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.