Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

For a useful summary of the plot thus far, please consult the Chapter Links before reading.

by kinkys_sis and kinkychic

A pleasant evening breeze blew across the verandah. We sat, each with a glass of port – Josh, Marianna, myself, and a Mr John Rudge.

At dinner, I had asked Marianna which plantation owner she thought of as a friend, one that could be trusted. She hadn’t hesitated in naming Mr Rudge. I asked her to send a message to ask if he could come over straight away.

I had formulated a plan concerning the ownership of Marianna’s plantation. It all hinged around this Mr Rudge.

Marianna’s exasperation was showing. “Now will you tell us what this is all about please, Bren?”

Solely so as to appraise Mr Rudge, I explained who I was. His only comment was. “Strange times we live in. Whoever heard of a woman being a ship’s captain, and one so young?” But there was a twinkle in his eye. I took an instant liking to this man.

“Marianna is to leave M & B. She will be sailing with me. She had thought to sell out, but I’ve an idea that might suit us better. I would like to suggest that Josh here take over control of the plantation.”

I held up a hand to stifle John Rudge’s protest. I knew what he was about to say. “I am ahead of you there, Mr Rudge. I know it is impossible to have a black owner. I suggest, if you are willing, that officially, on paper at least, you are the new owner. For this, you would receive a share of the profits. There are no mortgages on the property. Marianna owns it outright.”

Mr Rudge leaned towards me. “There’s one danger in that if the plantation is in my name and anything unforeseen were to happen to me, where would that leave Marianna? Why can you not leave it as it is, and pay Josh an increased wage to run things in her absence?”

I was ready for that one. “These are uncertain times, Mr Rudge. There are some unpleasant owners on these islands. Josh might find himself vulnerable to unscrupulous goings-on. Whereas, if you were thought of as the owner, then the plantation would be no more vulnerable than your own. As to ensuring Marianna’s property, a legally drawn up will would state that the plantation automatically reverts to Marianna in event of your death, or her return to the island.”

“I do believe I see why you are a ship’s captain. You thought all this up in just a couple of hours. And please, do call me John.”

Now, it was Marianna’s turn. “There’s one problem with all this, Bren. What about the promised payment to the crew? I don’t have that amount of money available in cash.”

“But I do, Marianna.”

Josh beamed. “I will be sad to have Marianna away. We are all very fond of her. But, Miss Bren, you do me an honour to place such trust in me.”

“So, John, do you believe it’s workable? And if so, would you be interested?”

“Yes, Miss Bren, it’s entirely workable, and if it helps my friend, then I am more than willing.”

Marianna must have forgotten that John was not aware of our circumstance when she came and flung her arms around my neck, gave me a resounding kiss and exclaimed, “Bren, my clever captain!” She turned bright red when she realised what she had done.

John busied himself lighting his pipe. “Humph. I did say these are strange times.”

Marianna walked around the table to him. “John, I hope we didn’t shock you. I beg your pardon. But the truth is, I love my captain, I have for a long time. Nobody knew what my plantation name, M & B, meant. Now, I’m sure you do.”

John did look a little shocked, he shook his head. He covered his fluster by turning back to his glass, it was empty. “Some more of this fine port would cover a multitude of sins,” he said.

Daphne appeared with the decanter, seemingly out of nowhere. She had been listening to every word, and smiled as she refilled our glasses. I knew I had been right in assuming she was not in love with Marianna.

We raised our glasses in a toast to our future success. As John got up to leave, he said he would speak with his solicitor in the morning.

Daphne was about to collect the glasses, but Marianna said to leave them and told her she could use the bathroom and prepare for bed.

Marianna asked me, “You would really give that amount of money away, Bren? It’s a huge amount.”

“I was just thinking about that,” I said. “We don’t need to give them much outright – half a guinea each would be plenty. If we were to give them six guineas each in actual coin, I’d most likely lose half of them when they try to drink it away. I have a ledger for each crew member that shows what each is due. The money is held in safe deposit.”

With an abrupt change of demeanour, Marianna asked, “Shall we go and find Daphne now? The poor girl must be wondering where we’ve got to.”

 There was no sign of Daphne in the bedroom, although the bed had been neatly turned down.

“Surely she’s not still bathing?” I said.

