1940 Part 3 - The Party

by Joaane

Since that first session at the waterfall pool with the nine year twins Alice and Ann they have become very enthusiastic lovers, both with us and with each other. They ask all sorts of questions and want to learn more, much more. Ironically Ann, the shy one, was even more enthusiastic than the cheeky Alice. The teacher's plan that the older kids should teach the younger ones was working in a way she could not have imagined.

She had arranged the class so that each child under ten was sat next to an older kid that was over ten, who would look after them and help them, but she didn't reckon with the valley. I had Alice, the gorgeous and very cute Alice. The twins had blond curly hair and lovely smooth bodies. Alice always wanted to play chase and wanted her pussy kissed at every opportunity. She giggled infectiously all the time. Ann, on the other hand, was not like her sister at, all she just wanted to do, was make love all the time and was never more that a yard away from Joan.

I was deliriously happy and now openly lesbian enjoying the randy attentions of the land girls. The groping worked both ways now. Joan would grope Christine's enormous breasts, teasing out nipples you could hang cups on. The price was a hand on her pussy. I don't remember a time when I was happier either before or since.

We were encouraged to write home, and our mother regularly wrote back. She hoped that we were having the wonderful time that she had all those years ago. We didn't go into detail, but I am sure she understood when we told her that we were having a wonderful time and that we were very happy.

She would sometime write about Dad, especially when he had managed to get a letter to her. We could almost feel her tears we knew that she would have been crying when she wrote it. Joan and I would sob our hearts out as we read the sad tear stained words. We would hold each other close as we remembered the times we had with our Mum and Dad.

I could never stand to see Joan crying. I held her close. We were lay back on our bed. I kissed her and wiped her tears away. She would think of our Mum and homesickness would possess her and she would sob. I kissed her and caressed her until her sexual arousal overcame her sorrow. We would make love with such passion and fury that there was no room in our hearts for anything except each other.

We spent a lot of our time sat on a fence watching the land girl's work. Some of the remarks and jokes they called out to us would have shocked us to our roots only a few weeks ago. Now we just saluted them in the same way that Ruth and Christine had saluted us when we first arrived. We would simulate masturbation over our shorts before sucking our fingers. This always caused peels of laughter.

At lunch time Liz turned up on the tractor loaded with food and ale for the girls. We knew that if she saw us she would take us back to the house and feed us properly. We didn't want to be ladylike and proper. We hid in the ditch that surrounded the field until we heard the tractor drive away. It was hot and we were horny all we wanted was food ale and fucking. I don't know if it was the ale or what had happened earlier, but what followed was rampant animal lust. Huge breasts and pussies passed my vision. Every orifice was filled. I was kissed and sucked and fucked to a stand still. It was wonderful. The women went back to work and we went to the pool to cool off. We were happy and not just a little drunk.

It was Sunday and that morning we had been sat in the stone church listening to the Vicar praying for the men away fighting the war and for the families left at home. The church had the little ones in the front, the older kids behind them and the adults at the back. It was a very hot day and everyone was in their summer dresses and their Sunday best. I was desperately trying to get a glimpse of little white knickers. Was that bad of me? I don't know. What I do know is that the Vicar had a row of little ones sat cross legged in front of him. He must have had a row of innocent white gussets looking at him. I was wetting my best knickers at the thought. I have never been a strong reader, but when he asked for a volunteer to read the lesson my hand shot up and then bent at the elbow in moment of doubt.

Another girl was selected, which is just as well because I was very horny and was not sure that I could stand up straight. She stood at the lectern reading with the great confidence I would have lacked. I have no idea what she was saying only that she said it well. I was straining to see through her cotton summer dress. She was about fourteen and very well developed. I was studying how her dress hung around her and visualising the shape of her beneath it. Her hair was flame red and caught the light from the stained glass window, which gave her a halo, an angel of sex. Her breasts were large and round. I was willing the nipples out thereby proving the limitation of prayer.

We waited outside for the twins, being at the front during the service made them amongst the last ones out. The girl that gave the reading came out and was greeted by her guardian with whom she was staying. She walked straight backed and proud. She swayed as she walked swishing the skirt of her dress. I wanted to throw her to the ground. Tear off her kickers and show her naked pussy to the crown before ravishing her in front of them. This was envy in its purest, murderous form.

