The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 13

She groaned softly.

I lifted one of her cheeks and pushed the tip of my prick against her anus. I felt it clench tightly closed. I hadn't put it up there in months. We hadn't even brought any Vaseline with us.

Oh well.

I slid slightly further down the bed and let my prick move to the soft hairs between her two holes. I pushed slowly and gently in and against it.

"Hmm."

She turned her head to face me.

"Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night?" She complained sleepily.

"Got to out ready for golf in less than an hour." I explained pushing the tip of my prick against the opening of her fanny. I felt it give, slightly.

"I don't." She said opening her legs a little.

"Don't you want to caddy for me? Or drive the little trolley?"

I promised Carole I'd stay with her and Louise."

She grunted as I entered her then let out a long sigh as I started moving in and out.

She pulled my hand around onto her breast and held it there.

I felt her fanny tighten around my prick and my balls start to lift. Three more thrusts and I was there.

It was my turn to gasp as I jerked and sprayed inside her.

I pulled out and lay on my back. She turned onto her side towards me and placed her head on my shoulder. I ran a fingertip down her back and between her ass cheeks.

"Can I do anything for you?" I asked, stretching.

"Leave me some money."

"Is that all?"

"Leave me a lot of money."

"I didn't mean that."

"What?"

"Do you want me to do anything to you?"

"You just did. Don't you remember."

"Yes. But."

"It was very nice. Thank you very much but it's all I want at the moment."

She turned over away from me.

"Now let me go back to sleep and go away and play your silly game."

I looked down at her ass. She pulled the sheet up.

"No. Go away."

I climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Chapter 6.

I met Howie in the restaurant at half past seven and joined him in a bowl of cereals and two cups of coffee.

Harve, Howie's father and Andy, hiss boss joined us in the second cup before the mini bus pulled up outside and one of the receptionists, a beautiful black girl called Ruby, came and whispered into Howie's ear.

Did I imagine it or did her tongue just touch the little hairs inside?

Why did I see sex in everything? I'd just fucked the girl I loved so my balls were empty. I was on a paradise Island just off for a round of golf. A pretty girl whispers in Howie's ear and I immediately think he must be having an affair. But she did lick the inside of his ear. Perhaps it's a local custom. I had better ask Jenny. On second thoughts perhaps not. Better to ask Howie when I could have a quiet word with him. I didn't want to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and we men had to stick together.

"Well gents." Howie said standing up. "Our transport awaits."

We followed him out.

"Shall we draw for who gets Paul."

He said as the mini bus pulled away.

"What's your handicap?" Andy asked.

"Golf." I replied, looking out of the window.

"What?"

"A joke. Hey?" Harve said.

"Eighteen."

Well I would have been had I kept it up.

"Well I'm ten, Andy's eight and Howie's six." Harve continued.

It wasn't difficult to see what Howie spent his time doing.

"Let's say Howie plays with Paul." Andy suggested.

I saw now why Howie wanted to draw lots for me.

"Yeah. That's fine." Harve said.

"What are we playing, match play?" I suggested.

"But that would give you a shot on every hole." Andy spoke.

"Well you would get a shot on the eight longest hole and Harve the ten longest."

"And I the six." Howie was thinking. "Okay everyone. Shall we make it interesting? Say five bucks a hole."

Harve looked at his son.

"I was thinking twenty-five." He said. "Each."

"Uh." A sound left the back of my throat.

"Don't worry partner." Howie slapped me on the back. "I have a plan."

The mini bus pulled through the gates of a country club and pulled up in front

of the main entrance.

We climbed out. The back doors of the bus were opened and four youths around fourteen years of age ran up.

Three sets of clubs were lifted out

Everybody looked at me.

"Well I didn't bring any with me." I explained.

"Get him a set." Harve said to the man in a white shirt and dicky-bow tie standing in the entrance.

"Yes Sir." He replied and disappeared inside.

"The locker room is this way." Harve said leading the way to a doorway into an annex on one side of the building.

I stood around whilst everybody opened their golf bags and took out spiked shoes.

"Did you bring nothing?" Howie whispered.

"I didn't know I was going to play golf." I complained.

"Look Howie." I continued in a low voice. " I am not sure this is a good idea. I haven't hit a ball in nine months."