Daphne smiled up at us when we walked into the unlocked bathroom, where she lay in fairly shallow water, playing happily with her covering of bubbles.

“I hope you didn’t mind me using some of this foamy stuff,” she said. “It smells and feels so heavenly.”

I wasn’t really listening. I was fixated, rather, on her stunning black body. She had the short curly hair typical of her race, but shaved in tight swirling patterns that spoke of a heritage, long since forgotten, of a union with unseen powers. I’d never considered the beauty of an African woman before, but as Daphne rose sleek and gleaming from the bath, with pearly white suds slipping down her young curves, I could see my outlook needed broadening.

Her breasts were larger than I had thought from my earlier grope, but it was her nipples that really caught my attention. They were so much larger than mine or Marianna’s.

She wasn’t at all shy in front of us. If anything, she wanted to parade herself. She wiped her body clean of foam, then stood, clearly waiting our approval.

“What beautiful breasts – do you agree, Marianna?” I said.

“Oh, I do, I most certainly do.”

“And look, there’s no hair about her pussy – none at all.”

“There’s something I have often wondered,” Marianna said. “Inside your pussy – is it as black as your skin?”

The girl giggled. “Shall I show you?” With that, pulled her slit open with her fingers and spread her legs a little wider.

We both bent to look and were delighted by the bright, pink colour that stood out so vividly against its dark surroundings. I gasped at the size of her clit. I couldn’t wait to get my lips around that. The thought made me wonder, was lust driving me mad? I had only ever dreamed of my Marianna, now I was thinking about how I wanted to fuck this young black girl.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Marianna said. “It is only this once. Then we shall be together on your ship. Shall we take her to our bed?” Turning to Daphne, she continued, “Would you like that, my little one?”

I hadn’t missed the import of her words – our bed. It sounded so good to me. I didn’t have time to answer, before Daphne leapt from the bath, and ran laughing towards the bedroom. She had a gorgeous, full arse that swayed divinely as she ran.

When we walked into the bedroom, Marianna and I both came to a stop before the beautiful vision on display. There was Daphne in the middle of the bed, her body rendered so much darker by the whiteness of the bedclothes. Her expression betrayed an array of emotion. There was an expectancy in her eyes, but also an uncertainty.

She looked up at us, her hands clasped together. “You, Marianna, and your captain, made my dream come true today – or part of it. For a long while I’ve felt trapped, not knowing where to turn. I have driven myself half-mad with desire for a woman’s touch. You have both given me that. Now I am in your bed. My heart is filled with joy for what is to come, and yet I am frightened.”

Now she cupped her breasts. Her voice dropped to barely more than a whisper. “Do I please you?”

I groaned when she took hold of a nipple and gave it a pull. I could not help but notice her clit was even larger than it had been in the bathroom. The now familiar feelings began to spread. My pussy literally tingled.

Marianna tightened her grip on my hand tightened, her breathing quite audible. “Do you see that?” she almost whispered.

I could only reply with a rather strangled, “Yes!”

Daphne’s expression turned quite mischievous as she reached up and under the pillow. When her hand reappeared, it was holding a tapering talisman of polished ebony, blacker than she was. For a moment I was at a loss, but when she pressed it to the front of her pussy, I realised its purpose. Unseen powers, indeed.

“This has been my friend,” she said. She gave it a wiggle, and the bulbous end worked her lips apart. She pushed it into her cunt – carefully at first. The object widened toward the base, spreading her lips apart as it sank into the pink abyss. I had no idea how much a cunt could hold, but it seemed to be more than I would have suspected. This wooden phallus was disappearing.

She let go of it, leaving it deep inside. Then she pinched her fat clit between two fingers, shaking it back and forth. The phallus seemed to come alive of its own accord, jerking not only from side to side, but also a little in and out. She was slowly fucking herself, using her inside muscles, something I never imagined possible.

She rubbed her clit more rapidly then, reaching for her toy, withdrew it slowly from her cunt. It glistened beautifully in the light as it emerged. Marianna let go of my hand and thrust her fingers into my pussy. And why not? I did the same to her. Daphne grinned as she watched us. Then she thrust the object deep within once more, and this time, she began to pump it, gathering speed as she fucked herself.

Marianna groaned, turning and pulling my body against hers. Our eyes were on the black girl as we fucked each other’s pussies. Marianna’s other hand went behind me, and I knew what she was after. I jutted my backside out, and she went straight for my arsehole. There were no preliminaries. She simply forced her way in.

