Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

It was just getting light when I woke up. The clock said 6:30 am. I’d forgot where I was. Then I remembered I was at Siobhan’s house. I looked over and there she was, sound asleep.

She looked cute and beautiful all at the same time. I replayed in my mind what had happened the night before. After I’d watched her and her mom have sex, we’d taken a break to freshen up.

Me and Siobhan were laying naked on her bed when her mom came back in. She had a tray of ice tea and cookies with her. Me and Siobhan ate and drank while Jean talked.

“Girls, I loved what just happened,” Jean said.

Then she told us about how she’d have sex with her sister when she was a kid.

Me and Siobhan finished eating and drinking while she told us all that. It was making us kind of horny again, well, that and all of us sitting around naked.

Jean had me and Siobhan do some poses and stuff for her. She asked us to stand and kiss and hug and feel each other up. Jean sat on the bed and watched her eight-year-old daughter and me.

Jean asked me to lay on my back on the bed. Then she asked Siobhan to touch and play with my pussy. Siobhan was happy to do that. Jean started to play with herself while she watched.

I asked if I could lick their pussies at the same time.

Mother and daughter lay next to each other and I went back and forth on them while they kissed and felt each other up.

Jean ended up licking Siobhan again while I licked Jean. After they’d come, they took turns licking me. It ended with Jean licking my butt hole while Siobhan licked my pussy. I had a huge come.

Then Jean had us get ready for bed.

Jean said , “You girls can continue your slumber party, I must go rest.” She kissed us goodnight and left the room.

We put our pajamas back on. Me and Siobhan talked for awhile about what had happened. We were both very happy about it. She had a lot of questions about mother-daughter sex that I did my best to answer. We talked till we both fell asleep.

Now, in the dim morning light, I watched Siobhan sleep as I thought about all that, and then fell back asleep myself.

I woke up again later with the sunlight coming through the drapes and into my eyes. Siobhan was on her side resting her head on her hand and looking at me. She kissed my forehead.

I lay there for a while. Then I went to the bathroom. I peed, and then washed my hands and face, and my pussy too, in case anyone wanted to lick it again.

When I came out of the bathroom Siobhan said, “How’s my monkey girl?”

So I did a somersault on the floor and started walking around like an ape. Waving my hands and arms over my head and making my legs all bowed and short. I made monkey faces and sounds.

Siobhan was shrieking with laughter.

That made me act even sillier which made her laugh harder.

Then I pulled my pajamas off. I did more monkey stuff and jumped on the bed. I felt around Siobhan’s hair and pretended to pull out bugs and eat them.

Siobhan stopped laughing and was staring at my pussy. I pulled at her pajamas till she was naked like me.

Siobhan smiled at me and said, “I have the most deliciously wicked idea, Katy. Let’s go to my mother’s room nude and engage her in sex with us.”

I smiled back and told her that was a great idea.

She led me by the hand to Jean’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and we heard this odd noise.

It sounded like “WRRRR, wrrrrr, WRR” back and forth, loud and soft.

Siobhan looked at me with a question on her face.

I looked back at her the same way and shrugged my shoulders.

Whatever the noise was, we’d have to go in and find out.

Siobhan pushed the door open and led me in. We stopped about three feet from the bed. Jean was naked with the bed covers pushed back. She was on her back with her eyes closed.

With one hand she played with her nipples. The other hand was between her legs moving something back and forth. That’s what was making the noise. When it was mostly out of her pussy it was loud and once back inside, less loud.

Her eyes opened and she looked at us.

“What a wonderful thing to see,” she said, looking us up and down.

We jumped on the bed kneeling on either side of her, near her hips.

We watched her masturbate.

“It’s a vibrating dildo.” Jean said, as she watched us looking at it going in and out of her pussy. Jean pulled it all the way out and turned it off. She held it in the air.

It was slick with her pussy honey. I leaned forward and licked her stuff off it. Siobhan copied me.

Jean said, “Let me show you how to help me.”

Jean handed the dildo to Siobhan and then with one hand Jean spread her pussy open. With her other hand she guided Siobhan’s hand till she had pushed the dildo deep into her pussy.

Jean showed Siobhan how to turn on the vibrator part. Then she showed Siobhan how to move it in and out.

I played with Jean’s tits while I watched Siobhan masturbate her mother.

I started to rub my pussy too. Jean watched me while Siobhan kept working her mom’s pussy with the vibe. After a little bit Jean put her hand back over Siobhan’s hand and moved the vibrator faster and harder.

Jean yelled out. “Fuck me! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Coming. Fuck! Uhhhhhhhhh, yeah!”

Me and Siobhan watched wide eyed as Jean came like crazy.

Jean pulled the dildo out and turned it off then just lay there panting and looking me and Siobhan up and down. Then Jean licked the dildo clean.

Jean turned the vibe back on and stuck it on my pussy. I had like a super come in a few seconds and fell over on my side.

Siobhan said, “Do it to me, Mother!”

Which Jean did, with the same result it had had on me.

Jean threw some clothes on after awhile and told us to put something on while she made breakfast for us.

Siobhan took me back to her bedroom and we cleaned up a little and then just put on our bathrobes and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Jean had made something called crepes. They were sort of like rolled up pancakes but different. We had fruit with them and they were real good.

Jean looked at us while we sat around the table and she asked, “Do you girls have anything on under those robes?”

I said, “That’s for us to know, and you to find out.”

“Very well then,” said Jean, “stand up.”

We stood up and Jean opened my robe up first. Her eyes went right to my pussy and she smiled. Then she opened her daughter’s robe up and gave an even bigger smile as she looked Siobhan up and down.

She took off Siobhan’s robe and put it on the kitchen table all spread out. Then she removed my robe.

“Sit on the table, you two,” Jean ordered us.

She took my robe and knelt on it on the floor. Jean began to lick our pussies back and forth while me and Siobhan watched.

After she did that for a while she led us back upstairs to her bedroom. She had her own bathroom with a huge tub that she filled up while she took her clothes off.

We all three of us bathed together. She washed me and Siobhan all over with just her hands. Then me and Siobhan did the same to Jean.

We hung out naked on Jean’s bed after that and talked a lot.

Then we all got dressed. I beat Siobhan in another game of chess. Then Aunt Billie arrived to take me home. On the drive back, Aunt Billie asked if I’d had a good time.

I told her about all the sex stuff. When we got home Mom was in her room asleep.

Aunt Billie asked, “Hearing about your sleepover has me really horny, Katy. Would you be up to having some fun with me?”

I said, “Yeah for sure. Um, my pussy’s a little tired but I sure would love to get naked with you. Maybe I could lick you, okay?”

Me and Aunt Billie got naked, right there in the living room. She kissed me and felt me up while she asked me to tell her again some parts of the sleepover. She’d stop me at some points and asked questions.

Aunt Billie got so horny that when I licked her pussy it didn’t take long for her to have a huge come on my face.

Afterward we cleaned up and dressed and Mom finally came out of her bedroom to hang with us.

We had a light dinner and Aunt Billie went home. Me and Mom went to bed early.

Monday and Tuesday were just regular days at school and home. Monday night Mom helped me fix the record player. She showed me how to use it. We listened to an album. That’s what they call the big black discs that you play. I liked that you could change the speed and make the songs sound funny.

Wednesday my asthma was acting up. I wasn’t allowed to go to phys ed class and stayed in the class room while Mrs Collins worked on report cards and I got a start on my homework.

Mrs Collins asked me to go to the office and get envelopes for her. I was glad to get away from my homework for a minute and went to the front office.

The pretty woman was there and asked, “How can I help you?”

I said, “Mrs Collins told me to come get her some vanilla envelopes.”

She smiled and said, “You mean manila. Did she say what size?”

“Um, report card size, I guess.” She talked with me a little as she got a box of them, then I went back to my classroom with them.

As I handed the box to Mrs Collins, she said, “Katy, are you upset with me for some reason?”

“Golly, no. You’re my favorite teacher.”

“Well, you seem like you’ve been afraid of me or something. If anything or anyone is bothering you, I hope you know I’m always here for you to talk to.”

“Um, thanks.”

Then I went back to my seat. I wondered if I should say anything or not. I went back to her desk. Mrs Collins looked up at me from her work and smiled but didn’t say anything.

I chewed my bottom lip and my eyes felt hot.

“I’m sorry you thought I was mad at you or something. I… don’t know how to say this.”

Mrs Collins looked at me a little worried now but still waited for me to say whatever I had on my mind.

I went on, “It’s just that I’ve been having dreams about you.”

“Oh,” Mrs Collins said, “Like you have to talk in class and you’re in your underwear or something? We all have dreams like that. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s…” I felt my face getting all hot. “I have sex dreams about you. Every night.”

I put my hands over my face and looked down as I took a step backwards away from her. Why had I told her, I thought to myself. Why was I so stupid.

“Oh.” Mrs Collins said as she pulled my hands away from my face. “Have you talked to your mother about this, Katy?”

I nodded my head.

“She said, ‘Dream are just dreams.’ That it’s normal to have dreams. She said I should…”

There is no way I’d ever tell her what Mom said.

Mrs Collins gave me the kind of nice smile a mom gives and said, “What did your mother say, Katy?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Just between us? You can’t never tell no one, ever.”

Mrs Collins didn’t correct my English like she would always do, instead she just said, “It will be our secret.”

“Mom said,” and then I kind of blushed I think and wiggled a little and I went for it, “Um, my Mom, said I should masturbate before bed and maybe I wouldn’t have the dreams about you.”

Now Mrs Collins blushed a little bit. She asked me, “Oh, I see. Did it help, Katy?”

Now I couldn’t stop my stupid mouth from talking.

“No. I have a dream about you every morning and wake up all sticky down there between my legs.”

I looked at the floor again and wished I could drop through it.

“If it makes you feel any better, Katy, over the years, some boys, and a few girls also, have had a crush on me. I know this is a little different. I want you to know that I’m not angry or upset. It’s a normal thing that just happens. I promise you that it will stop at some point and you’ll forget all about it. Okay?”

“Okay.” It was hard for me to look at her.

Mrs Collins smiled at me. “I’m glad you told me, Katy. I hope you feel a little better now.”

“I guess so. Thanks.”

“All right. Now how about you get back to your homework.”

I went back to my desk. I started my homework again. I was glad Mrs Collins was my teacher.

As Mary walked me home after school, I was quiet. That was okay, she did all the talking anyway. We kissed goodbye at my house. I wondered to myself, as I looked for my house key, if I’d ever stop having sex dreams about Mrs Collins. In a way I hoped I would. In another way it made me sort of horny that now Mrs Collins knew I had sex dreams about her.

Friday night after dinner Mom sat with me on the couch. She put her arm around me and said, “I have to leave very early tomorrow morning. Aunt Billie and I will be gone most of the day. We’ll be home early evening.”

“I’ve arranged for Pam to stay with you. She’ll be here when you wake up in the morning. I want you on your best behavior, understand?”

