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Introduction
This story is designed to fit into events in the books of Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series.
Chapter 2.3 - Amazons Attack
Story (m/f)
Once they had settled into Swallowdale, the Swallows had to settle down to the unpleasant tasks of their holiday homework. The Amazons were not sure when they would be able to get away from their great-aunt, so the next couple of days were spent settled down with schoolbooks. On the third day, Titty and her younger brother Roger were up on the watchtower rock, Titty studying French whilst Roger finished his last bit of work for English. As he finished sooner, Roger took his 16-year-old brother John's telescope from the backpack it had been put in and began to search the surrounding landscape.
"Titty! Titty!"
Roger pulled at his sister's arm, distracting her from her homework. He told her that he thought he could see the Amazons making their way across the moors towards Swallowdale. Taking the telescope from Roger, Titty quickly surveyed what she could see, and caught the Amazons' red caps, bright against the green of the moors. Seeing this, Titty started to quickly pack away her homework into her backpack and told Roger to pack his as well. They scrambled down the rock and pelted back to the camp to let John and Susan know.
When they returned to the camp, they had just caught John before he set off up the stream that ran through Swallowdale to a small lake where there was a small lake which was good for trout fishing where he was going to do his homework. The news that the Amazons were on their way started a lot of activity amongst the Swallows. They quicky decided to break the camp and hide their things, and themselves, in the small, dry cave which they had discovered in one of the cliffs that ran most of the way round the dell.
Quick they were, but almost not quick enough, as they had hardly pulled the heather across to hide the opening of the cave when they heard 16-year-old Nancy and her 15-year-old sister Peggy hollering from both sides of the dell and leaping in. There was much confusion from the Amazons when they found the camp gone and no Swallows to be seen. After some poking around the dell, the Amazons set off to the watchtower rock, where Titty and Roger had been earlier, to survey the surroundings in an attempt to find the Swallows.
As soon as they could no longer hear the Amazons, the Swallows exited the cave and Susan brought some dry sticks and kindling to start a fire, on which she began to boil a kettle. From the watchtower, Nancy and Peggy could both see (when looking in the right direction) and smell the fresh smoke from the newly lit fire. They hurried back to the camp to find out where the Swallows had been hiding. Although they knew the area, they did not know about the cave, so it was a surprise (and a bit of a tight fit) when they were shown in. The stores were neatly stacked, but the tents, hay bags and personal kit was somewhat haphazard.
Due to the lack of space, they all soon wanted to leave the cave, and Susan then started chivvying them along to do various things towards getting lunch ready. As this happened, Peggy came over to John and asked if he could show her the cave again. John picked up a small lantern and lit the candle as they returned to the cave. Peggy asked John to show her how the heather went over to door to hide it from the outside, so, once he had put the lantern down on a secure shelf on the wall, he demonstrated.
"It's nice and dry in here, and Susan has done a good job sweeping the floor," said Peggy, taking off her shoes and socks and walking barefoot on the cave floor, then, smiling at John, "You should try this."
John did as suggested and found that the floor of the cave, whilst not warm, was not as unpleasantly cold as he had expected it would be. He stepped forward, but, as he did so, Peggy pulled him into a kiss. Their mouths and tongues met and John, who was semi-hard already at what he thought may happen, swelled to full hardness as the kiss.
After wrapping his arms round Peggy when she first pulled him into the kiss, John let his hands wander, one staying on the 15-year-old's back whilst the other explored the sides of her tits which were not pressed tightly against his own body. Peggy pulled her red hat off, letting her hair fall down her back and tickle the back of John's hand. She also moved a hand downwards, but further than John had, groping at the 16-year-old lad's arse, sending further blood to his already engorged penis.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, John got Peggy to raise her arms as he pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing her torso. She was dressed only in her shorts and bra and as John's hand returned to Peggy's body, he ran his hands over her tits, feeling the nipples standing proud. To his mind, Peggy's tits were perky enough to not need a bra, but he had to admit that the material giving her support felt good in his hands. Peggy was making her own attempt on John's shirt - more difficult for her as she had to concentrate to undo the buttons. When she had gained access to John's body, she ran her hands over it, enjoying the feeling of the flesh she had not touched for a year.