Daphne was now giving out little shrieks mixed with babble in a strange language. Her hips rose as she climbed toward release, fucking herself so fast that her charm turned to an ebony blur.

My own fingers came to a stop in Marianna’s pussy, even as hers slowed in mine. We were both enthralled by the girl on the bed.

Of a sudden, Daphne wailed, her hips dancing for a few seconds before she went rigid. She trembled, head to toe, holding up her arse on quivering legs. Then, slowly, her body sank again and she lay exhausted, gazing at both of us. The ebony charm gave the occasional twitch as after-tremors coursed through her.

Marianna and I turned to each other. “Have you ever seen the like?” I asked her.

“Of course not. I told you, I have done nothing since I last saw you. And that thing of hers, I… well, I never would have thought.”

I felt a nudge and glanced down. Daphne had tapped me with her foot. “Are you going to stand there all night talking about me and my jigger,” she said, “or will you allow me to show you its power?”

In a twinkling, Marianna and I lay side by side whilst Daphne knelt between us. She reached out and slipped her fingers between our pussy lips. Her touch was soft as she explored. She sought out our clits – mine she already knew, but she hadn’t yet seen Marianna’s. For a moment, she hesitated – this was her mistress, after all – but a quick glance at Marianna’s face told her she needn’t worry.

Her fingers were very skilled, but she had had enough of mere touch.

“Oh, so wet,” she said. “I think you are both ready to feel the joy my jigger gives.”

I glanced at Marianna. She only smiled back but I saw her raise her hips, and I did the same. I felt a wanton lust, something completely new to me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this black girl to fuck me.

And, by God, she did.

Her jigger just cracked me open. It went so utterly, gloriously deep, transporting me to a realm beyond dreams, beyond desire, beyond conscious thought itself. I heard Marianna scream, and I think I did the same. Daphne was fucking us both. I hadn’t seen her retrieve a second jigger, but now we were both enjoying the pleasure they gave. Daphne fucked us slowly one moment, hard and fast the next. She spoke but once: “Your buttons, lovely ladies,” she said. Rub your buttons.” And so we did.

Somehow, I managed to reach out and hold Marianna’s hand as we climbed higher and higher. My climax, when it came, was extraordinary. I simply wallowed in coming, over and over again.

At last, we lay there gasping. Daphne just laughed until I pulled her down between us. We lay for a while, huddled together, arms and legs entwined.

“Daphne, where did you learn such things?” I asked. “You are so young and yet you seem to know so much.”

She was silent for a moment, then: “I invented them. There has never been anyone.” She looked towards Marianna. “I have tended to you. I have bathed you at times and trimmed your private hairs. You never knew what I felt, or what I wanted. I have always known that I was different from the other girls, but I had nowhere to turn, no one to speak to. Then, when I saw you and the captain together… ” She was crying once more.

Marianna was visibly shaken. “Obviously, I never knew. Not that it would have made much difference, I have remained faithful to my Bren. But we could have confided in one another.”

Daphne calmed herself. “I had no way of knowing that I could tell you how I felt. I only knew you as my mistress. It wasn’t until I saw you and the captain together – your love for each other was so obvious. You have perhaps now given me the confidence to look for someone of my own.”

Marianna pulled her closer. “For that I’m glad,” she said. “I hope you find what you want. I think, though, you ought to be going now. It’s getting late.”

Daphne looked to be so happy as she left the bedroom. However, Marianna seemed puzzled. I think I understood what she was thinking.

I was about to say so, but she spoke first. “This has been the strangest day. First, in answer to my prayers, my lover returns. We make the sweetest love. Then, how can we make love to another girl when we have both remained faithful for so long? It makes no sense. Yet, I do not feel as though we have done anything wrong.”

“Perhaps because we have been apart so long. Something grew in us over time that needed to be released. We used Daphne in that way. But it suited her as well. Indeed. We have done her a favour. It’s done now – and not likely to be repeated.”

I felt as though I had come back to life. Marianna and I were wrapped in each other’s arms as we drifted off to sleep.

But my last waking thoughts were worrisome. Our plan seemed easy to execute, but I had a nasty foreboding that things could yet go very wrong.

On to Chapter Seven!