1940, Part 2 - The New School

by Joaane

If there has been any doubt that Jenny, our teacher from home, and Liz her sister, have been lovers their parting on Sunday made it very clear. They were glued together until the very last moment, frequently kissing and hugging.

The bus that brought us was a special one laid on by the evacuation authority. The usual bus does not come this far out. The land army girl that I had poured hot coffee on when she kept stroking my bum, as Joan and I served that first breakfast, was now driving the tractor with a passenger trailer hook up to it. We were driven at tractor speed to the village we had come through on arrival. This was where the bus terminus was. All the way Liz and Jenny were arm in arm, both of them crying. It would be a long time before they would see each other again and in wartime you could never be sure of anything. They unashamedly kissed with such passion that they had my pussy stirring. I looked at Joan, who was not just my sister but was now also my lover, she was fourteen and two years older than me but far more physically advanced. Her face was puffy. I knew that she was close to crying. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “I love you,” into her ear.

Jenny is our teacher at home. It was she that made certain that Joan and I were billeted on the farm in this lovely valley. Once Liz had finish weeping for her friend and we were trundling back from the village she started to reminisce. Many years ago when our mother was our age she came with our grandma to stay at this farm. They used to take in bed and breakfast paying guests in those days. Liz, her sister Jenny and our mum quickly became three way lovers. “There is something about this valley that liberates girls sexually,” she said. Our mum never lost touch and wrote long regular letters. She married and never returned. When Jenny past out of college and became a teacher she took a job as close to our mum as possible. It was our mum’s wish that we should also know this valley.

“Ruth, go the valley way,” Liz called to the driver. Ruth turned off the main road and onto a single track lane. It lead down the valley higher up from the farm and followed the fast running river at the bottom. The lane was still high up the valley side, but from here you could see the river. The river was wide but no more that a foot deep. Many of the rocks stuck up from the water and were dry on top. The sight of it and the sound of it were beautiful and calming.

Ruth stopped the tractor without being told. Liz spoke, her voice was full of emotion, “This is where the three of us, your mother, Jenny and I first made love down there on the rivers edge. We had been bathing in just our underwear. It got very wet. We took it off and hung it out to dry on the trees and then before long we were making love all three of us entwined. I don’t know what got us started. It seemed the most natural thing in the world. We became regular lovers whenever we were alone after that. Then the holiday ended and your mother left us. She has never been back, but she wrote to us all the time. She always had fond memories of this place.”

Monday morning was the same as ever. We were up early to help Liz to feed the land army girls. They would still try to grope us whenever Liz wasn’t looking, but we were in control now. We slapped their heads like naughty children which they enjoyed and considered a badge of honour.

This morning though, was going to be our first day at our new school. I was both excited and scared. Ruth delivered us on time outside the gate. The school was very small just one large room really. It was set in the middle of the playground that surrounded it. It was close to the church. Both were made of stone and looked like there have been there forever. There were children of all ages from as young as seven or eight up to fourteen. Fourteen was your last year in school in those days. Most kids were still fourteen when they started work.

A teacher, that I later learned was the only teacher, came out of the school. She was young and pretty with a kind face. She had a hand bell which she rang as she walked. We all stopped in our tracks to listen to what she would say. She formed us into two lines. All the kids under ten were in one line and all the kids over ten in the other line. We entered the school two by two. Because we were sisters, we were stood together. Opposite us, in the other line, were little blond twins of about eight or nine years of age. The desks were double desks made of timer and iron. Each desk had one young kid and one older kid sat together. I had the desk in front of Joan and was sat with one of the twins. Joan was sat with the other. The girls were Alice and Ann, but which was Alice and which was Ann was not always clear. They were beautiful with blond curls.

The plan was that we older kids would help to teach the younger ones as we learned ourselves. We were to be their guardian, their protector. The four of us became inseparable. School life was good. This little school wasn’t like the big school we went to at home. We were all away from our homes and there was a feeling of all being in it together. It was a good, safe feeling. The twins were billeted at the little group of houses at the top of our valley, the last drop off our bus made before ours.

The twins were identical in looks but they could not have been more different in character. Alice was cheeky and always wanted to be chased and tickled and wanted to play all the time. On the other hand Ann was quiet and reserved and just held onto Joan’s hand. She was timid and shy. The woman they were staying with came to collect them from school each day. Then it was agreed that Ruth would collect all of us and drop the twins off on the way home. Then it was later arranged that we would collect them in the mornings as well.

