself then staggered back dropping his gun belt.  The next second he was coming at me, his eyes were wide and his face contorted in rage and pain.  I thrust the knife out in front of me.  This time it did go in.

He stood bolt upright for a second then collapsed to the ground holding the handle of the knife and curled up into a little ball.  

He groaned.  I knelt by his side and tried to inspect the wound in his stomach.  I couldn't see much but I knew he needed medical help.

I looked around.  The other three women were gathered around the young girl.  One held the guards rifle.  She stepped forward and hit him on the head with the rifle's butt.

The man cried out.  She hit him again.

I stood up and took the rifle from her.

"Don't."  I said.

"He is an animal."  The woman spat at the guard.

He had stopped groaning.  There was a lot of blood.  His neck and shoulder was soaked in it as was his shirtfront.  I could hear the buzzing of insects.

"Come." the woman I had collected plants with said, bending over and pulling her knife from the guard's body, "he won't be missed for a while."

The guard's body twitched at my feet.  The woman ignored him.  The young girl removed her skirt and they handed it to me.  She had a nice body.  What I could see of its outline through her blouse and underskirt.

"They will stay here."  The woman said wiping her knife on some leaves and placing it in her basket and indicating the young girl and another woman.  "If they remembered to notice how many went into the jungle then if only one less comes back they will think that pig is keeping her here."

She spat again at the guard's body.  I could hear something moving in the undergrowth.  I could also hear a low rumbling sound.

"Cat."  The woman said.  "Take off your trousers."

I looked about nervously.

"Quickly."  The woman insisted.  "The cat will come.  For him."

I took off my trousers aware of four pairs of eyes on me.  I resisted my normal tendency of adjusting my prick and balls inside my underpants.  I was only grateful my prick wasn't sticking out of the hole in the front of them.  The woman adjusted the skirt about my waist whilst the other women placed my trousers and the gun belt in a basket and covered them with leaves.

The girl stood looking down at the guard her hands on her fanny.  I looked down at him as well.  I felt nothing.  

I looked down at my hands and for the first time noticed they were covered in blood.  There were some specks on the front of my shirt as well.  The woman looked at me and bent over from the waist.  She straightened holding two handfuls of leaf mould.  She rubbed it onto my hands and forearms.  It did the job of covering the bloodstains and also darkening the whiteness of my skin.

"Come."  The woman said.

I carried the basket and the rifle and followed the women back to where the trail began to widen.  The young girl and her friend stepped from the trail there and disappeared from view.

"We will come back in two hours with more food and drink for our men and the guards.  They make us feed them as well as use us."

She spat.  One of the women lifted her skirts, crouched and urinated.

"Walk close behind us.  But bend.  You are too tall."  

I lay the rifle down out of sight, beside the path.  Might need it later.  I'd seen its type before.  It had a curved magazine.  Capable for being used both single shot and automatic.  I couldn't remember the name.  I thought it was Russian.

The women showed me how to arrange my blanket on the top of my head so that it covered three-quarters of my head. Then the women stepped out and I followed them, crouching slightly and bending from my load.  

The woman passed by the men sorting rock some of the men passed some comments but the guard took no notice.  We walked on.  Not hurrying.  I wanted to run but realised that would do no good.  So I walked slowly.  Watching the large, swaying buttocks before me until we reached the huts.  

There were two Land-rovers parked between the first two huts. 

I could hear voices from inside the largest of the huts.  My grandfather's voice and that of his friend Roddrego's.  They were talking in English.  Not talking, arguing.

The women kept walking as I stepped out of sight of the guards beside the Land-rovers.  Now I was here what was I too do?  I moved to the window where the voices were coming from.  Laying my basket on the floor.  There was an old, empty oil drum lying on its side.  I stood it upright and climbed on top of it.  I now had to crouch but I could see inside.

++++++

Jenny.

I replaced the receiver.  Damn that woman.  Paul's mother.  'Well if you going then that sister of yours can't stay there on her own.'

I resisted the temptation to tell her that if I knew anything about Steve she wouldn't be on her own.  Anyway, he could always take her to his flat in Taunton.

Now there was a thought.  They might be there now.  I didn't know the number.  I could walk down to his mother's cottage down by the old Catholic chapel.  The village shop and sub-post office was down there.  I could buy a newspaper and some fresh milk.  

I put on my coat and locked the front doors behind me.  Should I drive?  It didn't look as though it were going to rain and it wasn't very cold.  I decided to walk.

I crunched over the gravel towards the lane that led to the main road through the village.  I looked at the hedges by the gate to the fields.  Had I seen somebody there when I had left on Thursday night?  It had been only for an instant and the headlights of a car can create weird shadows.

I passed a second gate.  I could see down over that field to the field behind the school they used as a cricket pitch in the summer.  There was the little pavilion where the changing rooms and small bar was.  Beyond it I could see a small sports car.  It looked like Steve's.

I could get to the shop by walking across the fields and it would give me a chance to tell Mandy about my change of plans.

I climbed the gate and walked across the field to the gate in the far side.  I climbed that.  Now if they came out of the pavilion I was close enough to attract their attention by shouting.

I walked around the fencing that protected the wicket from grazing animals during the winter months and walked up to the pavilion door.  Should I call, knock or just go in?

I heard Mandy give a short cry.  She sounded in pain.  I went to one of the windows and looked inside.  The window was covered in grime so I couldn't see very clearly at first.  A movement caught my eye.  I could see two ass cheeks moving up and down.  Steve's as he thrust his prick in and out of Mandy.  I remembered it had hurt taking Paul for the first few times.  It still could if I wasn't quite ready for him.

If the first going in had hurt Mandy she was showing every sign of enjoying the rest of it.  Her knees were bent and she had her arms wrapped around his back.

I could see that Steve was moving faster.  Then there was a flurry of movement as he pulled his prick from Mandy's fanny and moved away from her slightly.  His body stiffened and I could picture his shooting his come all over Mandy's pubic hairs and belly. He rolled onto his side and lay beside her.  He had his underpants and jeans about his ankles while Mandy was naked from the waist down with her jumper up above her breasts.  Breasts Steve was feeling with one of his hands.

They looked like they were building up for another go.  

A sudden blast of cold air reminded me I was standing on a hillside in mid-December.  I had felt quite warm while I had been walking but it was more exposed out here.  I wasn't going to wait for them to do it again.

I moved to the door and knock loudly upon it.  It swung open.  I could see everything now.  Steve's fingers were just beginning to rub on Mandy's fanny.  I could see his come, matting her pubic hairs.

"Sorry."  I said, closing the door as Mandy shrieked.  "I have something to tell you."



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zl



Copyright 2004. All rights reserved.

All events and characters are fictitious.

Rubies are Red. Part 38.

Jenny.

Mandy hates me.

She'd thank me for it one day. I wouldn't be much of a big sister if I left her to spend the rest of the day and night with Steve. It was too late to prevent him having her. He'd already done that. But if they were shagging all day and night then accidents could happen and no man could be trusted to pull out at the right moment every time.  What would my mother say if I left her behind and she became pregnant? It was better this way.

I finished packing my bag.

"Why can't I stay with Steve?" She asked again from her position perched on the edge of the bed.

"I didn't think you could see anything in him." I replied.

"That was before I knew him."

Or he you.

"What would Mum say?"

"You don't have to tell her. Tell her I ran away again."

"I've already told her I'm bringing you home with me."

"Let Steve take me then."

"Again?"

"You know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean."

Her bottom lip stuck out in a sulk.

"You are coming with me. Now help me strip the bed." She stood up as I pulled back the bed-covers. I looked down at the bottom sheet. The stain from when Ron had had me was still visible. I looked at Mandy. She was looking at the stain, then at me.

I pulled the sheet from the bed and screwed it up into a ball. The pillowcases and top sheet followed. All the while I was conscious of Mandy's eyes watching me. I carried the bed linen downstairs to the kitchen and placed it inside the washing machine. Mandy brought down our bags behind me.

"I want Steve to take me home." She suddenly demanded.

What could I say? I knew that if I argued further then the stain on the sheet would come up in conversation. But what if she told Steve? And then he told Len? Then Len told Steph? 

But if I made her come home with me and then she told all my sisters. She might even tell my mother.

"Alright." I gave in. "You ring Mum and tell her. When will you be going back?"

"Tomorrow."

"Where will you stay tonight?"

"That's up to Steve. He has a flat."

Mostly bed and very little sit that I remembered from the one time I went there with Paul to pick him up when we were going out for an evening together. Paul seemed envious of him for some reason. I thought it was cramped and untidy.

"Alright. Make your phone calls. Tell Mum you are staying in the Pub with Stephanie. She liked Steph when she met her at the wedding. Say that there is a party going on and you have been invited. I won't tell her any different."

"Alright. Thanks."

I cleaned up in the kitchen and poured the remains of the milk bottle into the sink. I could hear her talking on the phone. Should I make her promise not to say anything herself? But to do that I would have to admit to having an affair.  She might think I'd had. The only evidence she had to go on would be a stain on a sheet.

She was still talking. But not on the phone this time. Had Steve come back?

The kitchen door opened and Ron walked in. He closed the door behind him and walked towards me.

"I'm sorry." He said stopping a yard in front of me. "For this morning. I shouldn't have acted like that. Did I hurt you?"

"A little." I confirmed. "It doesn't matter." "Of course it matters. I shouldn't have used you like that."

He reached out a hand and touched my shoulder.

"Are we still friends?" He continued.

"Friends, yes. Nothing more. Not any more."

He was moving closer. Both hands were on my shoulders. I was moving to meet him.

"I don't want to do it again." 

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed at him. It was like trying to push a mountain over.

He pulled me closer still, lowering his head, searching for my lips with his. They touched. I pulled him close. No. Not again. I didn't want this.

I couldn't stop my lips from opening to his tongue. It filled my mouth.  He pulled it out as his hands closed on my ass cheeks.

Don't Please. I willed him to stop but was unable to do anything to prevent him. He could take me where I stood. I knew that. I think he did to. His prick certainly did.

He released my ass cheeks and stood back from me.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked.

Leave me alone part of me cried. Take me now the rest of my being urged.

He felt one of my breasts through my bra and jumper. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers moving. 

"Jenny." Mandy called. "Steve's here."

Ron removed his hand and I opened my eyes. I took a deep breath followed by another one.

"I think you had better go." I said.

"I'll come back." He said. "In an hour."

"No." I snapped.

My clit was throbbing. I wanted to rub it. But mostly I wanted to be alone.

"Please go." I said in a low voice as I opened the kitchen door.

Steve and Mandy pulled apart as we walked into the hallway. They both looked flushed. I hoped I didn't.

"Hello Steve." Ron said reaching for his coat. "How is your mother?"

"Oh. Hello Ron." Steve replied.  "She's fine thanks. I just left her."

So that was how he got here so quickly.

"I was just asking if there was any news about Paul and Roland." Roland explained.

"I'm flying to America tomorrow." I told him. "I'll be staying in London tonight."

He frowned. Steve's face looked bright. I suppose he was somebody Paul could envy. He was still single. He had a good well-paid job, his own flat and lots of success with the girls. I wondered if Paul ever felt he was missing out living with me. Having just the one woman in his life. Well, I was going to be a good woman for him.

"Ron was just leaving. He has guests." I continued. "He mustn't be late. Good-by Ron. We'll see you when we get back."

Ron hesitated at the door as Steve helped Mandy into her coat.

"Right." Ron said. "I'll see you when you get back. Good-bye."

Steve and Mandy followed him through the door saying their good-byes, Steve carrying Mandy's bag.

I heard them drive away.

I was alone. At last. I leaned back against the wall and felt my fanny lips through my jeans. It felt nice but I knew what would feel better.

I looked about myself for somewhere to sit. The hall chair wasn't really suitable so I walked into the kitchen my hand still on my fanny. I looked at the large old oak table. You could seat ten around it in comfort. You could also be fucked lying on your back on top of it or bending over it. Paul had had me in both positions on it more than once.

I wanted something inside me. I looked around for something to use. I opened the cupboards and drawers but I could see nothing suitable. Then my eyes alighted on the paper towel stand. I removed the roll of kitchen towel and picked it up. It was made of wood with a round base. A good two fingers wide and twelve inches long. I wouldn't be using all of it. The pole screwed into the base. I unscrewed it and went to the table. I kicked off my shoes and removed my jeans and knickers before lying down on the tabletop. The wood was cold for a second against my bare buttocks and I shivered slightly.

I bent my knees and rubbed at my fanny lips with the fingers of one hand. Then I pulled them apart and held the rounded end of the pole to my opening. I pushed twice, felt myself open and it was inside. I was feeling really wanton. Lying there with a wooden pole up my hole. I pulled it nearly completely out then pushed it slowly back inside. I wasn't wet enough to take it easily so I worked it slowly in and out feeling my lubricant increasing, feeling the pole move more freely with every second. 

I lifted my hips from the table and squeezed the pole hard. It felt really nice now. It was sliding in and out easily. It wasn't big enough to really stretch me but wide enough that I could feel it. I thought how it would feel inside my other hole. It was slippery. It was smooth. 

I pulled it out of my fanny and turned onto my side. I lifted my top leg as I did when Paul was going to take me in an early morning fuck and placed the tip of the pole against my anus. I pushed. My sphincter tightened automatically to prevent its entry. Perhaps it wasn't wet enough?

I moved it back to my fanny and pushed it back inside me. My clit was starting to throb again so I turned onto my back with pole still inside me and started to rub my clit. The pole was slipping out so I reached down with my other hand to hold it in place. I lifted my hips as I pushed it back inside keeping the contact with my clit as I did so.

It felt really nice. I very seldom put anything inside myself. If it were going to feel like this then I would be doing it more often in the future.

I pulled the pole nearly out and pushed it back inside. Then again. Oh yes. I could feel the pressure building inside and moved my finger faster. I moved the pole faster. It was building. More. Even more. I was there.

I relaxed back onto the table letting the ripples of pleasure run through my body. I closed my eyes. I was going to see Paul. I really did miss him. He wasn't going off on his own again if I could help it.

The pole was still inside my hole so I pulled it slowly from me. I looked down at it. It was coated here and there with a frothy white foam. I lifted the pole to my nose and sniffed. It could be my own juices worked into a lather or even some of Ron's come. I could smell myself and something else. Did I want to taste it?

No. I decided. I'd had enough of Ron's come.

I looked down over the swellings beneath my jumper over my pubic mound with its covering of black hairs and through the 'v' created by my thighs and into a face staring at me through the kitchen window.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zm



Copyright 2004. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 39.

Paul

I lifted my head and through the window into the room in front of me. I could still hear my grandfather and Roddrego arguing over something but there voices were now lowered. I could see Louise's head on a level with mine and beyond her Bill sitting on a chair. My grandfather and Roddrego were standing off to one side facing each other. 

I couldn't see anybody else. I took a risk and tapped gently on the window.

My grandfather and Roddrego continued their discussion and Bill continued to sit staring out into space but Louise's head jerked upright. I tapped again, louder this time.

Louise's head turned to face me. I could see there was a swelling about one of her eyes as if somebody had punched her. Her good eye opened wide when she saw me and a weak smile touched her lips. She had been crying. The bastards, what had they been doing to her?

She stood up and I could see that the front of her blouse had been torn open exposing her bra. There were scratch marks on one of her breasts.

She reached up for one of the window catches when I heard voices at the front of the building. I dropped off the barrel and hurried to the rear of the building.

"What about the woman?" I heard one man ask in Spanish.

"When we are in charge you can have any woman you want. But not now. We still need him for the moment. Later she can be yours." 

I tried to peer around the end of the building but the oil barrel was in the way and blocked most of my view. One thing I did see was my blanket and the basket containing my trousers. They must see them as well.

I could see a man, climbing into the short-wheel based Land rover. He was followed by a second in the front and a third who climbed into the back.

"I do not think we have anything to fear from those. The old man Wagstaffe must have flown a plane. We will find it on the lake when we look. We do not have the men to spare to look for it today. Keep a close eye on them for now and I will send somebody up to relieve you soon. Then you can have one of the village woman."

The Land-Rover engine was started drowning out whatever final conversation there was. I fought to prevent myself bursting out in a coughing fit as the fumes from the exhaust hit me. I turned my head and tried to fill my lungs with the fresher air from behind the building. I drew the revolver from its holster and peered back around the corner. One of the Land rovers was gone. I could hear its engine re-ceding into the distance. 

I crept back to the oil-barrel and peeped over the top. There was nobody in sight. I climbed back onto the barrel and looked into Louise's face. She motioned towards the window fastenings. I took it that from her gestures she couldn't unfasten them.

What was I to do? 

If I smashed enough of the windows for them to climb out it was sure to arouse the guard. I needed some distraction. Something so that I could get behind him and either over power him or hold him up with my revolver.

Louise. 

I hated even suggesting it to her. I showed her my revolver. Then I pointed out of the room. I could see the others crowding behind her watching me. I kissed my hand and pointed out of the room again. Then I held up my revolver and brought it down on an imaginary head. 

My grandfather was saying something to her. She looked shocked then frightened. A large hand came up from below the level of the window and rested on her shoulder. I recognised it as Howie's.

My grandfather came closer to the window and pointed to a small hut at the rear of the building. I went over to it and looked inside. Here was an old metal bucket sitting on the floor with just enough room to crouch over it with the door closed behind you. It stank in there and there were a lot of flies. You would really need to go to want to use that.

I came back to the window and looked inside. Louise and Bill were standing in the doorway whilst my grandfather was talking to who I supposed was the guard. He didn't look very friendly. He carried an automatic rifle similar to the one the guard I had killed earlier had been carrying. He also carried a weapon in a holster at his hip. He wore a uniform jacket with gold stars on his shoulder epaulettes his trousers looked as if they had come from somebody's pin-stripped three-piece suit.

He pointed his weapon and grandfather stepped away from the doorway. The guard stood aside and allowed Louise to leave the room, shutting the door in Bill's face. He must be going to take them one at a time.

