The Paul & Jenny Stories

The Paul and Jenny stories. Part 18q.

(All characters are fictitious. No similarity with anybody is intended).

Part 17.

Jenny.

Damn that alarm. I can't have had more than four hours sleep. At least there wasn't any sounds coming from Shirley's room. They must be exhausted after last night.

I needed the toilet.

A shower would be nice as well. It might wake me up.

Should I make sure they are awake before I go in? I suppose I'd better.

"Hello." I called through the door, "are you awake?"

"Hmm."

Shirley grunted some kind of reply.

I sat down. That was better. And again. I must remember to get some toilet paper today. Oh. When? If Ron came then I won't get a chance. I had to get a message through to him not to come. That could be harder then it sounds. I knew where in Bristol he is today but I had to go to college.

I hate it when it is a bit messy. I didn't see Paul's fascination with that part of my body. Although it is nice to have it touched and licked. Once he gets it inside it isn't that bad either.

I turned the shower on and waited for the cold water to clear the pipes. That felt good.

It is strange that now, when I'm washing it I don't feel much but then there are times when I'm making myself come that if I touch it it can feel as sensitive as my clitoris.

I'd best get on. I put fresh towels out. I had a feeling they would need them. They would have to make do with toast and tea for breakfast. I wasn't going to stand there cooking him a fry-up. That was Shirley's job.

Hmm. If I rang Ron's house and his wife answers what can I say? 'Tell Ron not to come tonight, I've changed my mind about letting him have me.'

It might be best just go shopping so I'm not here when he arrives. The cowards way out. That would be what Paul would do. Duck the question. Take the easy way. Or was it the most sensible way?

It would greatly complicate all of our lives if I do go through with it.

I looked out through the door to check that the coast was clear. It sounded like he was having her again!

I wished Paul were here to have me.

Who would be ringing at this time?

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Paul.

Oh. My head hurt. It always does after whisky.

What happened?

Oh fuck.

I'd fucked Louise. But I hadn't come. Does that count as a fuck? She came. So she would class it as one.

Maurice wasn't happy. Well I wouldn't be if I came home and found Jenny with Howie's cock inside her as he did Mary-Belle. I still wasn't clear if Howie had already fucked Heather as well or not or if she had been waiting for her turn.

Louise was very clingy in the car. Heather wasn't very happy about that. Howie's hands were all over Mary-Belle. I'm not sure she should have been driving. She looked high to me.

I remember Louise was a little upset when I wouldn't spend the night with her and Heather stormed off when I didn't want her to stay either.

I'd make it up to them but the only things they would both want would be another fuck.

I needed the bathroom.

I stood up. What time was it? Ten o'clock. There was a good hour and a half before we had to leave for the airport.

Something gurgled inside me. I did need the toilet. Badly.

That was better. Now the shower. Only lukewarm. Wake me up. That felt good. I could fall asleep in here.

I stepped from the shower and dried myself with a towel from the rail. That was a bit better. Could I trust my hand with a razor? It would have to be done. My fingers weren't shaking that much. A good clean of the teeth to freshen up my mouth. I was starting to feel human again.

I started packing, leaving the clothes I was going to wear to one side. I dressed then I took the small briefcase from my suitcase and pondered over its contents for a few seconds. Just routine documents he had said. And yet we had an official diplomat's stamp in our passports.

Never mind. We could deliver it tomorrow. I was more concerned about my grandfather. I did tell Louise and she said she would get their local correspondent, Bill, to see what he could find out.

We probably wouldn't get a reply until we got there.

Should I ring Jenny? She would be starting her afternoon lessons now. If I left it until we were at the airport she should be home by then. I could always ring my mother I suppose. She might have heard something.

Somebody was at the door.

"Who is it?" I asked walking towards it.

"Room service." Came the disembodied reply.

I opened the door and the boy in a smart white jacket wheeled in a trolley with breakfast laid out upon it. Heather followed carrying a large plastic bag.

"Good morning." She said cheerily kissing me on the cheek. "Your laundry."

I gave the boy a dollar bill then sat on the end of the bed with the breakfast trolley before me.

"Thank you." I said pouring a cup of coffee.

There were two cups so I poured one for Heather. She squeezed onto the bed next to me and picked up a slice of toast.

"So what happened when Maurice came in?" I asked, biting into my own slice of toast.

"Well." She started, pausing to take a sip of coffee. "We were playing cards."

"I know."

"Yes. You and Louise?"

"Yes?"

"Did you?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. A gentleman never tells tales out of bed.

"Hmm."

I put my arm around her waist.

"Oh." She said.

She was silent for a few seconds.

"We played poker and Mary-Belle had some cigarettes. I smoked one. Will I become an addict?"

