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.