Paul, Angela and Jenny 1: How It All Started By Subboy Paul Subboy_paul@hotmail.com copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Author's Note: Feel free to post this story on any FREE site. All I ask is that you email me to let me know where it is posted. Thank You. * * * * * It was warm and sticky in the summerhouse, the sun beaming in through the dusty windowpanes and warming the body, bathing bare skin with golden light. Bees hummed in the garden, and Paul's cousin Angela hummed too, a melody of her own devising. The sun on her hair made a halo round her pretty face and lined the outline of her bare thighs as she sat on the windowsill, heels pulled up towards her buttocks and snug shorts pulling close up between her legs. It was the second week of the school holidays and Paul, a boy of just fourteen, was beginning to think that this might just turn out to be the longest school holidays of his life, Angela's friend Jenny, a blond girl of almost fifteen, leaned back carelessly in a high fan-backed wicker chair, her gingham dress pulled up around the top of her thighs to let the sun kiss her warm skin and tan it a little more. Despite his preoccupation of his own predicament Paul found himself fascinated by the glisten of perspiration which caught the light where Jenny's white knickers peeped below the untidy folds in her lap. Angela's half-closed eyes caught the movement of Paul's head as he inclined it sideways to get a slightly better view of Jenny's pants. "He's doing it again." Cooed Angela. Paul snapped his head round and glanced guiltily at his cousin. "Doing what again?" asked Jenny, as if she didn't know. "Peeping at your nicks." "Oh " Jenny settled he bottom a little more comfortable in the creaky chair and unselfconsciously let her legs float languidly apart a fraction more. "He's disgusting, isn't he?" she said drowsily, turning her face away from the sun so the side of her neck might benefit from it's cosmetic properties. "Isn't he the most disgusting object you ever come across?" "Quite the most disgusting." Agreed Angela. She closed her eyes and soaked up the sun some more. After half a minute she opened them again. "Paul are you sure Mummy said you could keep your pants on?" "Yes" Paul said gulpily. "Oh - " Angela stroked the underside of one of her thighs absently, " that's rather boring of her isn't it Jenny?" "Yes V boring". "Hmm personally I think she probably didn't mean that you could keep them on in here only on your way down the garden, so that you didn't shock cook if she happened to come out of the kitchen." "But I'm not sure she " "Shut up Paul" said Jenny lazily. "Yes shut up." Concorded Angela. Jenny turned her face to Paul and shaded her eyes from the sun. "She'll cane him on the bare, wont she?" enquired Jenny, easing her hips in the chair again. "'Course she always canes on the bare. She caned the gardener boy on the bare that one last hols". "Ooo yes." Jenny giggled at the recollection. "D' you remember - ?" "Remember -?" "How big he was? D' you remember it it was big wasn't it!" Angela giggled, her memory jogged. "And didn't he yell when she thrashed him. D' you remember how he yelled?" "Yes she really gave it to him. Served him right, of course, peeping at us the way he did. These boys will do anything to get a look up a girl's skirt." Both girls glanced at Paul. "We had to tell her of course Paul. I mean you do understand that don't you? One can't have one's guests going around sneaking looks up girl's skirts, can one?" Angela's voice attempted to make it sound reasonable. Reasonable that the two of them had trapped him so neatly with that business of climbing the apple tree and tossing the fruit down, while he'd had to stand at the bottom and collect the apples. They hadn't even been ripe. Of course he'd had to look up from time to time. Well, most of the time actually. Where else had the expected him to look if the hadn't had the sense to wear tennis shorts or something. He'd protested strongly, but Aunt Eva hadn't been interested in his explanations. The thing was it was all true. He had been looking up their skirts, at bare legs and tight-stretched cotton knickers. His guilty blush as Aunt Eva had insisted that he told her exactly what he had seen had been enough to establish his culpability. The girl's grins of triumph had apparently gone unnoticed. Now, naked except for his underpants, he had been sent to await correction in the summerhouse, and naturally, since it had been their plan all along, the girls had asked to be allowed to see him get his whipping. And now Jenny was staring unashamedly as the weighty bulge in his Y-fronts. He shivered despite the warmth. Having rested her eyes on Paul's fat bulge for a little longer, Jenny picked up the thread of the discussion again. "Um well if he's going to be caned on the bare of course well then " she raised her eyebrows at Angela. "Yes might as well have his pants down." "N- no-no, I don't think Aunt Eva " stuttered Paul. "Shut up!" said Angela "Now then Paul lets have a look at you shall we? Take your pants off." "No I shouldn't " "Paul" - Jenny's voice was sugar sweet, and very threatening. " If you don't do as you are told, we'll tell Aunt Eva what you were doing to your self while we were up the tree." "But " "No buts Paul" interrupted Angela, "If we told Mummy that you were who'd you think she would believe?" "But I didn't " "Didn't what?" asked Jenny angelically. Paul flushed to the root of his hair, "I think he did anyway," said Jenny. He's probably got a hole in his trouser pocket and does it all the time like the boy on the baker's cart showed us. D'you remember Angela?" "Yes. Come on now Paul, get your pants off or we'll tell Mummy what you do through the hole in your trouser pocket." There seemed to be no way out. Pink with embarrassment and in fact more than a little excited by Jenny's resolute staring at the swell in his pants Paul hooked his thumbs in his Y-fronts and slid them down to his ankles, not daring to look at either of the girls he'd done it. The girls wouldn't have noticed if he'd looked at them anyway, because now it was on display Paul's bulge was revelled as quite the largest one that either of them had ever seen, which admittedly wasn't many, but was more than most fourteen year- olds had seen. "Ooo " said Jenny quietly. Angela said nothing at all, but watched the heavy swing as Paul resisted the urge to cover it up. The two girls looked and said nothing more, and somehow it was becoming rather exciting for Paul. Angela slipped her bottom off the windowsill and couldn't help getting closer for a better look. Jenny sat up in her chair. If she leaned forward she could touch it. The temptation was irresistible. Her warm finger slipped underneath and lifted it a little. A little was too much for Paul. It stirred, couched in Jenny's palm, and began to stiffen by the second. In a few moments it was solid, and overlapped by inches the width of Jenny's hand. "Isn't that amazing." Said Jenny, and quite seriously for the rapid thickening of the shaft had taken her completely by surprise. "Amazing!" echoed Angela. "And it's so heavy" said Jenny. "Look" She bounced it up and let it smack onto her palm. "Let me" said Angela. "N-no" Said Paul, but was ignored by both girls. Angela took the weight and did exactly what Jenny had done. It slapped firmly down against her hand. "Be c-careful" stuttered Paul, knowing the potential better than either of the girls, "Don't do that please." "It's a beauty" whispered Angela. She couldn't help but curl her finger round it. "No - !" said Paul, all atremble, knowing what was going to happen. "Look look at the end of it. Fantastic isn't it " Angela's unknowing fingers stroked admiringly. "Oh no!" moaned Paul. "Ooo!" squealed Jenny. "Ooo-er" said Angela. "Oh Christ!" whined Paul, opening his eyes some ten seconds later. The stickiness on the front of Aunt Eva's dress glistened in the sunlight in the doorway of the summer-house.