John's hands kept up their touching of Peggy. He sensually slid one down her body, gently circling her navel before making an attempt to enter her shorts. Finding the waistband too tight to slip his fingers past, his hand moved to the front and worked at the button which he quickly undid. Now being able to gain access, John slipped his hand into the front of Peggy's shorts then stopped in surprise. Rather than the fabric of her underwear, John found his fingers running through the younger girl's pubic hair.
"Really," he asked, "no underwear?"
"Really. I need this."
Peggy undid her shorts and let them fall to the ground and stood before John in only her bra.
"I don't think I need this either," she said, her hands moving to her back to undo the clasp of the bra which again she dropped to the floor. Naked, she lay back on the hay bag she had moved them to whilst kissing.
"Take me," was the order Peggy gave as she lay back on the hay bag, legs spread.
John did not need to be told twice. Shucking off his own shirt, John dropped in front of Peggy and started to lap eagerly at her snatch, which was already moist. Whilst doing this he removed his shorts.
"Lie the other way round, next to me," Peggy told him. He did so and found that lying down was much more comfortable than squatting in front of the girl. Peggy found herself facing John's still underwear covered crotch, and she reached out to gently squeeze the hard shaft that bulged in the cotton underwear. John's body responded by pulsing his cock and more pre-cum leaked to add to the damp patch that already existed at the head of his cock. Peggy's hands worked on the waistband of John's briefs and released his cock. She went straight onto it with her mouth. The sensation of being blown was new and different for John. He was used to the warmth of a cunt round his cock, and there was a similar warmth in Peggy's mouth, but it was much wetter from her saliva which was slicking his cock.
As much as Peggy was enjoying the tongue fucking she was getting from John, she was desperate for the real thing. In her letters from John, she knew that he now had his own tent which, if small, meant she could have spent every night with him, but the great-aunt's visit had put paid to that. John was just as needy, having not wanked himself for a couple of weeks before heading to the Lakes, the additional week without getting off was giving him blue balls.
"Get in me. Please!" Peggy begged John. This time, John did what he was expected to. He turned round again and lined his cock up with Peggy's cunt. With one swift movement he entered her, both teens moaning with the pleasure that the entry brought them. Peggy was so damp that John was able to begin giving the girl a forceful pounding immediately. Once he was in Peggy's twat, all John could think about was getting off. All he did was to get that blessed relief and was aided in this by Peggy's own desire for satisfaction.
It was not long before, with a grunt, John reached his orgasm and unloaded what seemed like an endless amount of spunk into Peggy's waiting hole. He kept thrusting until Peggy shuddered with her own climax. After she had cum, Peggy unlaced her legs from where she had hooked them behind John's back and flopped back, spent. John rolled off her onto another hay bag - he did not know which of his siblings it belonged to - and reached out to take Peggy's hand. As he did so, he looked between Peggy's legs and could see his cum leaking out of her still gaping cunt, with some that he had either fucked out of her or had come out on his cock when he withdrew, dribbled across her pubes.
Peggy reached between her legs with her free hand and felt how damp she was down there, and also the amount of cum she could feel inside her.
"I can't go out like this," she said to John.
"Why not?" he asked.
She pulled her shorts over and he could see that they were a light khaki colour which John realised would show up a damp patch instantly.
"What should we do?" John queried.
Peggy sighed at John's lack of thought.
"You'll just have to get down there and lick me out."
"What, you mean get my spunk out with my cum?"
"Yes. And just get on with it. Someone will want something from in here before long."
It was John's turn to sigh as got back between his girlfriend's legs. He lowered his mouth back to her snatch, which still showed the signs of the fucking he had just given it. As his lips met her pussy lips, he could feel the overspill of cum on Peggy's pubes rubbing off on his face. He extended his tongue back into Peggy's cunt. The taste was incredible. The combination of Peggy's pussy juice and his own cum was sending him wild. He quickened his pace, making sure he got his tongue up over Peggy's clit as well as plumbing the depths of her twat.
As John kept tonguing her, Peggy began to moisten again, and John could tell the taste was changing to more cunt juice than the cocktail he had been tasting before. Peggy's breathing was getting shorter, and he could sense her tensing and untensing her muscles until with a single gasp of "Fuck!" she came again. Getting up, John was pulled into an embrace by Peggy, who instantly started to lick the dribbles of cum from his face, before giving him a passionate kiss.
