The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05

"Your father and I are going to visit Gill and Freddie." I brightened up. "You remember, he used to work for your father's firm. He's now a partner in a firm in the city. Do you want to come?"

"I'd rather not, Mrs Wagstaffe. I'm still feeling a little sore and I'm a bit tired." Jenny you're wonderful.

"Of course, you stay here with Paul. Perhaps he'll show you the local area later. We will be back for five, your father has booked us a table at eight at the Maison Jacques."

Jenny looked blank.

"It's a little place around the corner." I explained.

Drinks and Sandwiches finished they were gone. Hudson had phoned for a taxi and it was waiting outside.

Jenny stood at the window, watching and waving goodbye.

I stood close behind her. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back from the window into me.

I lifted the jumper and T-shirt she had travelled in over her head. I undid the clasp of her bra, slipping the straps over her shoulders, freeing her breasts. My prick was hard already, lying hard against her ass cheek. She moved her hips pushing against me. The clasp of her skirt was on her left hip. I undid it and lowered the zip. It fell to the floor. I kissed her neck. She shivered slightly despite the warmth of the central heating. I hooked my thumbs inside the top of her tights and pushed them down over her hips and buttocks. I knelt behind her and pulled them to the ground. I helped her out of her shoes and held her tights as she slipped her feet from them. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs and planted a kiss on either panty covered ass cheek. Her panties were small and white. I slowly eased them down over her buttocks, her thighs, and her calves and off.

With a hand on either ass cheek I pulled them apart. I licked the top of the divide between her cheeks. Moving down, tickling the soft exposed skin. Licking around her anus, the slightly musty smell and slightly bitter taste.

"Let's go to bed."

She turned placing her hands on either side of my face she lifted me slightly.

"Let's shower first."

Jenny picked up her clothes and walked towards the bathroom. I walked behind watching her ass move.

Inside the bathroom she dropped her clothes in a corner and started unbuttoning my shirt. I undid my trousers and pushed them, with my underpants to the floor. I hopped around trying to remove my socks and shoes whilst Jenny was pulling my shirt from me. I was naked. My prick standing proud, almost reaching my navel.

"It's amazing it all fits inside really." She mused, looking at it.

There was a shower unit and curtain set over the bath. We stood inside and drew the curtain around us. I set the heat to fairly hot and switched on the water. At first a cold blasts as the pipes emptied and the heater cut in. We both shivered; I put my arm around her, feeling for an ass cheek. The water warmed. Taking a bar of soap I worked up lather on her shoulders and arms.

"Please be careful, Paul."

The front of her body was a mass different colours where the bruising from where the steering wheel had hit her were coming out. I felt a breast as gently as I could. She pulled away.

"I'm sorry Paul. I don't want to ruin it for you but it hurts."

"Don't worry." I said. " I won't touch you there. Turn around."

She did and I began to soap her back, working down to her ass. I slipped a finger down her crack and found her anus. I rubbed gently. Taking a bar of soap I ran it between her ass cheeks with my other hand I reached around her and found her clitoris. She gasped. I rubbed it then reached between her legs for the soap, working it against her fanny lips then her pubic hairs. I probed her anus, my finger entering her. Dropping the soap I found her clitoris again and started rubbing it in earnest. With her breath catching at the back of her throat she came. Holding my wrist and forearm to steady herself.

She turned and kissed me. Bending, she picked up the soap. I saw her wince.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned.

"My bums on fire." She winced again. "It must be the soap."

Reaching behind her I touched it. She pushed my hand away.

"Don't, it's sore."

Jenny started lathering my chest, shoulders and arms. She paused allowing the water to rinse me. More soap and she took my prick in one hand, pulling back my foreskin she washed it's length, then my balls.

"Turn around." She commanded.

I did.

Her hands rubbed across my shoulder blades and down. Reaching my ass she pulled my cheeks apart and let the water run between them. The bar of soap followed then a finger at my anus, pushing, it entered me. I pushed against it, helping it in, reliving sensations I'd almost forgotten. Jenny took her finger out.

"Try to get dry." Jenny said, stepping out of the bath.

My anus started to sting and itch.

"Ow, that hurts."

"Now you know how I felt."

Jenny wrapped a large bath towel around her and opened the bathroom door.

