“Stand with your legs apart a bit, dear.”
Lizzie trembled with a mix of fear and shame, but she did as she was told, widening her stance. Miss Penry took a clean towel and dipped it in the warm water. She gently wrung out the cloth. The governess then pressed the damp cloth against Lizzie’s small, hairless crotch. Lizzie looked away. Penry gently but expertly cleaned up the thin adolescent girl’s bloodstained groin, all the while calming Lizzie with soft words and tender eyes.
Finally finished, Penry put her hand on Lizzie’s chin, bringing the girls’ eyes into contact with her own. Smiling warmly, she regained Lizzie’s confidence.
“Now, let me show you what you need to do. You’ll have lots of practice.”
The governess covered Lizzie with a robe, and then showed her the time-tested methods of dealing with menses. Her gentle instruction and calm demeanor kept the girl comfortable, and soon the two joked about the burdens of womanhood.
From that day forward, Lizzie no longer harbored any fears or suspicions of her governess. The two had shared a bonding moment, and while Lizzie continued to earn the wrath of the governess while playing too roughly with her brothers, she no longer despised or distrusted her.
One evening after Miss Penry had put the children to bed, she walked down the hall towards her room, ready to put on her own bedclothes and do some reading. She left Lizzie’s room, passed Raymond’s room and as she neared Archie’s room, she heard a sound. She pressed her ear to his door. It sounded like Archie was having a nightmare. She could hear him thrashing and groaning. She quietly opened his door and peered inside. Miss Penry almost gasped aloud.
Archie was standing on his bed. His slight naked body glowed yellow with the light from his bedside lamp. The young boy stood profile to Miss Penry’s unseen view. He looked down at his crotch. There, a thin erection stood straight out from his hairless body. Archie’s right hand came onto his penis, and he variously pulled, bent and squeezed it. His face contorted through expressions of confusion, pleasure and curiosity.
Miss Penry nearly burst into the room to stop the lad, but she felt compassion for what she knew was an awkward time of discovery that Archie must be going through. She checked herself, lingering just a moment longer in fascination before quietly closing the door. She smiled to herself as she withdrew to her own room, her face slightly flushed.
Several more months passed by. Several times more she found Archie at play with his penis, always while standing on his bed, and each time she declined to stop him. She found it entertaining, and she remembered her own adolescence, though it seemed like a thousand years ago. She began to remember her own desires, distant and forgotten.
On one of those “Archie” nights, as she readied herself for bed, she disrobed and looked at herself in an old mirror. Her eyes moved over her matronly form: her saggy breasts, her fatty stomach, her wide hips, and her stocky legs. She nearly wept when she recalled what she’d looked like in her youth. Slowly, the statuesque shape of a curvaceous young woman replaced the image in the mirror. Full pert breasts stood proud atop a thin waist and flat stomach. Long slender legs with graceful calves ended in shapely feet. Slowly Miss Penry moved her hands over her body. She watched her hands wrap around her young breasts in the mirror. Her hands moved down her shapely sides. She rested her hands on her rear, and it felt smooth and taut against her palms. Her hands moved around her hips, and disappeared between her legs. As her fingers passed through the rough coils of coarse hair, she felt the warmth and moisture of her most feminine place. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she slowly explored a part of her that she’s ignored and forgotten for so many years. In the diffuse glow of the bedside lamp, the aging Miss Penry tearfully plied her loins and brought herself to the first climax she’d had in thirty over years.
Late one night in mid-winter, Lizzie summoned Miss Penry to her room. The governess entered the room quickly, concerned at this unexpected call. Lizzie sat in bed, looking slightly embarrassed. Miss Penry flowed to her bedside and sat beside her young charge. She tenderly brushed Lizzie’s hair from her face.
“What is it, my dear Miss Elizabeth? Are you unwell?”
Lizzie shook her head ambiguously. Miss Penry couldn’t tell if she meant No, she wasn’t unwell, or No, she was unwell?
“Well? Out with it, dear!” Miss Penry cooed in dulcet tone. “What’s the matter that’s gotten me out of bed on a cold night?”
Lizzie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, and then finally spoke.
“My privates are bleeding.”
Miss Penry rolled her eyes with great exaggeration.
“Miss Elizabeth, you’ve been having your monthly for quite some time now. You know what to do when it comes round each time. I showed you myself.”
“No, it’s not that, exactly. It’s not the time for it. It’s bleeding of something else.”
Miss Penry frowned with concern. “Did you injure yourself at play with the lads, fall out of a tree or something? You know, you’re getting a bit old for that now.”
“No, it wasn’t from play. At least, not with them.”
Miss Penry frowned again. “Just tell me what happened, dear?”
Lizzie chewed her lip again.
“Well, it kind of itched, so I scratched it.”
“Perhaps you’ve a bug bite…”
“Well, not an itch, exactly. More like a tickle.”
Miss Penry almost laughed out loud. She finally put together what had happened. The adolescent girl had felt the pangs of her growing sexual maturity. She remembered Archie and his countless upright contests with his erection. Her compassion once again overtook her disciplinary instincts. Miss Penry thought a moment, and then decided to make sure the girl hadn’t done any serious harm in her exploration.
“Yes, that happens from time to time. Best not to scratch at it too hard, dear.” She gave Lizzie an affectionate wink. Lizzie smiled. “But, we’d best make sure you didn’t do any real harm down there. I’ll need to take a look. Sorry, my dear.”
Lizzie froze in terror for an instant, but she reflected on her governess’s tenderness when she’d first menstruated, and her fears evaporated. Almost giddily she pulled up her nightgown and slid off her underwear.
Miss Penry leaned further onto the bed and parted the girl’s slender legs. She found herself again face to face with Elizabeth’s bald pubis, and again there were traces of blood, though this time it was barely a few drops.
“Just relax, dear. I’m just going to have a look-see. I’ll try not to hurt you.”
She heard Lizzie taking in a sharp breath as her thin, wrinkled fingers parted the girl’s labia. She immediately spotted what had to be a fingernail cut on the inner lips of Lizzie’s small vagina.