Reluctantly, Peggy reached for her shorts and pulled them on as John did the same with his clothes. His eyes lingered on her as she hid her breasts away under her bra and then they disappeared totally under her shirt. Taking the lantern with them, the emerged, blinking, into the sunlight just as Susan called that lunch was ready.
Chapter 2.4 - Cheer Up!
Story (f/f)
The day the Amazon's came to visit was good fun. A dog racing trail had come through Swallowdale in the afternoon and Titty had noticed (even if she didn't think any of the others had), how Roger had been unable to take his eyes off the lad who had been laying the trail for the hounds. Despite wanting to be back for their afternoon tea with the great-aunt (not for desire, but to avoid trouble), the late lunch and the hound trail meant that the time just passed and suddenly they were late. Having had guests in the afternoon, they were out of milk and John wanted to do some work on the new mast for Swallow that was taking shape down in the bay where they had been shipwrecked. Susan, Roger, and John therefore walked down with the Amazons to the road, where the Blackett sisters managed to get a lift with a farm hand in a cart, whilst Susan and Roger went to Swinson’s farm for more milk and John carried on to the bay.
While her siblings were away, Titty had a bad idea. She had heard of voodoo dolls and thought she could make one of the great-aunt to encourage her to leave for home. She gathered up the few candle ends from around the camp and used Susan's frying pan to melt the wax and, as the wax cooled, scraped it up with a spoon and formed it into a very rough image of a person. She thought that she would slightly melt the wax, just to give the great-aunt an ache or something like that - just enough for her to pack her bags and head home. Unfortunately, for some reason - it could have been an errant tongue of fire grazing Titty's hand, or the wax getting slippery, she manged to drop the doll into the fire, and it burned up. Shocked, Titty could do nothing, and then suddenly her siblings started returning.
She told John and Susan what she had done - Susan was more worried about her frying pan than the possibility that Titty had killed someone by accident. John was also supportive saying that he didn't think it would have worked as candle wax wasn't the right thing to use. This helped Titty a bit, but she did not sleep well and was still fretting when she went with Roger to collect the milk from Swanson’s farm, it being her turn to go that day. She and Roger made their way to the farm and were greeted warmly by Mr and Mrs Swainson. Titty asked for news from Beckfoot, the Blackett's house, but there was none. She withdrew into herself as Mr Swainson launched into a song, Roger joining in the chorus with gusto.
Titty only came back when she realised that Mary was asking her to go through to the dairy to collect her milk. She followed the older girl across the yard to the dairy, the thick stone walls, and the position on the north side of the milking parlour kept it cool, as did the stone working surfaces inside. There were a couple of wooden work surfaces as well, each with a single wooden bar above from which hung the various implements needed in the dairy, such as ladles and butter paddles, along with a wooden table.
"Are you alright?" Mary asked. "You seemed a bit distracted."
"I... I did something that I ought not to have done," Titty replied.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really...I just may have done something horrid."
"Why don't you sit down here," Mary indicated a chair, "and I can help you relax - have you ever had a massage before?"
"No" said Titty, sitting down in the chair. Mary moved behind her and started to massage the back of the younger girl's neck.
"I can feel the tension here. Just try to relax and let my fingers work."
Titty took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She had to admit that Mary's hands were taking some of the tension out of her.
"We've got time," the older girl said to Titty, "once grandad gets singing he can be at it all day, especially with an audience like your brother."
Mary laughed and Titty relaxed more. Mary's hands kept up their pressure on Titty's neck and shoulders, slowly working out from the neck until both hands caught on the younger girl's bra straps.
"Would you mind slipping that off? It is a bit easier to massage without it."
"Certainly," Titty said, becoming more and more comfortable with Mary. She made to move so that she could get to the clasp, but the blonde girl told her to sit back on the chair but lean forward. Titty obeyed the instruction and could feel as Mary undid the buttons on her dress, then as the older girl's hands slipped down her back to work at the clasp of her bra. There was then the relaxing sensation as her breasts were freed from the support of the bra. As Mary removed the bra and laid it on the wooden work surface next to her, one of her hands grazed gently over one of Titty's breasts, but soon both hands were back on her shoulders and upper back, the arms and front of her dress slipping down as Mary continued to massage.