It was in that mood that I took Alice by the hand and wandered off towards the countryside. Joan and Ann were just a couple of yards behind us. As soon as we reached the path by the river and we were away from prying eyes. I stopped and backed Alice up against a tree. I crouched down to be at her height. I slipped my hands under her dress and felt all around her bottom, her tummy, her waist, and her pussy. All around the area cover by her knickers. The warmth of them as they clung to her shape was very erotic. They took the shape of her camel toe lips, her bum crack and everything like a second skin. She was in her Sunday best and must be kept clean. I turned her and put her hands on the tree. I crouched again and peeled the knickers down at the back. They gripped to her pussy even as I pulled down the waist band. Then her pussy finally gave up its cover and the knickers fell to her knees. She lowered her hands on the tree and thrush her bottom out to me. I spread her bum cheeks and kissed and licked her from her pussy to her anus and back. Her panting increased steadily until her bottom quivered and her legs shook and her pussy wept as she hit her climax. I pulled up the knickers and patted her pussy. I took her by the hand again and then walked her home.

Joan and I went home to change out of our best clothes and into our shorts and blouses, but not before we fucked each other back to normal and so it was that we ended up sat on the fence watching the land army girls in the field and later, after the orgy, in the waterfall pool cooling off and lazily listening to the noises of the woods.

That evening Liz gave us a letter from our Manchester school teacher Jenny. It had been included with the love letter to Liz and was sealed and addressed to us. In it Jenny revealed a secret. It was Liz's fortieth birthday next Sunday and Jenny was coming to be with her. Joan and I decided that we would organise a party for her. We were very excited. We would need help and so we recruited the help of Ruth and Christine who were delighted to help with the cooking and the bunting. They prepared sheets with HAPPY BIRTHDAY in big letters written on them in lipstick.

We recruited the Vicar who was to bully Liz into helping him while she was still in her finery on Sunday and to delay her homecoming. We recruited Mrs. Grey, the old lady that was Alice and Ann's guardian to bake a cake suitable for a fortieth party. It would take all the land girl's ration books to supply the makings of the cake and of the buffet, but they all agreed that it was worth it. We had a full week to get it all right. The week seemed to last forever, but excitement grew as the preparations came together.

The land army worked wonders. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would never have believed it. The big scrubbed table was gone. There were trestle tables loaded with food. There was a huge barrel of beer with a tap on the end of it. It was on what was the preparation table where Liz chopped vegetables. There was bunting and balloons, where on earth did they find balloons. There were the sheets on the wall declaring HAPPY BIRTHDAY. There was a phonograph providing music. There was the big carver at one end and hard backed chairs around the edges of the room. Much of this stuff, I understood, came from the girl's dormitory. All that was missing was people dancing and eating and drinking and laughing. My minds eye imagined it all.

Ruth had been to the village to meet the bus and to bring the secret guest of honour back. The dormitory was the hiding place. It was so secretive that none of us saw anything. All the land girls were in their finery with their best flocks and nylons, some of which were clearly drawn onto their legs, but all of them looked a million dollars. Ruth then had the job of getting Liz out of the clutches of the Vicar.

We girls had the job of bringing the cake into the room when the singing of happy birthday would start. We had to wait until Liz had arrived and was about to enter the room. We were to get a signal so that we could time our entrance exactly right. The land girls had prepared us. Our hair was done and we were made with powder and lipstick.

Finally it was our big moment. We had come down the stairs and were waiting for the birthday song to start. We were in our best clothes and I had my best knickers on. The song started, Joan and I looked at each other. We checked the twins for the last time and made sure they had a good grip on the platter holding the cake. The door opened and we made our entrance.

The singing stopped and the assembly applauded. I was confused I looked up from my concern for the twins. There, sat in the big carver, flanked on each side by Liz and Jenny was our Mum. She was smiling and holding out her arms. Joan and I dissolved into tears of joy and ran to her. Everybody knew except us, even the twins knew and were now giggling. Our mother swept us up in her arms. We sat on Liz and Jenny's knees and hugged and kissed our Mum. Liz and Jenny caressed us affectionately, all five of us were sobbing.

The music struck up and the dancing started. Everyone was dancing with their favourite person. The twins danced awkwardly with each other. The beer flowed and the kissing started. There was more dancing and more drinking and more smooching. Mum said to Joan, "Dance with your sister baby," Joan took me by the hand and we danced holding each other close and then kissing as we swayed to the music. As we turned in the dance I saw my Mum kissing Jenny hard and deep on the lips with Liz's hand up her skirt. That was the horniest thing I ever saw. My best knickers were wet and stuck to me.