"Okay. So you will be a bit rusty."

"And eight months before that."

"But you said you were eighteen."

"I would have been at least that if I'd kept it up."

I smiled at him.

"What was your plan?" I asked.

"You make par on the short holes and I'll hold our own on the long."

"Good plan."

"Come on." Howie looked worried. "You're a better player than that. You must be. There are some shoes on the rack over there. Try 'em on for size."

"Do you want to up the ante, Howie?" Andy asked.

"No." Howie replied. "It's straight match play, with handicaps."

He seemed a little short. I think I might have spoiled his day.

Chapter 7. (Jenny).

I did enjoy these early morning fucks.

Unhurried. Still half-asleep. Not being expected to do anything but lie there and enjoy it.

I watched as Paul pottered about. Mostly naked, still with a semi-hard prick.

He went into the bathroom and I turned onto my back. I ran one finger along the length of my fanny. Opening my lips and pulling them to one side.

I made a deep noise in the back of my throat. Was that nature's way of attracting a mate?

I found my clit and pulled it from its protective cover. I rubbed to one side of it.

Another noise left my lips.

The shower was turned off and Paul came back into the room.

Should I throw back the sheet and let him have me again.

No. It was so nice here. The finger against my clit was hardly moving as he dressed. He looked down at me. I was sure he still had a hard on.

Should I let him take me again?

It was too late. He was gone.

My finger moved faster without any command from me.

I bent my knees and closed my eyes.

I couldn't quite catch my breath. Should I stop? No. I was there.

That was nice.

I turned onto my side and pulled the sheet tight around me. My whole body tingled with a warm glow. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply the perfume from the flowers on the shrubs outside my window. I hoped this was a quiet holiday.

Chapter 8. (Paul)

I was handed a set of clubs by one of the boys who were acting as caddies for us on the first tee.

A driver and three-wood, odd numbered irons, a sand wedge and a putter.

I took the driver and had a few practice swings. Only hitting the ground once, which for me wasn't bad.

My father had insisted I take lessons from the club professional at home from age eleven, more deals on done on the golf course than in board rooms, he kept telling me. I probably could have become quite good at the game in time but having had a forearm crushed by a panther and twice been shot in my left shoulder I had long periods when I hadn't felt like, or been able, to pick up a golf club. That, and my University studies, had meant golf had been a long way down my list of priorities for a considerable time.

I was called to the first tee. Three hundred and twenty yards long, par four.

Harve played first, then Howie then Andy. They were all on the fairway. Howie's furthest away.

I placed a ball on a tee and addressed it. Watch the ball and keep your head still. I remembered the professionals words. The golf course will be in the same place when you look up. Watch the ball and keep your head still.

I did.

Well almost.

The club head finished way above my left shoulder in the classic position.

I'd kept my head fairly still. Not lifting it until I'd finished the stroke.

Why then was my ball heading off to the right, into the trees that lined the sides of the fairway.

"Good swing." Harve said as he led the way down the course.

"Yeah." Howie muttered.

I located my ball in the trees and hacked it back onto the fairway with my sand wedge.

The others were waiting for me to take my third so I took a three iron and sent my ball over the back of the green.

I watched as the others made the green with their second shots then went off again to look for my ball. A shout from the next fairway pointed the way and I used a seven iron to send the ball high into the air hopefully for a dead landing on the green.

I walked back to the green and looked around. I could only see three balls.

Howie pointed to a bunker. My caddy stood at its mouth and offered me the sand wedge.

I was sweating like a pig by the time I finally hit the green and double putted out.

Seven, net six. It could have been worse.

Howie pared the hole. The others were both one over but Harve claimed a shot.

Hole tied.

This could be a long morning.

Chapter 8. (Jenny).

I had just dressed after taking a shower when there was a tap on the door.

I was still rubbing my hair with a towel as I opened it.

Carole and Louise stood in the doorway.

I invited them in. A waiter from the restaurant followed carrying a tray with coffee cups, saucers, milk, sugar and spoons.

He placed it on the coffee table and left.

Louise stayed close by Carole's side, a wild look in her eye.

They sat together on the sofa.

I took an armchair.

"Hallo Louise." I started as normally as I could. "I don't suppose you remember me."

