"What's this little apron and stuff?", asked ten year old Jessica Maltravers of herbest friend ten year old Gwendoline Foxe, when staying at her house for a day or two.
"Oh it's just Daddy's regalia. He's a Mason."
"What's a Mason do?" asked Jessica.
"They are a Secret Society and they meet in Lodges and dress up and they never tell anyone ANYTHING about what they do. And they all have to go through a nitiation ceremony before they can join"
"Gosh," said Jessica, "can we be Masons one day?"
"No, silly. Only men can join."
"Oh dear! What's nitiation mean, Gwen?"
"They roll up their trouser legs and unbutton their shirts and swear a horrible oath never to tell anyone anything."
"That sounds silly. When we grow up we'll start a lodge for Lady Masons and have a proper nitiation - not something stupid like that!"
Both girls agreed at once that this would be a jolly good idea.
Then Gwendoline's mother called for the two girls to come down for dinner and for eight years the idea was forgotten. Forgotten by Gwendoline, that is.
Gwendoline and Jessica remained inseparable companions all through preparatory school and during their years at Cheltenham Ladies College. They played every sport and played them well, winning all manner of cups and medals for the school. They also got into all sorts of trouble, being bawled out on the Head Mistress' carpet time without number. ("I swear those two are giving me a permanent sore throat," said this long-suffering lady at one point "But I really like the pair. There's no viciousness in either of them - just a bit wild."
They were the most popular girls of their year all the way up the school and by the time they left the Sixth one fine July day, after qualifying for the same Oxford College, there were a lot of tears shed by the hero worshipping girls of the junior school as these two legendary figures went.
They agreed without even having to discuss it that they would spend their Gap Year together, whatever it was they did with it. It was Jessica who suggested how they should spend it.
"Remember when we came across your Dad's Masonic paraphernalia, all those years ago?"
"Sure, Jess, we thought of starting our own lady Masonic movement for five minutes until we were called down for dinner! Golly I'd quite forgotten."
"Well I didn't forget. I've thought about it a lot since then and I vote we spend our Gap Year getting the whole thing off the ground."
"Oh, Jessica! Why not? We women can do anything those pigs of men can and better."
"Quite. The first thing is to recruit some other girls (let's keep it to our own age group to start with) and devise an initiation test which puts the men's pitiful mumbo jumbo in the shade. I think we should advertise in "The Times" for fifty girls and one man."
"What's the man for, Jess?"
"He can devise the initiation test. He'll never be a member himself so he can be above the fray, so to speak. We put ourselves in his hands for the test and then give him something for his trouble and go on and set up the Lodges ourselves."
"And so the following appeared in "The Times" Personal Column":
18 year old girls invited to apply to join the Lady Masons. Why should a lot of boring old men can have all the fun?
The two sifted through the replies and interviewed the ones who seemed the likeliest. Finally fifty girls were selected and told to keep themselves available until they were contacted.
An advert was also placed reading: "Man wanted to devise challenging initiation test for Women's Masonic Society"
They finally picked on a Harold Fitzjames - man of good background and obvious intelligence, who said he would need a few weeks to prepare things and would be in touch.
It was early in September that the long anticipated phone call came.
"Get all fifty girls outside the Guildhall in Gloucester in five day's time at noon sharp."
At the stipulated hour a group of excited, if apprehensive young women were waiting on the pavement outside the Guildhall when a bus drew up and out got Harold Fitzjames.
"Pile in, ladies. We've got a long ride ahead and the sooner we get there the sooner we can get started."
It was past four when the bus was driven down a country track in Cornwall and the ladies were invited to dismount. Harold led them down a path on to a small sandy beach, where a number of hardy end of season sunbathers, all nude, were preparing to leave for the day.
"This is where we start, ladies. As you see this is an unofficial nudist beach, and the nature of the test I have devised makes it a very suitable place to start."
He turned to Gwen and Jess and said, "I'll give you your instructions later."
"Now, ladies I want you all to come up two by two and get a set of instructions. You will take off your clothes and put them in one of these bags."
And so a numbered paper was handed to each pair and their clothes put into a bag with the corresponding number. After making several journeys back to the bus to stow the clothes, he addressed the would-be initiates.
"Here's what you do ladies. The envelopes you have been given contain a map. On the map I have marked the spot where your clothes will be hidden. You find your way there undetected and retrieve your clothes and pass the test. Simple as that. Nothing to it really. You only have to go a few miles in various directions. Good luck and get started."
