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.