Wonderful. The first thing I was going to do was remind her of our meeting on the day she was raped and had her hair set on fire.

"Never mind." I continued. "Are you looking forward to the wedding?"

She looked at me. Then looked away.

I was talking to her as if she were a child. But how else if she wouldn't respond?

She continued to stare away from me. Drinking her coffee automatically and gradually we excluded her from our conversation. Neither of us meant to. It just seemed to happen.

Carole and I talked of our school days. Wondered what was happening to Jo. The plans that had been made for the weekend.

She wanted me to be maid of honour with Louise. Louise didn't react.

I studied her closely when Carole was in the toilet.

Her hair had grown back but seemed to hang lifeless over the right-hand side of her face where it had been carefully sculptured to hide the marks on her cheek and ear. I thought of the state of Paul's hands in Hospital after he had used them to beat the flames. Fortunately the damage had been confined to the epidermis and he had made a full recovery with only a few small white patches to show.

Louise was still a beautiful girl. Clothes fitted her. Even in a simple blouse and pair of white jeans with the trousers rolled up to mid calf and open toed sandals she had style.

Her blouse had a button too many undone at the top. You could see the swelling of her breasts. The soft white skin as she leant forward for her coffee. The swan like elegance of her neck as she tilted her head to drink.

Stop it. I had to force myself to look away but even then I imagined what she would look like naked.

No. I'd tried that with Linda the previous year and I wasn't going to start again with another woman. I was a man's woman. Paul's woman.

The toilet flushed and Carole returned.

"How are you?" I asked as she sat down. "How did you?"

She looked at me.

"You know I came back with Howie after he was shot."

I nodded.

"It was a long time before he was able to perform. If you understand?"

Again I nodded.

"Well I'd stopped taking the pill as it was making me feel bloated and one night. Shortly before Christmas there was a break in at the House in New England and I thought Louise and I were going to be raped. We were made to stand naked in front of them and do things. Louise didn't understand so I had to do things to her. Then Howie got free in another part of the house and rescued us."

"You didn't tell me, or Shirley."

"Didn't want to worry anybody and we were both alright."

She looked at Louise. Louise turned her head towards her.

"Later that night, after the police had left, Howie took me and took me." She smiled at the memory. "I don't think I wore a pair of knickers for a month and of course, being fertile Myrtle, I found out I was pregnant just as we were leaving to come out here."

She looked serious for a second.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She suddenly looked close to tears so I moved to the sofa next to her. I placed my arm around her shoulders and held her as she buried her head in my boobs and cried.

Her shoulders shook as she told me of how difficult the pregnancy had been. How almost from the beginning she had had to cut off Howie's access to her body. She had tried other ways to please him but it hadn't worked. She'd be too tired or not feel well. Then she had started to resent his demands and had moved into a separate room, which she shared with Louise's. How she was certain Howie was having an affair with one of the receptionists. How she did so want to marry him and how it was all her fault.

I wished Paul were here.

Chapter 9. (Paul).

We were eight holes down. Two hundred dollars. Each.

This was going to make a sizeable hole in our spending money. How best to explain it to Jenny?

"Do you want double or quits?" Harve said addressing the tee.

"Sure thing." Howie replied.

I felt my anus twitch.

"I can't afford that." I hissed at Howie.

"Don't worry." He took the driver offered by his caddy. "We'll win."

"I bloody well hope you do." How was I going to explain away loosing all our spending money on the first morning?

I watched as Harve's ball landed fair and square in the middle of the fairway about two thirds of the way to the hole. Howie placed his ball on a tee. He swung back, then threw the ball. Perfect. He'd hit the middle of the fairway all morning. Why was it going off to the left? Into the trees. Out of sight.

He looked at me. I looked for a hole to bury myself in.

"Hi."

I heard a voice calling and looked towards the path that led from the third fairway. Jenny, Carole and it must be Louise we're walking towards us.

"Thought I'd come and watch you win." Jenny said putting her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"We're not doing too well." I said.

"What's the score?"

"We would have drawn if we had one this."

"Then why don't you win it?"

"Because Howie's hit his ball into the trees."

"Shush." Howie hissed.

Andy was addressing his ball.

"Why are we being quiet?" Jenny whispered in my ear as Andy swung.