And so forty eight chattering and excited girls clad only in shoes made off up the path and moved away, gradually splitting up and soon they were all out of sight.
(As a matter of interest, they all made it, although one or two had a few anxious moments - but they do not concern us again.)
Harold turned to the remaining two.
"As the leaders of this enterprise, it's only proper you get a bit more of a challenge. Start undressing - we're running out of time."
They handed him their clothes to be placed in the last unfilled bag.
"I think you've forgotten something, girls!" and he pointed to their footwear.
'Oh, hell,' they both thought, `even getting up off the beach along that nasty stony path is going to hurt!'
"Come on ladies, you won't need those wristwatches or your rings and necklaces etc. Off with it all. You'll get them back OK."
Right. Here is your envelope with your instructions. If you think it too much for you, I will be back in an hour to collect you and give you your clothes etc back and your little enterprise will be over before it even begins."
Bye for now, ladies!" And with these cheery words, Harold Fitzjames, Mason and misogynist departed chuckling to himself. "That's the end of their little game."
As Harold drove the bus away to deposit the clothes in the designated spots, Gwendoline tore open the envelope and Jessica put a hand on one of her friend's shoulders and rested her chin on the other, looking down at their instructions.
"Oh. Gosh! That's impossible. We couldn't even come close!" Both girls agreed.
"Let's sit over here and wait", said Gwen. "Hope he is not too late coming to pick us up, it's getting a bit fresh already."
After fifteen minutes the girls started to shiver.
"Let's practise a few wrestling moves or do some push ups for a while to keep warm," said Gwendoline.
Just as they were starting to grapple and Jessica was putting on a stranglehold, she relaxed her grip.
"Be nice to see the look on that smug bastard's face if he got back and we were gone."
"Even nicer to see him when we collect our clothes!"
"Let's do it!!"
And so the envelope was retrieved from where they had let it fall and the girls climbed up the path off the beach, their faces wincing as their soft-soled feet walked up the flinty surface. At the top they stopped and Jessica wiggled her dusty toes.
"There are going to be four very sore feet by the time this is over."
Gwendoline agreed and added, shivering in the evening cold.
"And four rather blue tits!"
They could still hardly believe they were actually trying this, but they had always been game for any dare at school. They had a reputation to maintain.
Those who wish to follow these girls' further adventures might care to read the following summary of the instructions the pair had been given:-
"The clothes can be collected on Friday 23rd November at 20 Lynemouth Road, Ellington, Northumberland betwen 6 and 10 am. You are to remain unclothed for the entire period. You will NOT steal in order to procure food, and you will NOT beg from strangers either directly or by implication. You may accept unsolicited hospitality, but only for a minimum of one night and must refuse all offers of any kind of bodily covering, including bedclothes. You are allowed to use the warmth of each others bodies at night. I have left food parcels at the locations described. They may have been found by others, but they have been well hidden. I stress that NO protection or covering to any part of your bodies is permitted. I trust you both to stick to what I have stipulated. I know you are women of honour. Good luck, ladies."
The envelope contained a map and a list of instructions as to how to find the food drops. Also a detailed map of the area where their journey was to end some ten weeks later. They would have to make a journey of well over five hundred miles, trying to remain undetected by authority in one of the most densely populated countries in the world.
* * *
Jessica emitted a loud and supremely satisfied belch.
"I like trout, Gwen. Nothing better than freshly caught fish."
"Yes, pity the vegetables were a little unorthodox!"
"Damn fine rabbit yesterday!"
"The best, darling!, but a few courgettes and asparagus tips and new potatoes would have been welcome."
"I vote we ignore those bloody food parcels for now."
"For the while, yes. But we'll need them soon enough!"
The two school friends and would be initiates sank back onto the grass in the warm September sun and considered the first two days of their journey to Northumberland. They were still tramping through Cornwall and getting their feet used to being in constant contact with the ground. The dry conditions and their Guiding experience had made the lighting of a fire of twigs and leaves by means of rubbing sticks together laborious but relatively straightforward. Maybe they could come across a discarded bottle and then they could use the sun's rays to light their fire. They had decided not to risk detection by trying to have a fire at night, and there was always the risk of starting a serious conflagration.
The first two nights had been cold and the enterprising girls who had loved being Girl Guides and had been on many camping holidays had contrived to keep themselves warm, finding some fold in the ground to snuggle in to - the one lying alternately on top of the other, keeping each other warm long enough to get a few hours sleep.
