The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 06

"Pick up the broom and the Vaseline."

"You are a bad man." Michael looked up from where he was tending Linda. "And you will come to a bad end, soon."

Tommy kicked him in the side.

"If you're a Doctor, fix that."

Michael collapsed, coughing.

"Kneel down." Tommy said to Jenny as they reached the mouth of the stall. With a hand on her shoulder he forced her to the ground.

"Grease that handle." He commanded.

"What are you going to do." Jenny was crying.

"No." I made to go to her.

Terry barred my way with his shotgun across my chest.

"Sit down."

Jenny looked at me then rubbed the end of the broom handle with Vaseline.

"Now get on you're knees and push it up your ass." Tommy pushed her with his boot.

Jenny knelt with her ass high in the air and placed the tip of the broom against her anus. I saw her stiffen as she pulled it towards her. Away from her then back again. She cried softly as it penetrated her. Out again then more disappearing inside her. She threw back her head.

"I can't take anymore, Tommy." She cried. I felt as if somebody was wringing my heart in their hands.

I didn't care what happened next. I grabbed Terry's shotgun by the barrels. Tripped him, as I'd been taught in the few Judo lessons I'd attended when it had been the latest craze, and landed with my knee in his stomach. He let go of the shotgun and I stood up, pointing it at Tommy. Terry rolled onto his side moaning.

"Drop it Paul or I'll shoot her." Tommy pointed his shotgun at Jenny.

"I don't think you will, Tommy." Michael was standing by my side. He spoke in a quiet, musical sort of voice you couldn't help but listen to. "It takes a lot to kill somebody in cold blood. You don't want to. You just wanted some revenge for what was done to you and it's gotten out of hand. You do not want to hurt anybody. You want to give me the shotgun."

As he spoke Michael edged slowly forward, his hand outstretched.

Tommy wavered. He lowered the shotgun to his side. Michael was no more than a few feet away when the barn doors were thrown open and my Father stood in the doorway holding an old fashioned Webley service revolver. I recognised it as being my Grandfathers. I could see him and Roddrego outside.

"Drop that gun, Tommy." He commanded.

Tommy seemed to wake up and spun around, lifting the shotgun. Michael leapt at Tommy knocking Jenny, who still had the broom handle sticking out of her ass, onto her side. Terry grabbed my foot as I ran towards her and I fell, the shotgun going off as I hit the ground. Fortunately most of my shot went into a bail of straw they had used to sit upon earlier. Another shot. My Father lay on the ground. Tommy had shaken off Michael and was running from the barn.

Jenny pulled the broom handle from her ass and slowly got to her feet.

Terry was climbing to his feet. I hit him with the shotgun's butt. He lay down.

I hugged Jenny.

"Look after Linda." I said and kissed her.

I went to where Grandfather, Roddrego and Michael were kneeling by my Father.

I could hear Police sirens in the distance, getting louder.

My Father was sitting up, Michael was helping him off with his coat. There seemed to be a lot of blood.

"David."

My Mother was standing in the doorway. She ran to him.

"I'll be all right." My Father said between oohs and ouches as Michael examined his arm.

"The main spread missed you. Some of these will take a bit of getting out."

Michael turned to my Mother.

"He'll be alright."

I went outside. It was still snowing. I could see Tommy in the distance. I followed.

So much anger inside of me. He'd raped me. Started to bugger Jenny. Made her use that broom handle on herself. He was probably the cause of my Grandmother's death and he'd shot my Father.

Tommy had reached the path leading up to the clearing. I was loosing ground.

I reached the slope and slowed. The snow had stopped, the clouds were breaking up. I could feel the temperature dropping. Despite my exertions I began to feel cold. Id put my topcoat around Jenny earlier so I was only wearing my slacks and a jumper.

I reached the top of the slope and turned around. I saw flashing blue lights at the entrance to the barn where a number of people were milling around. One pointed at me, it looked like Jenny. Two policemen, Jenny and what looked like my Grandfather and Roddrego started to walk in my direction. I'd just about convinced myself to wait for them to arrive when I heard a shout.

"Help me."

It sounded like Tommy.

I could see him standing on a branch high in the old oak. He'd tied a rope to the branch above and had a loop around his neck.

I stood at the base of the tree.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Help me, Paul. I'm sorry. I don't want to die."

I heard a branch creak. He must have been going to hang himself and then changed his mind.

I turned away. Fuck him.

"Please Paul."

I stopped. Thoughts of when we had been children came to me. We had been friends.

I began to climb the tree. My hands and feet seemed to know where to go without guidance. Tommy had one hand on the branch above where he stood. His other hand was clawing at the rope around his neck.

"I can't undo the knot."

"Stand still." I said. "You'll have the branch down."

I climbed to the branch above and slid out along it. There was no knot at this end. Tommy had thrown the rope over the branch and knotted the ends in the loop around his neck. My weight caused my branch to dip and with the release of tension I saw Tommy slip his head out of the noose. He moved along the branch. Crack. Crack. Splinter. Crash.

The branch he was standing on broke from the tree. I grabbed Tommy's hand and held him swinging beneath me.

"Don't drop me."

I looked down past Tommy, into my Grandfather's eyes. I looked into Tommy's face then back at my Grandfather. I released my hold and Tommy fell.

