Chapter 2
Jane's Story yet father had been gone less than five minutes when I went to the kitchen where Jenny was working and blurted out the story of what I had heard and seen the previous night.
At first, there was a look of horror in the maid's eyes, but she brought it under control and her voice sounded only a little different as she asked a few questions, the answers to which, told her that I had indeed seen everything they had done on the bed.
"This is no place to talk of such matters," the maid then said without anger. "Let's go to the room where it all happened and I'll tell you about it" eagerly, i took the older girl's hand and we wem into father's bedroom. The sheets were still mussed, but Jenny threw the covers off so that they could sit and talk.
"First," Jenny began, "you must swear to me that you will never speak to your mother or to any other person of what you saw last night. Is that clear?"
"Oh yes, Jenny, it is clear." Having worded it in such a manner, I felt she hadn't truly sworn and would thus be free to discuss it with my best friend, Mary.
"Please tell me everything. Start with the spanking first and tell me about it and all the things after."
To my great relief, she began doing just that and as she talked, I felt last night's thrill coming back in full force.
"A lot of people enjoy spanking," she confided. "Your father likes to spank and so do I. I also like to take one, so that's the way it worked out last night."
I urged her to go on with the story, but she paused and told me that some things could be demonstrated better than explained in words alone. She suggested we remove our robes and nighties which we both wore.
When she saw I was nervous about doing such a thing, she jumped up from the bed, slipped her robe off and jerked her nightie over her head to stand bare naked before me. The thrill of excitement which swept over me then was sufficient to overcome most of my nervousness.
My fingers trembled only a little as I unfastened my robe and removed it. I was a little more nervous when it came to taking my nightie off, but I managed it. The promise of all the things she would tell me about life of baring myself before another person for the first time since I was a baby.
I trembled when I saw the way Jenny looked at my body as I stood naked. I was not quite as well developed as she, but still, even compared to her fully developed body, mine, I saw was good.
That realization made me feel a little less nervous. We sat on the bed again and Jenny slipped an arm around my waist as she began talking to me again in a voice that was now more gentle and warm than it had been before.
"You are a very beautiful young woman, Jane," she said in what was little more than a whisper. "I never realized," she concluded.
I thanked her, but it made me feel strange to have her sitting naked beside my nudity as she said it.
Her voice remained excited and exciting as she told me that I should learn about spanking first since it was what I had seen first.
I didn't like the idea of submitting my bum to have it spanked, but on the other hand, I would have appeared like a baby if I declined. I wanted her to keep on considering me a young woman. It was the only way I could get her to tell me all the things I needed to know and understand.
Instead of spanking me though, she turned and draped her beautiful body over my lap with the swells of her lovely arse just a little to my right. It was the same way she had lain for my father the previous night.
Warning me that I would have to spank as hard as I could to make it good, she told me to get started and to count off ten hard ones on each cheek.
Raising my right hand, I tried to control the trembling of it as I brought it down in what I thought was a hard spank. I almost cried out at the thrill which swept all through me as my palm made contact with that lovely, smooth, firm bum cheek.
"That wasn't a spank, silly," she turned and laughed with her eyes sparkling. "That was just a love pat. Come on now."
Being laughed at spurred me on so that the next spank I gave her was a really hard one. It must have stung her arse since it stung my hand. I could tell that she liked it when she caused her bum to wriggle over my lap and raised it high as if to meet the next spank on the way down.
The sounds of my palm spanking her lovely big bum were, if anything, more exciting that the feel of her nicely round cheeks under my hand.
I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that instead of only the ten she had asked for, I gave her two more hard ones.
When she got up, there were tears in her eyes, but such a happy smile on her lovely face. When she took me across her lap for my spanking, I did not protest at ail and was not even very nervous about it.
She gripped me tightly with her left arm around my waist, ran her right hand over both cheeks, then after patting them and telling me how beautiful they were, she began spanking me.
Before the ten on each cheek which she had promised me, I was sobbing and crying. Still, she did not stop until she had given me the full dose.
Later, she explained that spanking is no fun if it stops before it had run its course just because the victim cries and sobs. Usually, she told me, she starts sobbing and pleading before the spanking starts and pretends to cry until the real tears come.
It sounded all very strange to me, but I had to admit that my bum, by then, was feeling nice and tingly. I told her and was rewarded by a big hug and a kiss on the mouth as our titties rubbed together in a way that made me highly excited. I would never have believed that two women could do such things to each other, but Jenny assured me that it happens very often, especially among ladies of the upper class.
I expressed a fear that I was too dumb and would never be able to learn all the things she knew about life. With a friendly little laugh, she assured me that I was not stupid at all and that she was a good teacher who would enjoy working with me.
She went on with the teaching then and did it by taking both my teats into her hands and rubbing them. From time to time, she would tweak my nipples between finger and thumb so that they grew most deliriously and tingled almost the way the cheeks of my bum still tingled.
Jenny bent her head then and I felt her feeding one of my teats into her mouth. At once, she began to suck as she had been sucked by my father the evening before. Instantly, I was able to understand why women liked having their teats sucked. It was a wonderful feeling and I almost cried when she took her mouth off the wet teat to transfer to the left one. Once she had completed the transfer, I no longer wanted to cry except, perhaps out of joy and excitement as I felt her mouth sucking while I reached down to play with the nipple she had made so big and hard and wet with her tongue. I couldn't believe that this big reddish beauty was realty the little pink one I had known for so long.
Jenny stopped sucking then and pushed me down on the bed. Leaning over me, she fed me her titties one at a time as she had done to daddy and I loved sucking them. I tried to pull a whole one into my mouth and, although it proved impossible, still the effort was delightful fun.
I sucked them both and felt the lower portion of her body rubbing against me in a lovely manner which made me feel a lot hotter all over and more excited.