“Yes, I see it, dear. I’ll just clean it up and you’ll be all better.”
Miss Penry rose and filled the basin with hot and cold water, and took a clean towel and wetted it. She returned to the bed, lowering herself again between Lizzie’s thin thighs. She spread the labia again and dabbed the damp towel against the cut. Lizzie hissed as the sting of the cloth hit the tiny wound. Miss Penry made a gentle shushing sound to calm her.
Once the cut had been cleaned, and Lizzie’s crotch wiped dry, Miss Penry helped her put on her underpants and pull down her nightie. She kissed the girl on the forehead, turned out the lamp on the nightstand and left the room without a word.
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In the hallway, Miss Penry absentmindedly rubbed her nose as she walked back to her room. She immediately smelled Lizzie’s scent on her fingers. Miss Penry closed her eyes, shocked at the response her body was having to the odor. Her loins pulsed hotly beneath her bedclothes, and her heart raced. She pressed her fingers to her nostrils and breathed deeply. Her walking pace quickened.
Finally inside her room, she closed the door solidly behind her, leaning against it as if to keep out some unseen prowler. Again she pressed her fingers to her nose and inhaled. Spotting the old mirror in the corner, Miss Penry pulled up her nightgown with her other hand, and without thinking, plunged her fingers between her legs. She aggressively worked herself toward orgasm, and as the first wave concussed through her aging frame, she thrust the fragrant fingers into her mouth. The slight taste of the girl’s vagina in her mouth caused her to whimper loudly. Miss Penry doubled over as the last waves of climax rocked her body. She stumbled to the bed and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
Within a fortnight, Lizzie called Miss Penry to her room, again late at night. The governess arrived with all haste. This time Lizzie was not so shy.
“It’s my monthly, ma’am. It’s come again.”
Miss Penry was confused “Yes, dear. Is there a problem?”
“Can you clean me up?” Lizzie queried meekly.
“But Miss Elizabeth, you’ve been doing it fine yourself for months now! Remember, I showed you how it’s done last year.”
“Yes, but you do a much better job cleaning than I can.”
“But that’s hardly—“
“Please, Miss Penry?” Lizzie interrupted. “Just this once?”
Miss Penry considered the girl a moment. She remembered that Lizzie’s mother had passed on, and the girl lacked the mother-daughter relationship that young women need so desperately. Finally she relented.
“Yes, alright, Miss. Just this once. Now off with your nightie and drawers. Quickly!”
Lizzie jumped from the bed and stripped quickly. The governess repeated her routine at the basin, and knelt at the waist of her young mistress.
Feet apart, dear,” she reminded the girl. Lizzie stepped apart, exposing her hairless crotch.
Miss Penry raised the damp cloth, and for a moment looked up at Miss Elizabeth. Her face was sweet and innocent, with large grey eyes and wavy brown hair tousled about her long thin neck. Her tiny breasts, no longer covered by shy hands, were crowned with strawberry pink nipples, which pointed harshly in the cold night air. Lizzie set her hands on her buttocks, a posture of surprising confidence for a naked adolescent.
Miss Penry finally pulled her gaze from Lizzie’s body and concentrated on the task at hand. She lowered her head and saw the crust of dried blood on Lizzie’s diminutive labia. She once again cleaned the area with maternal tenderness. She listened as Lizzie’s breathing became halted as she applied the cloth. She took her time, making sure she got all the offending stain from Lizzie’s milky skin.
As she removed the small towel from between the girl’s legs, Lizzie’s hands came off her hips and touched the freshly cleaned skin. Miss Penry averted her gaze, unsure of what was happening. She looked back to see Lizzie’s small fingers part her labia. The girl dragged a finger along the slit and then looked at it, noticing that no blood remained.
At that, Miss Penry could no longer keep her composure. She popped up and strode for the door.
“Right then,” the governess chirped in a strained pitch. “Back to bed with you!” She slipped quickly out the door and headed for the sanctuary of her room.
As she passed Archie’s room, she noticed light from under the door. This time, Miss Penry simply knelt and peered through the keyhole. As before, Archie stood atop his bed, pulling and stretching his engorged little penis. Penry stood and hurried to her room. Closing the door behind her, the governess muttered, “What in the world is happening in this house?” Flustered, she put herself into bed and labored to find sleep.
A few weeks later, yet another late night call came from young Miss Elizabeth. Miss Penry was terrified of what it might be this time. She cherished the girl, in fact all three children, but she couldn’t determine from where Elizabeth’s particular need for attention was coming. She slipped quietly into Lizzie’s room, her heart filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. She sat once again on the bed and asked Lizzie what the matter was tonight.
Lizzie was chewing on her lip again. Penry trembled.
“I’m afraid I’ve cut myself again. Scratching.”
Miss Penry felt a jolt go through her loins. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.
“I see. Well, we’d better have a look.”
Lizzie removed her nightgown completely, and slid off her underpants. She lay back on the bed, her legs parted and her knees bent. The governess leaned in to examine, her breath stilted and shallow. She could barely smell Lizzie’s scent, but immediately she felt herself become wet. She saw nothing on the surface. She reached in and parted the girl’s labia. Lizzie inhaled sharply. Penry leaned in further, but she could not see any new cuts.
“I don’t see anything, I’m afraid, Miss Elizabeth.”
“Um, it’s a little further in, ma’am.”
Penry nearly groaned. She got up and grabbed the bedside lamp, bringing it near for light. She looked again and still saw nothing. Her neck was sore from leaning down so far.
“Dear, my old neck is tired. Can you put a pillow beneath to prop yourself up?”
Lizzie understood and pushed one of her many down pillows underneath her buttocks to raise her hips up.
“Thank you, dear.”
The governess resumed her search. She set the lamp on a shelf next to the bed. Its soft light bathed Lizzie’s hairless vagina in an orange glow. Penry moved her face closer, using both hands to search for the injury. The smell of Lizzie’s scent was making her hands shake.
“Mmm, it’s inside more.”
The words landed on Miss Penry like a brick. Her own crotch was soaked through as she slowly slid her right index finger into the folds of Lizzie’s labia. She felt the warm tightness envelop around her finger as she pressed further in. Lizzie moaned audibly.