Then one morning Ruth came back in to the kitchen after breakfast covered in oil and grease to tell Liz that the tractor would not start. “Right,” said Liz, taking charge of the new situation, she looked at us, “You will have to walk.” and to Ruth she said, “Get Christine to take the kids and tell her to go by the short cut and to call at the twins house and take them with her. You go back to the tractor I will be with you soon.”

Christine was the other woman that we had seen kissing Ruth outside of the barn when we first arrived. She was the one that shouted, “Fucking hell, are you serving virgins for breakfast now,” at that first breakfast. She was also the other groper, the one that was always trying to touch Joan’s pussy whenever Liz wasn’t watching. She was about twenty five years old with a good figure made fit and toned by the farm work. She wore a blouse tied at the waist and baggy trousers as they all seemed to. The white blouse could not hide the fact that she had wonderfully large breasts. Although I understood that they are both married, they made no secret that they were lovers, in fact they flaunted it outrageously. They were both very attractive, but for one thing, they were both horribly foul mouthed and swore in every sentence.

She set a marching pace and called and shouted, “Hurry the fuck up.” every now and them. Her language didn’t improve even front of the little ones. On first collecting the twins she said, “You two little fuckers will have to keep up.” Alice giggled but Ann was terrified of her.

The path that followed the river was narrow and would only allow single file. It was just a path created by the feet of those who had gone before. The distance was only about two miles following the river not the many miles it is by road. It was a gradual gradient uphill and so the walking was easy. About half way there is a high waterfall and so there was the steep climb up the side of it, but apart from that the walking was easy. The twins joined us later and would run ahead and then wait for us the catch up. Their journey was shorter than ours and was only half a mile or so from the school and therefore they were fitter than we were by then. The valley was less steep as we got closer to the village which made the river a lot wider and shallow.

We walked to school every day after that. We enjoyed it, it was actually quicker that trundling along on the tractor all the way round. The countryside was beautiful. The woodlands along the river were dense. No sign of humanity, just the noise of the water as it rushed over and around the rocks. The songs of the birds and the rush of their wings and they flew away as we approached. My favourite sound was the sound of the crickets that sounded exactly like a bicycle free wheeling and had me turning at first to look for a bike. The sound never failed to fascinate me.

We dropped the twins off at their home after school. The time then, and for the rest of the journey, was our time. We would stop off to kiss and enjoy our love for each other. Sometimes we would paddle in the water holding our shoes and stockings to keep them dry before making love on the river bank. Our lovemaking was tender and unrushed. Our love was wholesome, and in a way, innocent.

One day we were on our way home as usual. As we approached the waterfall we could hear voices and laughter. We approached as quietly as we could and peered over the waterfall. Ruth and Christine were frolicking in the water totally naked. I was drawn to these two women like a moth is drawn to a flame. My pussy took on a life of its own. It throbbed and tingled and wept. I looked at Joan. Her lips were wet and her face was red and her eyes were deep. I knew that she was aroused too. It was at these times that I would kiss her and make love to her. She was looking at the two women with there huge breasts and masses of dark pubic hair, “Oh my,” she said.

Just then a voice called out, “Get your virgin arses down here and don’t just stay up there frigging yourselves.” Clearly we had been seen. All the advice by Jenny was forgotten and we climbed down to the pool at the bottom of the falls. The women did not stand on ceremony they came out of the water and started to strip us naked. I looked at Joan and saw that she was massively aroused and she was just standing there as her clothes were stripped from her.

We jumped into the water which was cold and took my breath away. Ruth followed me in and there was not a moment when there wasn’t a hand on my pussy or my breasts or both. Ruth just kept saying, “Fucking lovely, fucking lovely.” I was slippery from the water and escaped her grip and made her chase me in the water. She caught me and lifted me onto a rocky shelf. She pushed me back and spread my legs. She then kissed me on the pussy. I had never felt anything like it. I had never even seen anything like it. I briefly saw Joan bent forward over a rock with the big breasted Christine spreading her bum cheeks. I knew she would be kissed and I knew where.

I lay back and surrendered to the wonderful feeling that Ruth was generating with her mouth and tongue. I felt her spread my pussy with her fingers. There was a sharp pain as she pushed her fingers into me. It stung and then burned, but then it lifted me to new heights. She fucked me and fucked me. My heart pounded, my pussy sang, my tits strained and my nipples begged. I pinched at them, the pain stimulated me even more. “Now then girlie you really are a fucking woman.” She laughed at the accidental accuracy on what she had said. She pulled me back into the water which washed the blood away. She leaned back onto the rocky shelf and pulled my head to her breast. I locked onto her huge nipple.