"I'm getting to like that bit in the instructions about the warmth of each others bodies," sighed Jessica.
"It is nice, isn't it?"
"We can't beg from strangers, but the instructions say nothing about friends and family."
"We're not asking our families for help. No bloody way!!"
"That still leaves friends - right?"
"You were always the memory woman. Start dredging up a few phone numbers out of that lovely mind of yours."
They got to their feet after their meal of trout garnished with various herbs and other hopefully edible leaves and berries. (useful that Jessie had been taught how to tickle trout by a disreputable poacher some years ago) and started to cross over Bodmin Moor.
"Lets hope there aren't too many helicopters buzzing around, Gwen. Not a lot of cover really."
"Oh there's plenty of heather. We'll be OK.
They decided to sleep for the rest of the day, while the sun was still strong enough and continue their journey through the night.
"Hope the skies stay clear. Without the stars we won't have much idea where we are going.
"It's been quite fun so far," said Jessica. "I mean there's lots of edible berries and nuts and stuff at this time of the year and it's still pretty warm in the day and we'll probably be OK until well into October, but those last three weeks are going to be awful, and it gets a lot colder the further north you go."
"We'll be pretty hardened by then," replied Gwendoline. "We'll gradually adjust as the temperatures fall bit by bit."
"We''ll need to."
"We'll think of something", said Gwen "Something within the rules. And we'll be there on 23rd November and see his jaw drop. We've just got to hang on to that thought - that lovely vision..."
"Let's have another look at that foot, Jess," said Gwendoline.
"Not too good, I'm afraid. We need to take it easy for a few days and you'd better lean on me as much as possible till it heals a bit."
And so the two trudged on slowly for another two days, Jessica leaning on to Gwendoline and putting as little weight on her left foot as possible. She had trodden on some thorns and pierced the sole. It had throbbed painfully for a few hours, but there seemed to be no infection and the girls concluded it just needed time to heal.
On the fourth day they located one of Mr Fitzjames' food stores and had their first diet Coke since the journey started. Most of the other items were the sort of iron rations that pilots took with them in the war in case of being shot down.
Jessica still had a slight limp, but her foot was healing fast and they picked up speed and crossed over into Devon, fording the Tamar near Launceston.
As dusk was falling on their fifth day, they decided to shelter under a stone wall, between two fields, hoping the night temperature would not be too low, in order that they might have a few hours sleep before pressing on through the dark.
They were just trying to settle down when Jessica who had volunteered to be first to lie on top, felt something wet and cold in her back. She looked around and there was a friendly little terrier, wagging its tail. It barked excitedly.
A face appeared peering over the wall. It belonged to a boy of maybe fifteen or so, whose face was a picture of amazement.
"I say, you shouldn't be out here like that you know!"
"What's the matter Mark," shouted a female voice.
"Nothing Sis, You go back home and fetch Dad."
"Nonsense Mark, I'm coming to see."
Seconds later a second face peered over at the two despondent girls. Both thought, `Over so soon after less than a week.'
The second face belonged to a girl of maybe twelve years old with pretty golden hair and bright blue eyes. She looked amazedly at the two, and then smiled in delight.
"Gosh, Mark. It's Gwendoline and Jessica!"
* * *
Gwen and Jessica recognised the fair haired young girl as Paula Greene, one of the more promising hockey players in the junior school - and a girl who had always regarded the two with awe.
"Hi, Paula! Nice to see you again so soon! Back to college in a day or two?"
"Yes! Rotten luck, now that you two have gone, there won't be anyone worthwhile left."
"Don't you believe it Paula. WE said that every year and there was always someone to take the places of those who'd gone. One day people will be saying the same about you! YOU will be a legend!!"
"No one will ever be able to touch you two! Remember what the Principal said? These are a unique pair, and our lives have all been enriched by having them with us?"
"I wonder why she was so nice on that last day! Most of our time there she was always bawling us out for something."
"Anyway - why are you here like this - utterly starkers? Have you been kidnapped and left to freeze by some maniacs? No! Course not! You'd both have been far too good for them. Why?"
And so the two friends explained the situation to Paula and her eyes became rounder and rounder.
"Golly, what an adventure! I wish I could join you! Don't you Mark?"
Mark disdained to reply, but he was obviously much stirred by the sight of two nude and well-endowed eighteen-year old girls and he tried to shift his position in order to make his arousal less obvious.