I hurried back to the outhouse and hid behind it. It stank even worse back here. Their idea of sanitation appeared to be to use the bucket then throw its contents out back of the outhouse.

I saw them approaching. Louise leading with the guard following close behind. I didn't like the way his eyes were fixed on Louise's ass cheeks. I knew what the effect of watching them had begun to have on me earlier that morning.

They stopped in front of the entrance and I looked through one of the many gaps in the wooden walls of the outhouse. The guard indicated she should use the bucket keeping his hand on the door to hold it open. Louise hesitated then backed into position above the bucket and began to slowly undo her trousers. I watched as she eased them down over her ass cheeks at the rear with her panties then crouch. She held her panties and trousers up at the front to hide her fanny from but her ass cheeks opened wonderfully for me. I could see her tight, brown hole clearly and some stray wisps of hair further in between her legs. The guard made his annoyance at not being able to see clearly known with a mouthful of Spanish swearwords and a threat. 

I didn't think Louise's Spanish was good enough to understand every word he said, there were a couple I hadn't heard before, but his meaning was obvious. He was moving towards her. He placed his rifle against the entrance post and began to undo his trousers.

It was now or never. I hurried to the front of the building and slammed the door against his back pushing him into the hut. Louise called out. I pulled open the door with my revolver held as a club. 

Louise was on her backside in a corner her legs open and her fanny lips showing. The guard was struggling to stand, draw his weapon and put his prick away at the same time while the contents of the bucket sloshed about the floor. I leapt onto the guards back pushing him down on top of Louise

I hit him on the back of his head two, three times. He still struggled so I hit him again and again. Why was it that in all the films I'd ever seen the bad guy only ever needed hitting once? I hit him a final time. His skull felt soft beneath my blow this time.

He stopped struggling. He'd stopped everything.

I helped Louise stand to her feet and watched as she pulled up her panties and trousers. Then I unbuckled the guards holster and took out his pistol and a small bunch of door keys from a hook. I shoved the pistol into my gun belt and picked up his rifle. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. 

Louise was standing in front of me. She held me tight for a few seconds then pushed me away.

"You stink of shit." She said.

"So do you." I replied.

"Come on. Let's go. What's your plan?"

Now would be a good time to have one of those.

"We take the Land-Rover. In four wheel drive it should get us quite a way back to the falls." 

It was the first thing to come into my head. It should as well. It would be a bumpy ride but we could make it.

She nodded.

"Why are you wearing a skirt?" She asked.

"Disguise."

"It's not very good."

"It worked."

We reached the window. Grandfather and Roddrego were looking out at me. I went to the Land Rover. Thankfully the keys were inside. I don't think I could have faced going back into that toilet to search his pockets for them.

"Go inside and let them out." I told Louise, handing her the bunch of door keys. "Tell them to come out one at a time and come to the Land Rover. How bad is Howie?"

"He was shot in the shoulder when he tried to stop them pawing me about. It's only a flesh wound really but Howie likes to make a big thing out of these things."

I could tell she was worried so I gave her a hug. She did smell of shit.

"Hurry." I said. "We don't know when the others will be back."

"Not tonight." She replied. "They are going to a meeting. The government wants peace. Roddrego told us they have a helicopter."

"Ok." I patted her on the backside as she turned away from me.

I wiped my hand on the side of my skirt. That was a thought. I took it off and pulled on my trousers again as Louise and Bill led the others back around the corner. I shoved my cock back inside the fly hole of my underpants and fastened my trousers. Both the women watched me as I did it. Both had smiles on their faces.

I re-fastened the gun belt and handed the pistol and rifle to grandfather and Roddrego. Howie lay on his back in the well of the rear of the Land-Rover with his knees bent. The others sat on either side of him as I climbed behind the steering wheel. 

I switched on the engine and placed the vehicle into gear.

+++++++++++

Jenny.

I pulled into the small car park behind the block of apartments Paul owned in London at half-past six. I had just about convinced myself I'd imagined the face at the window. I'd stopped over briefly in Bristol to collect my suitcase, some fresh clothes and my passport. I'd received another phone call from Carole telling me that I could pick up my tickets at the airport and that she was really looking forward to seeing me.

Hudson's door was closed so I rang the bell. I could hear movement behind it and the sound of voices and I saw the little spy hole change colour as he opened it up inside to see who was there.

He opened the door a little.

"Ah Jenny." He said. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

He was only wearing a towel about his waist. I'd never thought of him as being a very well built man before. He certainly was. A barrel of a chest, covered in hairs. A flat, well-muscled stomach and well defined shoulders and biceps.

"I'll get you the spare keys." He said, turning away from me and heading into his kitchen where he kept his key-press.

He had a well-muscled back as well. It was broad at the top and tapered down to his hips.

I could see into his living room at the back of his sofa. A head appeared briefly over it. It was the face of a young man. By the naked shoulder I imagined he was in the nude. Hudson came back, saw where I was looking and waved his hand at the young man. The head and shoulder disappeared.

"Here are the keys." He said, handing me a small bunch. "Will you be needing anything?"

"No thanks." I replied. "I'll go to restaurant to eat and then have an early night."

"I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

"That's very kind of you."

The sound of movement behind him caught both our attentions. He looked over his shoulder and I craned mine to see around him.

The young man was standing up and stretching. He certainly was nude. I could see his ribs. And his prick. It must have been semi-hard. If not then when it was fully-grown it would make Ron's appear small.

Hudson turned back towards me obscuring my vision.

"Will there be anything else?" He asked.

He seemed in a hurry to get rid of me. "No. I'll see you in the morning. Thank you."

"Bye Jenny." He said, closing the door.

I remained standing where I was for a few seconds.

"Oh Mike." I heard the young man's voice clearly. "Who was your friend?"

It was high pitched and nasal. It made my skin creep. Hudson's reply was deeper and unintelligible.

I walked across the hall and took the lift to the top floor. The doors opened and I stepped out into the short corridor. The door to Paul's apartment was on my right and I walked to it and let myself in. I think I'd only meet the people in the other apartment once. He was American I seemed to recall and she had written a book. That was all I knew about them. I'd have to ask Paul if he knew any more.

I hung up my coat then, after placing my suitcase on the bed in the master bedroom I went into the bathroom and used the toilet. I could see that the top of the dirty linen basket wasn't on straight so I lifted it up to straighten it. Inside I could see one of Paul's shirts. I lifted it out. There was a towel underneath it and a pair of his underpants and socks.

I lifted them all out. They smelt damp and musty but they were comforting in a way. I replaced the other things but kept Paul's shirt with me. It still smelled slightly of his underarm deodorant.

I went back into the bedroom and opened my suitcase. I picked up his shirt again and held it to my nose.

Did I want another bath or shower before I went out? I'd showered twice already that day after all.

I decided not to bother. I'd do as I was. Just change my jeans for a skirt and some tights. That would do.

I took off my jeans and panties and quickly dressed. I hadn't had a proper meal all day I suddenly realised. It was a pity Hudson was occupied. He could have gone with me. I did hate going into bars and restaurants by myself. I could imagine people's conversations in low voices. 'What's wrong with her that she hasn't got a date on a Saturday night?'

Let them talk. I knew the reason. That was good enough.

I had never really thought about Hudson being gay before. I suppose all the signs were there if you took the time to look for them. Middle aged. Never married or been known to have a girlfriend. Couple to that the fact that he was a good-looking man with an impressive body. It was legal now so good luck to him.

I finished dressing and, taking my coat and my handbag went back downstairs to the entrance. Should I visit the Admiral and his wife? No. With luck they wouldn't know I had been there and we could always see them on the way back home.

The front door was on its time lock so only people with keys could get in. I checked I had mine and let myself out. It was just past seven o'clock. It would be around two in the afternoon in South America. I wondered if Paul was having a siesta.

++++++

Paul.

I drove quickly across the open ground towards where the men were sorting their rocks. For a long time the guard didn't react then suddenly I saw him raise his rifle. I saw the man I had spoken to before move behind him and bring a large rock down onto his head. 

Somebody was firing the rifle in the back of the Land Rover. Something passed close to my head making me duck. There was more firing from the back of the vehicle.

The entrance to the track was just ahead. We bounced into it and I pulled up.

"Why have you stopped?" Grandfather asked angrily as I climbed out and retrieved the rifle I had stashed earlier.

I looked up into faces of the young girl and the other woman as I straightened. I tried to smile reassuringly at them. I wasn't certain it worked.

"Good man." My grandfather said as I handed it into the back. He looked more alive then I had seen him in months.

I reached into my basket and took out the girl's skirt. It seemed important that I should give it back. I handed it to her and resumed my seat behind the steering wheel.

"Your grandfather shot the guard above the tunnel entrance." Louise said excitedly. "Even with us bouncing up and down."

"He flew fighter aeroplanes in the first world war." I shouted back to her over the noise of the engine. "He's used to it."

We started moving again.

"Keep your heads down." I called.

It was good advice. I wished I could take it as well.

The Land Rover ploughed through the ground cover with ease at first leaving us in the exposed top to be hit from all sides by the new undergrowth above.

We bounced up as we passed over a bump. I looked in the one side mirror and saw the body of the guard. We must have run over him. My stomach turned.

The engine screamed as I kept it in as low a gear as possible with all four wheels engaged so that I was using maximum power. We bounced from side to side. Twice we were dragged to a halt by the undergrowth wrapping itself around the axels. Each time it seemed to take an age to clear and every second I expected to hear the sound of pursuit. But then we were moving again and we were covering the ground many times faster than we could have on foot.

Eventually we could go no further in the Land Rover. The track ahead was particularly clogged with undergrowth. I revved the engine trying to push my way through but it was no good. It would need an hours work with machetes to clear the trail. We had neither the hour or the machetes.

"Time to walk." I said, switching off the engine.

From what I remembered of the journey the following evening we were only about fifteen minutes walk from the base of the waterfall. We had covered better ground in less time than I had thought we could have.

I led the way with Howie resting his arm on my shoulder. We would have to go at his pace.

At the foot of the mule trail by the side of the falls we stopped to gather our breath and listen for signs of pursuit but it was impossible to hear much over the sound of the water. I didn't think pursuit would be too far behind us. They had Land Rovers and the path we had cleared would make it easier and faster for them to follow us.

Then there was of course the possibility that, having silenced the outside guards they others might not realise we had gone if the men sorting rocks didn't tell them for a while.

"Let's go." I said to the others. "We might get back to the plane before they star searching for us if we hurry."

Roddrego stood up importantly.

"I will stay here." He spoke as if he were addressing a large meeting. "You go. They only need me. I don't think they will follow you if they have me."

He could have said that before we left.

"You don't want to live as they would have you live." My grandfather said. "They will give you the title but nothing else. You would be President in name only."

"It's what I've always wanted."

"It would be nothing. It wouldn't be real."

They looked at each other. I knew something of Roddrego's history. How his father had been the countries president until deposed in a revolution in the early nineteen-twenties. How his sister had been raped and murdered and how he had been forced to live in exile for over thirty years. How he had fathered an illegitimate daughter who had produced two daughters of her own, both of whom I had fucked. There had been a reconciliation between Roddrego and the leaders of the country after his father had died after the second world war and the Ruby mine had been part of the reconciliation process.

"Come with us Roddrego." My grandfather urged. "Please."

"For you I will do it." He proclaimed.

We started the climb. It was only some six hundred feet or so but there was two one hundred and eighty degree turns with a total distance to cover of about a mile. Uphill all the way and it was the hottest time of the day. We had no water and there was precious little shade. It was going to be difficult. I was glad they were not following us. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zn



Copyright 2004. All rights reserved.

Paul.

I looked down the side of the path we had climbed but there was still no sign of pursuit. This was becoming very strange. They must know we had escaped by now. Why was nobody following us?

I looked out over the top of the jungle towards the mine site and beyond it the village. There was smoke rising over the town. Perhaps the inhabitants were rebelling against the rebels and that was what was keeping them? Not that I minded why they weren't coming. It was very hard to see who was on whose side in all this. If the rebel cause was so popular then why were the miners working under armed guard? If he was to be the next President why was Roddrego for that matter?

I didn't fully understand what was going on.

Still, whatever the reason we were at the summit. Everybody was lying down taking a breather. I looked at their faces. They all looked the same. Dirty, with cracked lips. We needed some water. There was a lake full of it where the plane was moored. It might not be the cleanest but other than stop to boil it, it would have to do.

"Come on." I urged the others. "We can get a drink at the lake."

"It's too brackish." Grandfather warned. "I told you."

"Just to swill our mouths out." Louise said.

"We all need a drink." Bill joined in.

"If we fly straight its three hours back to the coast." Grandfather pointed out. "It will be cooler up in the air."

"Wait." Roddrego said. "There is always those."

We all looked to where he was pointing. Inside the jungle we could see the tops of trees sticking out of the canopy. There were some small, green fruits on some of them. 

"They are nutritious and moist." Roddrego continued.

They looked a long way up. "Somebody would have to climb." Grandfather said.

Everybody was looking at me.

"Go on buddy." Howie said weakly. "You can do it."

"Please." This from Louise.

"Alright." I could do with something myself. "I'll try. Do you want to stay here or make your way to the plane?"

"We'll go to the plane I think." Grandfather said. "It's strange they are not following us."

"They do not have many men." Roddrego explained. "Perhaps only twenty now. The rest are fighting. They have a helicopter. It flies the stones out."

I could see something that looked like a large fly in the distance, hovering over the village.

"It's there now." I pointed it out.

"They may come looking for us in that." Grandfather said. "Let's get on. Don't spend too much time Paul. We will have to make do without."

He seemed to be having difficulty swallowing.

"I'll see you back at the plane." I said judging the direction of the nearest tree.

"I'll come with you." Louise spoke as she got to her feet and adjusted what remained of her blouse to cover her breasts. "Help you carry the fruit."

"Good girl." Grandfather said as he and Roddrego helped Howie to stand.

"See you soon." I waved my hand and ploughed into the undergrowth with Louise close behind.

After a few yards the undergrowth thinned and I could see up at the treetops above. It wasn't going to be easy to get up there. The trunks seemed to go straight up. 

"How are you going to get up there?" Louise asked.

"No idea." I said turning to look at her face.

Even dirty and bruised with her hair tangled in knots she looked lovely. 

I took her hand in my own.

"I'm sorry." She said suddenly.

"What for?" I asked.

"This morning. After you did it."

"Did what?"

"Made love to me. I said some things."

Was that only this morning? I'd killed two men since then.

"I shouldn't have said them."

The blood from the guard who had raped the girl. There had been so much of it.

"I know you will be going back to Jenny when all this is over."

And the guards head the last time I hit it. It was as soft as a sponge.

"I'm glad it happened."

She wasn't hitting him. What?

"So am I." Pay attention.

"What will happen next time we meet?" She asked, squeezing my hand.

Yes. What would happen?

"I don't know." I replied. "It wouldn't be fair on Jenny or you to keep doing it."

"What about Heather?" Yes. What about Heather? "Will you be seeing her again?"

"I don't know. I'll try not to."

"You are not very good at saying no."

I wasn't. That was true. I didn't mean to.

"Ah." I said pointing to where a tree had half fallen to the ground. "That's what we want."

It stood at a forty-five degree plus angle supported by the trees beside it. I took off my gun-belt and passed it to Louise.

"Look after that." I said and started to climb.

It was easier going than I thought it would be but it was still a long way up. I reached up and pulled myself up into the branches of one of the upright trees and continued to climb. It was getting lighter the higher I climbed. I could feel a breeze. I had reached the fruiting layer.

I picked one and bit into it. The skin was sour but the inside was edible. Just. But it was moist. I sucked the insides out of a further three fruits then started to load the inside of my shirt. The fruits felt cool and rough against my skin.

I heard a grunting sound from close beside me and froze. It came again. I pulled back a branch and stared into the face of a large monkey. I don't know who screamed the loudest. I could hear other noises. More screams. All of them getting closer. Time to go.

I scrambled down the tree a lot faster than I had climbed. Something hit me on the head then the arm. They were throwing fruit at me. More hit me as I reached the fallen tree. I slid down on my ass cheeks using my feet as breaks. I could see Louise below me. She had taken off her blouse and was filling it with fruits that had fallen to the ground. Her bra straps stood out bright white in the gloom.

The monkeys had stopped showering me with fruit by the time I reached the bottom.

Louise straightened and turned to face me. I could see her lips were wet.

"They are a bit sharp." She observed wiping her mouth on a corner of her blouse. "Do you think we have enough?"

"Plenty." I replied looking at her bra-covered breasts.

"Do you think it will shock the others if I come back like this?" She asked looking down.

I could feel my prick hardening inside my trousers.

"I like them." I told her.

"I know." She smiled.

"I didn't think I'd see them again."

"You haven't seen them yet."

I stepped closer and felt one.

"That's not fair. I can't stop you while I'm holding these."

She lifted her fruit filled blouse.

I felt her other breast.

"We should be getting back." She said.

"You're right." I agreed reaching behind her and unhooking her bra.

I pulled the straps forward to her elbows. She lowered her arms. It slid down further looking like a giant pair of handcuffs on her forearms.

I felt her breasts again, one in each hand feeling her nipples hardening. She closed her eyes. I undid her trousers and knelt on one knee pulling them down to the ground. I did the same to her panties then helped her lift her feet clear. 

She stood before me, to all intents naked. I kissed her pubic mound. Holding her in place with a hand on either ass cheek.

I could smell her fanny as I kissed her pubic mound again. She opened her legs as I searched for her clit with the tip of my tongue and swivelled her hips forward to give me better access. I heard her gasp as I found it. Then a second and a third time as I licked then sucked upon it.

"Yes." I heard her say.

I helped her to lie down on her back and went back to licking and sucking on her clit. Her blouse full of fruit she placed to one side and ran her fingers through my hair whilst lifting her hips from the ground. 

