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.