The hugely amused and pleasantly flattered Jessica and Gwendoline did not fail to notice the young boy's embarrassment.
"Do you want to stay with us... Oh maybe not... daddy wouldn't be too pleased. What shall we do, Mark?"
"Er, they could sleep in the barn. We could get them some blankets from the house without being noticed."
"No, Mark!" said Jessica, noting with relief that his body was returning slowly, but surely to normal!, Thanks all the same, but we can't accept any kind of covering - quite against the terms of the test. But the barn would be nicer to sleep in than outside - our first night's shelter in nearly a week."
"We can get you things to eat as well," said Paula, "if it won't mean you are cheating - I know you would never do that."
"Thanks Paula, we can accept your kind offer."
Led by Mark and Paula the two naked young ladies walked to the shed and settled down on the earthen floor.
"Good job we're not scared of spiders," said Gwen.
"Wonder what they're like to eat?"
"Yuck! Gross! Don't come up with any more remarks like that Jessie or it'll be a long ten weeks! Just wrap those nice strong arms and athletic thighs around me and let's get some sleep."
At this point the barn door opened and Mark came in carrying some food and drink for them.
"Hope this will be OK", he muttered, "but we have to be careful no one notices anything missing from the house and gets suspicious."
"Oh!, you're such a good boy, Mark", said Jessie. "Isn't he a lovely boy, Gwen?"
"MMMM!!!" said the two girls together.
Mark blushed and began to back away.
"Sure you don't want any blankets or anything?"
"No, Mark. It's against our rules - worse luck. We have to either keep each other warm or stay cold," said Gwen.
"Maaaaark!" said both girls.
"How would YOU like to keep us warm, darling Mark?" asked Jess.
"We're not allowed any form of covering, you fool," the nervous Gwendoline spoke.
"There's nothing in the agreement about Education!!!" said Jessica. "Remember OUR GLORIOUS BLESSED SACRED LEADER, THE GREAT AND CELEBRATED TONY BLAIR , UPON WHOSE HOLY AND OMNIPOTENT NAME BE PEACE AND ENDLESS BLESSINGS FOR EVER?!!! Remember what he said - 'Education, education and education"?
"Come on Mark - it's Education time for you!! GET THOSE SILLY CLOTHES OFF AND COME OVER HERE!!"
And the three young people had a warm, energetic and interesting night. Very educational!
* * *
"Gosh Gwen, that was a pretty good night"
The two would-be initiates walked away from Paula and Mark's home filled with bittersweet memories of the night that they had just passed with Mark.
"What a lovely, strong boy," said Gwen in a dreamy voice.
"He just didn't know when to stop, did he?"
And so the long journey to the North East continued and the friends covered twelve miles by lunch time and discovered another of Harold's food caches. They slept for a couple of hours, having had very little rest the previous night.
On waking up, Jessica said, "I don't really think the Prime Minister meant "Education, education and education" to include the seduction of fifteen year old boys by a couple of randy sex-starved eighteen year old girls."
"No, Jess. I guess you're right. Tony's a decent church-going family man, after all. We were well out of order!"
"Gwen. We should pay some sort of forfeit to make amends."
"Right - let's forgo the warmth of each others bodies tonight. That should even up the score and cool off our carnal lusts."
They covered twelve more miles and slept apart from each other for the first time in the journey. It was a very chilly and uncomfortable night, out in the open and with the weather getting noticeably cooler.
They made an early start in the morning, remembering with nostalgic regret the lovely breakfast Paula and Mark had fed them the day before. The parents of this couple had left the house very early to drive over to Plymouth and Gwen and Jess had been able to enter the house and use the bathroom - the first time they had used a proper toilet since they started out on their initiation. The brother and sister had offered them more food and a bag to carry it in, but the girls had decided that Harold's clear intention was for them to carry nothing with them. Why else had they been told to discard watches and rings etc.?
They had also offered to give Jessica a plaster to put on her sore foot, but the girls had refused on the grounds that this would constitute a form of body covering. In any case, the foot was almost healed by this time and must grow accustomed to plenty more rough usage in the coming weeks.
Gwendoline recalled the number of a friend who had a cottage near Exeter and she called her from an isolated phone box arranging for the pair to be picked up.
Harriet, the friend's name, was outwardly calm when seeing the unclothed state of her two school chums and said nothing until they reached the remote cottage.