“Where are you guys going?”

“It’s grown-up stuff, Katy. I don’t think you’d enjoy being with us. All very boring things that I don’t even want to do.”

“Then don’t! Stay home with me.”

Mom kissed my head and twirled my hair with a finger. “I wish I could,” she said, “sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to. Just obey Pam. Do your chores, take a shower and put on clean clothes.”

I made a pout face. Mom smiled and said, “If it makes you feel any better, Mary and Lucy will be here with you from around eleven till two or so to play with you.”

That did make me feel better. I was sorry Mom wouldn’t be home, but I was looking forward to seeing if Pam would do sex stuff with me again. Even if she wouldn’t, I knew Mary and Lucy would for sure.

I wanted to ask Mom what was going on with her. I didn’t though. I’d brought my report card home after school. With just two Bs, a D and the rest all Cs, she wasn’t very happy with me. So I didn’t ask her anymore because I knew it would just turn in to another lecture over my grades and studying harder.

She tucked me in later. I didn’t wake up till way early in the morning. I heard voices and cars in the driveway. I just went back to sleep. When I got up it was way after eight.

I came downstairs in my PJ’s and went to the bathroom. When I came out I noticed the TV was on. I went in the living room to find Pam asleep on the couch. I turned off the TV and that woke her up.

Pam had on blue jeans and a sweatshirt. There wasn’t much purple left in her hair. She still had her purple lipstick. But nothing else was purple anymore. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.

“Hi, Squirt,” she said, through a yawn. “You been up long?”

“No. I just got up. Why are you here?”

Pam looked at me like I was zombie or something. “Didn’t your mom tell you I was watching you today?”

Then I remembered what Mom had told me last night. “Oh yeah. I forgot.” Then I remembered about the cars and voices I’d heard way before, that was everyone coming and going.

For breakfast Pam made us toast and we had cereal and juice. The best part was we ate it in front of the TV watching westerns. Mom never lets me do that.

Then I did my chores while Pam did homework. It was nice having her there. After my chores, I took a shower and washed my hair. I went up to my room and put all clean play clothes on.

Pam brushed my hair when I came down and put it in pigtails.

That’s when Mary and Lucy got to my house. Mrs Tran told them to be good and she left. After my ten-year-old friend Mary and her six-year-old sister had their coats and boots off, we hung out in the living room with Pam our thirteen-year-old babysitter.

I saw Mary checking out Pam. So I ran over and stood next to Pam and said, “I know I’m only nine but I look just as hot as Pam, don’t I?”

Lucy agreed right away that I did. Mary said, “I love you, Katy, but Pam has curves and nice little boobies. Pam is way hotter than you.”

I jumped on the couch on top of Mary and started to tickle her. She tickled me back and I fell on the floor with her on top of me.

“Okay, you two!” Pam said. “No rough housing. I’ll be in trouble if you guys break anything.”

“Well, tell her to be nice to me.” I said to Pam. At that Mary punched my arm.

“Hey! Aren’t you brats supposed to do what I tell you?”

Me and Mary nodded our heads, “Yes” and Lucy said, “I’m being good.”

“Yes, you are.” said Pam to Lucy. Then Pam said to me and Mary, “Stand up you two.” Me and Mary stood up. “Now kiss each other.”

Me and Mary looked at each other surprised. We smiled at each other.

Mary put one hand on the back of my head and her other hand on the small of my back. She moved her head toward me and her mouth went against mine. I put my hands on Mary’s butt and squeezed her cheeks.

Mary’s tongue went in my mouth and I put mine in hers. We were rubbing against each other when Lucy said, “Aw, Pam, this is boring. Make them do something more fun.”

“Okay.” said Pam. “Lucy, you get up too.”

Pam sat down in the easy chair while the three of us stood in front of the couch. Pam was knocking her knees together back and forth and she had her finger in her mouth, then she said, “Okay. All three of you take all your clothes off.” We all looked at her. “Come on, you brats. Your moms said you have to obey me. Now strip.”

Lucy clapped her hands and jumped up and down, then she shucked off all her clothes in about five seconds. I wasn’t too far behind her. Mary was taking her sweet time.

Mary took off her clothes piece by piece, slowly folding her clothes as she undressed and laying them neatly on the couch. Not that me or Pam minded. It was pretty sexy.

We were all looking at Mary now that she was nude like me and Lucy. Pam stood up and looked us all up and down. Then she moved behind us.

Pam said, “Okay, now feel up each other’s butts.”

Mary was in the middle, so me and Lucy were feeling Mary’s ass, while Mary had one hand on my ass and the other on her little sister’s cute bare ass.

We looked over our shoulders at Pam whose face was red now. Pam smiled and said, “Yeah, that’s real good.” Then she moved back in front of us and said, “Now play with each other’s pussies.”

Once again, Lucy’s and my hands met on Mary’s pussy. Mary had one hand on my pussy and her other hand on her sister’s. We liked touching each other like that.

Lucy said, “This is fun.”

As me and her both fingered Mary’s moist slit, we got even wetter as Pam slowly undressed in front of us. When Pam was bare-naked also, she sat down in the chair and spread her legs. She began to masturbate while she watched us playing with each other’s pussies.

Mary looked over at me and said, “Katy, go get the puzzle box.”

I felt dizzy. “You sure?”

“Yes! Go get it now.”

I slowly walked up to my bedroom. I got the puzzle box and came back down. When I came back in the living room Lucy had just finished clapping her hands and saying “Yeah, I want to see them again!”

Pam had just crossed her heart with her finger and said, “It sounds cool, Mary, I promise to keep it secret.”

While I’d been gone they’d all moved to the couch. Mary said, “Get your Mom’s laptop now.”

When I came back with it, Mary put the connections in it that hooked it up to the flat screen TV. Then Mary smiled at me and said, “Open up the puzzle box.”

I’d done it so many times now I had it open in just a few seconds. I dumped the six thumb drives on to the coffee table. Mary looked at them closely.

They all looked the same to me but Mary looked at each one and put them in a line on the coffee table. Then Mary got up and made sure all the doors were locked and all the shades drawn.

Next Mary sat back down with us. She grabbed the TV remote and the screen came up blue. Then she turned on the laptop and the computer screen came up on the TV.

Mary put in the thumb drive that was first in the row of them she’d made. Lucy clapped her hands as an image began to appear. On the bottom left side of the screen in a square we could see Mary. She had on a t-shirt and blue panties.

Then the rest of the screen appeared. There was a girl wearing a green t-shirt and purple panties. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were blue. She had a cute face and a turned-up nose.

“Yeah, Mary,” said the girl on the screen “I really love that song too.”

“So do you have a girlfriend?” the girl on the screen asked as she lay down on her tummy.

“No,” said the Mary on the screen. “There’s a girl I like. She’s my best friend. But I don’t think she thinks about sex. What about you, Kelly?” Mary asked the girl who took up most of the screen.

“Not really. But that doesn’t stop me from having sex. So you’ve never done stuff with a girl?”

The Mary in the small part of the screen laughed and said, “Yeah, I’ve done stuff with a girl lots of times.”

The other girl, Kelly looked very interested. “Yeah? Who’d you do stuff with?”

Mary answered, “I’d better not say. You’ll think I’m a total freak.”

Kelly laughed, “I already think that. Tell me who and I’ll take my shirt off.”

Mary said, “You have anything on under your shirt?”

“Not a thing. You’ll see my tits, if you tell me, that is.”

“I have a little sister. I do sex stuff with her. We really have fun.”

Kelly, the girl on the screen, said, “That’s cool!”

She took off her shirt and she had very small but nice boobs. “I do that too, Mary. I mean, I have a little sister too and we do stuff.”

Then the screen went blank. I looked over and Lucy clapped. Pam was sitting with her mouth wide open and her eyes wide open.

Mary winked at me and took out the thumb drive and put the next one in.

The screen had the same thing, Mary in a small square, Kelly in the rest of the screen. Kelly had on a dress.

Kelly said, “Come on, Mary. I will if you will.”

She was sitting on the floor of a bedroom. She lifted her dress up briefly to show she had nothing underneath. We got a quick peek at her bare pussy.

In the small part of the screen Mary was sitting on the floor in her bedroom. She looked a little scared but she was also smiling.

“Okay, Kelly.”

Then Mary pulled her shirt off over her head and yanked down her shorts and panties at the same time.

I looked over again. Lucy was leaning forward watching the screen. Pam had her hands between her legs with her thighs pressed hard against them.

Mary was looking also. Then she looked at me, winked and looked back at the TV.

On the screen Kelly had lifted her dress to her armpits. She began to play with her pussy. Mary on the smaller part of the screen was doing the same. Then the screen went blank.

Mary quickly put the next drive in. It started where the other one left off. As the two girls on the screen watched each other, Mary said, “I’m almost 10. How old are you?”

Kelly answered, “I just turned 12. How old’s your sister. Mine’s just five.”

“Yeah, mine’s five too.”

These were a little while ago. Mary was now ten, and Lucy six. On the screen Kelly lifted her legs in the air and we saw her butt for a moment till she put her legs back down.

“Wow, you have a real nice ass, Kelly.”

“Thanks. Show me yours.”

On the screen Mary got on her hands and knees and showed her ass and pussy as she turned her backside to the camera.

“Yeah! Real nice.” said Kelly.

Now on the screen both girls were really masturbating.

Here in my living room we were super horny now, watching what was happening on the screen, with a slightly younger Mary rubbing off on in her bedroom online with another girl.

I looked over and Mary nudged her little sister and whispered something to her. Lucy smiled, nodded, and got on the floor. She spread a surprised Pam’s legs apart and started to kiss and play with Pam’s pussy.

Pam’s eyes went back and forth from the TV to the little girl between her legs.

While that was happening Mary got on her knees in front of me and began to lick my pussy.

The scene on the screen ended with Mary and her online friend Kelly coming. Then the scene started again. Pam reached over and took my hand.

We kept looking from the TV to each other. Then I looked at Lucy licking Pam’s pussy while Pam looked at Mary licking my pussy. Then Pam looked down at Lucy and grabbed her head and pushed her hips forward from the couch.

Mary tickled my butt hole with one finger and put a finger in my pussy as she sucked my clit.

Me and Pam had big comes at almost the same time. Then Mary and Lucy sat back down on the couch between us. They both wiped their mouths with the back of their arms.

Mary said, “You guys ready for the next three or do you want to take a break?”

Me and Pam wanted a break. Turned out, Mary’s idea of a break was for me to lick her pussy. Lucy splayed her legs wide and told Pam to lick her.

Mary came pretty fast and I rested my head on her thigh as I watched Pam enjoy Lucy’s pussy. Lucy had a pretty intense come. We sat around for a while all dreamy.

Then we took turns in the bathroom and got dressed. Pam made some sandwiches. We ate in the kitchen. After we ate, me and Mary cleaned up the kitchen and we all went back to the living room.

“So, you guys want to watch the other three thumb drives?” I asked.

