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.