Chapter 5

The next four days were a constant round of playing, kissing, lapping and fucking. Jane had attempted to resist her second fuck, but her father would not accept refusal.

To her surprise, it was not painful like the first, but instead, gave her pleasure. It gave her even more when the man forced himself to hold back until, at last, she came for the first time with a cock inside her.

When John had to be away from the house on business, the two young women amused themselves by doing everything except wearing clothes. They shared Jenny's work so that there was more time for play.

They made up games which they could play while working, and as a result of each such game, the winner would take the loser over her lap and give her a prescribed number of spanks on the bare bum.

After just a little of this sort of game, both females boasted nicely colored, very warm arse cheeks. When John would come home, he would see what they had been doing, pretend to scold them, then take them, one at a time, over his lap and administer even more spanks.

This, of course, invariably made his big cock hard and hungry, so, the girls would play another game with the winner getting the right to take the ready cock. Whether she sucked it off or fitted it into her slit for a nice fucking was up to the winner each time.

As a consolation prize, the losing girl was played with and had her cunny lapped by the man until she came. Only then did the winner get to collect her prize.

Somewhat to her surprise, Jane discovered that she adored sucking a cock and feeling the lovely fluid gush into her mouth when the man squirted. As a result, she sucked her father off more often than she fucked him.

When John was not able to get his tool hard, there were still many things to be done. There was always spanking, of course, and in addition, John became a great devotee of arse licking.

Often, he would have the two girls lie side by side on the bed with their bums up. Moving from one to the other he would kiss and lick the pretty, plump cheeks for a little while before having both them raise their arses up high.

Then he would part the cheeks of one arse, lick the pink hole for a little while as he fingered the other, then he would change positions. During these long sessions, one girl always had a tongue or a finger probing her arsehole.

The three had built a beautiful new world all their own and they ruled supreme in it. They did, that is, until late on the fifth evening after Jane's seduction.

The invasion of their world was a shocking surprise for all of them. Undoubtedly suspicious, Jane's mother entered the house very quietly, sneaked along the halls until she reached the bedroom, pushing the door open.

What she saw brought a scream from her throat as she clutched at the door frame for support.

She had expected to find her husband in bed with the pretty maid, but she was not at all prepared for the sight of finding him lying atop their daughter with his prick still inside her slit as he fingered the twat of the maid.

The three nudes leaped at the sound and all turned deathly pale. Jane heard words and saw anger then which were new to her. Although Jenny was included in the tirade, most of the venom seemed directed toward her and her father.

For a long time, the tirade continued, then, lane and Jenny were sent to their rooms. Just as the door closed behind them, Jane heard her mother tell John to turn over on his belly.

There was a loud, slapping sound and Jenny informed Jane that it was caused by a leather belt. John was being strapped by his wife and was powerless to resist.

The slapping sounds continued for a long time, and, while it did, the two girls huddled together near the door of Jane's bedroom. While the woman was busy strapping, they knew, there was no chance that she'd catch them.

"What is going to happen to us?" Jane asked with tears in her eyes and in her voice.

"She will beat the arses off us, I guess," Jenny replied without any great show of emotion in her voice. "After that," her voice began to break, "she will send me away so that I shall never see you again."

Suddenly, Jane stopped crying and her face took on a look of determination.

"Are you sure she will dismiss you, Jenny?"

"Of course she will. How could you think anything else? As soon as I have received my beating, I will be thrown out of the house. I only hope she permits me time to pack a few clothes."

"Very well then, Jenny. I suspect she will give me my beating first. When it is over, I shall pack my things and meet you in the hedge near the back gate. If she heats you first, you wait for me there."

"Thank you dear, but I cannot permit you to take such a step. You are too young to leave your family."

"Are you crazy, Jenny. What life would there be for me here after tonight?"

Just then, the strapping 'topped and the man's crying became much louder as the door of the master bedroom opened. It was time to end their conversation and Jane was in a state of panic over the fact that they had not reached an agreement.

"I'll meet you in the hedge," Jenny whispered as she left and hurried toward her room to await the beating.

It was then only a matter of which of them would be beaten first. Jane had left the door of her room open and the question was answered for her when her mother strode into the room with the wide leather belt held doubled in her right hand.

"Lie down on the bed and turn your whore's arse up for the beating of your life," the woman commanded.

Without a word, Jane walked to the bed with surprising calmness, dropped onto it and rolled over onto her tummy so that her bum was well presented.

The strap came down almost at once and Jane cried out as it stung like fire. While the woman breathed deeply, the strap rose and fell as Jane screamed and writhed in pain. Vaguely, she was aware that her mother was shouting at her, calling her a whore and other words which she could not understand.