They all thought it was a great idea. We all got naked again. This time we all took a long time looking at each other naked before we sat back down on the blanket we’d covered the couch with.

Mary and Lucy were in the middle again. This time Pam was next to Mary and me next to Lucy. Mary put the thumb drive in and we all sat back as the screen lit up.

The first three had been from four to nine minutes long. The one playing now would be longer and hotter than any of those. We all settled back.

Lucy clapped her hands and said, “I love this one!”

I knew we would too.

Continue on to Chapter 25

By Amanda

1802 – Paris 

By Misty Meadow

Ursula had extended Ashley’s bedtime from nine to ten o’clock  — and every evening, after dinner, they’d go up to Ursula’s bedroom and close the door. It frustrated me beyond belief to know that some kind of sexual shenanigans were going on between Ashley and her mother, forbidden pleasures that I had no part in. Once again, I began to feel the onset of jealousy.

On the other hand, at least Ursula was making fewer demands on me. It had become somewhat exhausting to make love to her every night. Of course, that just fueled my hunger for Ashley.

I still picked Ashley up from school each weekday to walk her home, and that was when she’d update me on what was happening with her mother. It seemed that their intimacy had progressed to the point where Mum had kissed her cunt several times — just soft, playful kisses so far — and Ashley was happy to let her do it.

“At some point,” I told her, “She’ll want to go down on you, I mean really lick you, like I used to.”

“I’m kinda surprised she hasn’t tried to yet. I think she’s still a little bit scared. Bet she’ll do it soon!”

“Well, when she does, I want you to stop her. Tell her you’re not ready for that yet.”

“But then she’ll be mad, won’t she?”

I shook my head. “No, she won’t. She’ll be frustrated, but she won’t dare to yell at you or anything like that. She knows that showing anger would make you nervous, maybe even make you run away.”

Ashley gave a brief laugh. “Run away from getting my pussy licked? Not bloody likely.”

“Yes, but she doesn’t know that. Look — haven’t you noticed how your mum is being especially nice to you these days? First, she pushed your bedtime back an hour… then, she bought you that iPhone.”

“That was so I could keep my photos of her on it.”

“Well, okay, there’s other things… like how she’s gone soft on making you do your homework. Now I’m the one who has to nag you about that. And making your bed in the morning, not to mention–”

“Okay, okay, I suppose you’re right, she’s being extra nice. You think it’s to get me into bed with her?”

“I’d bet on it.” We were getting close to home, so I led her over to a nearby bench and we sat down.

“Well, fine. But if she’s so nice about it, and she wants to lick me, how can I tell her no?”

“It’s called ‘playing hard to get’. You’ll be able to control her, and get what you really want. And what is it that you want most of all right now…?”

There was a sudden glimmer of awareness in her eyes. “Ohhhhh… to be with you again. Okay, I get it! But how do we make it happen?”

“Leave that bit to me,” I replied. “All I need is for you to keep her from eating your pussy.”

“So what do I say to her when she tries to? ‘Cos she’s gonna try soon.”

I shrugged. “Just tell her it doesn’t feel right.”

“But Mum knows you and me had oral sex. She’ll want to know why you get to go down on me and she can’t. She’ll say it’s not fair.”

Jesus Christ, I bet she would. “Well, for one thing, she’s your mum. Just tell her that you feel a little weird about having sex with your own mother. Or how about this: you think that having heavy sex with her would feel like a kind of betrayal, because you still love me.”

“Oh, I do, Misty, I really do! That reason is better, ‘cos it’s more like the truth. Besides,” and she giggled, “why can’t girls and their mothers fuck if they want to?”

I had to laugh with her. “You’re a girl in a million, Ashley. Let me know how it goes with Ursula, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now let’s go get some ice cream.”

*****

I put a little thought into it, and figured out how I could use Ursula’s desire to restore my relationship with Ashley. After helping her with her homework one afternoon, I laid out my scheme.

“Okay, now I want you to go ahead and let your mother go down on you.”

“Really?” Ashley arched an eyebrow, something she always did when feeling puzzled. Seeing that made me ache to kiss her, but I had to be good. “How come you changed your mind about that?”

“Trust me, there’s a good reason. What’s the problem? You’re going to get your pussy eaten.”

She giggled. “Oh there’s no problem, believe me!”

“Good. Let her do it on Sunday, during the day. Kinda tease her a bit first, and then finally allow her to lick your cunt. Now, here’s the most important thing — I want you to have that new phone of yours ready, and when she’s really getting into licking you, I want you to surreptitiously take a picture of her while she’s doing it.”

“What’s ‘surreptitiously’?”

“That’s your new word for today. It means ‘secretly’.”

She grinned. “So you mean that I’m s’posed to take the picture without her knowing, huh?”

I nodded. “Exactly. You should disable the flash, but if her bedroom curtains are open wide enough, there’ll be enough light. That’s why it needs to happen during the day. If you can hold the phone at arm’s length and take it without her noticing, that’ll be perfect. We need to see enough of her face so that anyone can tell it’s her. Oh, and the picture has to include the mole on your tummy. That’s especially important.”

“Why?”

“Never you mind. Just do it. If this works out like I hope, it’ll bring us back together again.”

Ashley flashed me a wicked smile that had my pussy throbbing. “Sounds good to me.”

*****

The following Monday, walking to school, Ashley produced her phone, switched it on and handed it to me. “Well, I did it!”

I studied the shot, my pulse racing at the realization of what I held in my hand.

It was perfect. There was Ursula, her face instantly recognisable between Ashley’s legs. She even had on a pair of very distinctive earrings, and the mole on Ashley’s tummy was visible. This was a perfect example of illegal child pornography, the kind of picture that fills every “normal” mum and dad with horror, gets perverts like me aroused and has prosecutors rubbing their hands together with glee. This was the leverage I needed.

*****

The next evening, Ursula threw an after-hours dinner party for friends. I did the cooking, and it was quite a triumph. Since becoming the au pair, I’d taught myself to be mistress of the kitchen as well, with the help of a growing collection of cookbooks.

Ashley and I ate in the kitchen, and once she’d finished dessert, she gave me a sleepy “G’night,” and went off to bed. As she left, I reached into my pocket for the dozenth time, feeling for Ashley’s phone, satisfied to find it there. Tonight’s going to be interesting, I told myself.

After the guests departed, Ursula came into the kitchen just as I was putting the last of the plates into the dishwasher. “Excellent dinner,” she said. “Nearly all of the guests complimented me on the cooking. Thanks, Misty — I owe you.”

Untying my apron, I tossed it on the counter. “In that case, let’s go up to your room and fuck ourselves silly. My pussy’s been hungry for action.”

We hurried up to the bedroom, Ursula every bit as eager as I appeared to be. She went into her bathroom to pee, and I stripped off and stretched out naked on her bed. She came back into the room and started taking her clothes off. I watched, thinking that this might be the last time I’d ever watch her undress — or the first of many more times.

“You’re fucking gorgeous for a woman of your age,” I said. “No sagging tits, no cellulite, no wrinkles… just a lovely, slender, sexy body that’s begging to be satisfied.”

Her eyes were flashing with lust. “You’ve got that right, Misty. Maybe it’s the wine, but I feel randy tonight. You want to fuck me with the strap-on? Actually, let’s use this.” Reaching into a dresser drawer, she produced a double-ended dildo, holding it up for my inspection. It was about two feet long, jet black with a realistic cock head on each end. “What d’you think of this puppy? Pretty fucking hot, huh? I’ve been saving this for a special occasion, and tonight’s as good as any. Let’s get end to end and impale ourselves.”

On any other occasion, I’d have been delighted to take that beauty for a trial run — but I had more important business to attend to. “Eat my cunt first,” I demanded. “Get me nice and warmed up, then fuck me with that monster.”

“My pleasure.” She got on her hands and knees at the bottom of the bed and leaned in to put her mouth on my cunt, her face alight in anticipation.

“Hold it!” I said, firmly. “There’s one little thing we need to discuss first.”

“What?” she frowned.

“This.” I held up Ashley’s phone.

She was puzzled. “That’s… that Ashley’s, isn’t it? What are you doing with it?”

I turned it on and showed the picture her daughter had taken. Ursula stared blankly, then her eyes widened in horror. I could tell that she immediately understood the implication of what I had.

She abruptly sat up. “That — that treasonous little bitch! She told you, didn’t she?”

“Everything, down to the most intimate details. Did you really expect her to keep that a secret? You forgot that she loves me, loves me enough to break any promises you thought she’d made. And here,” I waved the phone, “here’s the proof. A picture of Ursula Urquart, performing oral sex on her twelve-year-old daughter.”

“Give me that!” She tried to snatch it from my hand, but I was gripping it too tightly.

“No point in deleting it,” I said, “I’ve copied it onto a thumb drive, and I left that with a friend.”

She stared at me, her face tight with hatred — then she gave a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “What is it you want? Money? How much?”

“I want Ashley.”

Her eyes grew hard and cold. “No. She’s mine, damn you.”

“She’s ours. I’m not saying you have to give her up, Ursula… only share her with me. She loves us both — in different ways, I’ll admit, but yes, both of us.”

“You’re thinking of a three-way relationship? Don’t be ridiculous! It’d never work.”

“It’s worth trying, at least. And it’s better than a jail sentence and a lifetime on the sex offenders list.”

She paled. “You wouldn’t do that to me, Misty! You’re a selfish bitch, but you’d never go that far.”

I held firm. “You don’t understand how much I love Ashley. I’d do anything, make any sacrifice to have her back. With you in jail and her in foster care, I’d have access to her. She’d be all mine.”

“You’d destroy her life! No, no… you’re not that cruel.”

“I want her more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, and I’ll stop at nothing to have her,” I said, putting as much conviction in my voice as I could.

“Hold on, let’s not be hasty,” she said. “Just… let me think this through.”

I’d shown her the stick, now out came the carrot. “We can share her. We could have her on alternate nights or, better still, have three-way sex, like you suggested.”

“I didn’t suggest it! Okay, I said it, but that was just… oh, fuck, I don’t know what to do!”

“Picture it, Ursula. The three of us, naked here in your bed, Ashley in the middle, you and me caressing her body from top to toe, stroking her with our fingertips, tickling her nipples, worshiping her cunt — driving her crazy with lust. Imagine lying between your daughter’s thighs, licking her pussy, while I’m rimming your ass from behind.”

“I don’t know,” she muttered — but I could see her beginning to weaken.

“She wants to go down on you, did you know that? She wants to fist you, just like she fisted me. She’ll probably want anal sex after a while, and who knows what else? Think about the things we can do, the pleasures we can explore!”

She frowned. “I’m not sure I could stand watching you having sex with my daughter.”

“I could watch you. I think watching you two make love would be a huge turn on for me. Like when I watched you masturbate, but ten times better. I’d be happy to let her call the shots, to say who does what to who.”

“To whom,” she said, correcting my grammar.

“Sorry.”