We had drunk perhaps more than was wise. The land girls were reverting to type. Christine called out, "Get your kit off Hilda show us your pretty cunt again." It was as if someone had fired a starting pistol. Joan and I stripped each other as we danced slowly, very slow enjoying the moment. I looked around everyone had the same idea. All the dancers were stripping their dance partner. The only girls wearing anything were the ones wearing real stockings and suspenders that they had paid obscene amounts of money for or had fucked an ugly man for, but that was all they wore. Our mother was clapping in time with the music encouraging her girls, enjoying our striptease. She was very proud of us. It was a good feeling. She stood up while her two lovers stripped her naked. I had never seen my Mum naked. My juices ran down my legs. She was forty-ish, hard work had kept her body good. Her breasts were big and round with huge nipples. Her tummy bulged a bit with the stretch marks of child birth, our birth. There was a mass of tangled dark pubic hair. Her legs were long and slender. I looked at Joan and then at Mum and back again the likeness was clear to see. Joan was our mother at fourteen. Mother turned and kissed the naked Liz who enveloped her into her folds of fat. Jenny spooned up behind her pressing every part of her to Mum's bottom and back. They danced slowly to the music. All around us and two by two the women disappeared as they took their partners to bed in their dormitory. The farmhouse only had two bedrooms. The twins shared ours and the three old friends and lovers had the other.

We didn't take time to get into the bed I just collapsed onto it. The twins dived onto me. Joan spread my legs and sucked on my clit and fucked me furiously with her fingers. The twins, not to be left out, straggled my face. They were knelt over me, face to face holding each other close and kissing. I was presented with their pussies clamped together. I could lick from Ann's anus along her slit to her clitoris, then to Alice's clit and along her slit to her anus. They swayed backwards and forwards making sure they each got their share of my probing tongue.

Screams of delight were coming from the other bedroom so loud and clear that I realised that Liz would have been able to listen to our love making from the start. She must have been masturbating ever since our first night to the visions we created for her. Now we could hear our mother calling for more fucking. Calling out her orgasms as they occurred, I have never been so horny.

We were changing placing after our first climax, so that Joan could have her turn being fucked with the girls on her face when she stopped, "Fuck this," she called, "come on." The three of us followed her into the other bedroom. I heard my mother's voice call out, "Darlings!" as we joined them on and around the bed. Again during the orgy that followed, tits, bums, cunts, some hairy and gaping, some smooth and eager past my eyes. My every orifice was filled. I was fuck and sucked to a stand still. I did my share. I fisted my mother, while I was fucked with a big wooden dick, which stretched me and went deeper and deeper until I thought I would burst. Aircraft wasn't the only thing they made in Mum's factory.

When we awoke in the morning the adults were gone. There had been no call, as usual, to do breakfast for the girls. We jumped up and dressed in a panic. We burst into the kitchen almost at a run.

It was amazing, everything was just as it had been before the party had ever been thought of. The big scrubbed table was back. The aroma of bacon eggs and coffee was as strong as ever, but instead of the land girls, there was just our Mum, Jenny and Liz. Liz pointed and the clock, "What time do you call this," she laughed. It was ten o'clock. "Where are the girls?" I asked stupidly. They would surely be in the field by this time. Liz laughed, "We thought it was your turn to be waited on. Sit down we are at your service."

It was fun to be waited on and we enjoyed and hearty breakfast. When it was all done we all ended up sat around the big table just chatting. Mum explained how it was that she was here. The Germans had tried to bomb the factory, but had only caught one corner of it. That was our Mum's department. Maintenance are working to rig a roof up, which will be ready by today. Mum's department got an unexpected couple of days off. "Jenny was coming anyway," Mum said, "so here I am. I have to go back today though." She looked around the table, "You girls have been great though. I have had a lovely time. I will be back as soon as I can."

We all trundled at tractor speed to the bus station to see Jenny and Mum off. There was me and Joan, the two twins and, of course Liz. It was a tearful affair, but Mum was happy that we have experienced the valley and found each other sexually and that her life long affair with Jenny was now in the open. Her affair has never interfered with her love for our father and we understood that too. There was much kissing and crying as we watched them get onto the bus and wave to them as the bus pulled out. Mum's parting words were, "I love you two girls with all my heart. Here is a gift that I know you will want to share. She handed me a box wrapped in newspaper.

We were on the tractor trailer trundling back to the farm when one of the twins said, "Aren't you going to open your gift?" I unwrapped the paper and opened the box and then collapsed in laugher as I looked at the big wooden dick our mother had made for us. It was indeed a gift we would love to share and share again and again.