Miss Penry tried to stay rational, tried to feel for this elusive cut, but she felt herself becoming overwhelmed by the sight, the sensation and the scent of her current situation.
“I—I don’t feel anything, Miss. Have I passed over it yet? Can you tell me where it hurts?”
Lizzie just moaned. Miss Penry lifted her head to look at Lizzie. The governess watched in shock as the girl’s small hands found their way to her pink nipples that stretched out from her growing bosom. She stroked them lightly, tenderly. Her eyes were closed. Her lower lip was in her teeth.
Miss Penry nearly pulled her finger out at that moment, but she felt the heat burning between her own legs. She looked at her wrinkled hand penetrating the pubescent folds of a 12-year-old girl’s vagina. She heard the heavy breathing as Lizzie enjoyed the combined touch on her nipples and genitals.
And then Miss Penry, the upright disciplinarian governess with thirty years’ experience raising the children of the British aristocracy, leaned in and pressed her lips against Lizzie’s mound. Lizzie shrieked in delight, and the governess gave in completely. She placed tender, almost maternal kisses on the smooth bare skin. Then, smelling the now-intoxicating aroma of Lizzie’s arousal, Miss Penry plunged her tongue into the warm, hairless folds. She quickly found the girl’s miniature clitoris, and stroked it with her tongue. Her finger continued to probe gently. Lizzie moaned loudly and pressed herself against her caretaker’s mouth and hands.
Slowly, tenderly, the two women rocked in a sensual motion. Penry stimulated young Lizzie with completely tenderness, making sure never to push too hard or too deep, never to lick too insistently. Lizzie became noisier, and fearing that she’d wake the other children, Miss Penry reached up and put her left index finger into Lizzie’s mouth. Lizzie immediately sucked the proffered finger in, gently tugging at it as if nursing.
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Finally, Lizzie’s little body trembled noticeably. Even with a finger in her mouth, the vocal strains of Lizzie’s first climax could be heard. The thought of driving this girl to orgasm only made Miss Penry all the lustier, and she pressed a hand against her own sex, feeling the damp spot even through her nightgown. As Lizzie’s orgasm worked its way through her body, Miss Penry was treated to a stream of juices into her mouth. She swallowed them hungrily.
Finally Lizzie’s climax passed, and her lithe frame settled back down on to the bed. In fact, she fell asleep almost instantly. Miss Penry removed her wrinkled digit from the girl’s slit and sat up. Lizzie’s eyes were half closed, and a smile hung on her face. She looked completely satisfied. Miss Penry was quite surprised at Lizzie’s quick slumber. On the other hand, it made the moment much less awkward.
She blew out the lamp and retreated from the room. She looked back and saw Miss Elizabeth’s naked body glistening in the moonlight. She put her right index finger into her mouth, tasting the girl one more time. She closed the door and rested against the doorframe. Her mind was swimming with thoughts and fears. Would the girl tell? Would she get fired? What had she done?
She went back to her room, stripped nude and got into bed. She immediately began stimulating herself. Her thin fingers worked quickly and effectively, and within minutes she felt the now-familiar twinge that indicated the approach of orgasm. She stroked even faster, and the warm bath of climax washed over her. She tasted her own juices and enjoyed the surge of energy her efforts had brought her. She felt so young in that moment, like a young woman with a first love. Her loins throbbed, and she couldn’t remember having ever been this wet before.
She rolled over to go to sleep, but it wouldn’t come. She still ached, ached for more. She thought of going back to Lizzie’s room. But the girl had effectively initiated the act before. If she returned, she would be initiating it. She didn’t want to victimize the girl. But she needed more. She needed to be touched by someone.
She put on her robe over her naked body and left her room. She walked quickly to Lizzie’s door. She put her hand on the doorknob. Then she heard the peacefully shoring of the exhausted girl on the other side of the door. She took her hand from the knob, resigning herself to a sleepless night alone. She shuffled back toward her room. As she passed Archie’s room, she spotted the light under the door. Had he heard them? Was he sitting in fear of molestation, having heard his sister’s muted cries?
She peeked through the keyhole. Not surprisingly, little Archie was standing on his bed, playing with his penis. Miss Penry breathed out so loudly that Archie actually turned and looked at the door. Figuring she’d been found out, Miss Penry opened the door and slipped into Archie’s room. After closing the door, Miss Penry turned and looked at the boy. Strangely, he remained upright, his small erection still pointing straight out. He didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of his nudity or the state of his genitals. Miss Penry approached the bed slowly. Archie looked at her indifferently, then looked back down at his penis.
“It keeps doing this, ma’am. Usually at nighttime.” He toyed with it some more, and it sprung back as he prodded it.
Miss Penry sat on the edge of the bed in front of Archie. She licked her lips nervously. She felt as if she was watching someone else play her part and she had no control.
“Well, Archie, that happens to young boys like you. It’s nothing to worry about.”
“It feels tingly when I touch it. Is that bad?”
“Oh, no,” she sighed as she sat mesmerized by Archie’s erection. “No, dear, that’s not bad. Not bad at all.”
Without thinking, Miss Penry reached up and caressed Archie’s penis. The boy was unfazed by her touch.
“Do you want me to make it better, Archie?”
“Um, I guess so, yeah.”
Miss Penry licked her lips again as she ran her wrinkly hand over the small phallus. It twitched under her touch, and the boy’s small chest grew and shrank with each breath. She placed it between her thumb and index finger, and slowly began to stroke it. The child was circumcised, and the reddish tip was no bigger than her fingertip. Still, the feel of a warm penis in her hand made Miss Penry ravenous. She leaned in and slipped the erect member into her mouth. Archie gasped. He looked down and saw his little hard-on disappear into his governess’s wrinkled lips. She massaged it with her tongue. The entire thing fit easily into her mouth.
Though the boy was not even capable of ejaculation, she sucked on him as if she was trying to please a dear lover. Archie, who was still not the least be self-conscious about all this, gently touched her face. His tiny hands on her flushed cheeks spurred her on, and she redoubled her efforts to please her little man.