Finally, she smiled. “I’m going to have to think about this. Y’know, when I caught you making love to Ashley in the kitchen, I was outraged. I could have killed you.” She shrugged helplessly. “But then, later… it turned me on, thinking about the two of you. Then, when you showed me those pictures of her… I don’t know how it happened, but all of a sudden I was looking at Ashley in a new way. Realizing that I wanted her, too.” She was staring down at her hands, then glanced up at me. “I was still pretty pissed off at you, though.”

“Because you were surprised. There won’t be any surprises from now on.” I was talking as though it were a fait accompli. “No secrets, no frustrations and eventually, no hang-ups. We’ll be free to indulge ourselves any way we want.”

“Do you really think Ashley would go for this crazy idea?”

“I do… but don’t take my word for it. Just ask her. Let’s ask her together. Honestly, though, I can’t imagine her saying no.”

Ursula lay back, gazing up at the ceiling. “Go to bed, Misty. I need to think about this with a clear head.”

“So… you don’t want to fuck?”

She shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”

“…Do you hate me?”

Her eyes drifted my way. “Christ knows, I should. You’re a manipulative bitch with the moral ethics of a sewer rat… but somehow, I can’t help but like you, Misty. If I was a bit more of a cynic, I’d say that you remind me of myself.” She rolled onto her side, facing away from me. “Turn off the light when you go, please.”

Well, I’d made my play… now it was time to let Ursula absorb it and come to a decision. I got up, collected my clothes and went upstairs to my room.

That night, I lay awake, hoping that Ursula would realise that this situation was a no-brainer. On the other hand, she might decide I was bluffing. Which was the truth. I could never send her to jail — Ashley would be devastated, and Ursula’s life would be ruined.

I couldn’t sleep and was too wound up to masturbate even though, in my mind’s eye, I was visualising all the different ways that two adult women and a young girl could make love. I tried to list them — all the different positions and combinations of fingers, tongues and cunts that I could think of.

Once I’d exhausted that line of thought, I tried to imagine what arguments Ursula might come up with, what objections she could throw at me — and how best to overcome them. Finally, I managed to doze off.

*****

The following morning, while walking Ashley to school, I told her everything. I explained what I’d done, how I’d threatened her mother and then offered a solution that, I hoped, would make us all happy in the end.

“Omigod, I can’t believe you did that! Did Mum freak out? Is she gonna be mad me?”

“Well, it did come as quite a shock to her. At first, she was mad as a singed cat — but when she calmed down, I think she could see that my offer was reasonable. She wants you to be happy, and she knows how much you and I love each other, so I’m sure she’ll come round to letting us be together again.”

“Cool! But what about Mum, then? She still wants to fuck me too, I bet. How’s that gonna work?”

“I had two suggestions about that. First, that we take turns with you — I get you one night, Ursula gets you the next. But I think my second idea is better — the three of us make love together, all in the same bed.”

Her eyes lit up. “Me and you and Mum all at the same time? That sounds good… but kinda weird, too. I’d have to think about it. So, um… how would we fuck? Who does what to whom?” Ashley’s grammar was better than mine.

“Use your imagination. There’s all kinds of ways that three women can get down and dirty together. If you like, we’d let you be in charge of the sex, tell me and your mum what to do. You could have one of us eat your pussy while the other one licks your bumhole. And we could take lots of pictures.”

Just then, we arrived at Ashley’s school. “See you later,” I said, gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away, smiling to myself. Give her a few hours to think about it… then she’ll be into the idea.

*****

I picked her up after school and we hurried home, eager to set our scheme in motion. Just as I’d hoped, a day of pondering the matter during classes had brought Ashley around to my way of thinking. Now, all she could think about was getting the three of us naked and in bed together.

Home, Ashley wanted to start planning our strategy right away, but I insisted that she do her homework first. She huffed and pouted and swore by all things holy that, “I’ll do it before I go to bed, really I will!” I held firm, though — and she finally sighed, rolled her eyes and raced upstairs, textbooks in tow.

Twenty minutes later she emerged with a completed assignment, joining me in the drawing room. I’d made cocoa for us both, and she accepted a steaming mug with a smile, her earlier irritation gone.

We made ourselves comfy on the settee. “So how do we do this, Misty? What about if we fix a really nice dinner, then ask her if she wants to?”

“I don’t think we should ask,” I replied. “That’ll just give her time to think up reasons to say no. I say that we set a trap for her.”

Ashley furrowed her brow. “A trap?”

I smiled. “A sexy trap.”

She was all ears. “Oooohh… I like how that sounds!”

“I think that we should both be in your mum’s bed when she gets home. Naked, at least wearing something very skimpy. I want her to see your smiling face when she comes in, see you hold out your arms to her and ask her to make love to you. I don’t see how she could resist. I couldn’t!”

“Nope,” Ashley fired back, grinning hugely. “I’m irresistible!”

“That you are, my love. Still, we’ll need even more than that. You should be prepared to go to any extreme with your mum. All the things you and I did, no matter how wild.”

“Hmmm… like fisting? Would she want that?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she would. Sex toys, too. She likes being fucked with her strap-on… or she might want to fuck you. Who knows? The idea is to break down her resistance in any way we can. Don’t worry, you just play it by ear. I’ll be there to help out.”

We went up to Ashley’s bedroom and I watched for the umpteenth time as she undressed. I longed to touch and caress her, but I’d made that promise to Ursula that I wouldn’t have sex with her daughter, and I had to honour that.

“What should I wear?” she asked.

I’d already given it some thought. “Just a plain cotton vest like the one you just took off, and white knickers. A pair of ankle socks would be a nice touch, too. I want you to have that innocent little girl look, to contrast with your wicked behaviour. Me, I’m gonna be naked.”

“This could be fun,” she remarked. Or a disaster, I thought.

In Ursula’s bedroom, we closed the curtains against the late setting sun and lit half a dozen candles. I put on some classical guitar music that I knew she liked, to help set the mood, then we arranged ourselves and waited.

I thought she might come home early, given the issues she needed to untangle, and I was right. “Hello!” she called, from downstairs. “Ashley? Misty? Where are you?”

“Up here, in your room,” Ashley called.

When Ursula entered, her smile instantly disappeared. She took in the scene: Ashley in her underwear, legs spread, and the au pair naked on a chair beside the bed. My parted thighs were an open invitation.

“You promised me that you wouldn’t have sex with her,” she said in an icy tone, steel in her gaze.

“She didn’t, Mummy!” Ashley protested. “We’re just waiting for you. Misty hasn’t touched me that way, not since you caught us in the kitchen.”

“True,” I affirmed. “I’ve been a good girl.”

“But I wanted her to,” Ashley continued, “I wanted her to make love to me just like you and I did, Mummy. I want you to love her like you love me, with me, all three of us together.” She was playing her part flawlessly. “I want to love you like I love Misty, and do all the things that Misty and I did. Please, Mummy, love me!”

She extended both arms invitingly, a woeful look on her angelic face.

“Oh, my God,” Ursula breathed. “I was going to talk to you both first, but… I simply can’t resist you, my darling, my sweet child. I have to have you right now!”

I felt like standing up and cheering. Once again, the power of Ashley’s sexuality had triumphed.

Ursula unzipped her skirt and, as it fell, fumbled impatiently with the tiny buttons on her silk blouse — finally giving up and simply ripping it open. I leaped from my chair and knelt down beside her to slide her knickers down. I could smell her animal lust already, and she’d only been in the room for a few seconds.

Ursula climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to Ashley, taking the girl into her arms and planting little kisses all over her face.

“I do love you, my darling,” she whispered. “I’ll always love you, more than anything in the world.”

“More than you love Misty?”

“I care very much for Misty, sweetheart… but what I have with her is sexual, not romantic.” That was fine by me. Anything more would’ve complicated matters beyond reason. “I love you as a daughter, and as a lover. I love your eyes, your cute little nose, your sweet lips. I love your beautiful body, I love those tiny nipples that will one day bloom into delicious little titties. I love your belly button and I love your tight little bum, but above all I love your hot little cunt. I’m going to kiss it, right now.”

“Let me kiss yours first, Mummy,” Ashley said. “I’ve wanted to since… since forever!”

Ursula caressed her child’s face. “Why didn’t you say so?”

Ashley grinned, like a girl who was being naughty and loving it. “Because I want Misty to watch us while I do it. That’ll make it extra naughty, don’t you think?”

Ursula’s defences, her hostility, her anger had faded like morning mist. She was completely under the spell of her daughter. So was I, for that matter.

Ashley raised herself up into a seated position, swaying slightly. “Lie on your back, Mum.”

Ursula did so, and Ashley crawled down the bed to lie between her legs, her face inches from the gates of heaven. With her fingertips, she spread her mum’s labia wide open and gazed at the pink landscape within. “Your cunt is beautiful, Mum,” she murmured. “So nice and pink and wet and big! It’s as lovely as Misty’s.” She looked up, making eye contact with Ursula, her face aglow, eyes bright. “Mum… won’t you please let Misty join us? We can both make you feel good…”

“Oh, fuck!” Ursula groaned, “how can I say no? Okay, Misty, do whatever the fuck you want with me. Now lick me, Ashley! Eat your mummy’s pussy!”

As Ashley lowered her head to her mother’s treasure, I lay down alongside Ursula and began to caress her breasts — squeezing, kneading, caressing them, running the palm of my hand across her erect nipples and pausing to pinch them between my fingers. I lowered my head and lightly bit one, then started sucking her.

No one could allow themselves to be taken in this way without coming, and Ursula was no exception. From the noises she made, it was clearly an orgasm of momentous intensity — probably loud enough to be heard down in the street. Her body bucked and twisted, her head twisted violently from side to side.

Finally, with a noisy release of breath, Ursula went limp and motionless, but for the up and down movement of her chest. Her face glistened with sweat.

Ashley raised her face, pausing to lick around her wet mouth, then flashed me a wicked grin. “Mummy loves it, she loves it!” she squealed. “Oh, wow, I can’t believe it, I just ate my mum’s pussy!”

“Did you like it?” I asked, already knowing what a daft question it was.

“It was awesome. Just like doing it to you.” She rose up to her knees and moved back. “C’mon, Misty, it’s your turn now. Get down here and make Mummy come again!”

I was hers to command. I took Ashley’s place and, just as Ursula was coming back down to earth, attacked her pussy. I used all my skills as a cunnilinguist — sucking her clit, licking circles around the entrance to her vagina, thrusting two fingers inside, probing deep to find her G-spot.

I was on my game in a big way. In less than a minute, she convulsed once more. Warm honey dripped from her pink folds, and I eagerly licked up every drop.

Ashley and I sat back up at the top of the bed to assess the damage. We’d certainly done a hell of a job on Ursula — her chest was flushed and heaving, hair pasted to her damp face. After a few moments she weakly propped herself up on one elbow and stared at us. I wrapped an arm round Ashley’s shoulders.