At one point, Jane was unable to resist throwing herself over onto her back to escape the vicious strap which she was sure had cut her arse to ribbons.

She found no relief though, because without a break in the rhythm, the woman kept strapping. The first slapped across the fronts of her thighs just below her cunny bush.

The second burned a raw line across her belly. Jane threw herself over very quickly then and the screaming woman resumed strapping her heaving and bouncing arse until Jane was sure she would faint and that the screams would tear her throat out.

The strapping ended at last and the woman stood looking down at her screaming daughter for a while without saying anything. At last, Jane heard a threat that unless she stopped crying and listened at once, she would receive another fifty lashes of the strap.

Although she could not completely stop her sobbing, she hushed her crying enough to hear the woman tell her that she was going to be strapped like that every day until her mother was satisfied that she had been sufficiently punished.

Jane tried to get up immediately as her mother left the room, but she couldn't quite make it. She was just too weak from the strapping and screaming.

In just a little while, she heard the sound of strapping again and it jolted her into action. There was a medium sized leather case in her closet and she hurriedly stuffed clothes into it without really knowing or caring much what sort of things she collected.

When it was full, she walked to the door of her room and was about to leave when she realized that she was still naked. Putting the case down, she rummaged about the room for more clothes and found enough to dress herself.

Then, the sound of the strapping from Jenny's room ended and Jane froze in panic. If her mother caught her trying to escape, she sensed, there would be another strapping and a much more terrible one.

Hurriedly, she closed the door as gently as possible and, pushing the packed suitcase behind her dresser, she sat on her bed and sobbed a little louder than she needed to.

She heard footsteps as her mother approached the door, but they went right on past without a pause. Jane breathed a deep sigh of relief.

In a little while, she heard her mother's voice again. It came from the master bedroom where her father was receiving the second round of exposure to her temper.

Poor daddy, Jane thought as she got up and walked silently toward Jenny's room.

She found Jenny lying on the bed rubbing a blazing red arse and crying so hard that she seemed to be choking. Jane hurried over to comfort the maid and found that in doing so, she was able, for the first time since the strapping, to still her own sobbing.

Gradually, Jenny was able to get herself under control although she still sobbed. From the master bedroom came the frightening sound of the strap again. That seemed to be all that was required to spur Jenny into action.

Drying her eyes and smearing more tearstains across her face, the maid saw that Jane was already dressed and packed. Quickly, she gathered her clothes and a few toilet articles, put some of the clothes on and stuffed the remainder into an old and battered case she took from her closet.

Since the strapping and screaming continued, they moved quietly along the hall toward the back stairs. That way, it would be possible to slip quietly out the back door, along a broad lawn and through the hedge gate.

They made the journey without event and even when they, with a sigh, reached the relative safety of the outdoors, it was loudly obvious that John's second strapping was still in painful progress.

There was a moon shining and it provided enough light so that they were able to walk across the fields toward the road which led to London. They had already agreed that London was to be their destination since it was big enough so that they could lose themselves in the event that Jane's mother made any effort to find her and bring her home to receive even more strappings.

It was more than a mile to the road, but neither girl was in a frame of mind to complain about distance. Distance was just what they wanted, great quantities of it between them and Jane's mother.

They had gone almost half the distance when Jenny stopped suddenly and put her suitcase down.

"Jane dear," she said wearily, "my poor arse is still on fire. I am going to try to hitch my skirts up so that the cool air may help soothe it."

Because it seemed like such a good idea, Jane giggled just a little as she set her case down and did the same thing. Both wore belts and it was simple to tuck dress and linen petticoat under the belt.

When they began walking again, they laughingly agreed that there was a delicious sense of naughtiness in walking nude from the waist down. In addition to that, the cool night air did seem to remove some of the fire from blazing arse cheeks. Time too, they agreed, would be required to remove the sting entirely, but there was an improvement and anything, at that stage, helped.

Reaching the road at last, they paused and wondered what to do next. It was clear to both that London was too great a distance to be walked, and yet, they agreed it would be an act of foolishness to just stand there waiting for Jane's mother to come and find them.

"Perhaps the first thing we should do," Jenny said with a little giggle, "is pull our clothes down in the event that a coach happens to come along."

"It could be," Jane replied with a giggle of her own, "that we would stand a better chance of getting a ride if we stayed as we are."

"That kind of a ride, my dear, will not get us to London," Jenny said a little more drily as she untangled her skirts and dropped them into place. Jane followed suit.

Agreeing that it was better to keep moving, they began walking in the direction of London. There was no traffic on the road at all, but that was not surprising.

Travellers on the way to London would already have stopped at inns to spend the night. It was probable that they would not get a ride until the morning, if they were lucky enough to get one then.