Almost imperceptibly, Archie began to rock his hips back and forth. Miss Penry had closed her eyes, obsessed with stimulating the organ in her mouth. She opened them and noticed that Archie had effectively begun to hump her mouth. She felt her vagina flood with renewed wetness.
As the boy pumped himself into her mouth, she pulled the robe from her shoulders, exposing her withered, saggy breasts. Archie’s interest was immediately peaked. He pulled himself from her warm mouth, and dropped to his knees. He stared in fascination at her large, rubbery nipples, which sat low on her pendulous breasts.
“What are those, Miss Penry?”
“Did you like what I did for you, Archie?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am. It felt wonderful.”
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“If you put your mouth on those, I’ll feel the way you felt.”
“Okay,” the boy responded matter-of-factly. He leaned in and began to suckle her left nipple.
Miss Penry cooed and leaned back against the footboard, her arms wrapped around Archie, pulling him with her.
As if they were sweets, he hungrily suckled each nipple, alternating at will. Miss Penry was aflush, her crotch so wet she could smell it. She felt the boy’s warm, smooth flesh against her. It was some twisted combination of sexual and maternal affection, but she was unwilling to think of that now.
She rocked gently as the lad suckled her dark, almost purple nipples. She released Archie and brought her hands to her breasts. She lifted her saggy breasts, noticing Archie’s saliva glistening on her rubbery teats. She momentarily reflected on her childlessness. She had dedicated her life to the care of children, but never had any of her own. And here she found herself crossing the line between motherly care and sexual desire with a boy who’d just turned nine a few weeks before. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she considered what she was doing.
Archie remained oblivious to the governess’s emotional distress. He didn’t feel victimized. Rather he was fascinated with the woman’s body. He continued to touch, lick, play with and even nibble on Miss Penry’s breasts. Finally she stopped him.
“Archie, darling, would you like to lay down on me? You can rest your head on me and keep suckling, if you like.”
Miss Penry slid down on the bed, bringing little Archie with. His stiff little member pressed against her bulbous belly, and his small head rested peacefully on her bosom. She felt his leg leaning against her coarse pubic hair, and the sexual desire began to return. She squeezed her thighs around his leg, pushing it closer to her sex. She felt that her loins were on fire.
She was right on the cusp of asking little Archie to penetrate her when the door squeaked open. Miss Penry nearly screamed in terror. She turned and saw Lizzie enter the room, still nude. Without a sound Lizzie walked to the bed. She caressed Archie’s back, and then the girl leaned over and kissed Miss Penry tenderly on the lips. She stood up straight again. Lizzie ran her hands over Archie’s naked back. She caressed his soft, small buttocks. She leaned over and kissed his bum.
Lizzie sat on the bed at Miss Penry’s feet. She caressed the governess’s legs, drawing closer and closer to the woman’s exposed crotch. She could see the thick nest of hair between the woman’s legs. Lizzie boldly parted the governess’s legs and pushed her face into Penry’s hairy crotch.
Miss Penry almost screamed at finding Lizzie’s face between her legs. The young girl had no real idea what she was doing, but Lizzie was insistent on pleasing her governess. She pressed into her with tongue, lips and fingers. Penry was ecstatic. Archie continued to suckle Penry’s breasts.
The sensation of two small, innocent bodies against her timeworn skin sent the governess into a spiral of alternating joy and sadness. A dozen times she opened her mouth to stop them, her tears of regret stinging her eyes. And each time, the insistent tenderness of the children at her breasts and genitals sent surges of joy through her frame.
Lizzie was becoming proficient. She remembered some of what Miss Penry had done to her but hours before, and she grew in confidence as she labored to pleasure her new lover.
For his part, Archie had become bored with the rubbery teats. He sat up and watched Lizzie for a short while. Worried that he would become uncomfortable with the situation, the governess caressed his back and shoulders with her wrinkled hand. He looked at her, her eyes filled with adoration. She smiled, relieved that this absurd act had not damaged the boy emotionally.
With no inhibition, Archie popped up into a standing position. He stood with his feet astride Miss Penry’s face. He lowered himself into a squat. Miss Penry found Archie’s hairless penis and scrotum on her lips. She smiled at this ingenuity, and opened her mouth to accept them. The short, thin erection and empty sac slid effortlessly into her mouth. She suckled them gently, making a swallowing motion that made Archie laugh quietly. His position over her meant that they were in constant eye contact. She could tell what effect she was having on him instantly.
Miss Penry caressed Archie’s back, legs and buttocks as he sat on her face. She slid her thumb up through the crack of his bum, over his arsehole. He giggled. Miss Penry released his penis from her mouth and slid his weight forward. She quickly found his hole, and she tickled it with the tip of her tongue. He squirmed and giggled, and she could see him play with this little penis while she toyed with his clean crevice.
Finally Lizzie’s efforts bore fruit. Miss Penry stuffed little Archie’s erection back into her mouth and sucked hard as Lizzie brought the aging governess to climax. Miss Penry pressed Lizzie’s small head against her hairy crotch as she grunted her way through orgasm. Archie enjoyed the governess’ joie de vivre and started to hump her mouth again.
As the woman’s climax passed, Lizzie instinctively withdrew from between Miss Penry’s legs. About the same time, Archie became tired of his awkward posture, and stood up. Reluctantly, Miss Penry released her strong oral grip on his genitals. He sat down beside her, absentmindedly stroking her nipples with his small fingers. Lizzie, who had also sat up, rested her feet squarely on Miss Penry’s crotch as if to offer protection or warmth.
The three sat in quiet satisfaction. Miss Penry was filled with a toxic mix of guilt and delight. She desperately wanted to keep the secret and continue such acts in the future. She also understood that these acts were unnatural, wrong before God and harmful to the proper development of upright children. Finally she spoke.
“Children, what we did was very wrong. I am very sorry to have done it. It felt wonderful, and I appreciate your desire to please me. But we can never do this again. And do not start doing this with each other. This is for married men and women to do with each other. Let us not ever speak of this again. I love you both so much, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
The children, clearly disappointed that their new game had already been outlawed, nodded mutely.