“Christ! I’ve never come like that before!” Reaching out to take her daughter’s hand, she pressed it firmly to her lips, then said, “You’ve bewitched me, my darling.”

“Misty helped.”

Ursula nodded. “Yes, she did. I was on the way to having the mother of all orgasms anyhow — but when you attacked my tits, Misty, I came like a fucking rocket.”

Then came the words I’d been waiting for.

“You had the right idea, Misty. I was being a selfish idiot. From now on, this is a three-way relationship, and we can all have sex together, whenever we want.”

“Yippee!” Ashley cried. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mummy.” She threw herself on Ursula, showering her with kisses. “We’re gonna be so happy!”

“Now I want to make you even happier, my darling daughter. Come and sit on my face.”

Ashley giggled with delight as she straddled her mother’s head, then lowered herself down to where an open mouth and an extended tongue awaited her. When Ursula began to lick, my little lover moaned, “I love you, Mummy… I love you.”

With Ursula’s lower half unattended, I took the opportunity to get down between her thighs and went to work on her cunt again. Her pussy was so hot that I could almost detect steam rising from it, spreading the sharp aroma of her through the room to mingle with Ashley’s scent — and mine. Before long, she came again, just seconds before Ashley climaxed in her face with a shriek.

After she’d recovered, Ursula sat up and gave me a weary smile. “I forgive you, Misty. I forgive you for falling in love with my daughter — after all, how could any sane woman resist her? I forgive you for having sex with her… in fact, I’m grateful that you taught her how to make love so well. Most of all, I forgive you for trying to blackmail me. I never really believed that you’d turn me in, you know.”

“You’re right,” I admitted, giving a sheepish shrug. “I could never have done that, done anything that would hurt Ashley — or you, for that matter. I’m a bit of a schemer, yeah, I’ll cop to that, but I’m not really a bad person.”

“No, you aren’t. You brought me and Ashley together, and made me the happiest mum in the world. How can we repay you?”

“I know!” Ashley cried excitedly. “I can lick her cunt! Let me do it, Mummy, let me make her come! I want you to watch us make love.”

“Oh, dear, we’ve been very neglectful — haven’t we, Misty? No one’s brought you off yet.” Ursula gave her daughter an indulgent smile. “Go ahead, darling. Do whatever you want. And once you’ve made her come, then it’s my turn.”

I thought my heart would burst with love. Ashley went completely wild on me, demonstrating everything that I’d taught her. All the while, her mother looked on, enjoying the live sex show. Within a couple of minutes, my orgasm rivaled Ursula’s.

Then as I lay there, panting for breath, I watched as Ursula gave her daughter a passionate kiss, sampling my pussy from Ashley’s lips and chin, then turned to me, an evil glint in her eyes. “Delicious,” she purred, “but I’d rather taste it straight from the pot.” She stretched herself out before me, then placed warm hands on my thighs. “Ready for another round, Misty? Not that it matters — you’re getting licked whether you’re ready or not.” And her tongue took a swipe at my womanly center.

Jesus sodding Christ, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Well, there are worse ways to die…

Drawing a deep breath while I still could, I gave myself up to pleasure.

*****

Months have gone by and Ashley’s innocence is slowly fading, replaced by the smoldering sexuality of a woman. Her hips have rounded, her titties swelled and her first period has arrived. She does keep her pussy cleanly shaved, so that when I look at her naked body, I can pretend to myself that she’s still a little girl. Our collection of photos now numbers in the thousands — in fact, many of the legal pictures can be found on the internet, getting seen around the world.

I’ve come a long way since those days of dossing on my friend’s sofa. Now I’m a model employee, keeping the house immaculate, cooking fantastic meals, doing the shopping, freeing Ursula from all her household chores so that she can concentrate on the incredible relationship she has with her daughter.

Oh, and I still help Ashley with her homework, sitting beside her with one arm round her shoulder, my fingertips on her breast, the other hand sliding slowly up her thigh until I reach my goal — at which point the homework gets abandoned, we tear each other’s clothes off and hasten to the bed. We often make so much noise while making love that Ursula hears, comes into the room and, smiling indulgently, watches us.

The End

By Purple Les

A couple days after I’d thought about watching the thumb drives, I told Mary as we walked home from school that I’d opened the puzzle box with the thumb drives inside it.

She looked very surprised and said, “You didn’t watch them, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. I want to, though. Can we watch them?”

Mary didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was thinking. After we walked a little farther, she said, “We’ll watch them at your house. But no grownups, it has to just be us seeing them. It’s okay if Lucy watches too, or Siobhan, or other kids we trust. But no grownups.”

I said, “Okay, I’ll wait till it’s just us.”

Then we were at my house. We kissed goodbye. I watched Mary walk down the road a little bit while I searched my pockets for my house key, then I let myself in the house.

It was Friday. My grounding sentence was up the night before. I was free again. But I didn’t bother turning on the TV, or looking for the laptop. I went to my bedroom and put on my play clothes. I moved some things around in my bedroom. I went downstairs and moved the record player and the crates of record albums up to my bedroom.

Mom had said she wanted it all out of the living room. It took me a few trips up and down the stairs to my room. Then I cleaned up the living room where they had been piled up.

Mom brought home dinner. I wolfed down my takeout food. Mom didn’t eat much of hers, and she had me finish hers too. She thanked me for cleaning up the living room, then she handed me my allowance. I was thrilled to have money again. We watched a monster movie and I fell asleep on the couch. That’s where I was when I woke up in the morning.

Mom was already showered and dressed.

“You coming with me?” Mom asked.

I was still in my play clothes. I said, “Yes,” then I went to the bathroom to pee and wash up a little and then we left for the diner.

I had a small breakfast, just pancakes, scrambled eggs, and home-fries with toast, and a chocolate malted milkshake. After we ate and walked outside, I said to Mom, “I’m going to the comic book store. I’ll catch up to you.”

When I got to the comic book store I found what I’d expected. All the comics I’d wanted had been sold out for two weeks. I resigned myself to the fact I’d never ever know if Spiderman beat the Human Torch, and how they would save the rest of the Fantastic Four.

I still had my money. So I walked over to Mr Gunderson’s Antiques and Junk Store. I liked the way the little bell jingled when you opened up the front door. Mrs Gunderson greeted me at the door.

“My goodness! Katy Watson? Look how you’ve grown.”

I said, “Hi.”

“I just made these whoopie pies to sell at the market. Try one for me, make sure they’re okay.”

I said, “I shouldn’t.” but Mrs Gunderson insisted. I saw one with extra filling in it and took it. It was delicious and I told Mrs Gunderson, “You make the best whoopie pies in the whole world.”

“Aw shucks, thanks. Are you browsing today, or can I help you with anything?”

“I need a needle for a record player.”

“Oh, well, that’s Walt’s department.” Mrs Gunderson said, then she yelled out, “Walt! Get out here. Little Katy Watson needs your help. Katy, I have to get going, Walt will be out soon to help you. Bye now.”

I said, “Bye, thanks again for the pie.”

She smiled and said “Thanks” as I held the door open for her. I opened and closed the door a few times to hear the bell. Mr Gunderson appeared from the back.

He smiled and said, “Oh, it’s just you, I thought a crowd had come in the store.”

I just wandered around the store while Mr Gunderson made a big search and found some record player needles. I thanked him and paid for them, stuffing them in my pocket on the way out the door.

I caught up with Mom, and we loaded the food she’d bought into the truck. Then we sat there while she tried to start the truck.

She took a hammer out of the glove box. She got out and told me to push down the clutch and press the gas pedal and turn the key when she said to. Mom opened the hood, banged something, and said, “Now!”

I had to stand to reach the pedals, the engine started, and Mom slammed down the hood and jumped in the truck as I moved over for her.

We went home. We unloaded the food, and went in the house and put it away. I flopped on the couch and started to read the Gandhi book.

Mom said, “You know you can watch your westerns if you want.”

I sighed, “I know. I just feel like reading this.” It was kind of a long chapter, and I put my bookmark in and closed the book.

I tried to figure out in my head who won the fight. I figured it was Spiderman but how would he do it, I thought to myself.

Mom lifted my legs up and sat on the couch, then dropped my legs over her lap. “You didn’t buy any comic books?”

“No. I bought some needles for the record player. Will you help me fix it later?”

“Sure. Didn’t you want some comics when you got grounded?”

I sighed. I think she was rubbing it in to make her point about why I’d been grounded.

I said, “I did. They were sold out a couple weeks ago.”

I turned on my side and looked out the window.

“Here.” Mom said as she patted my butt. She dropped a flat paper bag on my side.

I grabbed it and looked inside the bag. It was full of comic books. Spiderman, The Fantastic Four, all the ones I’d wanted and a bunch of other ones. I got on my knees on the couch and hugged Mom with all my might.

“How did you get them? They were all sold out.”

Mom smiled at me, “I bought them for you two weeks ago.” I couldn’t have loved her more right then.

She got up to go do stuff and I started to read the Spiderman comic. I got sleepy and put the comic down. I closed my eyes and pictured myself as a super hero. In my mind I was all grownup with big boobs. My super hero costume was dark blue and skintight of course. The crotch was cut out. I could do things with my pussy. That was my super power.

My pussy could shoot laser beams, and spider webs, and my pussy lips could grab things if I had to.

Mom patted my butt and said, “Wake up, sleepyhead. You have to get ready.”

I stared at Mom. “Ready for what? It’s not bedtime.”

Now Mom stared at me. “You’d forget your head if wasn’t attached. You’re sleeping over at Siobhan’s tonight. Remember?”

I’d plumb forgot.

Then Mom said, “Mary won’t be able to go. Are you okay with it just being you and Siobhan? I guess her father is out of town. Jean is looking forward to you being there to keep Siobhan busy.”

I shrugged and said, “I guess so.” Though I felt a little funny about staying over night in a strange house I’d never been to. Anyway I showered and put on clean clothes. Mom packed an overnight bag for me. I wasn’t sure if I should bring my sock monkey Ingrid with me.

Mom said I should since I’d never slept without her before. It was better to have her along and not need her than vice versa. Aunt Billie came over and drove me over to Siobhan’s house.

Aunt Billie drove a long time. We were near the college in a nice town I’d never been to. The houses were big, and spread out with big yards. Aunt Billie pulled in to a driveway. We grabbed my stuff and went on a big front porch.

After ringing the bell, Siobhan opened the front door and asked us in.

While Aunt Billie chatted with Siobhan’s mom, Jean, Siobhan showed me around the house. It took a long time. The rooms were huge and she showed me each bathroom too.

We put my stuff in Siobhan’s bedroom.

When we came back downstairs I could tell Aunt Billie had been kissing Jean. I could tell because Jean didn’t have makeup on, and Aunt Billie’s lipstick was on Jean’s face.

“Are you sure you won’t stay?” Jean asked my aunt.

“Very tempting, but Carol’s waiting for me. I’m sure you’ll be fine with just the girls.”

Aunt Billie kissed me goodbye and left.