"Hurry up. It's time for bed." She said looking over her shoulder.

Grabbing a towel I quickly followed her into her bedroom drying myself.

My anus had stopped throbbing but still felt hot.

Jenny threw back the bedclothes then turned to face me letting her towel fall to the ground.

With a final rub of my hair I dropped my towel on top of hers. I looked at her. Shoulder length brown hair, rather thin face, pretty but not what you would call beautiful, brown eyes. Small firm breasts nipples erect. Flat stomach and narrow hips. Tight belly button. Dark pubic hair disappearing between her legs. I pulled her close. We kissed, her mouth opening for my tongue to explore. I ran my hands down her back to her ass. Taking a cheek in either hand I squeezed and pulled and pushed them.

Jenny pulled me closer, grinding her pubic mound against my prick.

Pulling away she said. "Lie down."

I did and she knelt between my legs, slowly wanking me then lowering her head I felt the warmth of her mouth encircling my prick. Her head moved in time with her hand, pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards. I could feel myself growing inside her mouth.

"I'm nearly there." I cried out.

Bucking with my hips I exploded into her mouth. Her head jerked backwards as my come hit the back of her throat. I could feel her swallow quickly, keeping my prick in her mouth until I finished.

Releasing my prick she moved up and lay by my side. I placed my hand on her pubic mound searching for her clitoris. Her hand caught my wrist.

"Not there. I am not feeling too good there at the moment. It must be when the steering wheel hit me. I think I'm a little bruised inside."

I must have looked very disappointed.

"Never mind. Do you want to do it the other way?"

"I haven't any Vaseline." I said, sorrowfully.

"There must be something we can use." Jenny said, climbing from the bed. "You try the bathroom while I try the kitchen."

I went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of shampoo as the most likely lubricant.

Jenny stood with a bottle of olive oil in her hand.

"I think mine will work best."

Handing the bottle to me she climbed onto the bend and got onto her hands and knees. I put the shampoo on the bedside table I knelt behind her. My prick started growing as I looked down at her two holes, exposed.

Unscrewing the top of the bottle I poured a little onto my fingertips. I rubbed it onto her anus. I poured some more onto my fingers and anointed her anus again, this time working first one then a second finger inside her.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"That feels wonderful." She replied. "It feels really nice."

My prick was fully erect so I poured some olive oil into the palm of my hand and, stretching across Jenny's backside, placed the bottle and it's top on the bedside table. I rubbed my hands up and down my prick covering it with the oil. It was difficult to keep a firm grip on her cheeks as I tried to spread them for my entry.

"Can you help me please. My hands are too slippery."

Jenny reached behind herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart. I guided my prick against her anus and pushed gently. Jenny gave a moan.

"Oh, that's good."

I pushed harder and watched myself slowly disappearing inside her. She released her ass cheeks and I pulled myself into her with a hand on either hip. I pulled back until I was almost out then lunged forward again. I moved inside her so easily. Back to her entrance, then inside again. I moved faster. With each thrust I felt as if I was sinking further into her. I could hear her moaning. She reached back between her legs with one hand, cupping and squeezing my balls. I could feel them tightening, the end of my prick tingling and I was there. My come was spraying inside her. Three, four, five more thrusts and I had finished. I remained inside until my prick softened then I pulled back, slipping from her. Jenny collapsed forward onto her front. I lay by her side gently squeezing her ass cheeks.

"That felt so good." She gasped her breathing erratic.

I ran my finger between her ass cheeks until I touched her anus. I pushed against it my finger entering her.

"Um. No more Paul, I'm very tired."

I stopped. Reaching to the side of the bed I picked up a towel and dried my prick. Then folding it around my index finger I began to rub between her ass cheeks. Lifting a head with eyes heavy with sleep she asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Just cleaning you up."

"Oh thank you. Be gentle."

I continued to rub gently between her cheeks, on her anus and further down until I reached her fanny.

Snorting, she turned onto her side away from me.

I awoke about an hour later. Jenny was standing by the side of the bed, as white as a sheet. Little rivers of blood ran down her thighs. Her hands were clasped to her abdomen just above her pubic hairs.

"Paul, help me I don't feel well."

I leapt from the bed.

"Here, lie down."

She lay on the bed, bending her knees.

She cried in pain.

I went into the living room and picked up the phone. I pressed the internal button and heard Hudson answer.