“If your father or the other servants find out, I will be sent away. You mustn’t tell anyone. No on must know. Do you understand?”
The children nodded again. Miss Penry rose and found her discarded robe. She covered herself and headed for the door.
“Miss Elizabeth, get back to your room and put your clothes back on,” Miss Penry added before leaving the room. She didn’t look back at the children before closing the door.
The governess slept poorly, if at all. Her mind burned with guilt and regret, while her body burned with desire and vigor.
The next day, the children acted as normally as ever. There was not a hint of regret, distrust or anger at the previous night’s events. After a few shared looks, Lizzie, Archie and Miss Penry were as they had always been, and no one was the wiser.
The day passed without incident, and Miss Penry finally breathed a sigh of relief at the day’s end, sure that normality would be restored in the household. This flare-up of sexuality had been quenched, and life would continue as before.
Miss Penry slept much better, though her dreams were still emotionally complex and centered on sexual activity. Pulling herself from an intoxicatingly erotic dream, Miss Penry awoke and breathed in the cool night air. She opened her eyes. In the pale blue of the moonlight, she saw the pale naked flesh of Lizzie and Archie standing beside her bed.
Her heart filled with panic. She had only begun to mouth her protest when Lizzie leaned in and put her mouth over hers, her small tongue stretching over the governess’ teeth and lips. She felt Archie’s small hands on her mound, and the electric charge surged through her body once more.
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“The babysitter”
Naomi an 18 year old girl from down the street was babysitting for us every other tuesday. The last months or so she had developped into that phase between girl and woman. The looks almost entirely a woman, her acts switching between that of a child and woman.
One day I came home early and tried to be silent entering the house not to wake up the kids. I called Naomi but did not see her. I went upstairs and found her in our bed. Dressed in my wife’s nightgown snuggling with my pillow, dressed with the T-shirt I wore that day before going out. She was shocked, and shamed and just stared to the floor apologizing. There was no need to hide that I took a look at her breast which was exposed.
It was awkward, I was turned on, but there was no thought in my mind of acting upon my arrousal. What to say, what to do? I sat down next to her and asked her why she was in our bedroom dressed like this. This question had to be repeated in a more forceful way, before she answered. She had always seen me as the grown up, a fatherfigure and something like an uncle. The last half year she really felt she was not a child anymore so her view of me changed as well. I had become a man, the lover of my wife. Combined with the liking for me she always had, she had fantasied being my wife.
Last two tuesdays she had gone to our bedroom and had lived her fantasy in a more realistic way. Now she was still turned on by her actions, was embarrassed and was fearful that I would see her as the irresponsible babysitter that appeared to be too young to babysit.
After assuring her, this was not the case and that I would go downstairs and give her the opportunity to get dressed and then we would both forget about everyrhing, she was relieved. She jumped up, looked me in the eyes and hugged me in a friendly way. The nightgown fell open and I had a full view of her breasts while she bent over to me. I tried to hide my growing excitement.
After that episode there was an intimacy, a shared secret. Naomi and I were buddies
“The babysitter”
6 weeks later I came home early again. Somewhere I had a slight feeling of disappointment that she was just sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat down next to her and made a joke: “no secret bedplays this time” and she answered: “not yet”… She looked as if she could not believe that she had said what she had said, and looked miserable. Jokingly I tried to take the pressure of the moment and responded: “please feel free, shall I just wait here for you, or do you need the shirt I’m wearing”.
The situation remained a bit uncomfortable, I paid her and we said goodbye. At the door she turned around and said: don’t tease me like I’m a little girl. Now I felt ashamed and told her that for me the situation was also confusing. That she was not the little girl anymore who could join in play-fighting with the kids, since I no longer felt comfortable to grab here without having to worry where my hands were located, no tickling etc.. I told her I missed her being a little kid and on the other hand admired here for growing up as a beautiful woman.
With woman different rules apply than with little girls. Again she hugged me and told me that she understood, that she missed fighting and holding me as well. Bursting out with laughter she said: “I’m holding you while telling you I miss holding you, that’s funny”. She kept her head against my shoulder. “So you think I’m beautiful? My breasts are smaller than your wife’s, I tried her bra.” I told her that beauty could be measured in other ways than cup size alone, that the shape and texture of a breast are more important and that breast were not the only defining feature of a woman and that she should stay away from my wife’s lingerie. Then I told her laughingly to get home immediately, because I did not like the direction of the conversation. She ran away, turned, came back, kissed me on the cheek and just a touch of the corner of my mouth and said: “your pants tell me you do like the direction of the discussion.” With that bombshell she turned again and was skipping her way home.
The next couple of nights I had some improper dreams and became worried I would mention Naomi’s name during a dream. I don’t think I did because my wife never mentioned it. Two weeks later my wife told me that two nephews of our kids would stay for the night and that she had forgotten she was on call for work and would not be home. She told me she had called Naomi to assist me, she hade made the guestroom for Naomi so she could help me with breakfast as well. I reddened, my wife misinterpreted that and told me not to worry cause Naomi would replace her very well. “I’m sure she will, dear” I answered.
That evening Naomi came in at 5, she played with all 5 kids and gave me room to prepare the meal. When we were all finished, the kids wanted to fight me and they made a castle from the couch, some chairs and a blanket. Then they thought about a story where a beautiful princes was saved from a brutal king in a castle by a young handsome prince. Naomi had to be the beautiful princes, i told the kids that all Naomi needed was a crown since she was already beautiful.
I immediatly received a big kiss for that remark. I became the roll of the brutal king, on which Naomi commented, I would like your father to be the brutal king. The 5 kids would together be the handsome prince. I had to look fearceful sitting upon Naomi and pinning her arms with mine. When I was in position, Naomi told the kids that they first could have a cookie from the jar in the kitchen and that we would remain in this position until they came back. “I will only take my sweater of because I’m hot she said” and that she did. For a minute or two I was sitting upon her, seeing her nipples through her shirt, not knowing what to do with my hands. Her hands rested on my legs close to my loins where her thumbs were casually caressing me. I felt too much blood going to my loins and my dick was growing, it found a position closer and closer to her right thumb.