"You two always were a wild couple - but this is the wildest yet! What the fuck's going on?"
The girls explained.
"Well, you might have let me in on it, you pair of rotters!"
"If you'd answered our ad in 'The Times' we would have done", said Jessica. "A couple of the girls did and we didn't even bother interviewing them - just admitted them right away. I wonder how they got on?"
A phone call from the cottage ascertained that all the other girls had passed the test and were now awaiting to hear that the two leaders had passed theirs.
"How do you two seriously imagine that you can survive three weeks in November in the North of England out in the open all day and with maybe some draughty old barn - if you're lucky - to sleep in at night? Why don't you stay here until the 22nd November and I'll drive you up to the rendezvous overnight in time to make the appointment?"
"Because we can't stay any where for more than one night" said Jessica. "Any way we're getting pretty hardened already. We'll be tough as old leather by November"
"I know you two are pretty rugged - I never saw anyone take so many hard knocks at any and every sport and never give up. And you passed that survival course last summer, when the rest of us chickened out. But - talk sense girls - no one BUT NO ONE is that tough. Not even you. You've got to come up with a way of keeping mostly indoors for those three weeks or you're dead. I'll ask around and see if we can't get a few people to rally round and come up with a few ideas, and I'll give you both a lift any where you like to name in the morning. All I ask is to be your first new initiate."
And so Gwendoline and Jessica had a lazy day chatting to Harriet and eating three square meals for a change. They had a soft, comfortable bed to sleep on, although , of course, they had to refuse sheets. This time they were able to keep each other warm, in contrast to the previous night of penance for their seduction of Mark. (I don't believe Mark ever complained. HIS only regret was that none of his friends would believe his story of two beautiful naked girls appearing from nowhere - enticing him into their warm and sweaty embraces).
In the morning, Harriet had a brainwave.
"I know you can only stay the one night, girls, but you don't have to leave just yet. Stay most of the day and I'll drive you over to Minehead. My favourite boyfriend lives there. He'll be delighted to see me! And you can sleep in the spare room while we're having fun in his!"
And so the two passed another lazy day and had another comfortable night. This was all turning out to be so much more comfortable than expected, but the girls had an uneasy feeling that they were in for tougher times ahead.
They lay awake for an hour or two, listening to the sounds of the amorous activities from next door through the thin wall. "Golly, Jess - aren't they having a go at each other! - lucky bastards! - I wonder her parents leave her alone a second, let alone for months at a time, living at that cottage throwing Lord knows what wild parties."
"Lucky girl, though"
"Is she ever!"
This reminded them both that their own parents might be getting concerned if they heard nothing of them soon and so they resolved to make the odd reversed-charge call every few days, keeping them posted about their trek across England - minus the unimportant detail that they were both totally undressed! No point in embroidering a tale too much - keep to the bare essentials!
* * *
Next morning four naked people sat eating breakfast. Harriet and Bill, and Gwendoline and Jessica. Despite last night's energetic love-making, Bill and his girlfriend were still all over each other in the most disgusting way and our heroines had difficulty controlling their envy.
"Jessie," said Harriet, emerging breathlessly from a long and rather noisy kiss. "We've got to find ways of putting you two up with people between here and the North East and between now and November. We can surely arrange it with enough guys across the length and breadth of the Kingdom."
"No," unitedly from Gwen and Jessica.
"We aren't meant to have it easy and we don't want it easy. This was all devised to be tough for us. Even these last two days - they've been within the letter of the instructions, but not the spirit."
"We're walking again and sleeping rough and living off the land after you drop us off today. These delightful interludes must be just that - interludes."
"At least take a box of matches with you. You can't light fires by friction, and striking flints and all that, in the rain and you're really going to need a bit of warmth in November."
"Tell you what," said Gwendoline, "we'll give you the details of our itinerary and where old Harold's food caches are. You can get someone to add a few bits and pieces to some of them if you like. We can survive on nuts and berries for the time being and we've already caught a couple of rabbits and three lovely juicy trout. We CAN survive - don't worry about us."
"Promise me I won't have to go through an initiation as fearsome as this!"
"OK," said Jessica, "but one little twelve year old wanted to join us in this adventure the other day. We had a hard job dissuading her! We promised she could join on her eighteenth birthday."
"Why don't we join them Harry?" said Bill. "If these two can do it, we certainly can and we've got our love to keep us warm!"
"Hard enough for two of us to keep out of sight. An army of nude young people tramping across England is bound to attract notice!"