"Let us suppose," Jenny began as they went on walking, "that some traveller offers to give us a lift in exchange for one of us .fucking with him. Would you agree to that?"

"Agree?" Jane replied brightly. "I should be more than delighted. After all, we both enjoy fucking and it has gotten us into this mess, if it can get us away from it, so much the better. In fact, if some attractive gentleman offers to take us to London, I think I should offer him a nice fuck out of a sense of gratitude "

"Oh you darling," Jenny said with a little laugh, "I was, I must confess, a little concerned because of your youth. Now I am sure we shall get to London and have a wonderful life there."

They trudged on. After what seemed like many hours, they admitted to each other that they were too tired to walk another step. They did, however, manage the few steps it required to cross the ditch and collapse on a patch of grass very near the road.

With their arms around each other, they sat close, leaning back against a big oak tree. The night air had become a little less than pleasantly cool and each felt the other shiver.

"Do you truly think we shall reach London?" Jane asked in a voice which quivered as if tears were close.

"Of course we shall, dear," Jenny comforted her as she drew her arms more tightly around her. "Not only shall we reach London, but we shall have a wonderful life there. I am told that it is a beautiful, exciting city, filled with handsome, wealthy men."

"But would they be interested in us?" Jane persisted as if unable to accept cheer.

"My dear Jane," this time Jenny cupped a teat as she spoke, "there is one thing which appeals to all men and that is the body of a beautiful female. We are both very beautiful and our bodies will win away much of the money men earn with their brains."

Agreeing that they should try to sleep, they leaned against each other and closed their eyes. Sleep was not easy under the circumstances, but they did manage to doze a few times and they rested.

The eastern sky was light grey with the approach of the rising sun when they heard the creaking of a cart in the distance.

Jenny heard it first and gently shook Jane awake. Sensing that it could be their ride to London, she wanted the younger girl fully awake to help greet the early traveller.

"But what," Jane asked sleepily, "if it is mother looking for us?"

"Hear how slowly it is moving, dear," Jenny replied. "It is not a carriage at all. A farm cart, more likely, perhaps carrying hay. At any rate, not manure."

Jane surprised herself by being able to laugh at that. They waited, holding hands, as the cart approached the end in the road to their left.

They saw the pair of horses first, then the shape of a lone man sitting on the raised seat. Because the light was poor, they were unable to estimate his age or looks at that distance, but at least, as Jenny told her friend, it was not possible that her mother had come looking for her in a farm wagon.

Picking up their cases, they ran out onto the road to stop the wagon and beg a ride in the direction of London. As the wagon approached, the driver looked startled to see two beautiful young women standing there, but he did pull the horses to a halt as they called and waved to him in a frantic manner.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a startled tone that was not without suspicion.

"We are going to London," Jenny replied clearly and with more confidence than she felt.

"Walking? London is a far distance for a pair of girls."

"But we won't be walking if you give us a lift," Jenny replied as she noticed that the driver was a young farm lad probably no older than Jane.

"I suppose that's so," the lad answered with a serious expression as if he had just been exposed to the philosophy of ancient Greece. "But why should I?" he asked in a most belligerent manner as his expression changed.

"I can show you two very good reasons," Jenny countered.

Setting her case down, she caught the hem of her skirt and pulled upward. In the early morning light, her legs and thighs gleamed white and exciting. Instinct told her that she had won her point and they would get their ride.

"I warn you," he managed to say after licking his lips which had suddenly become dry, "I do not go all the way into London."

"That is fine," she called back. "How far do you go?"

"Windsor."

"But is that not part of London?"

"No, Miss, but it is very close."

Jenny knew that, and knew too that it was far better than remaining so close to Basingstoke where Jane's mother could find them or send riders in search of them. Anything was better than returning to the sting of that bloody leather belt.

"Can you pay for your ride?" the farm lad called down with a suspicious look.

"Of course we can," Jenny answered. "How much money have you. You look like runaways to me."

"We have no money."

"Then how can you pay?"

"Foolish boy," Jenny said gently as she again raised her skirts. This time, she pulled them all the way up to her waist to show him cunny bush and belly. "If this does not look like payment enough, my friend has the same sort of equipment."

Catching the meaning of Jenny's words, Jane hiked her skirts up as well, but did so with her back turned to him so that he had a lovely view of her nicely curved arse.

"Climb up," he said and they heard the nervousness in his voice.

It was too difficult for the women to manage alone, so Jenny asked for help. His hands trembled as be helped them one after the other until Jane sat on the canvas cover of the load and Jenny sat beside him on the hard seat.

He started the wagon and Jenny noticed him staring at her. She was surprised to see that he was looking at the prominent bulge of her titties rather than her legs as she would have expected.

"Would you like to see them?" she asked as she cupped them from below.