She was grinding her fanny hard against my face as she pulled it towards her. I heard her come but she held my head in place. She was coming again. I pulled myself from her and moved above her almost tearing my prick from my trousers. I could hear the monkeys in the trees above us. I hoped they were getting a good view as I pushed my trousers down and thrust my prick inside her.

The fruit inside my shirt was falling out. Some was getting squashed between our bodies others falling to the floor beside us. I kept moving in and out. I couldn't stop if I had wanted to. I felt her fanny gripping me as she came then relaxing. I kept moving. I was panting. All the feelings in my body were centred on the tip of my prick. She was tightening her fanny around it again. My balls were lifting. I was there.

I moved slowly in and out as my come shot inside her. I looked down at her face and smiled.

"You looked pleased with yourself." She spoke softly, hardly above a whisper.

"I enjoyed it."

"We must go." She said, moving beneath me.

"Yes. Of course."

I pulled my prick from her and sat back on my heels so I could look down at her body. Her hole was still open. The lips puffed up slightly. I could see some of my come leaking out. I rubbed it into the soft skin between her two holes. "This isn't getting us back to the plane." 

"Alright."

I dragged my eyes from her fanny and got to my feet pulling up my trousers as I did so. My chest and stomach felt sticky with fruit juice. I could do with a wash.

We gathered up as much of the fruit as was still fit to eat and placed them back inside my shirt. I buckled on my gun-belt and we walked hand in hand through the half-light of the jungle floor in what I hoped was the general direction of the track that led to the plane.

We hadn't walked for more than a couple of minutes when I could hear something ahead. An engine. A loud engine. The noise was coming from above. I saw a dark shape pass over-head, heard the sweeping of its rotor-blades.

"They are looking for us." I said.

"I hope they don't find us." I replied.

We hurried on. I looked at my watch. It was three-thirty. We would need to get away soon or we would be landing in the dark.

The helicopter continued to drone away above us. We reached the track. I couldn't see anything. It was unlikely they would be able to see the plane from above. They would be able when we started to move however. What if we stayed where we were? They might think we had already flown away.

Louise fell as we hurried along the track spilling her blouse full of fruit. I bent to help her to her feet feeling more of the fruits squash inside my shirt. I helped her with her bundle and gave her a re-assuring smile.

We didn't have far to go. We couldn't have. 

The helicopter was directly overhead. I looked up. I could see the faces of the pilot and co-pilot. The aircraft was turned sideways on revealing an open rear door with a heavy machine-gun pointing at us.

I pulled Louise from the track as it began firing.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zo



Copyright 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 41.

Jenny

I sat back in my chair in the restaurant and stifled a burp.

My meal of steak, mushrooms and baked potato with a side salad had been excellent. As had the peaches and ice cream I 'd had as dessert. I sipped at my coffee and looked around the room.

There were about twenty tables in the restaurant. Most sat four diners. I was on one of the tables set back in a corner that sat two. Only one table was unoccupied. There was only one other person dining alone. A man on the far side of the room. He was turned sideways on to me so I couldn't see him very clearly.

The atmosphere was getting cloudy with after dinner cigarette smoke. A group of four young men were beginning to get a little rowdy. For the second time in ten minutes they tried to break into song only to be stopped by one of the waiters. One of them was swearing at him.

Why did they have to come here? I'd been enjoying the evening up until then. At last I'd had a chance to sit quietly and think. 

I wondered where Paul was. We hadn't heard any more from the American authorities since they told us they were safe in their care. I could imagine it would be difficult what with there being a civil war going on to pass too many messages. Anyway, Harve had the clout to get answers. 

I was really looking forward to seeing Carole again. I hoped Howie was settling down to married life. I didn't think he'd realised how much it would change his life. I don't suppose it had had as much effect on Paul as we had been living together for over two years when we married.

I wondered how many times Steve would have Mandy. She wouldn't have any remnants of virginity left by the time he took her home. He didn't have the biggest prick in the world but he was very popular. I just didn't see in him what other girls did.

Ron. Now there was a big prick. I still couldn't get over how it had felt each time he fucked me. I had never been really filled before. Paul's prick was nice and it certainly did the job for me. But.

Oh no. They were starting again. It was time to leave. I waved my hand at my waiter and asked him for my bill. When it came I left enough money on the plate to cover it with a small tip and walked across to where my coat was hanging. I received a couple of whistles from the rowdy crowd and I heard one say that he'd 'like to give me one.'

The waiter helped me own with my coat and I stepped outside into the damp night air. I would be in New York this time the next day and then in Miami the day after, hopefully with Paul inside me.

I could feel myself getting excited. We hadn't been apart this long since we had split up that time and that Bastard Mike had got me drunk and fucked me. Fucked me twice in fact. I couldn't think what pleasure it would have given him. I'd just lain on the bed too drunk to move while he had had me. It had hurt Paul when he had found out. I knew that. I now I was risking hurting him again with Ron.

"How about it then, love?"

I'd been so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn't heard them catching me. I looked around. The four men from the restaurant were close beside me. Too close.

One reached out and put his arm around my waist. 

"Go away." I snapped, pushing at his arm. "Leave me alone. I'll scream."

"I don't think anybody will hear you around here." One face appeared in front of mine.

I could see the entrance to Paul's block of apartments on the next corner. It was only fifty yards away. 

"Leave me alone." I repeated and pushed past them. 

They closed around me again before I'd covered ten yards. 

"Come on." One of them urged. "Just a little kiss each. No harm in that."

'Just a blowjob each and you could use our phone.' That was what old man Rogers had said. After I had done that for them they had still bent me over the table and the youngest son had tried to get his prick up my backside.

"No." I shouted.

I tried to push past but this time they didn't move aside. There were hands on my coat.

"Come on." Another voice said. "It won't hurt."

They had my hands and arms. One of them was unbuttoning my coat. There were three hands no four feeling my breasts.

"Stop it." I screamed. "Please stop it."

Suddenly I was thrown to the ground. There was a body on top of me. Two bodies. For a moment I couldn't breathe. Somebody was shouting and I could hear the sound of slapping. Somebody grunted. The bodies left mine and I looked into a strangers face as he helped me to my feet.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

I looked down. There were four bodies on the ground. They were all groaning.

"I am." I replied. "Thank you."

I took in a deep breath.

"I don't know what they would have done." I continued, my voice shaking.

"Let's go before they get up." He suggested.

He held me all the way back to the apartments.

"Are you sure you are alright?" He asked again as we stood in the foyer.

"I'm fine now." I assured him. "You were in the restaurant, weren't you?"

"Yes. I heard them talking." He smiled. He had a lovely smile. "Do you want me to come up with you? See you to your door?"

"No. I am all right. Honestly."

I stepped into the lift. The door closed before I could thank him again. I hadn't even asked him his name.

I pressed the stop button on the lift and then the door open one.

He was just opening the door to leave.

"I'm sorry." I called across to him.

He stopped and turned to face me.

"That's all right. It was nothing."

"Would you like a coffee? Or something? Please."

He looked at me and pulled the door closed.

"All right. I'd love one. Thank you."

I began shivering as the lift ascended to the second floor. 

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"Must be reaction. After the event." I replied.

He placed his arm about my shoulders as he had when escorting me back to the building. It felt so comforting. So safe. I leaned my head against his.

He was still holding me as I turned my key in the lock.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

I held Louise's body hard up against the trunk of a tree with my own as the bullets slashed through the undergrowth all around us. Three times the helicopter passed overhead. I could see its outline and hear its engine above us. Then the noise died away. Had they gone or were they waiting?

"What are we going to do?" Louise asked.

I could hear the fear in her voice. I didn't answer for a few seconds as I fought to control the same in mine.

"They are waiting for us." I managed to say in a fairly normal voice.

I was certain of that. But how long could they wait. I wish I knew more about them. I'd seen the type hundreds of times in television pictures from Vietnam. Now that war was over there must be thousands of them sold as war surplus.

"The lake and falls are that way." I pointed. "If we move slowly in that direction we should find the others eventually."

We started off trying to move without disturbing the undergrowth. Twice more the helicopter passed overhead and each time I pulled Louise to the ground and covered her body with my own.

"I hope the others don't see us like this." She said as I lifted my body from hers the second time. "They might think we're doing it."

I smiled, at her remarks and then at the thought. They would have seen us doing it if they had been around thirty minutes earlier. I didn't know why I'd had to have her then. It had been an over-whelming need. I just couldn't stop myself. 

I wondered if the monkeys were discussing what they had seen between themselves. Perhaps they would start trying it face to face.

I could hear the rumbling of the falls ahead. It was getting louder with each step. My feet were getting wet.

I pulled my foot up and stepped back. 

"This way." I said, squelching my way to the left.

We moved as quickly and as quietly as we could. The sound of the falls was getting less. We couldn't have far to go. The undergrowth was thicker here. I pushed through it and saw the trail in front of me. I looked up and listened. I couldn't see or hear the helicopter. We could risk it.

"Come on." I said to Louise as I pulled her through the undergrowth and onto the trail behind me. "Let's run."

Still holding her hand I started to jog towards where I hoped the lake was. She was running beside me. She stumbled twice and I stopped to help her to her feet. The trail was widening. I could see the plane ahead. Roddrego was sitting in the open doorway with his rifle in his hands. My grandfather was standing on the shore near where the rope securing the plane was tied.

"What took you?" He asked.

"They have a helicopter." I panted.

"They were shooting at us." Louise joined in.

"Yes. We heard that." He looked inside Louise's blouse at the fruits it contained then at her bra-covered breasts.

"It was all I could think of to use." She suddenly covered her chest with an arm.

"You've done very well." He smiled gently at her. "Can you make it to the plane?"

"Yes." Louise said wading out first knee, then waist, then breast high into the water.

"I'll go next." My grandfather said. "Release the plane then come out as quickly as you can. I'll start the engines."

I watched him wade out to the plane holding his rifle above his head. At the plane he helped Roddrego lift Louise into the plane then climbed in himself. 

I heard the sound of the helicopter above and froze to the spot. It passed overhead and the sound receded into the distance. I reached up for the restraining rope as my grandfather started the engines. The helicopter was sure to notice that so I released the rope and leapt into the water swimming in a fast crawl to where the plane was bobbing up and down as grandfather fought to hold it against the pull of the falls. I reached up and grabbed the hands of Roddrego and Louise and scrambled up inside the plane. 

I climbed the short ladder up to where my grandfather sat behind the piolots controls and sat in the co-pilots seat. "I'm glad you're here." He said, breathlessly. "It's hard to hold her. Not as young as I was. Out to the middle, turn and we'll fly out over the falls."

I kept my hand on the engine throttles as we began to move out into the middle of the lake. 

"Faster." Grandfather urged. "They're coming."

He pointed to the end of the lake. I could see the helicopter turning towards us. We only had seconds. I turned the Catalina towards the falls, feeling the pull of the water and opened the throttles fully. We gathered speed. I could catch glimpses of the helicopter in the small rear view mirror above the cabin.

The falls were very close. 

"Now." Grandfather shouted and I felt the control stick move.

I pulled back on the stick as well. The plane started to lift then dropped as we flew over the edge of the falls. For a few seconds I could see nothing because of all the spray around us then we were flying in bright sunshine.

Grandfather banked the plane sharply to the left then to the right. I saw the helicopter flash below us. Then we were diving down towards the river below picking up speed. I could see the helicopter turning in the mirror. It was following but getting smaller.

I looked at my grandfather. His face looked strained and there were beads of sweat on his brow.

"I'll take her." I shouted.

He nodded, released the controls and settled back in his seat. 

I looked in the mirror again but could see nothing of the helicopter. The mine site passed on the right then the village. There was smoke rising from a number of buildings.

"Gain some altitude." Grandfather shouted. "Ten thousand at least for when we cross the mountain pass. We don't want them taking pot shots at us."

"Will they have more helicopters?" I asked. "Or planes."

"Neither side have much in the way of an air-force." He replied. "Mostly old fifties stock."

I looked around as I pulled back on the control column and we began to climb. Mostly fifties stock. Well I hoped we didn't meet any of it. It would still be more than a match for this old bus. It was built for long range cruising not dog fighting.

I could see the gap between the mountains ahead. The jungle below looked quiet. It was hard to believe there was a war going on.

++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

"I'm afraid I don't know your name." I said as I spooned some instant coffee into a cup.

"Walter. I'm afraid." He replied. "Friends call me Walt. Walt Parsons."

"My names Jennifer. Jennifer Wagstaffe. Everyone calls me Jenny."

"Mrs Wagstaffe?" He asked looking at the rings on the third finger of my left hand.

"Yes."

I hesitated.

"You weren't about to say you were sorry to say?" He joked.

Well I hoped he was joking.

"No. I'm married. Very happily married."

"Is he not in tonight?"

"No. He's out of the country. He'll be back next week."

"He's left you all alone in London."

"Not really. He left me with a friend in Bristol."

"Why?"

"It's a very long story."

"I've got time. Besides the coffee is still hot."

"Would you like to come into the lounge?"

"Where ever you want."

I carried my cup into the front room imagining his eyes were on my ass cheeks. Why had I invited him up? Why had I let him hold me? He probably thought I was going to let him fuck me. Well I'd already been fucked once that day and I certainly didn't need another.

I placed my cup on the large glass topped coffee table and waited for him. He walked past me and went straight to the piano standing in one corner of the room.

"Do you play?" He asked, sitting on the piano stool and placing his cup on one of the small round mats on the table behind it.

"No." I replied walking towards him. "It's my husbands."

"It's quite old."

"It was his great uncle's before him." I found myself explaining. "This used to be his apartment."

He was making himself too comfortable. Too at home. I suddenly wanted to get rid of him.

He was picking out the notes of a song. He could play.

"Do you like piano music?"

"My husband plays very well."

Was I consciously using 'my husband' as a defence?

He was playing a classical piece. I recognised it as one that Paul played sometimes. He didn't play it as well as Paul did. He was putting too much effort into it. Lifting his hands too far from the keys. I think he must be trying to impress me.


He wasn't.

"Sit beside me." He urged.

"No." I said. "I'm all right here."

I placed my hand in front of my mouth.

"Look, Walt." 

He looked up from the keys and stopped playing.

"I'm very grateful for what you did but I'm flying to America in the morning and I must get some sleep."

He stood up and walked towards me. What was he going to do?

"If that's what you want."

"It is." I confirmed.

"Then I'll say goodnight." He leaned forward suddenly and kissed me on the cheek. Then he walked into the short hallway and took his coat from the hook.

"Perhaps I'll see you again one day."

"I don't think so." Best not leave him with any hope. "I usually only come up with my husband."

He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. I saw his head start to move forward for another kiss and pulled back. There was hurt in his eyes.

"Goodbye Walt." I said and closed the door leaning with my back against it.

I wished my heart would stop pounding.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zp



The Paul and Jenny Stories: Part 42.

(c) 2004 Paul C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 18zn

Paul.

It was getting dark as we approached the lights of the capitol. Very dark. I circled to the north of the city then looked for the docks and the entrance to the river. Louise, who had been sitting next to me for the last two hours while grandfather had rested, left her seat for him to join me.

"What's the fuel like?" He asked. 

"We still have a third of a tank." I replied, looking at the dial.

"This is a good plane." He observed.

"How's Howie?" I asked.

"He'll live. He lost a fair amount of blood and that climb didn't help." He peered ahead through the windscreen. "There is fuel at the old airstrip."

"If we land there they will arrest us." I said.

"Yes. They will." He agreed.

"But we will be safe."

"We have Roddrego to think of. He's not sure what the American's reaction would be if they had him. The government would promise the Americans anything so they could get their hands on him. It might take the heart out of the revolution. Then the rebels want him as the figurehead to rally the people in revolt. So they would give the Americans anything to get him back." He was right.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"I think it is too dark now to risk a river landing. I think we should land out to sea and look for a place to come ashore. The American fleet will have picked us up on radar and might come looking for us."

"At night?"

"They will have all sorts of boats and helicopters. Let's go as low as we can and maybe they will not be able to pinpoint where we land." I lowered the nose of the airplane until the altimeter failed to record and throttled back. We skimmed across the surface of the sea. The moon was bright and the stars filled the sky. 

"That's right." My grandfather said. "Keep it like that. If we have dropped off their radar screens, it will have been a mile or two back by now. Are you all right to land her? The sea's calm."

"Here?" I asked

"Yes. We can taxi closer to shore, perhaps find a beach."

I throttled back a little more and the plane touched the surface of the sea. We bounced. I throttled back some more and we cut through the gentle swell. The plane rocked back and forth, as we came to a halt. "Is everybody all right?" I asked over my shoulder. I was meet by a chorus of yeses. 

"Can you see anywhere we can moor or beach?" Grandfather asked.

I opened my side window. The noise, even with the engines on tick-over was deafening so I closed it again. "Could there be some fuel at the docks?" I suggested.

"Very likely. That's the beauty of these engines; they will burn just about anything. Getting our hands on two hundred gallons might be the problem."

"Where should we aim for?"

"I would think Trinidad," he replied

"We wouldn't need full tanks to get there."

"Just a hundred gallons."

"There had been some petrol pumps beside one of those buildings on the docks." Louise had joined us by standing on the small ladder. "Can't you use the radio and speak to somebody?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Well somebody." She said.

"Roddrego doesn't trust anyone." Grandfather remarked.

"Let's try it. I'm worried about Howie. He says he's very cold." She did sound worried.

"Alright, switch it on." Grandfather said.

I turned the knob and we listened. Grandfather placed the pilots headset onto his head while I shared mine with Louise. At first, there was only static crackle so I turned the tuning dial. Somebody was speaking in Spanish, then English.

"Come in." It must have been the end of a sentence. The voice started speaking again. It gave the registration number of an aircraft.

"That's us." Grandfather said. I should have known.

"What do they want?" Louise asked.

"Listen." I replied. The voice started again. It was a request for us to respond.

"Should we?" Grandfather asked.

"Please." Louise urged.

"Hello. This is the pilot you are seeking." Grandfather adjusted the headset and spoke into the microphone.

