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The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 18g


Rubies are Red. Part 7.

A Paul and Jenny story.

(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).

All characters are fictitious.


I sat down next to Mary in the third row of the pews as the introduction to the call to service Hymn started on the organ. Ron Watkins would be taking the service today. His wife was in the pew across from us with their two children. I smiled at her. She stared at me for a few seconds then rose to her feet as the procession entered the main doors of the church. We all followed suit. Then we all started to sing.

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. There must be about eighty in the congregation. The Verger led the small procession up the Aisle carrying the large cross followed by the choirboys and finally Ron. He looked very serious.

His eyes caught mine and for a few seconds held them. He smiled briefly then looked down into his Hymnbook. I would have thought members of the clergy would have known the words of every hymn off by heart.

He was level with me, then past. I watched his back as he walked between the sets of choir stalls and stopped before the two steps leading up to the alter. He bowed his head then turned to face us as we sang the last words of the hymn.

"Welcome to you all." He said. "Let us pray."

He had a lovely voice. We hadn't been to the village for three months or so since just after Paul's dog Millie had died. We had watched him play cricket. Paul hadn't really wanted to play so we had turned up at the last minute when the team had changed and were already out on the pitch. Ron had played very well. He could move very well for a larger than average man.

I looked past him at the large stained-glass window behind him and murmured my responses to his prompts. Facing to the east to catch the morning sunlight, in summer it could be a blaze of colour but today's grey weather was more subdued.

Mr Morrison, one of the churchwardens read the first lesson from the Bible on the eagle shaped lectern. His voice was too harsh.

We all rose to sing the second hymn then listened while the choir sang a third. Another reading from the Bible, this time by the Lord of the Manor and Ron lead us in prayers and read out some Parish notices. Then the address and the final hymn, which was an offertory and we all sat down as Ron raised his hand in blessing.

I caught Ron's eyes again as the procession filed out. He smiled at me. I caught the scowl on his wife's face behind him as he passed her.

"Do you mind waiting for a few minutes, Jenny?" Mary asked as we stepped out into the aisle to leave. "I have to see Steve's mother."

I followed the crowd out through the main doors where we were greeted and thanked for coming by Ron.

I hovered while Mary talked.

The last of the congregation had left and suddenly it was just Ron and I.

"Hello." He said again.

"Hello." I replied.

"Where's Paul?" He asked.

"On his way to South America." A strange answer but true. "It's a long story. I came down to help Mary with David. He's broken his ankle."

"I didn't know that. Perhaps I should drop in and see him."

"I'm sure he would like that."

I knew I would.

"How long will you be staying?"

"I'm going back to Bristol straight after lunch."

"Hello Mr Watkins." Mary said, joining us. "Jenny would you mind terribly staying on for a few hours this afternoon? We are having a meeting about the church nativity play. There is a little bit of a problem."

"Can I help?" Ron offered.

"No. Thank you." Mary suddenly smiled.

She had a nice smile. I bet she had been smiling as she rode David's prick earlier.

"There is just a problem with some of the costumes and a couple of hours this afternoon should sort it before the rehearsals later." She continued. "So if you wouldn't mind staying with David until I get back. I should be back by four."

"No." I said. "I don't mind staying."

"I might see you later then." Ron said as we started to leave.

"Of course." I replied. "David will like that."

"What did he mean by that?" Mary asked as we climbed into the car.

"Oh." I replied, worming my backside into the seat. "I told him about David and he said he might visit."

"That was nice of him." She replied, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as we pulled away.

"Yes. I thought so."



Heather's fingers worked my foreskin back and forth under the stream of water in the shower. I looked down and watched as the soapsuds ran down my stomach and through my pubic hairs. I could feel myself becoming hard again. I could tell that she could to. She was moving closer. Pushing her own pubic mound against the outside of my thigh.

Yes, it was definitely getting harder.

I felt for her ass cheeks and pushed my fingertip between them until it touched her anus. She grimaced.

"Sore?" I asked.

"A little."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

She leaned her head against my shoulder and continued.

"It was what I wanted and anyway, I enjoyed it."

She quickened her movements with her hand. I felt one of her breasts with my other hand.

"That's nice." She murmured, resting her head against my shoulder. "Let's go back to bed."

"We should be getting ready to go to the airport soon," I reminded her, "and I do have some phone calls to make."

"We have ten minutes."

"Well, I suppose so."

She reached behind me and switched off the shower still stroking my prick with her other hand. If we didn't go somewhere soon it would be too late.

"Alright." I said, breathing heavily. "Let's go."

She released my prick and stepped from the shower. I followed, watching her ass cheeks lift and fall as she walked. We both took towels and rubbed our bodies to dry them as we walked through the lounge and into the bedroom. I could see there were still drops of water on her back so rubbed at them with my towel as she stopped by the foot of the bed.