The touch of the older girl's hands on her back was electrifying - so much like the feeling she got when she was with Nancy. She was disappointed when Mary took her hands away.
"It may be easier for you to lie on the table," Mary said, "the chair is a bit low for me to reach."
Without thinking for a second, Titty moved off the chair and over to the table where she lay, face down, head over the end. As she moved, she was annoyed by her dress, so just pulled her arms out of it, letting the upper half fall to the waist and fully exposing her upper body. She didn't pick up on the catch in Mary's breathing as the older girl watched her get onto the table. Once Titty was settled, Mary moved in again, but this time approached from the side, and leant in to work on the younger girl's muscles. Occasionally, as Mary leant forwards, Titty could feel the older girl's breasts brush against her back. She wanted to reach down and touch herself but could not get to her snatch without making it very obvious what she was doing.
Titty did not seem to realise that Mary was moving lower and lower down her body until the blonde's hands were at the small of her back and the thumbs rubbing against the waistband of her knickers. As they worked outwards, Mary's hands nudged at Titty's dress and, knowing what Mary wanted, the younger girl lifted her hips allowing the dress to be pushed down her legs. Mary's hands caressed Titty's buttocks through the thin material of her knickers, then suddenly, the material was moved, and one hand was inside the back of the leg on a buttock, whilst the other hand was between Titty's legs, feeling the dampness of the fabric.
"You like that, don't you," Mary said, sensually.
"Yes," whispered Titty.
"Say it louder," Mary instructed. "No one can hear us out here."
"Yes," said Titty more firmly.
"Turn over then."
Titty obeyed the instruction, rolling over revealing the obvious spreading dampness over her cunt. Mary pulled Titty's legs, moving her along the table so her hips were almost at the edge, and she lay back along it, her head no longer over the end. One hand slid up Titty's leg, again entering under her knickers and making its way through her pubes to find her cunt. Titty let out a moan as the older girl's hand gently grazed her clit on the way through to getting its fingers into her.
"Do you want more of this?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mary?"
"Yes, what Mary?"
"Yes, please Mary. Please. Please!"
Mary pulled at Titty's knickers. Again, the younger girl lifted her hips to allow the blonde to remove her clothes. She now lay back, totally naked, on the table, giving herself to Mary. Mary moved her hands back in to work at Titty's snatch. The fingers of one hand were rubbing the younger girl's clit whilst those of the other hand quested into her cunt.
"Has anyone touched you like this before?" Mary asked, squatting at the end of the table, so all Titty could see was the top of her head.
"Yes, Mary"
"Other than you?"
"Yes, Mary?"
"Who was it?"
"A friend."
Mary leant forward from where she knelt in front of the table, moving her hands from Titty's cunt as she did so. She replaced the hand with her mouth, lapping up the sweet juices that were flowing out of the younger girl. Her hands moved down to frig her own snatch which was almost as moist as Titty's. The younger girl moaned as Mary's tongue worked its way into her cunt. Mary did let up for a bit to ask more questions.
"Did you do more with them?"
"Yes, yes," Titty breathed, then another great intake of breath as Mary's tongue lashed against her clit again.
"Tell me about it as I bring you off."
Titty's breathing quickened as the she recalled to her mind what had happened, and Mary's ministrations worked on her.
"It...it was with a girl. Oh God this is good. She...she...fuck..." Titty had difficulty getting her words out, but Mary just kept going until Titty had to blurt everything out in one blast.
"Nancy Blackett fucked me and I loved every second!" she shouted as her orgasm overcame her. The shout from Titty tipped Mary over the edge and she came as well. Both girls were breathing heavily, Mary still dressed, Titty lying naked on the table. Mary sat back in the chair that Titty had vacated earlier. Had they younger girl meant to shout out like that, or was it the intensity of the moment? She was unsurprised that tomboyish Nancy was into girls but had not known it before.
As they came down from their orgasmic highs, Mary handed Titty's knickers and bra back to the younger girl, who dressed quickly.
"Do you feel better now?" asked Mary?
"Much," replied Titty with a smile, as she picked up her can of milk to take back to the camp and went back to the farmhouse to collect her brother.
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