Sandi recognized his thought as a compliment, not a pick-up line gleaned from boasts in his cabin. “If you wanted to. Just for here, you know.”
Stephen laughed, “Just for here.” He squeezed her hand.
Sandi liked him. She thought another minute and decided to come clean. “You know how I said about you guys barfing till dawn, the dawn part?”
He looked down, “I guess.”
“Somebody put me up to it, to check you out.”
“Somebody wanted to check me out?” now looking at her curiously.
“I mean somebody was trying to help me check you out. About the dawn part,” she added. “It doesn’t matter.”
Stephen tried to release her hand, but she held fast. He looked down again. “I don’t know, I mean I do know about it, but not about me.”
“OK. The funny thing is that the someone who tried to help me just told me you were cute. The thing is, you’re more than that. It was the wrong reason, this dawn deal, but I’m glad she got me to try.”
The two faced each other and kissed. It wasn’t like Michael’s back home. It wasn’t like Sean’s precursor to assumed dominance. It was their way to think together on the lake front. She paused. “Did you see when Kara wrestled Martin?”
“No. I’m not in that cabin.” He looked down. “They said he made Kara come big-time.”
Sandi didn’t correct it. It wasn’t that important. She swallowed, but had to know, “Are you a virgin too?”
PREPARATIONS
“Do it till Dawn” was one day away. Walking to crafts, Sandi turned toward Kara. “What are you and Tish going to do?”
Kara looked upward, “Well, sure as shit, not show up at the boatyard and give birds like you pointers.”
“Oh.” For some reason Sandi felt sad.
Maybe her tinge showed, as Kara followed up, “I think there’s four of us not going, so we’ll be OK, maybe have a girls’ party ourselves.”
Sandi started, stopped, and then started again. “Tara and Mona?”
Kara saved the difficulty of ending. “Me and Tish are just girls too. We’re going to tell stories and eat stuff. Give me a break!”
“You’re not going to do it?”
“Do it? Are we talking about sex, per chance? Shoot, no. It’s going to be a girls’ night, what half of you in the boatyard will wish you stayed for.” Kara laughed at her prediction.
Kara continued. “For me and Tish, it’s pretty much whenever. It’s not like anybody notices when two girls wander off. Not all the shit they’d think if you slipped off with a boy.” She looked at Sandi, “Ever think anything when you’d come back and me and Tish would be reading side-by-side on her bunk?”
“You were just reading.”
“It’s best on your own pillow,” with a flutter of Kara’s hand.
Later that afternoon, Kara signaled Sandi to wait in the cabin till the others left. “You know, Sandi, what I think is that maybe you should let them see your tits at the boatyard.”
“Like you let Martin undress you that time? You wanted him to, right?”
“Like I said, girls like to see each other get stripped. It’s not like here in the cabin where we just walk around naked.”
“I’ve never done it before. Been stripped, I mean.”
Kara reached around Sandi’s jersey, unhooked her and slipped a hand over Sandi’s breast. “You’re so pretty. So sweet.”
Sandi put her hands on Kara’s shoulders.
“Afterwards you tell me, OK?” Kara concluded. “We’ll go for a walk. Like I said, nobody notices when two girls go off.”
That night, Becky let everybody know that she couldn’t hold off another 24. The rest saw it for what it was, an opportunity to stay her self-perceived role as leader in things illicit. Let her, thought Sandi.
When Lee Anne was in the shower, Becky made known her plan. “Chris can’t go another 24 either. Once you get in the regular groove, you know.” Sure, thought Sandi. “So Lee Anne’s promised to sleep right through a little activity. Don’t hear; don’t know, you know. ‘Course maybe some of you sleep lighter.” She laughed for effect.
Becky made sure they all knew when she let Chris in sometime after midnight. She made sure they all heard her toss her sleeping bag to the floor. She made them hear every possible zipper and snap. She made sure they all heard the condom process. She made sure they all heard her gasp. She made them hear how actively she finished.
Even Sandi could distinguish noises made in heat from noises made for broadcast. The actual coupling lasted not that long, not what Sandi had been led to believe from the sagas she’d attentively heard Becky document.
Sandi knew the floor-rolling was for effect, but she couldn’t refrain projecting herself expert in Becky’s role. Sandi sensed that Kara knew when her hand took the male role in her own sleeping bag. Sandi sensed that she wasn’t the only one.
The next morning, Becky was pleased to make it known that Chris would bring plenty of rubbers for all the guys. “Free, even, ‘cause he kyped them. We can’t just keep borrowing from Lee Anne.”
When Sandi saw Bets, she knew that her friend had masturbated too. The two held hands on the way to breakfast.
Later that morning, Kara ended a wry observation about mice in their cabin, “and the main thing is that tonight’s your thing. Not just ‘you’ you, but you and him.” She pondered a possibility, “If we knew which boat, maybe I could get under the one beside you and we’d have this cricket noise code. Like one chirp means slow down.”
Sandi did her best to look thoughtful. “So what’s the code if I’m facing the wrong way?”
“I’ll croak like a frog that swallowed our mouse.”
The laughing pair sat down with an arm around the other’s shoulders.
Kara’s demeanor turned less frivolous. “Seriously, Sandi, can I touch you just to remind me how pretty you’ll be?”
“We’ll pretend you’re Stephen,” Sandi grinned, but then added, “But if he’s off somewhere, you can be Kara,” turning inward.
“Nips like jewels,” admired her friend, making them emerge with barely a touch,
“Kara, they’re not like that because I’m… you know. It’s because I care about you, sort of.”
“I know. Sometimes we get confused. I got some shit to figure out too.”
BOAT YARD
Lee Anne hadn’t even bothered to change pajamas. She just waved them goodbye, pointed toward her blue bag and slipped out the door.
