Now and Then 3

by Joanne

My parents were concerned that I was imposing myself of the good offices of Gwen the farmer's daughter. Mother told me, "Just because we have rented their chalet for two weeks does not mean that they have to entertain you. They must have lots of the holiday makers. You must realise darling that they have a farm to run."

What could I do, I couldn't tell her that the lovely Gwen was my lover, I'm thirteen she would go ape shit. I just had to agree lamely and agree to go and visit a local castle ruin with them. In previous years this would have been fun. I would have been running around discovering spiral stairways and appearing and waving from various vantage points. Not anymore, this time I was sat on a form in a huge grass courtyard almost stupefied with tedium, counting the minutes when I could suggest that it was time to leave. In a weird role reversal, Father was waving at me from all over the place.

Eventually Mother had also had enough and suggested that we go around the local town shops before returning to the farm. I thought this was a brilliant idea. Father was given no choice and had to abandon his Roman soldier fantasy and follow us over the drawbridge back to the twentieth century. It was a pretty town with a narrow main street. There were shops and cafes down both sides and cobbles down the middle. We had been in, through and out of about three of the shops, all stocking mostly the same thing.

I heard the toot, toot, toot of the familiar car horn as it approached, from a distance, towards us along the narrow street. The people, many of whom, walked in the middle, had to get out of the way and allow this very expensive open top sports car through. "Bloody typical," Mother said, "who does she think she is?" The car then stopped alongside us. I tried to be invisible. "Hello again," it was the clipped London accent, "Jolly nice to see you again. I'm still trying to find that bloody land."

I felt my Mother's eyes burning into me. My Father's eyes never left her cleavage. The silence was broken again, "Your lovely daughter and her friend were most helpful. I was lost and they pointed me in the right direction. Lovely girl, you must be very proud."

My Mother swelled up and accepted the compliment. Father was still drooling as she drove away. "Must fly, lovely to meet you," the words were lost in the growl of the exhaust.

By the time we had arrived back at the chalet I had managed to convince Mother that I had behaved impeccably in helping out the posh lady and that Gwen and I were friends and that she was bored and glad of my company. This was borne out by the fact that Gwen was sat on her tractor outside of the chalet waiting for me. "Go on then," Mother said, "You might as well enjoy yourself." She never spoke a truer word.

There was no trailer this time and so I climbed on the tractor and stood with one foot on each axle and held onto Gwen. Mother called out, "By careful on there." I held on tight as the tractor turned around. "I'm ok," I shouted. We were soon stopped again at the gateway, where we stopped before, out of sight of the chalet. Gwen smiled at me, "Come up front with me," she said.

"Where are we going?"

"I know where Penelope's land is. My Dad told me, he used to supply the old lady with milk and eggs he knew her quite well."

"Where is it?"

"You wouldn't know it if I told you," she said. She was right of course.

"What's more," she said," I know where Penelope is."

By now I was on the tractor seat between Gwen's legs. The throb of the engine at tick over was throbbing up through my vagina. "I will take us there," she said and opened up the throttle. I was lost on a wave of ecstasy. My clitoris was ravished by this giant vibrator all the way to the cottage. Gwen laughed out loud as I collapsed to the ground, my legs unable to support me. Penelope was at the door, in the silence of the countryside, she had heard the big engine coming. Gwen got to the door before me, her legs being the stronger. "I know where your land is," she called excitedly.

Penelope was excited, "Well! Where is it dear girl?" "Don't be silly, you would never find it. Follow me."

Penelope waved me over and climbed into her car, "Get in," she said.

I climbed in. "I saw you collapse. She did that seat thing again didn't she?" I just nodded. "That's lovely," she said, and set off to follow Gwen who had already set off with the tractor.

We soon caught it up and slowed down to match its speed. "Fuck me," she said. "Now while I am driving, Fuck me." I swivelled in the seat and reached across her. I pulled her skirt up to her lap. She wore lace and silk French knickers.

Without leg elastic it was easy to gain access. I found her clitoris with one hand and filled her cunt with the other.