"State your location," came the voice at the other end.

"You state yours." My grandfather replied.

"I have somebody here you know." There was a hissing sound for a few seconds then a voice came on.

"Is that you, Mr. Wagstaffe? This is Major Peterson."

I recognised the voice of the officer commanding the American forces at the old airstrip.

"Hello. Major Peterson." My grandfather replied. "What can I do for you?"

"You shouldn't have taken that aeroplane." Major Peterson.

"Why not. I own it. Harry was in the employ of the mine for part of the year. We let him use the plane for the rest of the year to make himself a living."

"We were looking after you."

"But you were not helping my friend."

There was a pause. "Is he with you?" Major Peterson asked suddenly.

"Why?"

"We would like to speak to him."

"What is going on?" Roddrego asked from behind Louise.

"We have the Americans." Grandfather said. "They wish to speak to you."

I climbed out of my seat, climbed down the ladder to make way for Roddrego and followed Louise into the body of the plane. They had made a bed of sorts for Howie in the rear of the plane beneath the Perspex domes. He was asleep. Louise felt his pulse. She lifted her head and smiled at me. "I'm glad he's sleeping." She said as I helped her to her feet. "He needs it."

The plane started to vibrate as grandfather adjusted the throttles and we increased speed. I sat in one of the wicker seats opposite from Bill and Louise sat on my lap. I could smell sweat on her body and clothing together with squashed fruit and toilets. I must smell the same. Her hair was tangled. She'd have a job getting a comb through that. I pulled a small piece of twig from it. She turned her head to look at me so I showed it to her.

"I've got half the forest in there." She said ruefully. "I need a nice, warm bath."

"We all do." I agreed. We were quiet for a while. Then Louise left and sat in the chair in front. Grandfather and Roddrego were still talking on the radio. I leaned my head against the fuselage. It had been a long day. 

"We're going to the shore." Grandfather called from the front jerking me awake. "I see a beach. Hold on. It might get bumpy." I looked at my watch as I heard the machinery in the hull that lowered the wheels clank into life and there was a sudden slowing of the plane. We lurched from side to side before coming to a halt. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning. Grandfather switched off the engines and the sudden quietness was momentarily overwhelming. I yawned and stretched.

"Paul." Grandfather called. "Take a rifle and have a look around outside. See if you can find some water."

"I'll come with you." Louise said, grabbing some of the empty bottles, which had once held water. I opened the door in the fuselage and jumped onto the sand below. Louise handed me a rifle and the empty bottles that I placed on the ground; she lowered herself backwards into my arms. I placed her feet onto the ground rewarding myself with a good feel of her breasts. I quickly let them go as my grandfathers face appeared in the doorway. 

"Empty this before you go," he said handing me the bucket we used as a toilet. I walked to the edge of the sea about fifteen yards away and threw the contents as far away as I could. I rinsed out the bucket a couple of times and handed it back to him when I returned to the plane. "Don't go far and don't be too long." He said. "You will need some rest. We might have a long flight tomorrow." 

I pondered what he meant and asked Louise as we walked along the shoreline. "I don't know." She confessed. "To tell you the truth it wouldn't bother me if I never got back inside that plane again."

"She's a lovely plane to fly."

"I don't care." Louise wasn't happy. "She's uncomfortable and noisy."

"Hello," I said, "what's this?"

"What?" She asked.

I pointed to a small stream cutting through the beach in front of us. There was a steady flow of water heading out to sea. I knelt, collected some in the palm and tasted it. It was gritty but not salty. "Fresh." I said over my shoulder to Louise. "Let's see where it comes from." We followed the stream away from the sea until we came to some large boulders. I could hear the sound of falling water. 

"Let's see if we can find a way around or over." I said. There was a mass of rocks and boulders on both sides where there had obviously been a substantial collapse of the cliff face at some time in the past. I looked up at the cliff face and could see a fissure cutting into it about twenty feet from the top and a steady flow of water was falling from it. "Up here." I said to Louise and climbed a steep bank of sand and rubble. At the top, it was an equally steep slide down the other side to a small pool pounded from the bedrock by the force of the falling water. The water bubbled and foamed.

I knelt and tasted it. It was cold but clean tasting. I took one of the bottles from Louise and filled before handing it back and taking the second. I drank from it and refilled. Louise was kneeling by my side doing the same. "It looks inviting." She observed.

"It'll be cold." I assured her.

"Have we time?" She asked. "I need a wash."

"Ok." I said looking around. "It'll have to be a quick one."

She was already unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra. In for a penny, I thought so I followed her example and stripped off. I looked at her back and ass cheeks as she leaned forward to remove her trousers and panties. Bruised, scratched and stained with fruit juice and other things, I glanced down at my own body. It looked much the same.  

"It is cold." Louise said dipping her toe into the water.

"Best not to think about it and just get straight in." I said, pushing her from behind.

She screamed as she hit the water. "It's freezing." She said, floundering on her back.

I jumped in beside her. She was right. It took my breath away and I could feel my balls trying to climb inside my body for warmth. "Keep moving." I said, helping her to her feet and briskly rubbing her arms. The water didn't quite reach her fanny so I had full view of the front of her body. I rubbed her stomach then concentrated on her breasts. She began rubbing me in return. "Feeling better?" I asked.

"A little." She replied and looked at my hands on her breasts. "I think they are done now." I sniffed and moved closer to her so I could run my hands down her back and onto her ass cheeks. I pulled them apart and placed my fingertip on her anus. "That's cold." She said squeezing her ass cheeks back together.

"It'll soon warm up." I told her, worming my finger back between her cheeks.

At first, she resisted then she relaxed and I could feel her anus. I explored it gently, feeling the tight folds of skin contract at my touch. She had her hands on my shoulder blades as she did when we made love. I looked into her eyes. They were wide open and her pupils enlarged to capture all available light. She smiled at me so I kissed her. Her mouth opened and our tongues fenced gently. She moved closer and pushed her pubic mound against my prick. I could feel it responding, getting larger by the second. I pushed back against her. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest.

We kissed again, harder this time. I lifted one hand from her ass cheeks and moved it up her spine until I held the back of her head. I kissed her cheek and licked at her ear. She sighed. She rested her head against my chest as I moved my hand from her ass and between our bodies to her fanny. She rose on tiptoe as I rubbed her slit then pushed a finger between her fanny lips. I worked it in and out feeling her lubrication increasing then searched through her folds of skin for her clit. Her gasp told me I'd found it. It was hard, longer than Jenny's. I rubbed it gently from side to side. She threw back her head so I kissed her throat. I felt her legs open and moved my other hand to her ass cheeks feeling for her fanny lips from the back. She lifted a leg pressing the inside of her thigh against my hip. I felt her fanny lips open and pushed first one then two fingers inside her as I continued my movements on her clit.

She was beginning to breath heavily. So was I. I wanted to be inside her. I took my fingers from her hole and my other from her clit and taking an ass cheek in either hand lifted her from the water. She giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my back. I could feel the tip of my prick against her fanny lips and tried to manoeuvre it into place by bending my knees and moving my hips. I could feel her opening. I swivelled my hips. It was inside her. We remained unmoving for a few seconds then I began to move, thrusting with my prick whilst lifting her up and down by her ass cheeks.

She groaned into my ear and helped by lifting herself. I tried to quicken. It was difficult. I could feel her fanny tightening around my prick as she came. I kept on moving trying to increase the length of my thrusts while she followed my movements with her fanny. It wasn't working for me so I stumbled to the side of the pool feeling her come again around my prick. I rested her ass cheeks on the edge and pushed her back onto the bank. I lifted her legs and rested her heels against my shoulders as I began moving in and out of her again. Her eyes half closed, there was a smile on her face. I thrust harder and faster. She was starting to look serious. I moved faster still feeling the cold water splashing against my balls.

Her eyes and mouth opened as if she had been shot as she came again. I was nearly there. The end of my prick was feeling warm. I placed my hands on her breasts. She covered them with her own to hold them in place. Two more thrusts and I was there. I moved slowly in and out, as I came inside her then I stopped. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. She smiled. 

"I enjoyed that." She sighed. "Thank you." 

I looked down at her fanny as I pulled my prick from it.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zq



Copyright 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 43.

Paul

I rubbed my eyes and stretched. It was daylight. I glanced down at my wristwatch. It was nearly seven-fifteen.

I was hungry. I also needed a shit.

Roddrego was sitting in the open doorway of the plane, his head on his chest. I could hear my grandfather gently snoring in the pilots seat. Louise was curled up on the floor beside Howie. I could see no sign of Bill.

"Hi Paul." Howie said sitting up. 

He looked better. Some sleep and some fruit had done him the world of good. He still looked pale and weak. He did look better though.

"I need the bucket." He said.

I didn't know how nurses did this for a living. I collected the bucket at least it was empty and took it to where he was struggling to his feet. 

"What?" Louise mumbled then opened her eyes. 

She smiled at me then at Howie.

"I need to go," he said undoing his trousers.

"Let me help you." Louise said reaching for his button and zip. "Paul, will you help steady him?"

We got Howie into position over the bucket.

"Sorry about this." He said as his bowels opened.

I turned my head away but there was no escape. 

"There's no paper, I'm afraid." I pointed out.

"He must have something." Louise said. "He can't lie there like that."

"Wait a minute." I said and tore part of one of my shirt sleeves off. "If we wet this."

"Thanks buddy." Howie smiled.

I took one of the bottles and poured some of the water onto the piece of cloth. At least Howie managed to do that part himself and I heard it fall into the bucket.

"That's better." He said. "I'm hungry."

Looked into the seat where we had placed the fruit we had collected the previous day. There wasn't much there. I took a couple of the better looking pieces and offered them to him as he lay on his back fastening his trousers with Louise's help.

"Thanks." He said taking the fruit from me and, splitting one open with his fingernail, sucked on the contents.

He threw the skin into the bucket and started on the second piece. 

"I'll empty this." I said as the second fruit skin landed in the bucket.

I carried it the open doorway and shook Roddrego gently on the shoulder to awaken him.

He lifted his head and snorted.

"Did you see which way Bill went?" I asked as I dropped to the ground.

"No." He replied, handing me down the bucket.

Louise followed me down onto the ground.

"I need to." She said in a low voice.

"So do I." I replied, throwing the contents of the bucket out to sea and rinsing it in the surf. 

I handed the bucket up to Roddrego. 

"Were off to do something." I told him. "We won't be long."

He nodded and I saw him head inside the plane in the direction of my grandfather.

I could see Bill coming around the headland from the direction of the freshwater pool. She was carrying a rifle and a water bottle.

"I thought I'd fill this while I was out." She said as we met.

"You didn't find anything to eat I suppose?" Louise asked.

"No." Bill smiled ruefully. "I can't see any place we can climb out of here either."

A movement out to sea caught my eye. 

"What are you looking at?" Louise asked as I shielded my eyes with my hand for a better look.

"Can't make it out." I replied. "It might be a passing ship."

I could feel the pressure building in my bowels.

"We had best get on." I said to Bill. "We won't be long."

I started off in the direction of the pool with Louise by my side.

"You go that side," I said, pointing to the boulders on the far side of the stream, "and I'll go this."

I quickly scrapped out a shallow hole in the sand, dropped my pants and trousers and crouched above it. The fruit I had eaten the previous day had certainly done its stuff to my insides. I needed something to clean up with afterwards. I tore off the remains of my sleeve, tore it again into strips and used two of those.

I looked out to sea as I stood up and dressed. There were three, no four black dots on the horizon. They were coming closer. They weren't very big.

I crossed the stream with a jump and walked to where I imagined Louise to be.

I could see her. Still crouching. She saw me and waved me away.

"Go away." She called.

Women can be funny. 

I turned my back. My stomach gurgled. I was hungry. I could do with a drink as well. I crouched where the stream appeared from beneath a boulder and scooped up a palm full of water. I had some more. Then some more. That felt better.

I stood up and looked towards Louise. She had her back to me and was doing up her trousers. I walked over to her. She stood still as she heard me approaching so I moved in close and placed my hands upon her breasts.

"Do you think we should?" She asked as I unbuttoned the few buttons that remained on her blouse. 

"If you want to." I said, pulling her blouse from her trouser top.

"What if someone comes?"

"Nobody else is going to walk down here." I assured her, undoing her trousers.

They needed help o get past her thighs so I knelt behind her and pulled them to the ground. I pulled her panties down next. She didn't say a word. I felt her ass cheeks then pulled them apart. I could smell her. All of her. I kissed the bottom of her spine then each ass cheek in turn. 

My prick was hardening inside my trousers so I took off my gun belt and undid them, pushing them down to my knees together with my underpants.

"Will you kneel down?" I asked, nuzzling her ass cheeks and holding her by the hips.

"If you want me to." She replied and dropped to her knees before me leaning forward and offering up her ass cheeks.

I shuffled closer, feeling between her thighs for her fanny lips and holding them open as I placed the tip of my prick between them. I heard her grunt then gasp as I pushed my prick inside her. Women are funny. Only a little over twenty-four hours before she'd been upset because I'd fucked her from behind and now here she was letting me have her doggy fashion.

Now wasn't the time to bring that up. I pulled it almost out then pushed it back inside. It felt good so I did it again. And again. So good. Too good. I was coming. 

I remained kneeling, still joined to her as I finished coming then I pulled it out. I stood up and pulled up my pants and trousers.

I looked at her as she dressed. She was right in what she had said the day before. She could have been nearly anybody at that moment. If she had been Heather I would have done the same thing.

Her face was flushed as she stood before me.

I kissed her lightly on the lips. 

"Let's get back before we are missed." I suggested.

What was I to do about Louise and Heather? Grandfather and Roddrego had said something about us flying to the Virgin Islands so that Roddrego could address his people by radio. Perhaps he was going to be a statesman after all and broker some sort of cease-fire before the hostilities started up again. The Virgin Islands seemed a little far to me but local radio stations were prone to jamming from both sides and the surrounding countries didn't want to be seen taking sides until they knew who the winner was going to be. 

Whatever happened I could be home in a matter of days once we were in Miami. There was of course the matter of some fifteen hundred miles to fly. Apparently Roddrego had insisted that we fly on to Miami. Repeating history, he said. He had been flown out by my grandfather when he had been forced to flee with his parents in nineteen twenty and now my grandfather was going to fly him out again this time to regain what he considered to be his birthright. If I could get to Miami then home then I'd be safe. I wondered if I could persuade Jenny to come away with me for a few days. Just to be alone with her would help me sort things out in my mind.

Oh, why was it that every time a girl opened her legs in front of me I had to fill her?

We turned the headland and could see the plane ahead of us. And a lot more. There were four flat-bottomed boat pulled up on the beach. I could see men in army uniforms standing on the wings of the plane filling the tanks with fuel that was being passed up to them by others below. Grandfather, Roddrego and Bill were sitting on the sand. They were eating.

"They're eating." I said.

"Let's run." Louise gasped breaking into a trot.

I followed suit, feeling the revolver banging against my thigh.

"Mr Wagstaffe and Miss Wolfenstein." Major Peterson said as we stopped before him. "Just in time for breakfast."

I couldn't speak so I dropped to the ground and hungrily accepted the plate of rice and meat in a thick sauce slightly reminiscent of stroganoff. Louise was sitting by my side. I should have waited for her really. 

I finished and burped. 

"We've put some tins on board Major." A sergeant reported. "And water."

He looked down at my gun belt. 

"I'll trouble you for your weapon. Mr Wagstaffe." Major Peterson said. "We can't have you invading United States territory armed. Help yourself to some more."

I handed over my gun belt and did so while the others talked. I hadn't realised just how hungry I was. I lay back on the sand when I had finished. This was the way to start your day. Some good food and a good fuck.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I turned over in my bed and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was four-thirty. I got out of bed and visited the toilet then I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. It was no good I just couldn't sleep.

The plane didn't leave until three in the afternoon. What was I going to do until then?

I made myself a cup of tea and carried it into the lounge. There was a three in one music/tape/radio centre on the sideboard so I switched on the radio and found the world service of the BBC.

There was a news round-up programme on. There was unrest in a dozen countries and out-right war in ten. The Russians and Americans were holding high-level meetings, as were the French and Germans. Nobody was interested in what we had to say anymore.


I heard Roddrego's name. Apparently he would be addressing all the peoples of his country later today. I hoped that meant all the others were safe as well.

The cease-fire was holding the commentator said. It was as if both sides had run out of ideas. Some former General told how hard it was to fight major actions in the middle of jungles and how difficult were the logistics. They were silly to start it then.

I sipped my tea. I wondered what Paul was doing. Probably soaking up the sun on some beach if I knew him. I should really talk to Shirley before I left. Should I tell her I only sucked Matt off so we could keep our places at training college? Would she believe me? What if he were back with her? No. That wasn't likely as she was on her period. My own was due to start in four days. I'd best keep taking the pill and postpone it for a week or so. But that would mean I was on over Christmas.

I'd let Paul make that decision.

It was a pity we didn't have the time to go away together for a few days. Nowhere fancy. Perhaps just stay here. We could go a see a show. Stay in bed for hours in the morning. He could drink some beer at lunchtime in a pub. We could be tourists. Go and see the Tower of London.

We were due to visit his parents over Christmas and mine over New Year. W would have three or four days to ourselves in-between. I was supposed to use it to move my things down to Paul's grandfathers house where I would be staying whilst I worked in the village school. Paul could stay there with me and drive up to Bristol to work each day. I could let Shirley borrow my car so she could stay at the house.

It could all work out very nicely especially if Roland went to stay in his Spanish Villa. I loved his house. Paul had spent a lot of his childhood there. I knew he regarded it more as his home than his parent's house in Taunton.

Yes. I would like to live there when Roland passed away. Not that I wished him dead. Perish the thought. But it was a lovely house and it could be made even nicer. I remembered the evening Paul and I had sat around the kitchen table making plans. Paul had drawn a plan of what he wanted. A room for a full size piano. Two or three extra bedrooms. I questioned him closely about how many children he was expecting to have and he had shown me how he was intending to make them. 