"You can't refuse help from us," said Harriet. "OK. So you must refuse offers of bodily covering but you can't stop people offering other kinds of help. We'll be keeping an eye on you two. That's a promise! Isn't it Bill, darling."
Bill nodded smilingly and returned to his lingual probing of Harriet's mouth and throat. A lot of face sucking went on, only occasionally interrupted by the consumption of breakfast. The sight of them passing food and drink from one mouth to another induced an equal mixture of queasiness and erotic stimulation in Jess and Gwen.
During a brief intermission between gropings and fondlings, Bill returned to the topic of the two girls and their inability to carry any possessions around with them.
"I read this story on the internet a while back. It went on and on for month after month and I grew bored with it after a while. It was about some student in America who was caught streaking on campus and tried to explain that she was doing it because she was a religious nudist - you remember Harry - and she was forced to live a lie from then on. She was barefoot like you two girls and those New England winters are much worse than anything we ever get. Any way the point I'm trying to make is that she was given a little pouch which she could strap to her ankle containing credit cards and money etc."
"God, why bring up that infantile story, Bill?" said Harriet. "Thank Heaven you've got me now to keep your mind off that nonsense!" she turned to Gwen and Jessica. "He used to spend almost the whole day glued to that bloody silly computer. Getting a real nerd until I cured him. Come here YOU!!"
"What I mean is," said Bill after he had extricated himself from Harriet's frenzied attentions, "is that you could do something like that."
"Don't be so bloody silly Bill. That was in America and this is England - and these two girls are REAL not some figment of some guy's over-fevered imagination."
"Yes, Bill," said Gwendoline, " I really think we are meant to travel VERY light indeed! Thanks for the suggestion anyhow. And I believe the young lady in the story got separated from her pouch at some point and had a very long cross-continental journey without it."
"Oh, Gwen, don't say YOU read all this crap as well? Get yourself a fucking life girl!" Harriet moaned.
"Funny idea, that. I mean being a religious nudist!" said Bill. "The most unconvincing thing about a very unconvincing story."
"Well I LIKED it," cried Gwendoline. "And I can see where the religion might come into it. Don't you, Jess?"
"No, Gwen - you do the thinking for the two of us."
"Bollocks, Jess! You know as well as I do, and don't pretend you don't! Out in the middle of nowhere on the moors with the earth under your feet and the sun and wind on your body - it's different, somehow. Something primal about it. They say the religious instinct is planted deep inside us and maybe it's a kind of universal folk memory, going back to the very first humans all those millions of years ago. I mean, they were naked and they only had their hands and their brains to survive. And they DID survive. I just feel like I'm a part of something ancient and sacred, somehow!"
Later in the day Bill and Harriet dropped the two friends off and wished them well.
"Remember you two! We're never more than a 'phone call away! Sorry you won't let us join you!"
And so they were on their own again and very glad to be so.
"I know we're close friends and getting closer, Gwen, but I don't know if I want to be as close to you as those two are to each other. Mind you - you are lovely and soft and warm at night!" said Jessica later that day as they walked over the Brendon Hills.
The sight of a group of hikers resplendent in fluorescent anoraks and stout walking boots gave them a bit of a scare and they crouched in the long grass for twenty minutes until they were all well out of sight.
"May I kiss you just a little bit? I can't get those two out of my mind or out of my pussy, come to that. It looked SO nice, what they were doing!"
"Didn't it though? MMMMMMM!! darling Jess."
Both girls had exchanged friendly kisses on the mouth many times as girls do, but what followed on this day out in the open in rural Somerset was a delightful revelation to both of them. They rubbed their tongues hungrily against each others and squirmed with delight as they began to fondle each others breasts and explore their sweet, secret crevices, wondering at the delicious warm moistness down there!
"Not bad, eh Gwen? Mind you I'd swap you for Mark any day. His lovely member was more filling and satisfying, somehow than your delicate little fingers, sweet though they are."
"Me too," said Gendoline. He was quite the stallion, wasn't he?"
"Fun if we both got pregnant by him wouldn't it?"
This last remark sobered both girls up somewhat, and they each had a
slightly anxious time until their next respective menstruations. (About
which - the excellent Harold had made provision for these female needs
when stocking the food caches! Not contraception, alas - the girls were
clearly meant to eschew the satisfaction of all bodily lusts for the
duration. Either that or risk the consequences.)