"Yes!" she called out at the top of her voice, "Yes fuck me, you lovely young bitch fuck me."

She bounced up and down on the seat as she reached her climax. The car jerked as smooth control was lost. She hit the car horn and frightened the cows and the sheep as she hit the top note and howled like a wolf.

We had gone over a headland and were parked side by side overlooking a bay. "Is this it?" she asked Gwen.

Gwen jumped down from the tractor and opened Penelope's door. "Get out and I'll show you," she said.

We both got out. Gwen took Penelope into her arms and kissed her, "This is yours," she said, "The beach, the cliffs and the land."

"How much of it?" she was looking out to sea.

Gwen took her by the shoulders and rotated her through 360 degrees, "all of it," she said, "as far as the eye can see."

We all set off towards the cliffs. Penelope took the lead, striding out surveying her property. We followed in her wake holding hands. There were steps carved out of the rock leading down to the sand below. At the bottom there was just one small chalet, closed and shuttered. The cliffs were about thirty or forty feet high. The sandy bay could not be seen from the road and anyway, the road itself was a private road. Penelope strode out onto the sand disrobing as she went. The jacket came off and was dropped and then the blouse. The bra was next and then the skirt. She walked out toward the sea, with her French knickers flapping in the wind. Finally she pushed them down and kicked them off. She rotated with her arms outstretched. She called out, "This is my land. There will be no clothes here."

We took no persuading, we stripped naked and ran to join her and all three of us launched ourselves into the foaming sea. We stayed there frolicking about and making love in the warm water. Gwen supported my head as I floating backwards. My legs floated over Penelope's shoulders to have my vagina licked and lapped at. I was floating in heaven bobbing up and down on the swell. We frolicked and made love in the water all afternoon. We had no towels to dry ourselves, but our clothes were dry and by the time we reached the car our bodies were too. We didn't get dressed we just locked our clothes in the boot of the car and went off to discover what else there was on this private land.

The land had remained untouched for years the fields were all wild flower meadows, knee high and beautiful. We came across woodland in a valley sheltered from the wind. It gave way, lower down, to sand dunes and then to flat sand all the way to the sea. Penelope turned to Gwen, "Still all yours," she said. "You must be very wealthy."

"I am now," she said, she was crying, tears were running freely down her cheeks. "Until I came to Anglesey, I had nothing. Everything you see belongs to my dad. It's not just poor people that are abused. My Dad is both a rapist and a sadist. My allowance is as long as I fuck him and submit to his fantasies."

Gwen and I were arm in arm as always, ours was a new love but a pour love, unselfish, without envy or jealousy, but full of compassion. I wiped away my tears and looked at Gwen and she was crying too. Both of us with a single thought reached out and hugged Penelope. We all sobbed in a shared moment. We sank to the ground flattening a patch of meadow. We sat facing each other holding hands in a circle. Penelope told us her story.

Her family home has been in the family for centuries. The panelled walls are covered with paintings of all the previous heads of family. No one was allowed to forget the family tradition. The father of the family raped the daughters and buggered the boys. This served to brutalise each generation. This was bad enough anyway, but for a young lesbian it was doubly bad. She had more affinity with the buggered boys that the raped girls. "What about the police," I asked.

"We are aristocracy, it is just not done. They have friends in high places. The only escape is to leave, but then you would be penniless and friendless."

She squeezed our hands. "Well you can stick it to them when you go back," I said.

"I'm never going back. I have everything I need here."

Gwen and I laid her down amongst the flowers and lay along each side of her. We attended to every erogenous zone, her lips, her neck, her ears, her stomach, her navel, her clitoris, her vagina, her anus and back again. We took her to heaven and kept her there. Gwen scissored her, rubbing her vagina against Penelope's. I kissed her on the lips with my vulva, something I know she loves. We attended to every part of her determined to wipe out the bad memories that had gripped our friend. We lay together and slept together in the sun kissed meadow. When we awoke all our spirits were restored. We never spoke of the past again.