Afterwards we had decided on a larger drawing room and a proper dining room. And we would throw in an extra bathroom or two.

I'd enjoyed that evening. Just the two of us being silly making plans. Paul had enjoyed showing me how he intended making babies. So much so that he showed me again when we had gone to bed.

I missed him so much.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zr



Copyright 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 18zp.

Paul

Major Peterson pointed with his finger at a rather crowded looking bay from his position on the short ladder between the pilot's seats. 

"That's where they want you to land." He said.

I throttled back on the engines and allowed the nose of the plane to drop. 

"You can moor up at the far jetty." 

Major Peterson went back to his seat and fastened his seat belt.

"You take her down." Grandfather said, taking his hands and feet from the controls.

A voice crackled in my ear telling me I had permission to land. We only bounced twice as we touched the water then settled down as we came to a stop. I was becoming quite good at this.

"Over there." Major Peterson pointed to a group of men standing on a deserted jetty. I hadn't heard him come back.

I taxied past a number of large warships and some grey-painted cargo vessels. On every ship we passed people stood at the railings looking down at us.

I took the plane in door side to the jetty. I heard the sound of the hull squashing the wicker-basket type fenders as I switched off the engines. Two sailors were securing the tip of the port wine to the far side of the jetty. Another was climbing a small set of portable steps and tying a second rope through the mooring ring on the nose of the plane.

"Let's go ladies and gentlemen." Major Peterson said leaving the short ladder where he had been standing and opening the door in the side of the fuselage.

I waited for grandfather to climb down from his seat then followed. I was last to leave the plane, stepping down onto a packing case they hand placed as a step and then down onto the jetty. I noticed another rope had been tied to the tail of the plane. They certainly were taking no chances with her.

"Yes Senor President." I heard one of a group of men in grey lightweight suits say to Roddrego. "Both sides have agreed. You will lead the government for a five-year period. Elections will take place to select your Prime Minister and other officials. The American government has agreed to send in some military advisors."

"Your broadcast is scheduled for two hours time." A second man said. "You can shower in the officers club. We will arrange a change of clothes for all of you."

I followed the group of men in suits and navy uniforms watching Louise's ass and wondering what it would feel like to have her there.

There were three cars and two Jeeps parked at the entrance to the jetty. I got into the back of one of the cars with Bill and Louise while grandfather and Roddrego sat in the back of a second.

"Have you heard how my brother is?" Louise asked the man in the lightweight grey suit who sat in the front beside the driver in her bright white navy uniform.

"He will be fine." The man replied. He wasn't much older than us. "The doctors on board the carrier are having him flown on to Miami tomorrow with your other friend."

"Heather." I said out loud.

I caught the look Louise gave me out of the corner of my eye. I could ask him about Heather when she wasn't around.

The officers club was a long low building with an impressive front entrance and two long wings on either side. We were greeted by a number of high ranking naval officers as we entered then ushered into one of the wings by stewards. I was shown into a room on the inside of the wing looking out onto a large swimming pool. 

"Can I use it?" I asked.

"I don't see why not, Sir." The steward replied, closing the blinds on the door. "If I could have your clothes while you shower I'll match the sizes with some fresh ones."

I emptied the breast pockets of my shirt of passport, keys and small change and took my wallet from the hip pocket of my trousers and placed them on the top of a small chest of drawers next to some towels.

"Any chance of some coffee?" I asked as I stripped off my clothes and wrapped a large towel about my waist.

I was conscious of the steward watching me as I undressed. 

"I'll get you some, sir." He replied, scooping up my clothes.

I went into the bathroom and used the toilet before showering. I could hear the sound of somebody in the bedroom as I finished.

I wrapped the towel around my waist again and walked back into the bedroom. There was a tray with a coffeepot, cup, sugar bowl, milk-jug and spoon. There was a neatly folded pile of clothes on the bed. The steward had left. 

I used my towel to dry my body then looked at the clothes. They were all new. Just the basic trousers, shirt, underwear and socks, but it would do. There was also a pair of dark blue swimming trunks.

I could hear the sound of laughter from outside my room so I walked naked to the blind-covered door that opened onto the swimming pool and peered through the slats. There were about twenty people mostly women and children in or around the pool. They were having fun. I could do with a swim followed by a laze in the sun. The plan was for me to fly with the plane up to Miami the following day with Louise and Major Peterson. Or Bob as he insisted we call him. Grandfather and Bill would stay with Roddrego.

The Americans had offered to fly us but grandfather wanted the plane taken to Miami and berthed until he decided what he should do with it. I was quite looking forward to it. I was enjoying flying the plane and I was feeling good in myself. We had all been under a lot of stress these last few days. Perhaps that was why I needed to have Louise so often. That and the fact that she was a very attractive woman. I could almost feel the stress leaving my body by the minute. I still wanted Louise though so perhaps my theory was wrong.

There was a knock on my door and I hurriedly fastened the towel about my waist before calling out.

"Yes. Who's there?"

"It's me. Louise."

I opened the door and she stepped inside. She wore a short skirt and pale green blouse. She was carrying a pair of men's shoes.

"I saw a steward. He said they were for you." She looked around the room. "You've got coffee. I haven't got coffee."

"Did you ask for any?"

"No."

She poured out a cup of coffee.

"We can share." She said lifting the cup to her lips. "You take it black?"

I didn't but it didn't mater. I was envying the coffee-up at that moment.

She held up the cup to me and I drank from where she had placed her lips. The coffee was bitter and strong. I'd have put milk and sugar in it myself.

"What's this?" She said picking up the swimming trunks. "Going swimming?" 

"I thought I might." I replied, taking them from her and letting my towel fall to the ground. She looked down at my prick them up to my eyes. "It looks like it could be fun out there."

"It sounds good. Let me see if I can get a costume."

She looked down at my prick again. I could feel it growing.

"I'll be back in a minute. Be good."

She opened the door onto the corridor and looked both ways before stepping out. I pulled on my swimming trunks and drank some more coffee. I sorted myself out a fresh towel and tried on my shoes. Louise was taking her time.

I went to the door and looked out. I could see my grandfather knocking at a door at the far end. It opened and he stepped inside. I stepped out into the corridor. 

Which was Louise's room? I seemed to remember she was down the far end of the corridor so I walked in that direction. I saw a female steward coming out of a room opposite the one my father had entered.

"Excuse me." I asked her. "Which is Miss Wolfenstein's room, please."

"This is it, sir." She said standing in front of the door to the room she had just come out of.

"Thank you." I smiled at her. 

"That's okay, sir." She smiled back. "Will there be anything else?"

"Not at the moment. Can we get drinks by the poolside?"

"There is a steward on duty. Just ask for anything you want. Dinner is at six. The Admiral will be there and your President."

I tried to look impressed. She obviously was. Then I suppose they didn't get the Presidents of South American countries staying that often or her own Admiral if it came to that. 

I watched her ass cheeks moving beneath her crisp white skirt as she walked away along the corridor then I knocked on the door. We had three hours before dinner. I wasn't planning to spend that much time in the water.

"Who is it?" I heard Louise ask.

"Paul." I answered.

"Just a minute."

I waited. I wondered why my grandfather was visiting Bill. The corridor was empty so I stepped across to her door and listened. At first I could hear nothing. Then what sounded like a gasp followed by a girlish giggle. 

I stepped back across the corridor as I heard the door to Louise's room open. She stepped out in a tight swimsuit with I noticed as she turned to close her door, a low cut 'v' in the back. The material of the swimsuit had ridden up between her ass cheeks. I moved close behind her and placed my hands on her breasts and pulled her back against me.

"Stop it." She hissed, pulling away from me. "Not here. Somebody might see."

"We could go inside." I suggested.

"I thought you wanted to swim." She said, taking my hand. "We can get to the pool through your room. It'll be handy to shower in afterwards as well."

Now she was talking. I was going to enjoy showering with her.

++++++++++++

Jenny.

I opened my eyes and looked at the coffee mug on the table by my side. The clock on the wall over the music centre said that it was nearly ten o'clock. I felt stiff.

I'd listened to the news for an hour then had packed for the journey leaving out my jeans and jumper for the morning and my trouser suit for travelling in. Paul always wanted me to wear a short skirt when we flew so he could feel me as we sat in our seats or have me in the toilets if the opportunity arose. I'd wear one on the way back.

I stretched. Moving down the long sofa as I did so, so I could stretch out full length.

It was pleasantly warm in the apartment so I allowed my dressing gown to fall open. My nightie had ridden up to my hips and I could just see the odd pubic hair showing below the hem. I reached down to cover myself fully but found my hand pulling the hem up over my navel. 

It was nice lying here. I was going to see Paul. I felt myself becoming moist at the thought. He wasn't going anywhere without me for a long time.

I smoothed away the hairs to either side of my fanny lips. Perhaps I should shave myself down there. It had been fun on our Nile cruise when I had shaved Lynda. I hadn't ever really thought about having sex with a another girl before I had seen her that time in her hotel room in Cyprus. I'd seen her naked a hundred times in the showers at school and had never had any thoughts about sex with her. Nor with Shirley. I would have thought it would have been Carole I would have been attracted to. After all for a short time she was a practising lesbian with Jo.

I rubbed between my fanny lips with the tip of my finger.

I wondered what had become of Jo. She seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth after what happened in Shirley's aunt's farmhouse. We were told she had gone to live in Australia with an aunt and uncle. I thought they had meant while she recovered from being raped by Small.

He had been a bastard. Raping Carole's aunt Dorothy, then Jo, then making Jo go down on Carole before taking Carole to an upstairs bedroom to bugger her. It was a good job Paul had come in when he did. He'd promised I'd be next.

I shivered as I remembered how he had tried to rape me in the back of the mini-bus, then on the ground outside it and then running off, leaving me on my knees with my hands tied behind my back when the black panther had appeared.

I was glad Paul had killed him later in that hospital. He was an unlikely hero. I'm sure he would be happy spending the rest of his life in our little house on the downs overlooking Bristol. I wanted that as well. But I also wanted to teach. And have his babies.

I really wanted his babies. Perhaps it was time to come off the pill. I could convince him that it was just bad luck if I became pregnant. They weren't one hundred percent reliable after all.

Yes. I would like to have his babies.

I opened my legs wider and bent my knees as if I were going to take him. I could feel my clit appearing from its little hood. I rubbed gently at the skin on either side of it.

Paul would make a wonderful father. I closed my eyes as a little peak of pleasure ran through my body. I lifted my hips to open myself still further.

I wondered if Carole had heard any more.

No. It was no good. My clit was demanding my full attention.

I moved my finger faster. Lifting my hips from the sofa as I did. I could feel the pressure building inside me. I wanted to slow down, to prolong the feelings but my clit wouldn't let me. Faster, harder. My breaths were catching at the back of my throat. My clit felt swollen to twice its normal size. The pressure inside me was growing. Growing. 

"Ah."

I closed my thighs tightly about my hand then relaxed as I felt the release run through my body.

It was time for babies.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zs



Copyright 2004 by Paul C.   All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 18zs.

Paul

I felt one of Louise's ass cheeks as we clung to the side of the pool together. The problem with having a fun filled pool was that there was no room to swim and no privacy for feeling your woman.

"Not here." She hissed, pushing my hand away. "Later."

"Okay." I said, pushing away from the side and, taking a deep breath and swimming under water until I reached her legs.

I pulled myself up her body feeling her pubic mound through her swimming costume as I did.

"Don't." She said, looking around us. "Don't you ever have enough?"

"Not of you." I replied kissing her lightly on the lips.

I reached behind her and, lifting her up out of the water threw her away from me. I dived after her and swam up by her side feeling one of her ass cheeks as I did.

"I wonder how Roddrego's radio broadcast is going?" Louise asked after she had finished spitting out water.

"Let's go and see if we can listen to it on the radio." I suggested.

She looked doubtful. Then smiled and, turning away swam to the side of the pool. I followed slowly watching her ass cheeks.

We picked up our towels and began drying ourselves as we walked to the door of my room. I saw the blinds on Bill's door open and the silhouette of a tall man behind them. Then they closed again.

I opened the door of my room and held it while Louise entered. 

"I need a quick shower." She said heading towards the bathroom and dropping her door key next to my wallet and things. "You see if you can find the broadcast on the radio."

I'd have preferred to go into the shower with her but I walked to the bed and switched on the radio set that had been built into the wall above it. It was tuned for a classical music station so I turned the dial. County music, pop, more country. I changed frequency. German, more country, Spanish. I recognised Roddrego's voice urging the fighters on both sides to lay down their arms. There would be no retaliations or reprisals. I thought of the sight I had witnessed in the lift in Bill's apartment block. Then about the woman being dragged from our hotel and down a side street by a gang of men. 

It was a dirty job being a politician.

I walked to the bathroom door and tried the handle. It was locked. I could hear the sound of the shower. I took off my swimming trunks and rubbed my prick and balls with my towel.

The door to the bathroom opened and Louise stood in the doorway holding her towel in front of her body.

"I've left the shower running for you." She said, placing a foot on the stool in front of the dressing table and drying her toes with the towel. 

The top of her towel fell forward and I could see her breasts. She must sunbathe naked somewhere for her skin was evenly tanned all over. I looked at her back. It still carried the marks of our time in the jungle.

She looked up at me.

"Hurry up and shower." She smiled. "We have to be ready for dinner in just over an hour. I need you to do something for me."

I leapt into the shower soaped and rinsed my body and was back in the bedroom inside three minutes.

Louise sat on my bed running my pocket comb through her hair.

"And what can I do for you?"

"When you're dressed will you go to my room and fetch my clothes." She smiled prettily. "I only came out with my swimming costume."

"When I'm dressed I will." I said stopping in front of her and offering my still wet prick to her lips.

She opened her mouth to say something so I moved forward and pushed the tip of my prick against her lips. She looked up at me and opened her mouth wider. I slipped inside her mouth feeling her tongue pressing hard against the under side of my prick.

Her hand came up and closed about my shaft to hold it in place while her lips slid back and forth along its length.

It felt really good.

I threw back my head and took a deep breath as I ran my fingers through her hair. It was good. My hips were moving in time with her mouth. Moving faster. I clamped both hands to her head to keep it still and quickened my strokes. She spluttered then coughed as my come hit the back of her throat. She pulled her head back, pulling at my hands with her own. I came again and again. Inside her mouth, onto her face then onto her breasts.

She coughed again.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Get me some water." She panted.

I went into the bathroom and filled the small glass from the tray above the sink with water. Back in the bedroom I handed it to Louise.

She drank then smiled. 

"Sorry. You took me by surprise."

I sat down on the bed by her side and wiped the come off her breasts with my towel.

"It was very nice." I assured her. "Thank you."

She smiled and turned her face towards me. She still had some come on her chin so I cleaned it off before I kissed her.

Her lips opened immediately and I felt her tongue pushing against my own. I could taste the salt of my come in her mouth as our tongues fenced. I moved my hand onto her breasts feeling one then the other. She pushed herself towards me.

I pulled her towel away and she lifted her ass cheeks from the bed to help me. I looked down at her body. The marks where Rogers had cut her breasts with his knife could still be seen. I ran the tip of my finger around one. I felt her shiver then pull away.

"It's all right." I said soothingly. "I won't hurt you."

I could see the look in her eyes I'd seen when I'd taken her from Roger's burning farmhouse. I took my hand from her breast and turned it so that see could see the marks on it that remained from when I'd used it to beat out the flames in her hair.

She looked down at it then at me.

"I can never forget what happened." She sniffed. "I only ever feel safe when I'm with you."

She took my hand and placed it back upon her breast. I squeezed it gently feeling the nipple hardening against my skin.

She swallowed hard then closed her eyes and placed her head upon my shoulder. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want her depending on me. Not like this. I liked her a lot. But all I wanted was uncomplicated sex the sort Heather had given me. I didn't need anything else. I had Jenny.

I wished I'd never come on this trip on my own. None of this would have happened if Jenny had been with me.

She was bound to find out that Heather had come with me. Too many people knew. Not least of all, my grandfather. I thought he might not mention catching me pulling my prick out of Heather's fanny as I knelt behind her in the school classroom. But it would be hard for him not to mention her in other contexts.

Louise was moving on the bed next to me. She probably wanted fucking but I just didn't think I could. Not now.

I looked down into her eyes. They were as wide as saucers. I kissed her on the nose.

"I'd better get your clothes." I said making to stand up.

"Not yet." She smiled at me.

Oh, what was I to do?

"Lie down, on your back." I told her.

I slid off the bed and onto my knees. She liked being licked. I knew that. I could do that for her. I could tell her I was empty from shooting into her mouth if she wanted more.

I moved to the foot of the bed and lay half on it and half off with my head between her open thighs. I brushed away some stray pubic hairs and pulled open her fanny lips with my thumbs. I could see inside her. It glistened bright pink. By moving my thumbs a little I could bring her clit out into the open. I looked up over her trimmed mound of pubic hairs, between the valley of her breasts and onto her face. Her head was turned to one side and there was a slight smile on her lips. Her eyes were closed. She might have been asleep.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the inside wall of her fanny. Then I licked the other side. I licked again, running my tongue from the base to just before her clit. Then I repeated it on the other side. She shifted on the bed and gave a little moan. I licked again, faster and harder. Pushing my tongue as far inside her as I could. She gasped and threw her head from side to side.

I licked again and again then moved up to her clit. She came almost with my first touch. I sucked on it and flicked it from side to side. She came again as I pushed two fingers inside her fanny and probed at her anus with a third.

I lifted my head and looked again at her face. Her mouth was open and there were beads of sweat on her hairline. 

My own prick was throbbing. I couldn't stop myself and I moved up the bed and positioned its head against her opening. Two thrusts and I was inside her. Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at me as I started sliding in and out. Her hands were on my shoulder blades and I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest. I moved faster, shortening my strokes. I could feel that she was coming again. Her fanny was tightening around my prick. I was panting. She was lifting her hips to meet me. She cried out loud and I came.