Siobhan said, “Jean, we’ve put Katy’s things in my room.”

“Perhaps, Katy, would prefer the guest room.”

“No, Jean!” Siobhan said a little too loud. “You don’t understand how a slumber party works. Katy and I will eat junk food, and watch a bad movie. Then we will stay up late talking and not sleeping.”

Then Siobhan glanced at me, looked back at her mother and added, “I also believe it’s normal for girls our age to experiment sexually as well. We can’t do any of those things if we sleep in separate rooms. Do you understand now, Jean?”

“Yes dear, I do understand. Katy, is this acceptable to you?” asked Jean.

“Yes! It’s all fine with me.” Then I whispered in Siobhan’s ear, “Especially the sex part.”

She giggled and got red in the face.

“Very well then,” said Jean. “I have to grade these papers. Would you girls like to watch the television, and eat bad food now?”

“How about a game of chess?” Siobhan asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay.”

Jean was at a table across the room from us. We sat near a big window where there was a small table with a chessboard set up and two chairs.

“I feel I will win tonight.” Siobhan said with a smirk on her face.

“Oh.” I said, “Then maybe you want to make the bet you made with Mary if you feel so sure of yourself.”

“Very well then, Katy. The loser of this chess game will have to remove all their clothing.” Then we shook on it and started the game.

Siobhan played a good game. It was over an hour long. I liked looking at her while she would think about a move. She’s so cute I thought to myself. Her big green eyes with the gold flecks in them, her long eye lashes. The rusty red color of her short hair, her tight little body, and the little sprinkle of freckles over her nose.

I set a trap that she didn’t see, and four moves later I moved my knight. I slowly took my fingers off it and then slowly said, “Check… and mate.”

I loved watching her bright green eyes go wide as she stared at the board. Then her cheeks got red. She let out a huge sigh. She looked a long time before she sighed again and slowly laid her king on his side.

Siobhan offered her hand to me. I shook it gently.

“How is it you always beat me at chess?”

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

“Very well then,” she sighed.

Siobhan looked over at her mother and said, “Jean, we will be up in my room.” Her mom looked up for a second, nodded and gave a brief wave.

Siobhan led me by the hand up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside her room she shut the door and sat at her desk. I sat on an easy chair. Just her bedroom was a big as my whole living room.

“I was afraid you’d laugh at my doll, but I see you have one also,” Siobhan said to me.

I saw she had a Raggedy Ann on her bed.

Siobhan said, “I like to sleep with her. I named her Justine. Does your sock monkey have a name?”

“Yes,” I replied, “That’s Ingrid.”

Then we talked about our dolls and stuff. I liked her bed. It was big and had these bedposts that went way up, and there was a cover on the top. The room was mostly pink and white.

After a while I said, “Um, so you gonna pay up or what?”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand at first. Then her cheeks got red. “Oh, I guess you’re referring to our chess game wager.”

“That’s right. Don’t worry. I won’t make you walk around the house naked, like you did to Mary.”

“That makes me rather angry,” she said. “I suggested to Mary that she not go downstairs at your house while in the nude. It was her very own idea to do that. I don’t know why she would do such a thing, and then insist that I made her do it.”

I smiled and said, “She likes for grownup women and other girls to see her naked.”

Siobhan asked, “You mean she derives some sort of satisfaction of letting others see her naked?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so,” I replied. Then I said, “So strip now and see if you like getting naked for me.”

I gave her a big smile and slouched down in the chair.

Siobhan stood up slowly and said, “Very well, then.”

She was already in her stocking feet. She took off her sweater and laid it over the back of her desk chair. She sat back down and removed her socks, and unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off and laid that over the back of the chair also.

She took off her little undershirt and put it with the rest of her clothes. Her tiny pink nipples were hard and the only thing that stuck out on her flat chest.

She looked over at me.

I said, “Keep going. I haven’t seen you naked in a long time. I’m really enjoying this.”

To prove that I was, I placed my hand into my crotch and pressed my legs together tight.

I loved watching Siobhan’s face get all red.

Then she undid the belt she had on. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. She stood up enough to pull her pants down past her butt. Then she sat down and took her jeans off the rest of the way. She had on white panties. She put her jeans over the chair with the rest of her clothes and said, “Very well then. Satisfied?”

“No, I’m not. The deal was everything. Now stand in front of me and take off your panties. I wanna see everything real close.”

Siobhan swallowed hard then stood up and walked over to me.

My heart was pounding. She was really going to get naked for me. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down past her thighs, they fell the rest of the way down on their own.

I couldn’t speak. I was too excited seeing her bare little slit. Even though at eight, she was a year younger than me, I loved seeing her pussy.

She said, “I believe I may understand Mary’s way of thinking now. I find myself very sexually excited standing here nude for you.”

“Then let me see you play with yourself.” I said.

Siobhan very tenderly ran a finger slowly up and down her slit, and shivered for a moment. I was feeling real horny now. I managed to stand up. I kissed her softly on the lips then hugged her.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a voice said, “Girls? May I come in?”

Without thinking, I said, “Come in.”

Jean walked in and gasped. Siobhan hid behind me, but her mom had seen her naked for a moment.

Jean blushed and said, “Sorry! I thought someone said to come in. I didn’t know you were changing. When you’re done please join me downstairs for refreshments.” Then she went out closing the door behind her.

“Katy Watson!” Siobhan yelled at me. “What a dirty trick! Jean saw me naked!”

“So? She liked it. Did you see the way she looked at you? Just the way our moms looked at Mary when she was naked.”

“I don’t know what to think at this moment.”

“Well, all I know is my mom likes seeing me naked. I bet your mom liked seeing you.”

“Do you think she would want to have sex with me?”

I put my arm over Siobhan’s shoulders and said, “I bet she would. I know I want to. Look, I’m sorry I told her to come in, that was a dirty trick. How can I make it up to you?”

Now Siobhan grinned at me. “Very well then. I want to see you naked now. Take off your clothes.”

“Okay. How about you undress me?”

I then kicked off my sneakers. I pulled my socks off. I pulled my sweatshirt off over my head and threw it aside.

“Come on, Siobhan, you do the rest for me.”

She unbuttoned my bib overalls and they fell to the floor. I had on a long -sleeved t-shirt. I helped her pull it off over my head. I stood there in blue panties and nothing else. She got on her knees and pulled those down and stared up at my bare pussy. I took her hands and walked her over to the bed.

She lay down and pulled her knees up to her shoulders.

“Fuck me, Katy. Mary lays on top of me and fucks me. I want you to do that.”

Neither Mary or Siobhan had ever told me they’d had sex without me. I liked that they had.

I lay down on top of her, lining up our pussies. We were both pretty slick down there and it felt good rubbing them together.

Siobhan reached down and grabbed my butt cheeks. That was how she moved me around on her the way she wanted.

It felt really good and we were both super horny now.

She put a finger right on my butt hole.

Even though I was getting close to having a come, I wanted to do something else real bad.

I heard my voice croak out, “Siobhan, please let me lick your pussy. Can I, please?”

“I hate to stop now, Katy. I’m very close to a climax.”

“Pretty please. You can climax in my mouth, okay?”

“Yes, very well if you insist, please do.”

I got off her and moved down.

She stretched her legs out straight and spread them as far as she could.

I took a good look at her puffy little pussy. I spread it open some and saw her tiny clit.

I gently put my tongue to it and began to lick her.

She was wiggling her hips, pushing her pussy against my mouth. One of her hands found one of mine and squeezed it.

I felt a draft of cool air wash over me. I looked over and there stood Jean in the doorway.

Siobhan gasped.

I said, “Hi, Professor.”

“Hi, I didn’t know you two had begun your lesbian experimentation.”

Jean’s face was bright red and shiny.

Siobhan swallowed hard and said in a soft voice, “Mother, please close the door, I feel a draft.”

Jean closed the door and pressed her back against it. She looked shocked that Siobhan had called her ‘mother’.

I was surprised too. I’d never heard Siobhan address her parents by anything but their first names.

What Siobhan said next was even more of a surprise.

“Mother, perhaps you’d enjoy observing us. You know, scientifically.”

Jean had on a red turtleneck shirt and blue jeans. You could tell she had no bra on. Her hard nipples stuck out against the shirt. Her boobies hung down some and then stuck out. They moved around when she walked. She was barefoot also.

“Uh, yes, please carry on, girls.”

I started to lick Siobhan’s pussy again. Half-looking over at Jean watching us.

Siobhan said, “Mother, I believe, Katy, may have a predilection towards analingus. Perhaps you’d perform it on her while she continues to bring me closer to my climax.”

Jean’s mouth dropped. She looked like she may faint for a second. Then she started breathing kind of hard.

“Yes… um. Is that okay with you, Katy?”

I had no idea what they were talking about, or who Annie Lingus was, but I said, “Okay, sure.” Then I went back down on Siobhan. Then I stopped as Jean walked toward us.

“Um, you should be naked too, Jean, if you’re gonna do stuff with us,” I said.

Siobhan added, “Yes, Mother, she’s correct. Please disrobe if you wish to continue.”

Jean smiled. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Then she took off her jeans. Jean stood there in just her black panties.

I couldn’t wait till Siobhan saw her mom’s hairy pussy.

Jean took her panties off but the surprise was on me. Her pussy was as bare as ours, or Aunt Billie’s. Not a single hair.

I had liked her hairy pussy, but this was okay too. I looked at Siobhan who was wide eyed. I went back down on Siobhan’s pussy again. I felt the bed move as Jean got behind me.

She put her hands on my butt cheeks and spread them. She started to lick my butt hole. I guessed maybe Annie Lingus was someone who’d taught Jean how to lick butt real good.

Siobhan propped herself up on her elbows to look at us better.

Siobhan put one hand on my head, and said, “I believe my climax is near. Do go on as you are.”

I lifted my head up. I think she wanted to come, I figured this was the best time to get them to do what I’d talked about with my mom.

I said, “Um, I think your mom should make you come.”

Jean raised her head up from my ass. Her eyes were wide. She looked back and forth from me to Siobhan.

“Mother, once again Katy is right. Twice in a matter of moments, a red letter day to be sure. If Katy’s stopping, I insist you must take over. Please?”

As Siobhan said that she wiggled her hips back and forth a little. She spread her lips open with the fingers of each hand. Her wet pussy reflected the light from the bedside lamp.

Jean crawled past me. She knelt by her daughter, and ran her fingers over Siobhan’s torso. Then kissed her neck and said, “Are you sure, my love? I don’t think I can.”

Siobhan eyes flashed. “Make me come now with your mouth, or I’ll never forgive you. Please… ” and then in a soft whisper, “Mommy.”

Jean gazed at Siobhan’s pussy a long time. As she looked she slowly moved closer to Siobhan’s pussy.

I watched as Jean gently explored the place I’d just been moments before. Using her lips and tongue, just as I had.

I kissed Siobhan on the lips. She reached a hand out to me and I held it. She started to get too worked up to keep kissing. I held her hand but moved back. Jean was feeling Siobhan up with her hands while her mouth stayed planted where it was.