Tara, Mona, Tish and Kara, the four who’d opted out of the boatyard plan, arranged themselves so they’d be set to talk. The disparity didn’t escape Sandi. Left behind were two girls who wanted to remain virgins and two girls who could rape them in concert. Sandi wasn’t exactly sure how lesbians went about this, but she’d heard they know how. The ones they do
it to rarely tell and sometimes become lesbians too. It helps to be raped the right way. But Sandi knew that wouldn’t happen here, that Kara would probably help Tara and Mona figure out how to decide when it was right with a boy. The four homebodies had purloined a popcorn popper from the camp kitchen. “We’ll save you some, we promise.”
Sandi, Dianne, Bets, Shannon and Becky arrived at the boatyard two minutes after the appointed time. They didn’t want to seem too intent. Stephen, Trace, Jason, Chris and Art were waiting, likewise doing their best to seem casual. Having made it there, no one seemed sure of the next steps.
“Hi, guys,” offered Becky.
A few mumbles in return.
“So,” prodded Becky, “just a time to get together.”
She laughed awkwardly. One of the boys joined her, probably assuming an innuendo. This event could fall apart without more guidance, Sandi realized. Maybe that would be for the better, as Stephen wasn’t even looking up.
“So maybe we just choose our spots.” Becky looked at Chris. “We’ll take the one close to the path. Anybody comes snooping, I’ll stop them.”
Actually, thought Sandi, that was generous. The first couple caught would be incriminated while the others could be getting presentable.
Becky and Chris made their way between the first boats on the bank. Shannon and Art were next, not looking at their fellow campers. When Bets and Jason, hand in hand, started for the third spot, Sandi caught Stephen’s eye and bade him follow. He seemed relieved being told. Sandi wanted Bets as a neighbor. Dianne and Trace claimed the end space.
The blankets provided the boys’ excuse for protracted arrangement. Sandi slipped off her flip-flops and sat down while Stephen minimized the wrinkles, then crawled on. Stephen sat beside her and the two looked across the upturned boats.
The other couples looked confident to Sandi, though she knew that Bets, for one, was nervous too. Bets caught Sandi’s glance and mouthed, “OK.”
OK, what, thought Sandi? Bets was OK? You’re on your own OK? Stephen was still looking at the water.
Sandi let her elbow settle in the crook of his. “Hey, Stephen,” she whispered. “You know I really like you for you, not what somebody tells you to do.”
“Thanks.”
“So we don’t have to do anything we don’t want.”
“OK.” He broke his lakeward gaze and looked at Sandi. “Maybe you’ll kiss me, though?”
Sandi almost giggled in relief. Of course she’d kiss him! She gave him one on the cheek, just lightly. Bets and Jason were kissing too. On the lips. She twisted her head around to find Stephen’s mouth.
He let her kiss him for just a moment, and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She beckoned her tongue against his. Sandi wanted Stephen.
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Kara’s being undressed came to Sandi, how Kara had said that girls want to see other girls. It took but moment for Sandi to pull her sweatshirt over her head. Bets followed suit. To Sandi, they were stripping one another. Somehow Sandi knew how Kara and Tish made love.
She wasn’t sure if Stephen noticed her lace, but knew when he saw her nipples harden beneath. She gave him only enough time to barely squeeze before she thrust his wrist around her side. He fumbled with her snaps until a fortuitous squeeze disengaged all three hooks at once.
She started to tremble.
She lifted her arms so Stephen could remove her bra. The lake breeze swirled around breasts, ivory in the starlight, areolae no larger than a teaspoon, nipples pea-sized. She’d always seen them as pointy, a girl’s, but here they looked rounder, almost a woman’s. She lifted Stephen’s jersey and he pulled it off the rest of the way. His nipples were as hard as hers.
Looking to the side, she watched Bets bare breasted. As Stephen’s tongue again found Sandi’s, her friend disappeared with a salute.
HULLS
The rest would be about boyfriends. Sandi pulled Stephen onto their blanket so that whatever happened now would be out of sight. The stars magnified the sound of cold water lapping on the shore. Looking upward, hulls were their walls on either side. The constellations seemed close.
Stephen pushed his face to hers, “Sandi, you’re beautiful.”
Maybe I am beautiful, she thought. To Stephen. To Bets. To Kara.
Stephen bit his lip and placed his hand on her stomach. He hesitated, then whispered, “I can do it, but maybe not very good. Just if you want to.”
Whispers, breathing, muffled promises and proclamations around them. Some Antlers were well on their way. She sucked her tummy in as much as she could. “I want to.”
She worked her knee between Stephen’s thighs. Stephen slid his hand to the snap on her shorts and twisted it open. “Chris gave me something.”
Sandi lifted her hips. “Not this time.” They both knew the meaning of “this time”; there’d never be another. Practicing on the banana seemed so long ago, so childish.
His hand played on her panties, her sparse hair bouncing within. When her shorts intervened, Stephen pushed them to her knees and then off. The two looked at the fabric bulge between her thighs, the span of ridge to dip to ridge. Sandi parted her thighs until Stephen could trace two fingers along the cotton’s outer sides and a middle finger along the depression
between. Her stripping should be perfect, as parley, not as conquest.
Stephen’s touch pressed the cotton against her bud. Her hips rustled the blanket, a whisper in the sounds of the lakeshore, until he slipped within her panties, through her wispy fleece, between her parting lips and upon the seed-like hardness.
Sandi bounced with each tiny stroke. When his fingertip slackened, her pursuit returned him to her tiny organ. Her nose sensed a feminine overlay on the fresh lake air, as her ears registered the arousal of those around her. Her impending orgasm welled.
Sandi drew her hand up the inside of Stephen’s jeans and had grasped his thrust before she realized what she was holding. It was distinct even within the folds of the denim, its hardness dispelling any question about it being a delicate organ. Her other hand attacked his belt. The button beneath required just a twist and he was already lifting so she’d find his
zipper. Beneath that were his underpants, the final barrier just the elastic. She slipped her hand within.
His penis seemed warm, moist, larger than she’d sensed from the outside. Sandi realized what her friends meant about masturbating a boy, how you could drive the looseness up and down, slack skin on ready substance.
“You’re so big.” She wanted to say something and didn’t know what else to say.