It was late when I returned to the chalet. The sun was setting over the horizon, sinking into the sea. Mother and Father were livid and beside themselves with worry. I was grounded. I was thirteen I didn't make any attempt to explain. I just sulked and maintained long silences. I knew that this drove Mother wild. I was sent to bed. I lay thinking about the events of the day. The warm feelings returned and my body started to tingle. The more I thought of Gwen and Penelope the stronger the feelings became. I lay caressing my wispy bush. My mind was far away, on a beach, floating on the water. I caressed my clitoris slowly and gently. I was in no rush. I wanted the dream to last. Soon though, the urgency grew. I was lay with my back arched with four fingers in my vagina, contorted in a silent scream when there was a knock on the door.

I flopped back down just in time as the door opened and Mother walked in, "Are you awake dear?" she asked.

I just grunted, she would take this for petulance, but really it was because I didn't trust my voice.

She had brought me a nightcap of cocoa, "You must understand dear that we worry when we don't know where you are.

You are going to have to stay in tomorrow, your Father is adamant."

I was by now sat up. I sipped at the cocoa, "OK Mum," I said.

She kissed my lightly on the forehead and left.

The following morning I was sat on the veranda with my Dad. He was smoking and I was reading. Mother was just putting the tea try on the side table when Gwen arrived. She was on foot. My mother called to her, "Where's the tractor today?"

"My Father needed it. I fancy a day at the beach."

"I'm sorry," Mother said, "but I'm afraid that she is grounded. She can't come out until tomorrow."

"Is this because we were late? I'm afraid that was my fault or rather the Lady's car's fault. It broke down, you see."

"I don't know about that, but still, she is grounded, her Father is Adamant, sorry."

Gwen turned with her head bowed and set off back to the road.

I banged my cup down and stamped my feet as I got up and retired to my bedroom. I had taken my book with me and was reading it when I heard the familiar toot, toot, toot of the car horn. I heard Penelope's voice, "Hello."

I came out to the veranda in time to see her get out of the car. She was dressed in the same white swimsuit and the big hat. "I feel terrible," she was saying. "It was all my fault, or rather the pesky car. Your lovely daughter and her friend rescued me again." She pointed at the gleaming car, "The dammed thing broke down. I do apologise, but it really is a darned shame if the girlie is in trouble."

My Dad was putty in her hands. He was mesmerised by her. The lovely figure in the white swimsuit held his gaze. He had remained motionless. His mouth had fallen open, but somehow the cigarette stayed in place. He coughed causing the ash to fall all over him. He stood up and brushed it off him. He found his voice, "I see, I didn't know, I mean urm, well we were worried."

"Yes I see," she said, "I am most awfully sorry, please accept my apology. We had planned a trip to the beach. Would it be ok if Gill came along too?"

Father turned and called out, "What do you think Mother?"

That was always his surrender call, "It's up to you," was the reply.

I grabbed my hat and jumped into the car. As soon as we were out of earshot, "You owe me a massive fuck young lady," she said. Just up the lane Gwen was sat on the gate where we had stopped before. We pulled up and I let Gwen into the car and sat on her knee, making sure that I could see both her hands. She just giggled and we sped off.

"Where are we going?"

It was Penelope that answered. "I have found a bunch of keys at the cottage that don't fit anything. I think one of them must be the chalet on our beach."

"It's our beach now is it?" I asked.

"It will forever be our beach darling," she laughed.

We soon arrived at the cliff top where we had parked before. There was another car parked there. "Who's that?" I asked.

"It is no one local," Gwen said.

I forgot that the Welsh know everyone around.

We could see from the steps that there was a party of people on the beach. As we got down we could see that there was a fat woman of about fifty, a younger woman of about twenty and a girl of about ten. "Looks like three generations," I said.

"Hello," the older woman said.

Penelope walked up to her, "What are you doing here? This is a private beach."

"I didn't know, we just pulled over for a picnic and saw the steps."

Penelope smiled her sweet smile, "I would invite you stay, but it is awkward with the child. You see this is a nudist beach."

"Oh, that's ok," she said, "We don't stand on ceremony at home."