++++++++++++++++++++

Jenny

I always hated waiting to go places. I'd packed, unpacked, used the washing machine and tumble dryer in the cellar, re-packed and it was still only mid-day.

The drive to Heathrow would only take thirty-minutes on a Sunday and I didn't have to book in until one-thirty. Perhaps I should ask Hudson to take me through early. I could get a coffee in one of the cafes and there would be people there. I would also feel that I was going somewhere.

I picked up the phone and pressed the button for Hudson's flat. He sounded out of breath as he answered.

"Hello." 

"Hello." I replied. "It's Jenny. Can you take me to the airport now?"

I heard the mumble of voices in the background.

"Of course." He said. "When will you be ready?"

"I'm ready now."

"Do you need a hand with your bags?"

"I can manage. I'll be down in two minutes."

I replaced the receiver. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I was excited and nervous. Would he be able to tell I'd had an affair? Well I couldn't put the clock back. It had happened and that was that. Apart from the one evening in Somerset I hadn't really enjoyed it. It had all been too rushed and furtive. But that one evening had been nice. Sore but nice.

I put on my coat and collected my suitcases and handbag from the bedroom. A last quick look around and a check of my handbag to ensure I had my passport and I left the apartment, double turning the key in the lock.

I pressed the button for the lift and heard the machinery whirl into motion. Hudson was waiting for me as the lift doors opened on the ground floor. He took my bags from me and led the way to the back door that opened onto the small car park at the rear of the building. Paul's car was sheeted up but I touched the material all the same.

I was going to see him.

++++++++++++++

Paul.

Louise lay with her head resting on my arm. I rested one hand on her abdomen just above her pubic mound. Her own hands were folded across her chest just below her breasts.

"What will happen when we get back to Miami?" She asked.

"We will probably have to hang about for a few days." I replied moving my hand down onto her pubic mound.

"I don't think we really have time for anything else." She said but opened her legs all the same.

I slid the tip of my finger down between her fanny lips then up inside her.

"I'm happy just doing this." 

I moved my finger in and out as I replied. She was still very moist. She bent her knees placing one leg over my hip.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"Hmm." She murmured. 

She didn't seem to be in a talkative mood all of a sudden.

I didn't want anything to happen while we were in Miami. I hoped I could leave for home without getting any further involved with either Louise or Heather. Heather might remain in hospital with any luck. Louise would be the problem. It was unsettling, some of the things she would come out with. It was all far too serious.

She adjusted her position on the bed slightly and I re-commenced my fingering of her fanny.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked.

"You, mostly."

"What about me?"

"This." I looked down at my hand still moving between her legs.

"I like this." She said, closing her eyes for a second.

"So do I." I assured her. "But we shouldn't be doing it."

"I told you I know it's only for now." She said, breathlessly.

Why didn't I believe her?

She wasn't a child. She was twenty-five. A full-grown woman. And she had grown very well. But I had seen the frightened child in her when we had gone to Jamaica. But I had helped her then by treating her as a full grown woman. 

I pulled my finger from her fanny and moved it down until it touched her anus. Her body tensed then relaxed as I circled her tight opening, feeling the little wrinkles in her skin.

"Hmm. That's nice." She sighed.

I pushed at her hole feeling it tighten then open.

"No." She said, pulling away. "It hurts."

"I'm sorry." I said, pushing my finger back inside her fanny. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I've never done that. You know. Back there." She said kissing my forehead. "You are the only one who's ever touched me there."

I moved my finger back against her anus.

"I won't hurt you." I promised, rubbing it slowly.

"I like that." She whispered.

"Turn onto your side." I said placing my hand upon her hip and lifting. 

Her eyes opened wide and she hesitated for a few seconds then did as I asked. I felt her breasts with one hand and squeezed her ass cheeks with the other. I lifted the top one and looked down at her anus. It looked so tight. I wanted her there.

I licked my fingers and rubbed them over the head of my prick then I collected some more saliva and worked it into her anus. I moved forward touching her hole with the tip of my prick. I felt her tense then pull away slightly. I pushed forward. Her anus squeezed shut. I pushed again.

"Try to relax." I whispered into her ear.

She grunted.

I pushed again and felt her opening.

"It hurts."

I pulled back, collected more saliva on my fingertip and rubbed it onto her anus. I pushed at her again. I felt her opening. Felt the tip of my prick enter her.

"No." She pulled away and stood up.

"Have you seen the time?" She asked. "Dinner is in thirty minutes and you have to go and get my clothes." 




The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zt



The Paul and Jenny stories Part 46.

Rubies are Red. Part 18zt

Paul.

It was only ten-thirty when I escorted Louise to her room. Our plans were ever changing. Roddrego was returning to South America in three days with Bill when the team of American military advisors had been assembled. Both sides had stopped fighting. There had been celebrations on the streets. He would have a lot of work to do even with all the help pledged to him by neighbouring countries and Bill was going to write about it for Louise's newspaper.

Grandfather had looked a little upset when Bill had declared her intentions of going with Roddrego. She had looked even more so when he had said he was flying to Miami with me in the morning. 

"I'm very tired." Louise said covering her mouth with her hand.

"You should be in bed." I told her.

"I kind of thought you might say that," she said, "but I am very tired." I hung my head. "Oh don't look like that." She said. "We'll have plenty of time for that in Miami."

I heard the door at the far end of the corridor open and Grandfather, Roddrego and Bill enter. Grandfather and Roddrego both carried a bottle and some glasses. Bill didn't look too steady on her feet.

"Ah." Grandfather said. "See you are both having an early night. Good. Good. Another long flight tomorrow."

"I still think you should stay here and return with me." Roddrego slurred slightly.

"We'll all return for your investiture." Grandfather had had a bit to drink as well. "Besides I have some things to do in England."

Bill burped. "Pardon." She said, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I'll see you at breakfast at eight." Grandfather said as he opened the door to Bill's room with her key. "We want to be away for ten." He stood in the doorway looking at Louise and me. I took the hint.

"Goodnight Louise." I said, resisting the temptation to kiss her.

"Goodnight Paul." She smiled. "Sleep well."

I walked down the corridor, past my room and into the bar. I ordered myself a beer and took it out onto the veranda by the pool. I saw the stewardess who had arranged the swimming costume for Louise collecting glasses and bottles from one of the tables. She was bending over facing away from me. Her skirt was riding up at the back and I could almost see the tops of her thighs. I probably could if I sat, so I did at the nearest table. She straightened up at the same time.

I took a sip of my beer. The bar had been quite crowded after dinner but now it was deserted. The stewardess was carrying her tray into the main building. "Where is everyone?" I asked her as she drew level to my table.

"Everyone was asked to leave so it would be quiet for the President." She replied. I looked over to where the light in Bill's room shined out through her blinds. They could have been holding a Disco and I didn't think the President would notice. "We were told to keep the bar open just in case you needed anything." She continued, smiling.

I could think of something she could give me. "I won't need anything else and I think all the others are in bed." I said and took another sip of my beer. It suddenly tasted sour. I stifled a yawn. "Pardon me." I said stretching my arms above my head. "I think I should go to bed as well."

She stood still for a few seconds looking down at me then said goodnight and went inside. I followed her. A steward was on duty behind the bar. I could hear the sounds on the clinking of glasses from the room behind him.

"That's enough for me." I said placing my glass on the bar top. The stewardess came from the back room and bent over to place some glasses on a shelf beneath the counter. For a second, I thought I saw his hand touch her ass cheek. She held her position longer than was necessary anyway.

"Goodnight." I said and trudged dejectedly down the corridor to my own room and let myself in. I rubbed my prick through my trousers to relieve the pressure then undressed. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself. Louise's swimming costume hung next to my swimming trunks on the curtain rail. I took it and sniffed at the crotch. I was certain I could smell her fanny. I breathed in hard through my nose. The smell of a woman was definitely about it. I hung it back on the rail.

I stood naked beside my bed, switched off my light and opened the blinds on the door slightly. The lights around the veranda and pool had been switched off but a light was on in what I imagined to be the room behind the bar. As I looked at it, I imagined the stewardess bending over some boxes of wine while the steward fucked her from behind.

It was hot in my room so I opened my door and peered out. The lights were still on in Bill's room. I put my shirt on then returned to my bathroom and put on my nearly dry swimming trunks. I opened the door wide and stepped out beside the swimming pool. I looked at the stars for a few seconds recognising some of the constellations from my pilot studies then walked slowly along the side of the pool towards Bill's room. The lights were definitely on and the blinds were not fully closed either. 

I heard what sounded like Roddrego laughing followed by my father. I suddenly felt guilty. I shouldn't be there. It was none of my business what they did and Bill was certainly past the age of consent. I turned to replace my steps when I heard a muffled woman's voice cry out. What was going on? It was none of my business. Something was knocked over inside the room and I heard the sound of breaking glass.

I had to look. I stepped to the glass door as quietly as I could and peered through the gaps between the slats.

I could see Roddrego naked on the bed between Bill's open thighs. His ribcage was clearly visible as were his hips but there was still some vigour inside him by the way he thrust in and out of her. I moved position and looked towards Bill's head. Roddrego was holding one arm to the bed while my grandfather held her other and had his hand clasped on her mouth.

It took a few seconds for the scene to register. They were raping her.

Roddrego was pulling from her and my grandfather taking her position. They had released her arms and mouth. She just lay there as he mounted her. I couldn't stop watching. My grandfather was raping a woman. Roddrego stood beside the head of the bed pouring himself a drink. He tilted his head to drink then looked at Bill. He said something to her as Grandfather pulled his prick from her and rose unsteadily to his feet. Roddrego handed him his glass and he drank from it. Meanwhile Bill had turned onto her side and I could see her shoulders shaking. I saw Grandfather reach to Bill's ass cheeks and worm a finger between them. I couldn't watch anymore. I didn't know what to do. My grandfather was a rapist. 

I ran into my room, closed, and bolted the door.

+++++++++++++

Jenny.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door in my bedroom in the suite on the top floor of the hotel in New York. I didn't look right for this place.

Carole was only wearing a simple dress but it looked what it was, stylish and expensive. I had nothing remotely like it. I hadn't thought to bring a dress, just two pairs of jeans and a couple of short skirts with four blouses of different colours. That, a couple of jumpers, and enough underwear for five or six days constituted the contents of my suitcase. I had worn my only decent trousers on the flight across and Carole had sent them for cleaning when we had arrived. I couldn't go downstairs dressed like this. There was a knock at the door.

"Come on." Carole's voice came through the wood panels. "Are you ready?"

"Can we eat here?" I replied.

"Open up. What's wrong?"

I opened the door. "I haven't anything to wear." 

She looked me up and down. "What's wrong with that?" She asked.

"I'll look out of place." I wished Paul were with me. We could have sneaked out and found a late night cafe.

"You look fine." Carole assured me. "I wish I had your legs."

I looked back at the mirror and pulled down at the hem of my skirt. "It isn't too short?" I asked.

"You look fine." Carole said again. She had filled out a little since the birth of her son but she still was a very curvy, sexy lady. "Don't worry." Carole continued. "We will sit quietly in a corner. Nobody will pay us any attention. Let's go."

I picked up my handbag and followed her from the hotel suite. Her handbag matched her dress and shoes. I bet her knickers did as well.

The entrance to the restaurant was quite full with people waiting to be seated and other couples waiting to see if there would be any cancellations. I looked around. I was the only woman not wearing a dress. I looked so out of place I wanted the floor to open and swallow me. There were a number of small shops on the far side of the foyer. One was a dress shop. It looked to be open. 

"Is it open?" I whispered to Carole.

"What?" She asked. "The restaurant."

"No." I hissed. "That." I nodded in the direction of the dress shop.

She looked at me. "Let's go and find out." She smiled. A woman in her late twenties or early thirties was coming from the shop as we reached the front door. She had a bunch of keys in her hand. "Help." Carole said. The woman turned her head. "It's an emergency, Sherrie."

"Hello Carole." She said. "We haven't had your new dress delivered yet. It should be here for next weekend."

"It's not I." Carole lied. "It's my friend, Jenny. She's flown in from London but her luggage is in Berlin."

"That's always happening."

"We only need something for tonight."

Sherrie looked me up and down. She wasn't impressed, I could tell. "Come on in." She opened the door and stood to one side to let us pass. "I'm sure I have something. What size?"

"Ten." I replied. "In England. I don't know in America."

"Go in that cubical and take your clothes off while we sort out some things for you." Sherrie said leading Carole to a display of dresses on the far side of the room. I took off my blouse and skirt and stood peering around the side of the cubical curtain in my underwear and tights. They returned carrying three dresses each. 

"Try this one please." Sherrie said passing the first dress to me. I slipped it over my head and struggled with the zip at the back.

"Let's have a look." Carole said, pulling back the curtain.

"It's not really you." Sherrie said. "Try this one." She handed me a second dress. They were both standing in the doorway to the cubical, so I couldn't close the curtain without telling them to move. We were all woman, after all, so I turned my back towards them and felt fingers on my zip. I pulled the dress off over my head and picked up the second one. 

"It will hang better without a bra." Sherrie said. I felt her fingers on my bra's fastener releasing me. I automatically rubbed at my breasts, as they swung free. I slipped the bra off my arms and pulled on the dress. The material of the cups felt rough against my nipples and I could feel them hardening. Carole zipped me and I turned to face them looking at my profile in the full-length mirror on the sidewall of the cubical.

The dress was lovely. Pale blue with fitted cups that lifted my breasts to show off a cleavage I didn't know I had. It was a snug fit but not so tight. I loved it. I'd never worn anything like it before.

"Suits you." Carole said.

"I'm not sure." Sherrie said. "We have plenty more."

"I like this one." I told her suddenly feeling like I had as a child when my mother had threatened to take away my favourite toy.

"What are we going to do with your hair?" Sherrie asked walking to a counter and taking a hairbrush and comb from a drawer. I liked my hair as it was. Straight, shoulder length and curling up at the edges.

"We haven't really got time tonight, Sherrie." Carole said looking at my face. "When we return, I promise you can have her for a morning."

"Alright, if you're sure." Sherrie looked doubtful. She replaced the comb and brush in the drawer. I glanced at the price tag on the hem of the dress and swallowed hard. It couldn't be right. 

"It's about time you started to spend some of Paul's money." Carole said, her eyes following mine. 

"It's so much." I said.

"Be extra nice to him. He'll forgive you." She continued. "It works for me with Howie." He already had a lot to forgive. "Will you charge it against a Mr. Paul Wagstaffe." Carole said to Sherrie. "Pass the details to the desk clerk."

She opened a book. "I thought that name rang a bell. We have another dress marked for his account." Another dress? What had he been up to? "It was last Sunday evening." Sherrie continued. "I remember now. I had a call from Howie asking if he could open the shop for a friend. Their luggage hadn't arrived either." 

Their luggage? I think Paul had a little explaining to do.

"Let's go." Carole said, taking me by the hand. "We want to eat before the cabaret starts. Thank you Sherrie. We don't know what we would have done without you."

I added my thanks as we left.

"I'll give your clothes to the desk clerk." Sherrie called after us.

++++++++++++++++++

Paul.

He had a young face, quite good looking. He was laughing, on an adventure, perhaps just fucked his first woman. He lay at my feet, blood flowing from his chest. There was a lot of blood. How many times had I shot him? My grandfather was mounting Bill. His prick was sliding in and out of her. They were holding her down. Her shoulders were shaking. His young, good-looking face was laughing.

I opened my eyes and switched on the light above the bed. It was only three o'clock. I was sweating profusely. My pillow was wet. I lifted it and swapped it with the bottom pillow. That felt better as I lay my head upon it. Much cooler.

Had my grandfather and Roddrego really taken it in turns to rape Bill? I couldn't believe it. But I had seen it. What if she reported it to the police? Why hadn't she reported it to the police? What should I say? Tell them I saw nothing. But what if somebody else had seen me by Bill's door? Looking inside the room. Why was I looking in the room?

I turned over onto my side and switched off the light above me. The young mans face appeared before me. He was laughing. So full of life and I had ended it. 



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zu



(c) 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved.

Rubies are Red. Part 18zu

Paul.

I lay on my bed feeling awful. My mouth felt like the bottom of a Parrot's cage. I didn't think I'd had that much to drink the previous night. I looked at my wristwatch. It was just after seven am. Time for a shower.

Grandfather told me at dinner he required the American authorities to promise to contact England with news about our all being safe. The Admiral told us Howie and Heather were both being flown to the naval hospital at the base just north of Miami today. They might even be there before we were. The naval fitters would service the engines on the Catalina overnight. All I had to do was let Louise down gently; after a good fuck of course. 

I sat on the toilet seat then stepped under the shower, shaved and washed my teeth. That felt better. A fuck was definitely the next requirement. If breakfast was at eight, then I only had twenty-five minutes. I opened the door and left the room walking down the corridor to Louise's room. I looked at the door to Bill's room. The door was closed and everything was quiet. I knocked gently on Louise's door and it swung open. I looked inside. The bed was stripped of its bedclothes. 

"Louise." I called softly. I tried the door to the bathroom. It opened. There were signs of use but no sign of Louise. Strange. I went into the corridor. Bill's door was closed. The room was quiet. Had they killed her in their drunken orgy?

That would explain her not telling the police. What should I do? I could hear a bugle play in the distance. A door further along the corridor opened and my grandfather stepped from his room. 

"Ah. Paul." He said closing the door behind him. "I'm glad you're up. I want to get away as soon as possible." Was he trying to run from the scene of the crime? But what about Roddrego? I supposed he could claim diplomatic immunity. "Let's get breakfast." Grandfather continued. "Where's Louise?"

"I don't know." I replied walking slowly towards him. "She's not there." I'd known him all my life. I'd probably spent more time with him and my grandmother than with my parents. Now I didn't want to be near him. 