"I don't think so." I replied, then took a sip of coffee. "I didn't."

"Oh. I didn't know you'd tried it."

"Howie got some on a trip we took with him once."

"Where to?"

"It was on a cruise of the Caribbean we went on."

"Sounds fun."

"Parts of it were."

She placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. I could feel my prick starting to grow.

"What was she like?"

Her hand was moving towards my prick. It was growing.

"Who?" I coughed as her fingertips came to rest upon it.

"Louise?" Her fingers ran along the length of my prick. "Who else did you have last night? Mary-Belle?"

"I've never had Mary-Belle."

"You could."

She pushed the trolley away with her foot and dropped to her knees before me. I just sat there, coffee in one hand and toast in the other as her fingers opened the front of my trousers. I lifted my ass cheeks from the bed as she pulled them down to the floor. I lifted again as my underpants followed.

"She talked about you a lot."

Her lips closed around the head of my prick and her head bobbed up and down a couple of times. I reach out over her and placed my cup and toast on the trolley top.

"That Howie won't take no for an answer." She continued, lifting her head for a second.

"In what way?" I asked, running my fingers through her hair.

"Mary-Belle kept saying no."

I gasped out-loud as she sucked hard on the very tip of my prick.

"Oh you like that?" She asked and repeated it.

"Yes." I gasped.

She took my prick out of her mouth again, studied it for a couple of seconds from two inches range then stood up.

She was wearing her trousers and a blouse. I unbuttoned the blouse felt her breasts through her bra then attacked her trousers. They fell to the floor and I held them while she stepped prettily from them.

"Don't crease them." She said as I picked them up and was about to throw them onto the spare bed.

I reached across and laid them flat. She dropped her blouse and bra on top. I slid my hands inside her panties, squeezed her ass cheeks then pulled them off. I could smell woman. Aroused woman. About three inches from my nose. I moved my head and kissed her above her pubic mound, just below her navel.

"Hmm. That's nice." She sighed.

I kissed her pubic hairs, reaching behind her for her ass cheeks and pulling her closer to me. She opened her legs and swivelled her hips giving me access to her slit. Her inner lips were already starting to show so I sucked on each in turn.

She made a sound and held onto the back of my head as if frightened I would pull away her. She tasted fresh from the shower. I flicked between her lips with my tongue searching for her clit. A sudden sigh told me I'd found it. She pushed herself against my face as I sucked and licked her.

"Oh." She gasped. "Fuck me."

I released her ass cheeks and stood up as she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back her knees bent and her thighs wide open. I almost tore my shirt off as I kicked away my underpants and trousers as I climbed onto the bed. Her fingers guided my prick as I moved over her body. I felt her momentary resistance and then I was inside. I thrust in deep and held myself still whilst she adjusted her arms and legs about me then began to pump in and out. She kissed my neck as I stared straight ahead at the bed-board savouring the feelings coming from my cock. I quickened. I could feel her tightening around me.

She swore as she came. I quickened my strokes. Our pubic mounds were banging together. She was coming again. My own balls were tightening.

"Come on." She urged. "Fuck me."

I thought I was. I rammed it in. Hard. She cried out. And again and again. Harder, faster.

"Yes." She cried.

With a gasp I collapsed on top of her as my balls emptied into her.

"Move please." She said in a voice hardly above a whisper.

I lifted myself up and looked down upon her face. It was flushed and there were beads of sweat on her brow.

"Ok?" I asked.

She smiled.

"Hmm."

"I'd best finish packing." She continued.

I didn't want to move. It was nice inside her but I pulled my prick from her hole and stood up helping her to stand.

"That was very nice." She said, standing on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek and lips. "Thank you."

"It was a pleasure." I assured her.

"Yes. I'm sure it was."

I pulled her close and kissed her.

"I must get packed." She said as my hands cupped her ass cheeks.

"Ok." I said, standing back and releasing her.

I watched her dress, occasionally feeling her breasts and kissing her. Then she was gone. My prick was still hard. I stroked it. That felt good. It was sticky. I lifted my fingers to my nose. They smelled of her. That earthy, slightly fishy smell.

I closed my fingers around my prick and stroked it again. I should make myself more comfortable.

As I made to lie down there was a gentle knock at the door.

Could she have come back?

I hurried over and called through it.

"Yes. Who is it?"

"It's me, Louise. Open the door."

I went to the bed and picked up my towel. Wrapping it about my waist I turned the door handle.

"I've just received a message from Bill. There is news of your grandfather and Roddrego."

She was carrying a copy of the morning's paper. In a corner of the front page there was a youthful picture of Roddrego. 'Son of former President in bid to capture his father's title' the headline read.

I looked at Louise. Her eyes were on the front of my towel.