Siobhan arched her back. Her head was upside down looking at the head of the bed. Her legs were straight out and her toes curled down. She stayed like that a few moments, squeezing my hand so hard it hurt me.

Jean slowed her mouth, till she was just giving soft little kisses all around that area.

Me and Jean lay on either side of Siobhan. It seemed a long time before Siobhan was herself again. She was very happy. Then she started talking about how wonderful this all was, on and on. I ain’t even gonna try to remember a word of it.

After a minute I rolled my eyes, turned on my back and stared at the ceiling.

Then Siobhan and her mom started talking in French. They both giggled. They stopped rather suddenly. I heard whispers.

Siobhan said, “Mother and I feel we should continue to enjoy this evening by way of the entertainment we’ve already begun. Would you agree?”

“Um, if that means, do I wanna keep doing sex stuff, then, yeah, for sure. It does mean that, right?”

Jean said, “It most assuredly does mean that, my dear fawn.”

I think she forgot my name. Maybe Fawn was Annie Lingus’s sister or something.

I said, “I think it’s Jean’s turn to come. And you should be the one to do it, Siobhan.”

We had Jean lay on her back.

I moved with Siobhan down between her mom’s legs. I showed her a little of how to lick her mother’s pussy.

Then Siobhan took over.

I watched her mouth on her mother’s pussy for a while.

I moved up and started playing with Jean’s nipples. I loved looking from Jean’s face down to Siobhan’s face.

Her eyes watched her mother’s face while her tongue worked away on her mom’s pussy.

Pretty soon Jean had a big come. We lay together again with Jean in the middle. Now they were both saying such sweet stuff to each other, I felt sick.

Then Jean said, “Let’s refresh ourselves and then I have some ideas I’d like to suggest we try. I am also willing to try anything you girls suggest as well.”

Continue on to Chapter 24

By Amanda

1799-1801 – Paris 

“Yes,” Monique said, stepping into my home and smiling.

“Yes…?” I replied, not sure what she meant.

“I will come and live with you. We’ll make a go of your tavern.”

I was elated. She immediately turned and picked up two bags which she carried to the bedroom. I closed the front door and followed her.

“You’ve left the stables already?” I asked.

“I told the gentleman last week that I must leave. Said I’d a sick cousin I must care for.” She placed her hands on her hips and looked around. “I haven’t much to unpack, I fear, but I’ll need a place to put my things.”

“The wardrobe has plenty of room.”

I helped her unpack and we soon went down to the tavern to prepare for the following night’s business.

Monique and I never had said that we were sweethearts. Our relationship seemed largely unspoken. We just seemed to fit together and it was very comfortable, I think for us both. I felt in no way that she was falling in love with me, nor I with her, but what we had was warm and reassuring and it was the most I could hope for, since even after so many years I did not believe that I would ever love anyone but Molly.

With the first Saturday night we were living together, we hosted fifteen women in the tavern. And the following morning when I counted the take and took into consideration the drink that we would have to replace, it turned out to be the first night that we had made a true profit. It was little more than twenty francs, but that was something, and I was happier than I had been in months.

For the next six months the tavern managed to turn over at least twenty francs a week. We had begun opening our doors on both Friday and Saturday nights and our patronage and fame grew. Best of all, I was able to afford a piano and we had a Negro girl named Jezebel who came in most nights and sang while another, Angelique, played.

My tavern was turning into something to be proud of. I was meeting women from all over Paris and even other parts of France. And the Madame had seen fit to introduce me to three other women from her circle, a circle that in time I would learn extended not only to the colonies via Catherine, but reached to England and indeed across continental Europe.

I was quite satisfied with my success, though it was moderate. My ship provided a small profit of nearly a fifteen hundred francs each season which I had decided I would save and use to make a downpayment on another vessel. Already I was able to haul twice the cargo as any of Catherine’s ships. But this time I would procure a ship with both passengers’ quarters and a large cargo hold. I wanted to help her with the slaves she was moving out of the American south. It seemed a noble cause and one she was still quite involved in.

My one ship had caused me to have to rent an office, hire a crew, and a man to manage it, as well as get cargo for the ship after Catherine’s shipments dried up during the growing season and winter. I was spending a great deal of money for such a small profit, and I guessed that for only the cost of a second crew I could double my income. Of course I did not take into account that my insurance cost would double, but even that was not so significant.

I set Catherine’s lawyer — and since I had begun to pay him, my lawyer — on a quest to find me a proper vessel.

His search lasted for two months. I was at home minding dinner when he came to call. I was surprised to see him there since it was customary for him to send word or wait until I came to get my allowance.

“I have found a ship, I think,” he said as he entered my home and removed his hat.

“It has passenger space?”

“Yes. But it is not new. I believe it would be wise to assume the mortgage on a vessel. It will cost less to acquire that way, and we won’t have to wait for it to be built. It’s already crewed as well.”

“You’re sure this is best?”

“I am. The vessel is already contracted to a Dutch company. It will be providing a handsome income from the day you sign the papers.”

“What of Catherine? I want to ship for her in the fall.”

“That can be arranged,” he said. The way he looked at me told me that he knew why I specifically wanted room for passengers. It was a dangerous pursuit. My ship could be confiscated.

“Have you received any word from Catherine?” I asked.

“Only that things are as they have always been. She would not share any more intimate details with me, I assure you.” The lawyer half smiled. What he did or did not know about his employer would remain a mystery, though I had every reason to believe that he had no idea about her darker secrets.

I regretted that I did not have a letter for him to send to her then. I should have written her, but I had no way of knowing I would have seen him that day. All the same, I resolved that I would write both Alice and Catherine that night and bring the letters to him in the morning.

And that was what I did. I wrote them both and delivered the letters. The next time I saw him, he not only had good news regarding my new ship but a letter from Catherine and Alice each.

I was relieved to learn that Catherine had indeed reopened the tavern. It was not what it once was, and likely never would be again, but it was something at least. It seemed so sad to me that such a wonderful thing as she had done for all of us, women of this mind, that is, was gone forever and over nothing more than wealth and the need to pass it on.

My own tavern, however, was far better. It was turning a tidy profit on its own. Not great wealth that would sustain such a lifestyle as I had lived with Catherine, or even Josephine, but it was fine enough that I always had enough money to do what I wanted.

I began to wonder if I should not develop my own inner circle of close friends. I dreamt of the days when I might, like Catherine, throw elaborate parties filled with debauchery and sin. Little by little I found myself collecting erotic literature. I was looking for hints about how I might accomplish all that Catherine had.

I had managed to collect quite a library of positively awful stories. I had them hidden away just as I had seen Catherine do, folded within the pages of more respectable books. I needed a home, though. A proper place to throw parties. The tavern would not do.

I began searching Paris for a larger home, one suitable for my plans. My ships were creating enough of an income that, coupled with my allowance and the little money from the tavern, I would be able to afford a town home not at all unlike that owned by the Madame. That should be large enough, I thought.

I would start small, however. I would create a tea party as I had seen in New York. I would begin to develop my inner circle through carefully evaluating those women I knew best from my Friday and Saturday nights.

There was no doubt that the Madame and Monique would of course be there. Angelique and her lover, the ex-slave Jezebel, also seemed to be likely possibilities. I needed more, though. I had to be careful, however, these had to be my closest friends only. What I wouldn’t have given to have Alice and Eliza there to join me. Catherine as well. I knew so many women, but they were all spread across the globe, leaving me only with the few I knew in Paris to choose from.

I began to wonder if perhaps I should not save my money to buy a third ship and then seek out a larger home. I had heard of steamships by now, and wondered if I could acquire such a vessel. Of course they were still very new, and I did not know that they were not considered seaworthy at all.

In the end I chose to find a new home. It would allow me to begin developing my inner circle. I already had two ships and with only a small amount of money I could acquire a third at any time.

Again my lawyer helped me. I sent him about looking for a larger house. I asked to entertain properties on the outskirts of the city, but if there was nothing I could afford there, then he should find a town home within the city.

And so it was that by the year’s end I had a new town home. It was very large for something in the city. The house had three floors. On the first the kitchen, sitting room, a formal dining hall, and a parlor. On the third floor, several bedrooms. And finally, the second floor, and the reason I bought the house. It had a party hall. Really little more than a large open space with room for a small orchestra. Of course, for my uses there would be no music, no dancing. Also, the house was built in such a way as to have a small, private courtyard which was neither visible to neighbors nor from the street.

The place was sufficient for my tea party and hopefully the debauchery I wished soon to indulge in. I had assembled a list of six women I would invite to my first tea party, when I received word that Catherine was coming to Paris to breed a horse. I worried that the horse might not survive the journey.

I decided to delay my first tea party until she arrived. It seemed to be perfect that she should be at my first gathering, seeing that most of what I now knew and enjoyed I owed to her.

It was early spring when Catherine arrived in Paris. She bred her horse as she had come to do, then came at once to my home.

I welcomed her into my home and soon took her out to my tavern. I needed her approval, I craved it. She had been the first, and now there was me and the destiny I was making for myself.

“And the tavern supports itself, you say?” Catherine asked as I led her up the back stair to the apartment above.

“Indeed. For quite some time now.”

“Well that’s certainly more than I could claim, but of course Paris is much larger so surely you must have more patrons.”

“Perhaps,” I agreed. “But Madame La Granade sells me the drink at I price I could not get elsewhere.”

Catherine smiled at me and laid her palm against my cheek. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch. It seemed a lifetime since I had last felt it. And seeing her then only served to remind me how much I missed her and the others.

“My daughter,” she whispered. “You make me proud. To have accomplished so much in so short a time. Were I to start with so little, I do not think that I could have done as well.”

“You tease me. Of course you could,” I laughed.

“No. I have known wealth and privilege all of my life. I honestly do not know how I might begin so humbly. Indeed you’ve had great fortune, but you’ve also been wise enough to use that to make your way in the world.”

“Which reminds me,” I began. “Catherine, your generosity has been something I could not have done without. But my ships and my tavern support me now. And you are right, I do wish to make my own way in the world. So I think from now on I should refuse the allowance that you have been giving me.”

“The allowance,” Catherine chuckled to herself. “Well, that was a gift from Madeline to you, not from me. It was her dying wish.”

“But surely she would like to see me living so well now, on my own. And of course my gratitude to you both knows no bounds, but the time has come for me to fly on my own wings,” I said confidently.

“I hear Josephine in you,” said Catherine, nodding her head. “I think Madeline would be proud of you, of all you have done. As am I.”

“And so you will come to my tea party tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Then she eyed me curiously. “I thought that I would pass on a legacy I could be proud of, perhaps to someone in Philadelphia, Alice or Eliza. I had no idea it would be you who took up my banner, and all on your own too. What we had in the United States might be gone, but you have breathed new life into it here.”

“I only hope I can do justice to it. I fear I am not you.”