She gasped out loud and turned to face me. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils seemed to flare open. She dropped her towel and stepped in tight against me, pulling my head down to her own. My prick stood up stiff between our bodies and she ground her pubic mound hard against it. I reached behind her and squeezed her ass cheeks as out tongues fenced. She was breathing like she had just run a mile.

She pulled her lips from mine and turned and climbed onto the bed giving me the briefest look at he anus as she did so. I followed her, moving into position between her thighs as she settled back, her head resting against the pillows. Her hands were between our bodies, one to hold her fanny open and the other to guide me in. She gasped once as I pushed against her initial resistance then sighed as I sank inside her. Her thighs gripped my hips and her fingernails pressed against the skin of my back as I began to thrust in and out of her. Her face had a faraway look as she closed her eyes, a smile on her lips.

I felt her tighten around me and moan, then she relaxed before tightening again. She was getting very wet. I slipped out of her. Her fingers reached between us to guide me back in. I powered on. In and out. Her breathing settled then changed again. Once more she tightened about my prick. I quickened. Faster still. She moan out loud as I moved in short, sharp strokes. I could feel the pressure building. The end of my prick becoming the centre of all my feelings.

I was there.

I pushed it inside her as far as I could as I shot time after time. Then I worked it in and out to gain all the pleasure I could. She opened her eyes when I stopped moving.

"Are you alright?" I asked.


There was a look in her eyes I'd only seen in Jenny's before.

"That was wonderful." She continued, squeezing my prick with her fanny.

I smiled down at her. It had been rather good.

I slowly pulled out of her. Her fanny seemed reluctant to let me leave.

"In some ways it is a pity we have to go anywhere." She said, her eyes on my prick as I stood up and used my towel to wipe it dry. "We could stay here and do this all day long."

"I couldn't and I can't."

We would need to have a serious chat.

"I am married." I continued. "You know that. I shouldn't really have done anything."

There was a telephone ringing.

"I know. I was just teasing."

Something in her voice didn't fill me with any confidence about that remark. It was fun. I didn't want it becoming serious. How to get to stop behind? I couldn't explain her away to my Grandfather and Rodreigo. They would see what was going on straight away. I only hoped Hudson didn't mention it to anybody. Oh, why I had I let myself do it?

The telephone was still ringing.

"The phone!" I exclaimed.

I hurried into the lounge and picked up the receiver.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello." Jenny's voice came back in reply.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked.

"Nearly." I replied.

I felt two rock hard nipples pressing into my back and two hands reach around my body. One hand lifted my balls and the other my prick. I placed my hand on one of her wrists to pull her away. She fought back. I could feel her pubic hairs against my ass cheeks. I felt her tongue licking the top of my spine.

"What are you doing now?" Jenny asked.

"Nothing." Heather was kissing her way down my back. "Just packing."

My prick was becoming hard again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, fighting to control my breathing as Heather's tongue touched the crack between my ass cheeks.

"Not much." Jenny paused. "I have to go. There's somebody at the door. Have a safe journey and hurry back."

Heather's tongue was between my ass cheeks. It flicked my anus. I could feel her warm breath.

"I will." I gasped out loud.

I pushed back against her face.

"Bye." I said.

"Bye." Jenny seemed hesitant. "I'll miss you."


Heather's tongue was hard against my hole. The feeling was sensational.

"I'll miss you." I said, squeezing my eyes tight.

"Bye." I said again.

"Bye." Came her reply.

I knew she wouldn't put the phone down until I did so I placed the receiver onto its cradle.

Heather's tongue was licking around and over my anus. I leaned forward with my hands on the top of the sideboard.

"Nice?" She asked.

"Oh yes." I gasped back.

"Take me again."

She moved her head and I turned to face her. She was lying back on the carpet, her thighs open and her knees bent. I couldn't stop myself. I knelt before her then moved above her. Her hand guided me inside. She felt so tight. I moved in and out, feeling her wetness increase with each movement.

"Oh, fuck me, Paul." She pulled my head down to her own and spoke hardly above a whisper. "Fuck me."

Jenny would never speak like that. Or lick my ass.

She was lifting her hips from the floor to meet my thrusts. Gripping my prick with her fanny. Oh yes. This was good. I moved faster. She was coming. And again. I moved faster still. Ramming myself in and out of her. I wanted to hurt her.

"Yes." She gasped. "That's it."

Harder still.

She was coming again. Two more thrusts and so was I.



Strange. Paul wasn't the most demonstrative of men but he was normally warmer than that. Perhaps he was worried about his trip.

I opened the front door. It had started to rain and Ron stood under the porch brushing the drops from the arms of his coat. I helped him from it and hung it on a hook. His jacket hung open exposing the black front of his shirt. The white collar looked too tight. He closed the door and we stood for a few seconds looking at one another.

"Who is it?" David's voice came from his bedroom upstairs.

"It's Ron." I called back. I couldn't draw my eyes away from his. "Ron Watkins. I'll bring him up."

I managed to turn my head and led the way upstairs conscious that a pair of eyes were watching my every step.

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