"Hallo, it's Paul." I said, cutting through his pre-amble. "Jenny's not well, she's bleeding, will you call an ambulance please?"

I put the phone down and went back to Jenny.

"Hudson will get an ambulance, don't worry."

She looked up at me and tried to smile.

"You had better get dressed." Another spasm shook her body.

"Go on. I'll be alright. It's easier lying down."

I hurried into the bathroom and collected our clothes. Back in the bedroom I quickly dressed.

"What about you?"

"Dressing gown behind door."

I helped her get her arm into it.

I could hear a siren in the distance, getting louder. I heard the door of the flat open and my parents appeared in the doorway. My mother sat on the bed by Jenny.

"What's wrong? She asked. "Hudson says he's called an ambulance."

THE CARIBBEAN CRUISE OF PAUL AND JENNY.

BY PAUL.

Part Four.

Chapter 1.

They operated upon Jenny that night. We waited in the corridor for hours until it was finally announced she was out of danger and was sleeping.

I couldn't take in all they said. An ovary damaged beyond repair had been removed, her fallopian tubes had been damaged, her other ovary was bruised. The possibility of her having children may be reduced. Only time would tell on that. Three weeks in Hospital. Take it very easy for three months. We phoned her parents and they were coming down on the early morning train.

We were not allowed to see her in case we disturbed the other patients and were advised to go and get some sleep.

Fortunately the odd Taxi stayed on the rank all night so inside fifteen minutes we were back in the flat.

Hudson met us at the door, I don't think he'd been to bed. We explained what was happening. He said he'd changed the bed linen and put the olive oil back in the kitchen. Mother and Father looked at me.

"The Doctor asked if we were planning on cooking Jenny. They had to clean a lot of olive oil from her." Father said. I thought I'd done a good job of cleaning her up.

"What on earth were you using olive oil for?" He continued.

Mother smiled and whispered in his ear.

"Hump. Let's go and get some sleep."

I the flat I went to my room and threw myself on the bed fully clothed. Despite the anxiety I felt I was asleep in minutes.

I awoke about four hours later. The sun was streaming between the curtains. I looked at my watch, eight fifteen. I got off the bed and, collecting a change of clothes, walked quietly to the bathroom. Passing the master bedroom door I heard my mother giggle. I heard the bed creak.

"Don't make a noise, you'll wake Paul." I heard my Father say.

"He'll sleep for hours yet. I feel so naughty doing this. It's been such a long time."

"Do you think they were using the olive oil for this. I would find it hard to believe, they're so young."

"I don't see why not. After all you did it to me on our first night in bed, and I was only twenty and a virgin."

"Oh." My father let out a sigh. The creaking of the bed increased.

"Ow. Slow down. Be gentle." My mother sounded in pain.

"Sorry. I'm nearly there. In fact. Ah. I am." My father let out a long sigh.

"Better put the olive oil back in case he notices."

I quickly slipped into the bathroom and flushed the toilet. I could hear my parents moving, making noise in their haste to be quiet.

Chapter 2.

After breakfast father and I went to the Railway station to collect Jenny's parents. We took a cab and I sat as 'hostage' in it whilst he met the train and escorted them out of the station.

We spent most of that day in the hospital. Jenny was awake but very weak and upset. The Doctor had explained what had happened. Jenny was distraught to think she might never have children. I did manage to get a smile from her when I told her I was prepared to do it twice as often when the time came to try for a baby.

The following day I went to Buckingham Palace with my Parents for my presentation. An aide whispered in his Royal Highness's ear as I was presented and he asked many questions about the farmhouse, the panther and the hospital. He remarked that he expected to see Jenny. I explained. My turn was over and I walked back to my place with my certificate and lapel badge.

After tea and cakes in a large Marquee on the lawn, during which I became the center of attention for many who wanted to hear of my escapades.

We returned to the flat to change then I was off to the Hospital in a taxi with Hudson. My Parents were having Dinner with business acquaintances. This time it was Hudson who was to sit in the Taxi. I arrived at the Hospital just after the evening meal had finished. Jenny was propped up in bed and her mother had helped her to eat. Jenny's parents left. I sat down.

"Well?" Jenny asked.

I showed her my lapel badge.

Small, oval in shape, edged with gold.