"I surely would," he answered in a passionate tone.

"Very well then, look straight ahead and do not turn your head until I tell you."

As she unfastened the front of her frock, he surprised her again by staring straight ahead as if fitted with blinkers. She took her beauties out and pulled her clothes nicely away from them before telling him to have a look.

Both his mouth and his eyes opened wide at the sight of Jenny sitting there beside him, her big, beautiful bubbies dancing to the bumpy motion of the wagon.

When the simple boy did not seem to know what to do or say, she took one of his hands and placed it on a teat. It closed around the smooth flesh so hard that she gasped and told him to be more gentle.

"Have you never seen or felt a teat before?" she asked in a quit, interested manner.

It was the beginning of a series of questions which led to an admission that he had never fucked and never seen the form of a woman unclothed.

It was then that Jenny told him that as payment for the ride, they would stop somewhere along the road, go into the bushes and strip naked. He would be permitted to feel both of them and, when he was ready, fuck either of them.

He wanted to stop and get at it there and then, but Jenny pointed out that they were cold from having slept in the field through the night. She managed to convince him that it would be better for all of them after the sun had come well up and heated the air.

The lad drove on and from time to time, Jenny gave him a little look at her titties or her thighs. Determined to do her share, Jane also entertained him from behind with her titties, legs and arse.

Jenny guessed it was a little after ten o'clock when the boy become so impatient that she agreed it would be warm enough if he could find a place to get the wagon off the road.

Not long after that, the driver spotted a little used road and turned the horses into it. After driving a few yards, there was a clearing in the bushes so he turned the wagon into it and the horses stopped.

Following Jenny's instructions, he clambered down first, then helped them to the grass. In merely doing that, he saw a lot more bare female than ever before since their skirts were wide and he stood directly below them. Still, it was obvious that neither of the girls minded at all, especially since they tugged their skirts well up before beginning to step down.

Boldly, Jenny caught the front of his pants in her hand and felt a firm cock that seemed to be a good size for one so young. She told him so and he blushed with pleasure.

Both girls began undressing then and they thought the lad would go out of his mind with excitement as they bared their bodies to him.

His hands and eyes moved from one to the other as if he had no idea what to do next. Jenny solved that problem for him by telling him to take his clothes off. Since he wore only a shirt and pants, it did not take long at all.

Moving up to him, Jenny ran her hands over his arms, chest, belly and arse before she finally took his rigid cock in her hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"Isn't it going to feel nice when you have this pushed right into a nice soft cunt?" she asked. "Which one of us do you want?"

"How about the two of you?" he replied eagerly. "Of course, but after you fuck one, it will be a long time before your cock can get hard again."

"Does it have to be hard?"

"Look," she said gently, "it's like frigging yourself. After you've done it, you can't do it again for a long time, can you?"

"That's right," he admitted but not without reluctance.

"I'll tell you what," Jenny went on. "There is another game you can play. It is called sucking cunny. You press your mouth to a pretty cunt, suck on it and lick inside with your tongue. You can do that to one of us and then fuck the other when you finish."

"I heard about sucking a cunt," he said with a strange expression. "Is it really true?"

"Of course it is," she assured him, "and it is wonderful fun for the man. A cunt has a sweet taste and a lovely feel."

Following Jenny's instructions, Jane dropped to her back on the grass and spread herself to surrender her cunt. Jenny dropped between her thighs and, telling the lad to watch, she began lapping Jane's twat.

After a minute, she stopped and the boy didn't have to be invited. He almost threw himself into Jane's crotch and began sucking her twat at once.

"Use your tongue," Jane panted.

Kneeling beside the boy, Jenny told him to get his tongue well inside and lick with it while he sucked. The look of hot lust on Jane's face told her that he had followed orders well.

As Jane felt her come approaching, her thrill was greater as she realized she had been sucked off by an excited boy, one who had never even seen a cunny before, let alone lap one.

In her final spasm, Jane threw her arse high in the air and carried the surprised lad with her.

At that point, Jenny, who had been fingering her slit to get close because she knew the boy would not last long once he began fucking her, pulled him away from Jane's crotch and fell into a nice fucking position. The boy came to her and she was quick to guide his stiff prick into her anxious twat.

He fucked like an animal with long, fast, hard strokes as Jenny writhed in passion and exquisite delight under the slamming weight of his strong young body.

Before long, Jenny learned that she had been wise in frigging herself almost to the point of coming. With his oak hard cock driving in her slit, she was just into her come when she felt his trembling in her crotch as he shot his juice to her. He delivered a nice quantity and Jenny decided that, all in all, it had been a reasonably good fuck.

Dressing then, they resumed their journey. Jenny and Jane reached London early that evening.