It was when she had removed her second teat from my mouth that I asked if it were true that daddy had actually been kissing and sucking in her crotch.
As she moved me on the bed and parted my thighs a little, she assured me that both men and women enjoyed sucking cunny. She told me that it was called many things such as lapping, sucking and diving and that it too was a common sport among ladies of fashion.
While she talked, she was stroking my little slit and making it so hot that I feared it was going to catch fire and burn me up. It didn't, of course, and when she suggested that we compare cunnies, I was not just willing, I was dying to see hers and show her mine.
As usual, she heleped me by taking the lead. Falling back on the bed, she threw her legs up, opened them and invited me to both look and touch. I hurriedly did both.
Her whole crotch looked beautiful, especially since it was framed by her lovely white thighs and the lower portion of her lovely bum cheeks.
When I touched it with my fingers between the pretty pink lips, I moved a little inside and found her very wet and hot. She wriggled her arse on the bed and I guessed she was feeling much as I had the previous night when my finger in my cunny gave me that strange wild feeling all over.
I told her about it and Jenny informed me that what I had done was called frigging and that I had done it so well that I had enjoyed a come. She promised to tell me a lot more about coming and to give me some demonstrations of it before the day was over.
Then, it became my turn to show her my cunny. Jenny chose to have me lie with my bum on the very edge of the bed and my legs opened and pulled well back. Without understanding why, I was quick to do so and surprised when I saw her kneel on the floor close to me.
It was then that I understood that in this way, she could bring her face close to my crotch and look inside with comfort. First, she looked and told me that it was the most beautiful cunt she had ever seen, after that, she began fondling both inside and out with her fingers and did it in such a way that I caught myself wanting to scream for joy.
Jenny changed her position a little then, held my thighs with both hands, and I did cry out when I felt her mouth press right against my cunny slit in a most passionate kiss.
Moments later, it stopped being just a kiss as she began slipping her wet, rough tongue inside to lick while her mouth made the kind of sucking sounds I heard when daddy sucked her cunt.
Her mouth and tongue drove me wild with passion such as I had never even dreamed of, but her hands held me in a strong and comforting manner as I rolled a little from side to side, but never got away from her mouth. Needless to say, there was no wish on my part to get away, but I could not keep my body still while she lapped my slit so well.
This time, I recognized the beginning of the feeling I had experienced last night. Because I knew now what it was, that it was a thing called coming which all women enjoyed, I just let myself go as it swept all over me.
It felt wonderful and, because we were alone in the house, I didn't try to hold the scream back. Jenny acted quite pleased and her mouth pressed more firmly against my twat while her hands held me tightly and rubbed in a most wonderful way until I stopped making such a fuss and just lay there panting, watching my titties rise and fall with the exertion of my breathing.
In a little while, Jenny told me that it was my turn to do it to her and enjoy the wonderful taste of cunny. Turning on the bed, she got into the same position I had used and got me to kneel on the floor close to the bed.
How beautiful her thighs, crotch, arse and darling cunt looked in that position. I don't know how long I would have stared, but she told me to get going and I brought my face to her beautiful crotch.
Just before my mouth reached her cunny, I paused to inhale and was thrilled by a delicious aroma I had never before scented. I guessed that rather than some perfume she had applied, it was the natural odor of cunny.
I saw and felt her twitching and she cursed as she told me to start sucking. Hurriedly, I glued my mouth to her cunny and it felt so delightful. In a minute, I pushed my tongue in as she had done and began to suck her cunt while moving my tongue around inside her very wet slit.
Remembering what had happened when I rubbed the little bud inside my cunny, I searched for hers with my tongue and found it much closer to the outside than I expected. When I did find it, I knew I had guessed correctly by the little gasp she emitted as her bum jerked off the bed for just a moment as I went on sucking.
"Oh you're good, baby," she sighed. "You suck like a princess and make me feel like a queen. Suck, baby. Lick me until I scream."
There were more words, but I didn't really hear them as I was lost in the delicious enjoyment of sucking the first cunt I have ever seen, the first, except for my own, I had ever touched.
Having tasted such wonderful joy, I knew then, as my head swam in delightful dizziness, I was sure I would want to go on tasting such heavenly enjoyment as long as I lived. Nothing I had ever known was anything like this.
It became Jenny's torn to cry out then and her cry filled the room as her lovely body jerked and trembled under me and I knew she was having a come. I went right on sucking until she pushed at me with her thighs and feet and rolled away from me.
She just lay there on her tummy, her arse jiggling and heaving and I hoped I had not hurt her in some way that I did not understand.
After a minute, she rolled over and there were stars in her eyes as she told me in a tired but beautiful voice, just how beautifully I sucked her cunny and how she wanted me to do it to her often in the future.
We lay together for a long time while Jenny told me many exciting things which men and women, women and women, and men and men can do together when they are bare naked and excited.
She told me of things like having a man stick his prick up the hole between the bum cheeks instead of the cunny in what is called buggering. She also told how many men liked to have other men bugger them or to bugger little boys and pull the boy's cock at the same time until it squirted hot cream.
The thing called cream called for more answers and she told me of the balls which manufacture cream to be shot out through a small hole in the end of the cock.
Jenny assured me that many women like to suck cocks instead of taking them in the cunny or arsehole. She also said that often, even when mother was in the house, she and father would come together in some quiet room where he would take out his big, hard cock which she would force into her mouth until he gave her a refreshing drink of thick cream.
It all sounded so exciting and Jenny assured me that there were many more things for me to learn, things she would teach me, but that I must promise never to talk about them to other persons who would make trouble for her, father and mostly for me.
I gave her another solemn promise and this time, told myself that I would not tell Mary about it after all since Jenny had been so good and sweet to me.