"What's wrong?" He asked as I drew level with him. "Don't you feel well? You'll be fine when we get to ten thousand feet. Clears your head like nothing. Always did it in the first war."

We walked through the entrance hall and into the dining room. Louise sat at a table with three officers. They all rose as we approached. "Good morning, Gentlemen." A man with two and a half stripes on his epaulet said holding his seat for us. "We were keeping your young lady company."

"Don't leave on our account." Grandfather said sitting in his chair.

"It's time for us to be at our stations." He replied looking at his fellow officers. "It was great meeting you." He directed his last comment to Louise.

I remembered him now. He had been in the bar the previous evening and had asked Louise to dance after dinner. They seemed to keep strange hours on the base. Dinner had been at six-thirty and a small band had played until we had gone to bed at ten-thirty. Still, it had been nice of them to look after us as they had.

I saw Louise watching the back of the officer as he walked away from the table. "You were awake early." I said to her as I sat in the chair next to her and rubbed my calf against hers. She jerked her leg away. Now what had I done?

"I have been on the phone to my office and home." Louise said, taking a drink from her coffee cup.

"How did you manage that?" Grandfather asked as a steward approached to take our breakfast orders.

"Drexel. You just met him. He fixed it for me. He was very helpful."

"He seemed a nice man." Grandfather agreed. I could feel something tying a knot in my stomach. Did Louise fancy this Drexel? I would be great if she did. Take her attentions from me. But I didn't want him to have her. I didn't want anybody else to have her. "A good breakfast is what we all need." Grandfather said turning to the Steward.

"I've already had mine." Louise said standing. "I need to get some things from the shop on the base." She looked at me. "Do you have any money?" I stood and took my wallet from my hip pocket. I removed a sorry looking collection of bank notes from various countries, sat down again, and spread them on the tabletop.

"Two of the biggest breakfasts you do." Grandfather said to the Steward. "And a fresh pot of coffee, please."

I separated the notes into little piles and offered the American dollars to Louise. "Only about thirty dollars I'm afraid." I said.

"That'll be plenty. I'll bring you the change." She replied brightly. She seemed very happy. There was a light in her eyes that made her highly fuckable. I wanted to go with her. Take her to my room. "See you later." She turned and almost skipped from the room.

As she left the room, Roddrego entered. He looked suddenly old. He smiled weakly as he sat. "Are you not well?" Grandfather asked.

"Too much last night." He mumbled.

The Steward returned carrying a tray with two glasses of orange juice and a coffee pot with cups and a jug of milk. Roddrego took one of the glasses of orange juice and drank deeply. A second drink emptied the glass. His hand reached for the second glass.

"What is this?" He asked looking at my little collection of banknotes.

"Just checking the state of our finances."

"We have had less." Roddrego stated. "Remember Haiti?"

I usually loved hearing them talk about the old days. Not today. "I need some fresh air." I said rising to my feet and returning the notes to my wallet. "I'm not really hungry. You can have my breakfast." I turned and walked from the room before either could speak. I couldn't breathe. I needed to know what had happened to Bill. 

I stopped in the main entrance and looked outside. The bright sunshine hurt my eyes for a few seconds. I saw large parade square surrounded with barrack and administrative buildings on the other three sides. That looked like Louise on the far side of the parade square. She talked to Dexter. She kissed him on the cheek. Now they were walking around the side of the building together. Fuck Bill. I had to find out what was happening.

I left the Officers club and hurried across the parade square. I'd have been locked away in England if I had done that in some of the Army barracks. But here, others used it as a shortcut. Besides, I was a civilian. I reached the corner around which they had disappeared from view. A road at the rear of the building contained more office blocks on the far side. I crossed to the far side and looked about me. There was no sign of them. Where could they have gone? Was he showing her his office? His bedroom? His prick?

I walked along the side of the building until I came to another road at its rear. Here, flats and houses stretched for blocks. It must be the married families area. Looking right, I could see a long low building with car parking spaces on three sides. It looked like a super-market. She said she wanted to go shopping. I walked towards it. Perhaps he was only showing her where it was. But why the kiss? She may have been thanking her for letter her use a phone of course. It hadn't been a passionate kiss. Nothing more than a peck.

A blast of cold air hit me as I walked through the automatic doors into the shop and I shivered then sneezed. The girl behind the cigarette counter looked at me and smiled. I checked the first two aisles and I saw them at the end of the third. Louise carried a basket and put what looked like a packet of biscuits into it. Dexter stood by her side pointing to something. I leapt out of sight as they turned in my direction. I stepped back and hid behind the far side of the first aisle until I could see which way they were going. Away from me. They moved from sight. Dexter held her arm. I hurried to the third aisle and try to walk along it parallel to them. They weren't saying much. 

"Turn your back." I heard her say. "I need something here." I heard him laugh. Then her.

"Have you ever been to California?" He asked.

"Yes." She replied. "I worked there for a short time. Before..."

"Before what?" He asked.

They were moving again. I turned and banged my legs against the trolley of a woman in her thirties. "Sorry." I said, disentangling myself. She said something I didn't catch as I hurried away.

"Paul helped me a lot." Louise was saying.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Drexel asked.

"He's married." Louise sounded on the defensive.

"And?" Drexel was pushing the point.

"We are just friends."

"Where is your boyfriend?" Drexel asked after a pause. Drexel certainly tried to pump her for information. He was probably hoping he'd get the chance to pump her in another way later.

"Can I help you?" I turned and looked into the face of a man wearing black trousers, a white short-sleeved shirt and a green and blue tie wearing a small badge with the word manager on it.

"I'm fine, thanks." I replied. I could hear Louise and Drexel moving away.

"What are you looking for?" I didn't like the way the man looked me up and down. "Perhaps I can help you. I don't think I know you. Do you have any ID?" I reached into my shirt pocket and produced my passport. It looked a sorry sight. The manager peeled the pages apart and looked at my picture. "You're a Briton?"

"That's right. We arrived yesterday and are flying out shortly."

"Hello, Paul." Louise and Drexel were walking down the aisle towards us. "I thought I heard your voice." Louise continued.

"Hello, Commander." The manager said.

"Hello, Bill." Drexel replied.

"What are you looking for Paul?" Louise asked covering a small blue package in her basket. "Is it time to go?"

"I thought I'd see if you had any money left so I could buy something for the flight." It was the first thing that came into my head. I added, "I didn't want to interrupt you."

"You should have." Louise smiled. "We were only shopping."

I could guess the objective of Drexel's shopping trip. "I should of." I agreed.

"I don't think there will be much left after I've paid for these things." She looked down into her basket. I looked as well. She'd bought a bra and panties set which lay covering a small box. I'd seen Jenny hide similar boxes when we went shopping together. She was starting her period. At least she wasn't pregnant. Now that would have complicated things. She had a packet of biscuits as well.

"That's what I was getting." I said, lifting the packet. "There'll be four of us so we will need some more." Bill and Drexel were talking; so I led her to the aisle where I'd seen her picking the biscuits and grabbed a second packet. "We will soon be in Miami." I said standing directly in front of her.

"My father said he would send the company plane to collect us."

"I'm not sure when we will be free to go."

"Oh. Almost immediately, I'm sure. We have broken no laws of the United States."

"That's true." I agreed. "There will be no reason for them to keep us."

I could be home in a matter of days. What would I do about Heather? I couldn't leave her here. She had come with me after all. I could only hope she was fit to travel so I could drop her off in London on the way home. Judging by her comments, her sister and brother should have returned. It could all work out great.

I looked at my wristwatch. It was almost nine. "I think we should return." I said to her. "You know my grandfather was keen for us to get away as quickly as possible."

"Alright." She nodded as we returned to Drexel and the Manager. "Are you coming to see us off Drexel?"

"Sure." He smiled at her and she returned the smile. "I'd like that."

Louise paid for her shopping and packed everything in a large brown paper bag. She left the store by Drexel's side leaving me to carry it. I had no need to return to the Officers club as I had my only possessions in my pockets. Louise had hers on her body or in the bag but she insisted we stopped so she could visit the toilets with the brown bag leaving Drexel and me standing in the foyer.

"Have you known Louise long?" He suddenly asked after a minute's silence.

"Three or four years I suppose." I replied.

"She said you helped her."

"I suppose I did." I confirmed. "There was a fire and I dragged her from the building. She was a little scarred and couldn't speak for over a year."

"You helped her get her voice back?"

"I suppose I did." Kneeling between her legs with my tongue up her fanny, making her cum, letting her know she was a very attractive woman; it may have helped. She could talk afterwards anyway.

"Ah. There you are." My grandfather's voice came from the entrance to the dining room. "Ready to go?"

"Just waiting for Louise." I replied.

"We have to visit the conning tower at the air-base to get our course details and enter our flight plan." Grandfather said as Louise exited the ladies room. "Major Peterson will drive us."

"How long will that take?" Louise asked looking at Drexel.

"Thirty minutes." Grandfather replied. "No more." There was the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside. "Come along, Paul. We need you. Your pilot's licence is up-to-date."

+++++++++++++++++++

Jenny.

I supposed Carole was right. But I couldn't bring myself to be extravagant with Paul's money. The dress was lovely though. But the price...

I could see the palm tree lined beaches as we came in to land at Miami airport. We had taken a scheduled flight as Harve's company plane was in Los Angeles with one of the company Directors. It would fly to pick up Louise, Howie and Carole later in the week. We had received a phone call after breakfast from Harve telling us Paul, Louise and Roland would be flying in from the Virgin Islands in the afternoon while Howie and somebody called Heather would be flying from an aircraft carrier to the Naval hospital sometime today as well.

I wondered who this Heather was. I hoped Howie hadn't been up to his old tricks again. No woman was safe from him. He even tried to get his prick inside my anus, once but Paul stopped him. That had hurt. A lot. Carole had told me she had measured it once and it was over eight and a half inches long. She'd told me how it stretched her as nothing had ever done. I could have told her I knew how she felt after taking Ron's cock. I had almost told her the night before as we had sat with our coffees after dinner, watching the couples on the dance-floor. Talk had gotten on to who was seeing whom at home. I'd told her about Shirley and Matt, but not about my sucking him. I hoped that was something I'd never need to do again. I had a lot of sorting out to do with Shirley.

It was very warm as we walked down the steps onto the tarmac and into the terminal building. There was no immigration and we were outside queuing at the taxi rank with our luggage inside fifteen minutes. This was the third time I had been to Miami. I hoped it would be better than the last two. Paul had been ill on the first time and we had had to sit in the departure lounge all night on the second. This time would be different. We were booked into our hotel for four nights. It wouldn't bother me if I didn't leave the bedroom once during that time.

It was our turn for a taxi. Yes, I will enjoy the next few days.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zv



Jenny.

I stretched in the bathtub, cleared a hole through the bubbles and watched my pubic hairs waving from side to side. I ran my fingers through them pulling at a knot. I wondered when they would get here. It suddenly occurred to me it could be at any minute. It wouldn't be the surprise I planned, if Paul found me in the bath. I climbed out, lifted the lever releasing the plug, and sat on the edge rubbing my legs with a towel whilst the water gurgled beneath me. I wrapped the towel around my body and grabbed a second to use to dry my hair. My plan, such as it was, was to lie on the bed, naked, waiting for him. He'd like that. So would I. I smiled. But what if he didn't return for ages?

Carole had received a message from the base hospital to say Howie had arrived. I had offered to go with her to see him but she could tell I didn't really want to go. "You stay and get ready for Paul." She'd said. I hadn't needed a second offer. I had felt a little bad at first but she had said I had my own man to take care of while she looked after hers.

I opened the door to the bedroom. That was strange. I'd thought I'd left the light on. I moved between the chairs and the dressing table towards the door. Something didn't feel right. I could smell tobacco and hear somebody breathing. As I turned, I felt the glove-covered hands of a man about my mouth and neck. I tried to pull away, to bite him, to scream, but I couldn't breathe. I pulled at his hands. My ears rang.

"Stop struggling and you won't be hurt." A voice said in my ear. "You won't be hurt. I promise you." I stopped trying to escape and the hand about my throat relaxed slightly. I could breathe again. I sucked in a huge lungful of air. "No noise now." The man said and released my mouth. My first reaction was to scream but I fought it. I breathed deeply again. What did he want? Was he a burglar? I didn't have much. I relied on Carole's generosity for the air-flights and hotels. I hadn't had time to get to a bank proper and there was only about eighty pounds in the floor safe in the apartment in London. I'd changed most at the airport for dollars, but I only had about one hundred of those. Was he going to rape me? Were the chances more or less, if I disobeyed him?

"Lie down on the bed." The man's voice was very low, almost like a lover asking me. "I won't rape you. Not if you do as I say." I fumbled my way past the chairs and sat on the edge of the bed. The man switched on one of the lights above the bed. I blinked hard. I could see him. In his forties, I would say. He looked to be very fit. He was tan and his forearms rippled as he moved. He had a lot of hair. I realised after a few seconds it was a wig. He took the towel I had been using to dry my hair and began tearing it into strips.

"Who are you?" I asked. "What do you want?"

"Who are you? Should I ask?" He retorted. "This is Paul Wagstaffe's room."

"I'm his wife."

"Are you?" He smiled. I didn't like that smile. "Lie down."

"You said you wouldn't." I said, preparing a scream.

"I won't." He glanced at his watch. "If you do as I tell you. Now lie down." There was a harder tone to his voice. He sounded like a man accustomed to people following his instructions. I lay on my back with my legs tight together.

"What do you want with me?" I asked.

"Nothing. I want something from your husband." He replied. "Move over into the middle of the bed and don't speak again." I did as instructed. "Now give me your hand." I did as instructed and watched as he tied a loop about my wrist with a strip of towel then tied it to the bed. He moved to the other side of the bed. "You are doing fine." He said gently. "Do as you are told and neither you nor your husband will get hurt. Your hand." I gave him my other hand, which he secured to the bed in the same manner. "Open your mouth." I saw him screwing a piece of towel into a tight ball. "This won't hurt." He said squeezing my cheeks and forcing me to open my mouth.

"It does." I mumbled as he pushed the cloth inside my mouth and secured it with another strip of towel.

"I think it would help persuade Paul to give me what I want if you look a little more vulnerable." He said, pulling my towel from me and leaving me naked on the bed. He looked down at me then sat on the edge of the bed by my side. "Don't worry." He said. "I won't hurt you." His eyes moved from my breasts to my pubic mound and back again. "You have a lovely body." He traced a line with the tip of his finger from just below my breasts over my navel to where my pubic hairs started. "A lovely body."

I shivered. "Feeling the cold?" I saw him reach inside his shirt and pull out an automatic pistol. Then, he took a long black cylinder from his trouser pocket and screwed it into place over the muzzle. He placed the weapon on the top of one of the bedside tables and looked at me again. "You have a lovely body." He repeated and moved across the bed to lay top of me. I tried to throw him off, tried to knee him in the balls, but all I managed to do was open my legs wide enough for him to lie between them. I could hardly breath as he allowed his full weight to fall upon me. He was smiling at me. I felt his prick hardening inside his trousers.

"I'll keep you warm." He said as his body began to move against mine.

+++++++++++++++

Paul.

I was glad I came with Louise to the hospital whilst Major Peterson reported in and grandfather went to visit a man he knew about the plane. Howie looked and sounded a lot better than when I'd last seen him; so I left Louise sitting with him and asked one of the nurses for directions to Heather's bed. She was in the next room down the corridor. I tapped on the door and opened it slowly. Heather was lying on her side with her back towards me. I tiptoed to the bed and leaned over her. Her eyes closed, she breathed gently. As I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, her eyelids flickered and her eyes opened. She looked at me.

"Hello." She said turning slowly onto her back.

"Oh." She grimaced as she settled back onto the pillows. "Ah. That's better."

"How are you?" I asked pulling up a chair and sitting.

"Sore." She indicated her shoulder. "But I'll live. They said I'll have a hole in my shoulder-blade for the rest of my life."

"I'm sorry." I really was. "I shouldn't have let you come with us."

"I wouldn't have missed this for the world. Parts of it were great." She was so alive. I wanted to hold her. Climb into bed with her. "There are things I miss being stuck in here though." She continued.

"What?" I asked.

"You for a start."

"Not much chance of doing anything while you're here." I said.

"Where there's a will." She lowered her eyelids.

"What if somebody comes?" I asked.

"I'll try not to make a noise." She replied.

I pulled back the single sheet covering her body and looked. She wore one of those hospital nightshirts that fastened with bows at the back. I lifted, slipped my hand inside, and closed my fingers around one of her breasts. It felt soft and warm. I pushed at the front of the nightshirt until I had her breast in the open. I moved my hand to the bottom of her breast so I could see her nipple. It stood proud. I moved above her, lowered my lips to it, and sucked gently. I heard Heather sigh softly. I opened my lips, releasing her nipple and ran my tongue around it. Heather shifted slightly lifting her chest towards me. I sucked her nipple whilst massaging the rest of her breast with my fingers. I felt her fingers on the back of my head, running through my hair and pulling my head towards her. I pulled away and looked at her face. Her eyes were wide open and her nostrils flared. I kissed her mouth hard. Pushing my tongue between her lips, I met her own tongue pushing back.

"Oh yes. Yes." She gasped as we broke our kiss.

I pulled up the hem of her nightshirt until her pubic mound was fully exposed. The dark hairs curled upon themselves. Taking one last feel of her breasts, I moved down the bed. Heather was already opening her legs and I smelled her arousal. A second later, I felt it as I worked first one then a second finger inside her moving them in and out as if they were a prick. She arched her back as I fingered her and I rubbed my prick through my trousers with my other hand to relieve its pressure. I continued to move my fingers; my other hand drifted from my trousers to her fanny to spread her lips. I saw her tiny pea of a clit, lowered my mouth, and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. I felt her whole body tense, and for a second, I thought she would scream aloud. In the end, she only gasped and relaxed. I continued licking her clit listening to her little mewing sounds. Her breathing changed again; taking this as a sign she was building for another orgasm, I licked faster and harder. Once more, her body tensed and this time she did cry out.