My branch shot up, released from his weight, then down. Crack. Crack. The branch broke.

I fell. I saw Tommy look up at me then my branch then me landed on top of him.

He gave a single scream, in pain or terror I didn't know. My head hit the branch. The last I remembered was looking down into Tommy's wide open, staring eyes.

Part 4.

I opened my eyes. Sammy, the young nurse in the small private Hospital where I had recuperated after my adventure with the panther looked down at me.

Where was I? It was coming back.

Tommy was dead. It was hard to say whether it was the first fall or my landing on top of him which had killed him. I didn't suppose it mattered much to him either way.

I'd dislocated my right shoulder slightly and had a bruise the size of a duck's egg on my forehead. Apart from not having an inch of my body that didn't ache I survived the fall very well.

A night in the General Hospital and I'd been moved into the private hospital. My Father and Linda had both stayed in the General Hospital for an extra night and were allowed out. Linda's parents had come down and were staying with her at my parent's house until she recovered physically.

I was to be kept under observation in the private hospital for a few days. Sammy placed her hand upon my forehead. It felt so cool.

"And how are you today?"

She pulled back my blankets and looked down at my hard on. Why did I always wake up with a hard on?

She undid my pyjama bottoms, picked it up and stroked it.

"Please don't." I protested, but it felt so good.

"Shush." She continued to stroke me. "Don't excite yourself."

I reached across and felt her breasts through her uniform. She increased her pace. I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs. I struggled to get my hand inside the elastic of her tights and knickers but finally managed to find her fanny. It was her turn to catch her breath as I found her clitoris and started rubbing as fast as the cramped conditions inside her knickers would allow. She straightened upright then fell forward with her head on my chest her breaths rasping at the back of her throat. I came. I tried to push her mouth to my prick but I was too slow. She lifted her head and we both watched as my come arched through the air to land in and around my navel. There were footsteps in the hall outside. The door opened. I removed my hand from Sammy's knickers as she stood up and calmly smoothed the bedclothes over me.

"Good morning." Jenny said brightly as she and Linda walked into the room.

"You're looking a little flushed this morning."

"The Doctor says it's to be expected." Sammy said walking towards the door.

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes with his breakfast." Pulling at her dress as she walked through the door she was gone.

Jenny placed her hand on the good side of my forehead.

"You do feel a little warm." She said. "Too many blankets."

Before I could stop her she pulled down my blankets.

"You mucky pup." She said as she and Linda looked down on my shrivelling prick and my come covered belly.

"You're right handed." Linda said. It was the first time I'd seen her with anything like a smile on her face in the last four days. "You haven't been getting any help, have you?"

"Of course not." I tried to sound indignant.

Jenny went to the sink and returned with some damp paper towels.

"Sorry about this Linda." Jenny said sitting on the edge of the bed. "I seem to spend half my life cleaning him up."

"Don't worry about it." She said sitting on the other side of me. "I'll give you a hand."

She picked my prick up and held it away from my body.

Jenny looked from her to me, seemed about to say something, then started to clean away my come.

Linda casually pulled back my foreskin then helped it to slide forward. A little bubble of come appeared at the end of my prick.

Both she and Jenny looked at it.

"Not come long, have you." Linda pulled back my foreskin again then released it.

Jenny looked at me.

"Just before Sammy came in." I had to lie.

"Are you sure?" Jenny watched me closely.

"Yes." I must be getting better at it as she seemed to believe me.

Linda pulled my foreskin back again. I could feel my prick growing.

"Sorry Jenny." She said, her hand still holding my prick. "He seems to be getting better."

Jenny looked to where the top part of my prick was sticking out from Linda's closed fingers.

"I told you he could grow quite large. My turn." Jenny said replacing Linda's hand with her own.

Linda obviously hadn't told Jenny that she knew exactly how big I grew.

"Carryon." She said walking towards the door. "I'll keep watch."

She pulled back the curtain that covered the observation window in the door a little and looked out into the corridor.

Jenny began stroking me in earnest.

"Can't hang about today." She said. Increasing the speed of her strokes.

"They'll be back soon."

She was breathing heavily but pushed my hand away when I tried to touch her with a 'not now, no time'.

I came. Jenny continued stroking me slowly until she was happy I'd finished then looked at me.

"We had to phone the Dean of the University at seven this morning to tell him we would be late back because of the inquest next Thursday. He said that there were places on the B.Sc. course in Economics and that if you had been studying for professional examinations the syllabus overlap for the first two terms so that if you came up next week you would be able to slot in with hardly any catching up to do, in fact you could be ahead in some areas."

"Me?" I said. "Go to University. What would my parents say."

"They think it's a wonderful idea." Jenny kissed me. "They say it will keep you out of trouble. Please say yes."

Why not?

"I'd love to."

"Good." Jenny stood up. "The forms arrive tomorrow."

I could hear the rattle of the trolley in the corridor outside.

She bent down and kissed me.

Linda came and kissed me as well.

"You two can have the big bedroom in our flat. This could be fun."

They both walked towards the door.

"What about this?" I said, indicating my come covered belly.

"I think I'll leave that for Sammy." Jenny said smiling at me.