"It's very pretty."

I thought it was quite manly.

"Do you think we should cancel the cruise?" I asked.

"Not on your life." She became quite animated. "I'll make it. Nothing will stop me going."

"We leave three weeks on Friday." I pointed out. "We have Christmas in between."

"I don't want to spend Christmas in here." She looked as if she would cry.

"I'm sure we can sort something out." I squeezed her hand.

"I talked to one of the nurses." She looked serious. "It will be three months at least before I can let you do anything to me down there." She looked down the bed."

"Though she did mention olive oil. Does everybody know about it?"

"My parents know."

"Oh Paul. How can I ever look them in the face again?"

"I think they will have difficulty looking us in the face." I told her about the previous morning. She smiled.

We held hands for what seemed an age. Neither talking. I heard a snort. Jenny had fallen asleep.

One of the nurses beckoned to me.

"Let her sleep now." She said. "We'll settle her down and make her comfortable. You go home now."

I left the hospital. For once there wasn't a taxi in the rank so I started to walk. There was a fine drizzle falling and I pulled up the hood of my Parker. The flat was about two miles away. I started at a brisk pace but after fifteen minutes my left ankle started to ache so I looked for somewhere to rest. I was walking past a row of small shops, all closed. Crossed a junction and came to a brightly lit shop on the corner. With a window in both streets and a door between.

The signs in the windows advertised Tarot cards and remedies for sale and fortunes told at a reasonable price.

I stood and starred.

The door opened and a short Negress stood looking at me.

"Tell your fortune, Sir, come this way." She caught my arm and pulled me gently. "Let me tell you what your future holds."

I found myself entering the shop and following her behind a curtain.

"Sit down, Sir." She motioned to a chair.

She uncovered a glass bowl and without any apparent movement on her part the lights dimmed. The bowl contained some clear water. Into this she sprinkled some pungent smelling herbs and gave me some to do the same.

"Gaze into the water. Let your thoughts flow." She spoke softly. "You have been very troubled. Somebody you love is unwell."

Her soft voice and the smell of the herbs combined made me feel so relaxed. I found myself talking about Jenny. How we had met. The Farmhouse, the Hospital. Then suddenly I was filling in the gaps. Being fucked by two of my friends. Having oral sex with Jenny's friend. Using the olive oil to fuck Jenny's ass hole. Had I caused her to loose an ovary? Then on to the cruise. Back to the raping of Carole and Jo. I stopped.

"Calm, be calm." Her voice soft and low. "So much pain in the past, so much to come in the future."

She removed a small necklace from around her neck. From it dangled a small silver mount and, what looked like a piece of amber containing a small insect." She held it over the bowl. It slowly revolved. Her fingers did not appear to move. Then I was lost in concentration. Fascinated by the slowly spinning stone.

"Your love will get better. She will be surrounded by children. You will father three. Her love for you will grow until you feel you must leave, but do not. She is the one for you, although at times you will doubt it. You both must grow together. Beware Haiti. I see violence and terror."

"I won't go."

"No. You must go. You go with knowledge and protection."

"What is going to happen?"

"There are many paths you may choose and each may have a different ending it is all dependent on you."

"But I don't know what's going to happen. What is this knowledge and protection?"

The door to the shop opened and I suddenly felt awake.

She put down the piece of amber and walked through the curtain into the main shop. I picked it up and looked at it.

"We've come for our money."

"I have told you I have none to give."

"Everybody gives or they don't have a business."

I heard glass breaking. I heard her cry.

I stepped through the curtain. Three white men stood facing me. One was holding her arm behind her back.

"What have we here? A Nigger lover." The nearest spoke.

"Leave her alone." A voice. Mine.

"Take the money and leave." She said.

"No. They'll leave with nothing." Was this me talking?

Two of them came for me without a word. I struck out with my right fist and the first fell without a sound. The second stopped.

"Let's get out of here." He said. The third released her and they picked their friend.

"Do not come back."

They were gone.

She stood in front of me and reached up to touch my cheek. As I looked down on her the years seemed to fade away. She suddenly looked younger, straighter.

"Go now."

"I must pay you." I reached for my wallet.

"You owe me nothing. Go."

I left. I had nearly reached the flat before I realised I still held the small piece of amber on a silver chain in the palm of my left hand.