"Alright?" I asked pulling my fingers from her hole as I lifted my head to look into her face. It was flushed, but she was smiling.

"Never felt better." She sighed, stretching with one arm, which caused her breast to flatten against her chest.

I heard a trolley rattle. "I'll come back and see you later," I said kissing her forehead as the door opened and a nurse entered pushing a trolley. I stepped into the corridor, my back to the nurse to hide my hard-on. The door closed behind me as I heard the nurse ask Heather if she felt well. She looked warm. I must drag Louise away from Howie. We should get to our hotel and find some way to get money for fresh clothes. I might be able to get a blowjob from her, if she had started her period.

"Hello stranger." Two hands closed around my eyes and two large breasts squashed against my back. "Long time no see."

I pulled the hands away and turned around. "Carole! I didn't know you were here."

"We flew in this morning." She smiled at me and offered her cheek for a kiss. She smelled great. Something expensive I was sure. I wished Jenny would spend a little more on herself. Whilst we weren't in the Wolfenstein league, we weren't exactly paupers. 

"Are Harve and Martha with you?" I asked. She had filled out a little since the birth of little Harve, filled out very nicely.

"They will be coming down in the company plane in a few days." She answered. "Is Howie in here? How is he?"

"He'll live. He was shot you know."

"I know. We haven't had many details. I must see him. Who's this Heather by the way?" She stopped with her hand on the door handle.

"Just somebody who came on the trip with us." What details should I give? What details would Howie give? What details would Carole report to Jenny next time they spoke? "She lives in one of the apartments in London."

Carole frowned as she absorbed this information. I could tell she had more questions but torn by her need to see Howie. "You must tell me all about her later." She said as she opened the door. "Hello Darling. Hello Louise."

I didn't like the emphasis she placed on the 'must.' What I needed was to get Louise alone for twenty minutes. Carole bent over Howie, kissing him. Her dress rose at the back to almost show her knickers. Yes. I could definitely do with a few minutes alone with Louise. Howie's hand closed around one of Carole's ass cheeks and squeezed pushing some of her dress between them. My prick was hardening again. Carole reached behind and pushed his hand away. She sat on the edge of the bed and held it between her own.

"The Doc says I can go home Friday." Howie said. "The wound is healing nicely. I'd lost quite a bit of blood what with one thing and the other. The climb up to the lake hadn't done me any good."

"It kept you alive." I said. "They may have been planning to kill you all."

"What happened?" Carole asked.

"A lot." Louise said rising from her chair. "I must get some work done. They are allowing me use a typewriter and phone on the base to file a dispatch." That was probably so they could see what she would send. 

"Aren't you coming to the hotel?" I tried not to sound disappointed.

"I can't." Louise leaned forward and kissed first Howie then Carole. "I can make tomorrow's edition with my first dispatch and produce the outline of my feature for the weekend. They have my camera and said they would develop the film for me."

Fuck. I'd have to go to the hotel alone and sit around until they all returned.



The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18zw



(c) 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved

Rubies are Red. Part 18zw

Jenny

My thighs felt sore from the continual moving of his body on top of me. At least he hadn't attempted to get his prick inside me, although I felt its hardness against my pubic mound and abdomen. He looked into my eyes. I smelled tobacco and whisky. I wished he'd get off, but I didn't dare move beneath him in case it encouraged him. Now he moved. Standing, he reached for his gun before turning off the light above the bed. I heard voices in the corridor then the sound of a key in the lock and the door handle turning. I tried to scream to warn him but only a muffled grunt escaped.

Paul stood in the doorway looking at me then at the man and his gun. "Jenny?" He sounded surprised to see me. "What?"

"Come in and close the door." The man said quietly. His voice had changed as he held part of the torn towel in front of his mouth. Paul hesitated. "Come in." The man insisted pointing the gun at me. "You don't want her to get hurt." I realised my legs were still wide open from when he'd lain between, them so I closed them. Paul took a step forward and closed the door. 

"What do you want?" Paul asked, his voice trembling. "If you've hurt her..."



"I haven't. Yet. Nor will I if you do exactly as you are told." The room was suddenly very dark only lit by the light from the bathroom, but I saw him pointing his weapon at Paul's chest. "Lay on the bed beside your wife. No. Face down."

Paul lay on his stomach beside me. I saw him smiling in the gloom. "Are you all right?" He asked. I nodded and began crying, tears running down my cheeks. "Shush. It'll be alright." He murmured.

"Be sensible and it will." The man said standing at the foot of the bed. "Here is what you will do. I know about the envelopes you left in the hotel you stayed in last week. You will collect them and bring them here. Then we'll go for a little drive. Don't call the police and don't tell anybody else and you will both be fine. Do you understand what you are to do?"

"Yes. Who are you?" Paul asked.

"That doesn't matter. Best you don't know. Go now." The man moved to the far side of the bed from Paul and stood still while Paul kissed me and climbed from the bed. "It shouldn't take you more than twenty-five minutes." The man said as Paul stopped by the door. "Do as you are told and no harm will come to her."

"I'll be back soon, Jenny." Paul said as he opened the door.  

"I'd hurry if I were you. Your wife has a lovely body." The man said. I saw Paul hesitate in the doorway then step into the corridor and close the door. The man switched on the light above the bed again. He looked at me for a moment then untied my hands and allowed me to remove the gag.

"Don't talk." He said. "Just get dressed."

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Paul

I stood for a moment looking at the door to the hotel bedroom. What is Jenny doing here? Who is he? How does he know about the bonds in the other hotel's safe? What should I do? I don't care about the bonds. After all, they aren't mine. The bonds are his as long as he doesn't hurt Jenny. Should I call the police? That would be the sensible thing to do, but Jenny might get hurt. Should I trust him? If he gets the bonds, there's no reason to harm us. I didn't know who he was. Who am I kidding? I did know who he was. I had just spent four hours in the aeroplane with him. The hair threw me at first, but I knew him well enough to recognise him even in half-light. I didn't let on I knew him and I didn't like him referring to Jenny's body as nice. And her legs were open, wide open as if she had just been fucked. I hurried away from the bedroom door and pressed the button for the lift. It seemed to take an age arriving.  

"Ah. There you are Paul." My grandfather said, as he was about to step from the lift. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yes." I said waiting for him to step from the lift. "I'll be back soon."

"I'll come with you." He said, stepping inside. "There's nothing else to do. How are Howie and Heather?"

"I won't be long." I insisted, hoping he'd take the hint he wasn't wanted. I looked over my shoulder. That was a mistake. He'd been in too many situations where to stay alive he'd had to rely upon reading the other's body language.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing." I answered too quickly.

"There is. Come on." He urged. "I know you."

I would have said the same before I saw him raping Bill. "I have to go to the other hotel and get the bonds we left in the safe."  

"What do you need them for?" He asked.

"I can't tell you. I just need them."

"Come on." He urged once more. "I may be able to help you." We reached the ground floor and I hurried outside and waved my hand at a passing cab. Without asking, Grandfather climbed in beside me and sat in the seat whilst I gave the driver the hotel name. "Well?" Grandfather asked.

"Jenny's in the hotel room." I told him.

"Jenny? Here?" He exclaimed. "But how?"'

"I don't know." I replied. "Major Peterson is with her. He wants the bonds. He has a gun. He says the three of us will go for a ride and we will all be safe."

"You believe him?" Grandfather asked.

I saw the eyes of the driver in his rear-view mirror. "I don't know." I confessed. "He's wearing a disguise. I thought if I didn't let on I knew him, he'd have no reason to hurt us."

"I think that's highly unlikely." Grandfather said, shaking his head.

"Same here." The cabbie joined in. "You should call the cops."

"You're right." Grandfather said. "We should."

The taxi pulled to a stop in front of the hotel where Heather and I stayed the previous week. Was it only a week? What's he doing to Jenny? Why hadn't I gone straight to reception and called the police at the other hotel? Having my grandfather meet me in the lift flustered me. Trying to avoid telling him what was happening was a mistake. "You get the bonds." Grandfather said.

I had to climb from the taxi on the traffic side, which caused one car to swerve and sound his horn. I hurried into the foyer of the hotel and went to the reception desk.

"Yes, Sir." The pretty, young woman behind the desk asked as I approached her.

"I don't suppose you remember me, but I left some envelopes here when I stayed last week. My name is Paul Wagstaffe."

"Just one minute, Sir." She said and disappeared into a room behind her. I heard her talking to somebody, and a few seconds later, she reappeared followed by a young man I recognised as a duty manager from my previous visit. He carried my envelopes.

"Ah yes. Mr. Wagstaffe. Do you have ID? Just for the records." He asked, reaching beneath the desk for a pad of forms. From the breast pocket of my shirt, I produced my battered passport. A couple of soakings plus a lot of sweat hadn't done it much good, but it was still recognisable. The duty manager opened it, noted some details onto one of the forms, and then handed it to me.

"It got wet." I offered by way of explanation.

"Yes, Sir." He replied offering me a pen with which to sign the form. I did so and returned it. He handed me the two envelopes. "Thank you, Sir." He said as I took the envelopes and turned to leave. "I hope you come and stay with us again soon." I was already halfway to the door by the time he finished.

Grandfather had moved across the seat, so I could climb in from curbside. He coughed. He wasn't looking very well. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"It comes and goes." He smiled weakly. "I'll be better soon." The cab pulled away, making a u-turn across on-coming traffic. "When we get there, you go while I call the police." Grandfather said as the car approached the hotel. "Try to stall him."

"I can get my dispatcher to do it." The cabby said over his shoulder.  

"Good idea." Grandfather said. "Don't do anything silly."

"I won't." I didn't want to be a hero. I climbed from the cab and walked up the steps to the hotel entrance.  

"You took your time." Major Peterson's voice came from my side as I passed through the revolving doors. He stood with one hand around Jenny's arm and the other inside one of his trouser pockets.

"Are you all right?" I said to Jenny.

"She's fine." Peterson answered for her. "Now outside." I turned and walked through the revolving doors again. I hadn't been very good at stalling him. "Into the cab." He said. I opened the door.

"What?" Grandfather said.  

"Hey Buddy." The cabby said. "What's going on?"

Major Peterson pushed Jenny into the cab and onto my lap; he then climbed in and pressed the barrel of his gun to the cabby's neck. "Drive, Buddy." Peterson said. The cab joined the flow of traffic. I heard police sirens in the distance. "You called the police?" Peterson asked watching the police cars pass in the direction we had just come. There was a voice on the cabby's radio.

"My dispatcher wants to know what's going on." The cabby said.

"Tell him you've got a fare. Don't be a hero." Peterson replied. We all listened as the cabby spoke into his handset. I just realised how nice Jenny smelled. I smiled at her and she kissed my forehead.

"I wanted to surprise you." She said.

"You did." I agreed.

"Shut up." Peterson said poking me in the ribs with his gun. "No talking anyone. Where's the plane?" He asked.

"Wang's pier." Grandfather answered.

Grandfather had been very quiet. I looked at him. His face looked grey and old; too old for all this. "I don't think my grandfather is very well." I said to Peterson receiving a second poke in the ribs for my trouble.

"I'll be all right, Paul." Grandfather said.

"You heard him." I thought he would poke me in the ribs again. "Now shut up. Go to Wang's pier." Peterson ordered the cabby.

There was more talking on the radio. "The dispatcher wants to know what's going on." The cabby said.

"Why?" Peterson asked. "What is going on?"

"I had the cabby get his dispatcher to call the police." My grandfather spoke, his voice little more than a whisper.

"Tell him it was a hoax. Just a mad old man." Peterson said. "Tell him he can call off the cops."

His dispatcher sounded short with him. We turned off the main road and entered what looked like an older part of the docks. Two old iron gates stood open and we drove through them. A number of people fished from an old wooden pier and I saw an old Chinese man standing outside a ramshackle office. Everywhere I looked appeared rusty. I saw the Catalina standing on its wheels on a grassed area behind the office.  

"Stop here." Peterson said. "Now everybody be good while we walk to the plane." I saw the old Chinese man begin to walk towards us, but my grandfather waved him away with a backhand motion. I saw the Chinese man turn and hurry into his office.

We reached the airplane and my grandfather handed me the key. I opened the door and stood aside to help Jenny. Grandfather and the cabby climbed onboard. Grandfather climbed very slowly. Then, it was my turn. I tossed up the two envelopes and using the old half oil drum to stand, pulled myself into the plane. Major Peterson's head followed. Grandfather swung the bucket we had used as a toilet through the air. It clanged loudly as it struck Major Peterson's head. He staggered backwards off the oil drum. Without thinking, I leapt from the plane on top of him. He fell backwards and I landed on top of him. His body moved beneath me and I found myself flying through the air. I clambered to my feet as he reaching his. His hand with the gun remained in his pocket; I leapt at him and we fell again. I heard the airplane engines starting. The air was suddenly full of dust and sand. I struck him with my fists. He hit me.  

His gun hand was almost free from his pocket, so I grabbed his wrist. We fought for what seemed like an age. I was tiring. He was forcing the gun towards me. I threw my weight first one way then the other. His hand banged on the ground and he released the gun. He pulled at me then pushed and I found myself rolling away from him. I got to my feet again. He already stood holding his weapon. I heard the noise from the planes engines increase as Grandfather swung the plane around and headed towards us. Peterson turned and fired twice at the cockpit. I saw my grandfather jerked backwards in his seat. Peterson stepped backwards away from the approaching airscrew. I leapt at his back pushing him forward. The force with which the airscrew struck him threw us both backwards. I scrambled to my feet from beneath his body. I looked down. My stomach churned as it had when I saw how the shotgun blast separated the Roger's son from his arm.

The plane still moved. I ran after it and scrambled onboard as it reached the slipway into the water. Jenny stood on the ladder between the pilot's seats. She looked over my grandfather. I climbed behind her feeling her ass cheeks against my prick and thighs as I reached over her and pulled the throttles idle, clicked off the switches, and turned off the key in the ignition. The plane swung from side to side as it settled into the water. I squeezed past Jenny, knelt on one knee on the second pilot's seat, and looked at my grandfather.

"Peterson?" He asked faintly.

"He's dead." I told him. Blood welled from a hole in his chest. I ripped off my shirt and tore it into strips. I formed a pad from one and pressed it against his chest. He looked down then up at me and smiled.

"You are so much like Alistair." He coughed. "So much." Jenny was crying. I heard police sirens and the cabby shouting to somebody. "Margaret wouldn't have let me go." Grandfather's voice was weakening. "Too old. Too old."

I felt a wave of emotion well inside of me at the mention of my grandmother's name. "Don't talk." I said. "They'll get an ambulance."

He coughed again. "Too late." He said, starring at his hand on the half circle wheel. "I'll take her down. Margaret will be waiting." He lifted his other hand to the control column then looked at me.  

"So much like Alistair." He said and closed his eyes.

+++++

Jenny

I turned in our bed in the hotel room and looked at Paul. He lay on his back looking at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"This and that." He replied. I lifted his arm and placed it about my shoulders then lay my head on his chest.

It was past midnight when we left the police station. They interviewed Paul for hours. As we had left, they told us the military authorities would interview us later. Paul didn't seem as shaken by the death of his grandfather as I'd been. I knew he was very sensitive and expected him to cry. Perhaps the pace of events after the police arrived had prevented him. When Carole heard what had happened, she came to the police station armed with a brace of lawyers.

Paul nuzzled my hair with his nose. I placed my hand on his prick. It was soft. I cupped his balls then ran my fingers up and down its length. I felt it twitch at my touch. "Do you think he died happy?" I asked, holding his prick and working his foreskin back and forth. "Your grandfather sitting at the controls of a plane?"

"I don't think he was happy to die." Paul replied squeezing my shoulder.

"No. I know. But if he had to die, was that how he would have wanted?"

"I suppose so."  

He didn't seem interested. Something bothered him... a lot. On the bed, I straddled his hips and lay his slowly hardening prick along the lips of my fanny. I slid along its length. He turned his head to one side. "What's wrong?" I asked continuing to slide back and forth. "Tell me. Please."

He turned his face to mine. He looked angry. He looked at my fanny then guided me away from his prick with his hands upon my hips. "Put it inside." He said roughly. I reached between my legs, guided the tip of his prick into place between my fanny lips, and sank onto it. I lifted and fell twice before fully impaled. I remained motionless for a few seconds watching his face. I began to move up and down. "I wish I'd never come on this trip." He said suddenly.

Stopping my motion, I said, "You had to come." I assured him. "What would have happened if you hadn't? Your grandfather and Roddrego both might have been killed for all you know. You had to come."

"So many people died." I hadn't heard the full story, but Carole told me bits Howie told her: Roland's rescue from the interior ministry, the hotel shelling, sneaking through the darkened city streets, staying in an old school house, Paul stealing a lorry, the American soldiers, Paul stealing a plane, Howie being shot, Paul rescuing them, and more ending in Paul killing the deranged Major Peterson.

I looked down at him and squeezed my fanny tight about his prick. He smiled at me. I quickened my movements. He reached and held my breasts.

There was a lot more Carole hadn't told me. Louise came to the police station. There was something between her and Paul. The way they wouldn't look at each other while we sat in a waiting room. Then, there was Heather. Who was she? Louise avoided my questions saying she was Paul's friend. I might have understood it if Carole said Howie. I don't know a Heather and fairly certain Paul doesn't either. A woman named Bill was mentioned. There was so much to find out without letting on about Ron.

I closed my eyes. There was a lot to discover, but not now. Now was for Paul. Looking at me and smiling, there was a swelling beneath one eye and a lump on his lip. Scratches and bruises covered his chest and back. But he was smiling.

"You don't like Rubies? Do you?" He asked as his hips began to move beneath me.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friends." I answered, panting.

"They're red. Rubies. Blood red." He said. He moved his hands to my hips and held me still as his cum pumped inside me.

"I hope I never see another." 

The End

Paul and Jenny will return.

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