She pushed off his pants and pulled him toward her until the back of his wrist lay on the back of hers. Each could manually satisfy the other’s wide-eyed lust. But wanting to be now a woman, she pushed Stephen’s wrist away and pulled him nearer until their naked erections caressed.
They held themselves so until the suddenness of her pelvis broke the kiss and propelled him from her clitoris, down her slickened labia and to her openness.
The woman part of her would know what to do, she prayed. Indeed, her instinctive muscular contraction succumbed to innate complicity as he penetrated. With each push, Sandi felt her muscles relax; her tissue soften; her juices smooth, her body tingle.
When Stephen was at last fully within, the two held each other in motionless acknowledgement. It was only after they were fully coupled that Sandi began again to raise and drop her hips, rubbing his masculinity within her flesh. Slowly they began intercourse.
Around them, muted cries of exhortation, exertion and ecstasy mingled with the night. The rocking sounds of boy on girl merged with the waves.
The two virgins concentrated on their stroking. Slumber party stories were always about either foreplay or climax. The time intervening was the delicacy of which she’d not been told.
At last they begin their ascent toward orgasm. Tenderness succumbed to puppy-like challenges unspoken. Follow me. Take the lead. Hang on till I let you go. Delighting caresses succumbed to smothering kisses.
His body drove against hers; hers thrashed back. The two were fucking.
Sandi heard nothing, though afterwards Bets told her that she’d gasped with each thrust. Sandi’s orgasm soared above the boats, the boatyard, the camp, the lake, everywhere.
Stephen shuddered her so much that she feared she’d expel him, but she remained attached to accept his last seeds. She squeezed and squeezed, and to her delight, felt another wave herself.
Only in descent did Sandi realize that she was both energized and exhausted. She’d made love. Perhaps she hardly yet knew Stephen enough to love all of him, she later admitted to Bets, but whatever stage this was, they’d still made love. Bets had heard them and it was real.
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The plan, of course, was to do it till dawn. But somehow all five Antlers knew that it was about doing it once together.
She’d seen Bets stripped and Bets had seen her. That was part of the story too. As Kara said, girls like to see girls. But nudity residual to lovemaking was for Stephen alone. The couple dressed lying on their backs.
Heads popped up between the hulls. With goodnight kisses, the campers retreated. Sandi and Bets held hands on the path to Antlers, each knowing that they were wonderfully older.
CHECK-OUT DAY
When you’re not quite fifteen, life’s issues tend to be the social ones. The big issue, of course, is boys. That’s pretty much the reason for coming to camp, to meet boys your folks won’t even know about, to discover stuff. Back home, everybody knows everything, but camp’s what you make of it.
Next year Sandi would be back. So would Bets. The two didn’t know about Stephen or Jason. If the guys returned, the girls would double date where they could strip together and hear each other’s lovemaking. They’d make the guys use rubbers.
If Stephen and Jason didn’t come back, at least Sandi and Bets would know how to flirt. But Bets added, “You know what? We’ll have a good time whoever shows up.”
The two would have a great time, acknowledged Sandi. They ended up sisters, hands held for mutual encouragement. The two checked in as girls who wanted to discover something about guys. The two found guys who were, in fact, the sort their parents might even like. The two showed their breasts and felt the breeze. The two lost their virginities just a rowboat
apart. They’d given themselves freely and to boys with whom they wanted to share it. The fact that they both climaxed was cause for more popcorn after they returned to Antlers. Boys brag; girls celebrate, Kara had noted.
Kara had warned that afterwards Sandi would wonder if it was right. Physically Sandi was a proud little hen, but that didn’t say much about validity. She was happy because Stephen was happy and she knew that he was happy because she was happy. She and Bets decided that some things are just meant to be circular.
Stephen had been so sweet; Sandi decided, that she might love a guy like him even if they didn’t have sex. Bets countered that sex was biologically necessary. They both pointed out that the other was arguing from a very small sample size. They’d give it more thought. “No,” said Bets, “more practice.”
“Do it till Dawn”, Kara had observed afterwards, was a camp activity like the snipe hunt; a “rite”, she called it. She’d given Sandi her big-sister look, illustrating, “Like now you don’t go goo-goo when you meet two assholes on the path.”
Sandi and Bets were checking out as young women who realized they would never discover everything. That was the best part. Maybe next year they’d discover they were a super canoe team. Maybe they’d discover something more about guys, even. Probably about sex, but maybe more. They’d do it together. Sandi had never had a sister with whom to discover things.
She’d gained two sisters, actually. Kara’s was the hand that led her to find her own pace, realize her questions, discover. Kara may have been a “shit-load smarter” about a lot, but was still a sister exploring the world too. Sandi had never had a sister to help her along the path. She’d never had a sister who, after the deed, could tell her that even when the
“wonderful” dulls a little, it’s still “neater than ice cream.” How could Sandi not love her?
Sandi cried when she saw Kara stuffing her duffel. It didn’t matter what the others thought. She ran over and gave her friend a big kiss on the lips. Quick as a wink, before any of the others could register it, Sandi flicked her tongue against Kara’s. Kara flicked back. That’s how they said goodbye.
As she wouldn’t be back either, Becky took it upon herself to transfer her authority.
“So Sandi, you get it going next year, OK? My idea is you maybe draw names. Whatta you think? Horny, right? Maybe then everyone will want to keep at it till dawn, like it says. You gotta remind the new girls about using rubbers. The thing is, Chris had me going so much that I about peed. Really! He sucked me so hard that I came in his mouth. Ever suck a guy?”
Sandi’s thoughts had already emigrated. Bets close by. Stephen asking. Stephen deep inside. How she squeezed him while he climaxed. How the next day, she and Kara walked to the mossy patch by the fallen log. How Kara said nothing when Sandi put a blanket in her daypack and had then put Sandi’s pillow in hers. How Kara stripped her and she, Kara. When they’d kissed, how she’d melted like a marshmallow.
Camp was about boys. She was pretty much about boys too; Sandi knew that much. Kara was about discovering that love’s a larger issue.
THE END !!!
Good The Night !!!