His ball followed Howie's into the trees.

"I accept cheques." Harve said as I placed a ball on the tee.

"What for?" Jenny asked.

"We had a little bet." I said addressing the ball.

"Oh yes." She said, waiting for more information.

"If he looses this hole he will owe us four hundred dollars."

"What." She was angry. "Paul Wagstaffe, how could you."

"It wasn't my idea." I protested. "Now be quiet and let me concentrate."

"But I want to know......" She started

"Shush." I hissed.

I didn't have to look at her to tell she wasn't happy.

I lifted the head of my club past my right shoulder and unleashed my most powerful drive to date.

My ball seemed drawn as if by a magnet into the trees, following the path of Howie's and Andy's. Even from a hundred and fifty yards I was sure I heard it hit a branch or trunk for it reappeared at right angles and landed on the edge of the fair way.

I handed my club to my caddy and smiled at Jenny.

She walked up to me.

"You loose all our money and I'll have your balls." She said, encouragingly.

"I'm trying." I said, taking her hand and following the others down the fair way.

"Why is Harve so much closer then you?" She asked.

"I don't think you two need re-tee." Harve said to Andy and Howie. "Paul and I will finish the game."

I could see why he was successful in business.

Don't give the opposition a break. Or something like that.

I was only half way to the green. Another one hundred and fifty yards to go. Long and low or high and flighted. There was a path through the bunkers in front of me. If I hit it low and hard the ball should bounce onto the green. The club professional had told me to always have the end result in mind when I addressed the ball, then if the swing was smooth and the head still that was where the

It hadn't worked yet today but I had to try something. Harve was only a decent chip and a put away.

I took the one iron then changed it for the three.

"Where are you going to hit it?" Jenny asked.

Do you see the gap between those two holes full of sand well I'm going to hit the ball so that it bounces between them and stops by the hole."

"That looks easy enough." She said.

"Paul." Harve called. "If you win this hole with a shot like that I'll give you the four hundred."

I addressed the ball.

"Good luck." Jenny said.

I stopped my lift of the club.

I gave her a smile, finished lifting the club and swung.

"Oh." She said. "Look at it go."

I did and it did. It bounced, bounced again found the gap between the bunkers and disappeared from view. The flag fluttered for a second.

I walked to behind where Harve was getting ready to play his shot.

"Think you went through the green." Harve said taking a lofted iron from his bag. "Hard luck."

He swung his club and the ball rose high into the air then seemed to drop almost vertically. It appeared to drop straight on top of the flag.

We followed the others onto the green. I couldn't see either ball. I walked to the far side and down the slope that ran off towards the path that led to the country club.

I couldn't see my ball.

"Where is it?" Jenny asked.

"I don't know. I can't see it." I replied.

"Paul, Jenny. Come here." Howie called.

He was holding a ball.

"This is your ball, isn't it?" He asked, handing it to me.

"Where did you find it?" I asked.

"The last place we would normally think to look."

I must have looked puzzled.

"In the hole." He continued.

"Dads went straight in and when we took it out there was yours below it."

"Oh." Jenny said. "You drew."

"No." Howie said smiling broadly. "He won."

"How?"

"It's all about handicaps." Howie started explaining. "Paul has a higher handicap than Dad so he can have a shot knocked off his score."

"Does that mean he got a hole in one."

"No."

"But if you take one from two you get one."

I put my arm around her waist.

"Never mind." I kissed her. "Just be happy I won."

"I am." She kissed me back. "Think of the extra money we will have to spend."

"Oh I couldn't take it."

"You can and you will, young man." Harve said holding out his hand. "You won and I always pay my dues. Now I'll

get the drinks in back at the hotel."

We went back to the hotel. Jenny felt my wallet through the back pocket of my trousers.

"Feels big." She whispered in my ear. My prick leapt.

In the locker room I refused at first to take the money then, when that had failed, I tried to share it with Howie, but he wouldn't have any of it.

Louise couldn't take her eyes off me. She turned her head to me everytime I spoke. Stood close to me. It seemed to upset her when I placed my arm around Jenny's waist so I removed it.

We went into lunch together. Cold meats, cheeses, salads and fruit. Jugs of fresh fruit juice that had never seen a can.