She pulled herself up onto the self and spread her legs. She had held on to me by my hair I couldn’t have escape even if I had wanted to and I didn’t want to. She then pulled me into her pussy. It was hot and slippery and gaping. I could smell the intoxicating musky smell I knew from Joan but much, much stronger. I licked it and found her bud which was much bigger that Joan’s. She fell back and begged, “Fuck me girlie, fuck me.” I slipped my fingers into her in the way she had pressed hers into me. Her well used cunt was big and wide and gave no resistance. It took all my fingers. She shuddered and her thighs quivered as I fucked her as fast as I could. She screamed, “Jesus fucking Christ,” at the top of her voice as she reached her climax.

The two adults went back to fucking each other and shouting obscenities as they did so. They were celebrating their conquest of the virgins. We dressed and left them to it.

That was the first time. It was never a frequent happening, but occasionally, they would be there, the waterfall was the only bath the women had and the only effective way of keeping clean. They would be there in the water as we walked home from school. Some times we joined in, but at other times we would just walk on. Now that we have learned to fuck properly all we wanted to do was fuck each other. Joan was still my first and only love. There was no sexual jealousy between us. The orgies in the water were just fun and nothing else. Ruth and Christine still groped us at mealtimes whenever Liz wasn’t watching, but we offered no resistance anymore.

Something happened that I neither wanted nor expected. It was the weekend, a Sunday. Joan and I had been exploring. We had been to the little church in our finery and done our duty, but now we were just in our shorts and blouse. It was a hot sunny, lazy day. We watched the land army working in a field harvesting carrots. Crops don’t recognise weekends. They have to be harvested while the sun shines and it was certainly shining that day. Many of the women had taken off the blouses, they all seemed to wear, and where naked from the waist up. Joan squeezed my hand, which told me that she was aroused. I understood how she felt because my pussy had awakened to the sweat running down so many magnificent breasts. Ruth and Christine waved to us.

We headed for the waterfall with the idea of making love and cooling off in the water. We almost trotted down the narrow but well worn path. We laughed and stripped off our tops just like the land girls. The feeling of the cool air on my nipples had them stood to attention. I pinched them as I ran.

Next came our shorts. Watching Joan running in her knickers with her bum wiggling had my knickers wringing wet. I wriggled out of them and ran to catch up with Joan again. She saw what I had done and slipped out of hers too.

There was no noise to warn us. No voices, nothing. We came over the brow of the hill and down the slope to the falls and we were then in full view, too late to retreat. Alice and Ann were stood in the edge of the pool up to their ankles in water and totally naked. They had their mouths open in surprise. I saw their young bodies, their innocent curly blond hair, their little button nipples and their smooth, oh so smooth camel toe pussies. They looked awkward standing there. I confess that my pussy exploded. I was possessed by an overwhelming desire to ravish them.

Joan was wearing that look on her face that I knew so well, we were so alike. If the silence had just gone on a bit longer or if we could have retreated, who knows? But the silence was broken by Alice giggling and jumping into the water. Before I knew what was happening I was airborne, with my knees up to my chest and was jumping into the pool after her. For a brief, submerged moment, I saw a little camel toe turn and try to run. As I surfaced I had scooped her up and had my hand fully on her pussy. She giggled and wiggled loving the game and loving the feelings I was giving her. The chase continued with her laughing each time she escaped my grip, but eventually and inevitably she was overcome by the feeling raging within her. I kissed her tenderly and she responded, parting her little lips. I laid her on the rocky shelf. I kissed her and caressed her body. Gently I spread her legs and kissed her pussy. She arched her back yielding to me, giving herself to me. I explored her slit from her anus to the little clit and back again. She writhed and wriggled as the thrills ran through her. With her heart pounding and with loud gasps and sighs, and with quivering thighs, she came for the first time in her life.

Joan and Ann was a quieter affair but with the same result. We lay at the pool side sunbathing and occasionally dipping into the pool to cool off. The twins wanted more, and in a less rushed and a more tender way they got a lot more. The four of us were closer than ever at school after that and often made love on our way home. The valley could now chalk up two more lesbians.