"Ok, well if you're sure."

Penelope returned, "Well that didn't work too well did it. They're staying."

The family was already stripping off.

Gwen sighed "Oh well, open the chalet and we can lock up our clothes in there."

Penelope started trying the bunch of keys, eventually one turned and the door opened. We all peered in with our mouths open.

I'm beginning to like your late Gran," I said.

It was a sauna. There was a hearth with huge pebbles arranged on it. The walls were wooden with wooden benches all around. In the centre was an island made of latted wood and with bench steps all around. There was a sink with a jug sat under the tap. There was a small out building which later revealed a large gas cylinder. There were hooks on the wall with twigs bound into bunches with string.

"Oh my god, let's get it fired up," I said. "Leave this to me," said Penelope, "I know about these things."

Gwen and I left her to it. We stripped naked. We took our towels and arranged them where we could sunbath and watch the nude family from a safe distance. We guessed that it was a grandmother, mother and daughter. The grandmother was about fifty and fat. She had dark hair that looked spikey in the salt air. There was a heart shaped tattoo on her left breast, which would have been over her heart when she was younger, but know it lay on the floppy breast that rested on the rolling fat stomach. Her mass of pubic hair covered almost the whole of her from her naval to her thighs.

Her daughter was about twenty and beautifully proportioned. She was about five foot eight and slim. She would have been very attractive were it not for the streaky blond hair and the huge tattoo. It was a snake in vivid colour. The head was attacking her left breast with its mouth open showing its fangs. Its body twisted round to her right waist and back across her stomach to where its tail pointed to her vagina. The rattlers tail was a narrow strip of dark pubic hair.

The child was very pretty with shoulder length dark hair and a flawless, hairless body. The child was running in and out of the sea. The grandmother was sat reading and the daughter was laid on her back sunbathing. They were disinterested in us. We settled down and coated each other with lotion. Caressing each other's clitoris and vaginas secretly, disguising the movements with lotion application and subduing and containing our orgasms. This was an exquisite torture. We only allowed ourselves soft gasping into each other's ear.

We watched the approach of Penelope dressed only in her big hat, the uneven sand causing her to stumble throwing her lovely hips from one side to the other. This action set her breast swinging and the cool air had her nipples out. The fat grandmother watched her every step and was gently, and maybe absentmindedly, rubbing her bush. We gathered our things and walked towards her. We smiled at each other when we noticed that the frequency of the rubbing had increased.

The heat hit us in the face as we entered the sauna. It was full of steam. Sweat sprung from every pore. We sat down on the side benches. Penelope took hold of a bunch of twigs, "This gets the blood running and is very good for you." She began to hit herself on the arms, shoulders and her back.

She told me to lie on the island, "You will love this," she said. I lay face down onto the island. I clasped my hands above my head and had my face resting on my towel. I closed my eyes.

Sweat was running off me and a rivulet ran down my spine.

I felt the twigs running gently over my body which sent a surge of energy to my vagina. She then gently hit me with it. There was a mild sharpness that further heightened the fingers of energy running through me. She then hit me with a sharp stroke across my buttocks. The pain made me gasp and made my vagina gape and weep. She gradually increased the intensity of the strokes, but my endorphins took over and the pain was replaced with intense pleasure. I spread my legs wide, I wanted to be fucked, this led to my vagina receiving stokes of the twigs.

I turned over and lay on my back. I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to break the spell. One of them lashed my breast and stomach and the other lashed my pubis, my clitoris and my vagina. I was on the edge of ecstasy close to my climax when suddenly and with perfect timing my vagina was filled with fingers and I was fucked senseless. Having learned from Penelope's expertise, the same treatment was handing out to the two of them.

My parents were pleased that I had learned my lesson and had arrived back at the chalet in time for our meal. The one piece swimming costume that they insisted I wore, in order to maintain my youthful modesty, was completely hiding the red marks of the twigs that covered my body and caused exquisite pain when ever I moved. Mother kissed me, "See, it is much nicer when you are a good girl."

"Yes Mum," I said.