“No, you are you. The girl who endured a year with my mistress. The girl who has begun to build a fortune of her own, from having once been a seamstress paid only a dollar a week. You survived Maddy’s death, and the loss of what I had built. You’ve no idea the strength you have. You are a powerful woman, never let yourself forget that.”

She stood and we walked toward the front door. I did not live in this apartment any longer, but I did maintain it.

“And so you said that you and Monique have…”

“Yes,” I laughed. “She’s a wonderful girl. But I’m afraid she is not happy. She wishes to be independent. She does not like relying on me to sustain her.”

“No, I would not think she would.”

“I’m afraid that in time we will part ways,” I confessed.

“Do you love her?”

“In a manner of speaking, I suppose.”

“But not like Molly? Remember, girl, it’s never again like that first time,” said Catherine.

“I know. But I am sure I am not in love. I don’t feel as if I’m floating, nor giddy at her touch.”

“Well, I should hope that if she does go her own way, you do not discover that you were in love after all.” Catherine took my arm and we found a coach to take us back to my town house.

Finally after so much time the day had come. The day of my tea party. I had Catherine there. Monique and, of course, the Madame. Angelique and Jezebel. I had also invited Penelope. She reminded me of the precocious and quite endearing Alice. And last of all Nan. Nancy was at the tavern nearly every night we were open and spent much of her time in my company. I knew she was hoping to gain favor with me, but she impressed me. And of course feeling admired influenced me as well.

My maid, Josette, served the tea. She was a young girl I had acquired from a house not unlike the one I grew up in. She was being raised in a home for girls. I had watched her a time and she stood out to me. Perhaps it was that secret instinct we such ladies have for knowing one another. I did not know for certain, but I had gone to the lady of the house and requested Josette specifically to come and be my servant. Even if she was not like me, she was shy and demure and always did exactly as she was told. I could rely on her silence should she see anything that would give us away. She was paid well and had fine quarters and good food. Speaking out would cost her all that, and I imagined she would not be willing to give it up.

My other servant, my cook, I was sure was a sodomite. He was much like a woman indeed, and at twenty-five had never married nor did he have any woman he was courting. He was, however, visited from time to time by a gentleman and I simply left them to one another in his quarters, less than interested in what relationship they truly had. What mattered was that I could enjoy a measure of freedom within my home.

We sat talking. The ladies complimented my home. All but Penelope were far wealthier than I, so I knew they were only being polite. But all the same it was nice to hear.

We drank tea for only a short time. However we remained in my parlor talking and getting to know one another better. The good Madame had brought cigars and we all enjoyed one, much to the distress of my maid. I found myself amused by her reaction to seeing we ladies sitting about smoking.

Eventually the sun set and we went to the dining hall to enjoy a supper. I had not planned on this initial party lasting so long, but I was happy to let it continue until the ladies wished to leave.

We ate and talked. As I sat looking around my dining table I realized that I’d not invited a single ‘boy’ to the tea party. In fact they seemed rare in Paris, strangely. I had to find more. It would not do to have parties only for we clucking hens. We needed boys. Many women preferred them to the ladies. I myself even had a special place in my heart for them, though in my life I had come to realize that I very much preferred a true lady in my bed.

There were plenty such women who visited my tavern. Some were even courting ladies there. I knew nearly every one of my patrons by name, and spoke with each of them any time I could. I knew so little else about them, though.

The six women I had before me now would certainly be required for any proper guest list I might make, but I very much needed to add diversity to such a list.

It would take me nearly another year to develop the proper relationships. But when it was done, I had four boys and three more girls whom I would consider inviting to a private party. Of course the women of the tea party and the others did not include my dearest friends from America: Constance and her beloved Mary, Josephine, and of course Catherine, Alice, and Eliza. Even if they could not make the long journey to Paris, I would invite them.

I wondered, though, what would I do at such a party? Had Catherine not already done nearly everything that could be done? Of course she had, but I realized that it would all be fresh and new to my guests. They had never known such things, and I could still provide them with a grand spectacle. Perhaps I would not present a live show at the end of the final night, but to offer absinthe and stories and simply a place that we could indulge such lusts as we could nowhere else might be enough.

Monique had moved on with her life. She had returned to training horses. I missed her, but I was happy that she was doing what she loved. I still counted her among my dearest and closest friends and believed that she would likely always be a part of my life. There was no ill will between us. I understood her need to be independent. Besides, she much preferred the tom boys to ladies like me.

I had been forced to find another bartender when Monique returned to her first love. For weeks I had been trapped behind the bar serving the drinks. That is, until one of the tom boys offered to take the job. Nathalie was her name. I paid her generously and she proved to be a perfect employee, even helping me clean the tavern after we closed each night.

It seemed that the time had come for me to begin preparing for my first gala party. I arranged everything I would need. My cook had all he required to create a fine spread of treats for the women. I had imported cigars from South America. I had all manner of obscene literature at hand. Surely I would find something in my collection to titillate my guests.

Finally I wrote the invitations. First I sent those off that would have to cross the ocean to New York and Philadelphia. The party would not be for another six months, but they had to arrive in time for my American friends to come if they indeed wished to do so.

Waiting another two months, I then sent those invitations throughout Paris that I wanted to. I had no close friends from other parts of Europe, mostly because I did not travel. And as I looked at my rather short guest list, I thought to myself that perhaps I should plan to travel at least some part of the year. I could even pick my destinations based on names I might pry from the good Madame’s lips.

I stood looking out my window. I had handed off my letters to a courier to have them delivered. I would soon begin to receive confirmations or declines. I hoped for the former from everyone but could think of at least three of the women who might not want to come.

Surprisingly, shortly after sending out the invitations I began to receive my first confirmations.

Within a month, all but one of the women from Paris had agreed to come. I had also heard back from Catherine. She was preoccupied with a new battle she was fighting with her husband and could not leave. Alice and Eliza however sent word that they intended to be at my party. I did not ever hear back from Constance or Josephine. I had no way of knowing if they might just arrive, and so I planned for them to be there.

And so when the day finally came that I expected my guests to arrive, I found myself brimming with excitement. However I had to prepare Josette, my maid. She might well see much of what would be happening, and I could not have her reacting badly to it.

“Josette, dear,” I began, after she responded to my ringing bell.

She casually curtsied before me, keeping her eyes down. I did not demand this of her but she did it all the same.

“What do you understand about the ladies you serve tea to every Tuesday?”

“Understand, madame?” she asked. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well, then, perhaps I should ask you this. Have you any idea why I picked you over any of countless servants I could hire in Paris?”

She shook her head.

“Well. It is because I seemed to sense a difference in you. Something about you that makes you fit quite well into my home, if it’s true.”

“Madame?”

“Have you not noticed the way some of the women who come here look at one another? And at you even?”

Again she shook her head.

“I shall just come out with it then. Josette, I suspect that you would much prefer the touch of a woman if you had such a choice.”

“Madame!” she gasped.

“Oh, don’t seem so shocked. Surely you had to know that I myself do. Did you never wonder why Monique and I shared a bed when there were other rooms for her to sleep in?”

I smiled as I got up. I placed my hand on her shoulder and encouraged her to look me in the eye. “Truly?”

Josette shook her head. “Tis not my place to speak of such things,” she said quietly.

“No, but still you can understand them, can’t you?”

She nodded.

“And you? It is your desire too, is it not?”

There was a long silence. She hardly blinked and her eyes seemed distant. “Tis improper, madame,” she finally managed.

“You would speak to me of impropriety? Here in my home? Indeed, out there beyond my walls, this my be true. But here we are free women. You are free.” I looked deep into her eyes. “I ask you again, do you not desire the touch of a woman?”

She gave a single nod of her head and quickly looked away, blushing.

“Have you ever known the exquisite joy?” I asked softly.

She shook her head.

I suddenly found myself overwhelmed with temptation. Oh, how I desired to be a girl’s first. To touch her as no other ever had. I felt as if my flesh was burning for her. And how perfectly scandalous, indeed, that I should contemplate doing such a thing with my own servant.

I desired to whisk her away, carry her to my room and violate her tenderness with my wicked device. And surely this showed in my face, for her expression became fearful.

“Madame?” she asked of me. “It is but a thought to me, only something I dream of. But please, I beg of you, if I never indulge myself, then surely I can be cured of it.”

“Cured?” I laughed. “I have indulged. I have indulged in such debauchery as you would never believe, and I can tell you without any doubt that you do not wish to be cured, dear.”

I moved close to her, letting her feel the warmth of my breath on her neck. From the corner of my eye I saw her blushing, and she seemed to dip as her knees grew weak. “Would you have a man know you? Waste your youth on him only to discover in your autumn years that you should have followed your heart?”

“Madame,” she said in a breathy whisper.

“If that is your wish, then I leave you to it.” I stepped away from her. “Tonight and for at least the next three days you will see such terrible wonders as you have never known. You must not be shocked. To react in any way would bring a dark cloud over my party.”

I was beginning to have a positively awful thought. Perhaps I could give my guests a proper live show. Not only the taboo of knowing the help, but for it to be the girl’s first time. Surely that would provide a thrill. What of her, though? I wondered if it was proper to use a girl’s first time for entertainment. Especially one so shy as Josette. I felt like a monster for thinking it, but the temptation was wearing down my will.

“Are you to use me in your games?” she asked, sounding afraid. I cupped her cheek in my hand and smiled.

“You cannot imagine the temptation,” I said. “But I will not abuse you.”

I did not let it go at that, though. I should have, and perhaps I shall always feel a hint of guilt for not leaving the poor girl be. No, I waited an hour and then went to find her again. She was in my room making my bed. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist. I pressed my lips to the back of her neck and she leaned her weight back against me. I felt her grow weak in my arms and her head fell back.

I pressed my lips to her neck again but this time I parted them and just pinched her fair, soft flesh between my teeth. She was trembling in my arms.

“Madame,” she begged, but I continued to shower temptation on her.

“Can you imagine it?” I asked her. “To feel the soft warm flesh of a naked breast against your palm?”

A quiet gasp escaped her lips.

“To feel the silky hairs covering the mons of another such as yourself?”

She now had nearly all of her weight supported in my arms. Gently I laid her on the bed and crawled over her. I pressed my lips to hers and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.

“I mustn’t,” she whispered.

I ignored her. I untied the front of her dress and pulled her breasts free. I covered a nipple with my mouth and suckled her. I could feel her breath coming shorter now.

Finally I sat back, straddling her hips. “You wish to be cured of this? To never feel such elation again? The trepidation? The fear and temptation and desire? The softness found only in another woman’s touch?”

Sweat was beading on her forehead. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed.

I got to my feet and walked toward the door. “Then, as you wish, I’ll not tempt you again,” I said firmly, reaching for the door handle.

“Madame? You intend to just leave me in such a state?” she cried, closing her dress and tying it again. She swallowed hard and looked quite ashamed.

I felt my belly tighten. She was as good as asking me to take her, to have her for the first time ever. I so wanted to do just that, and right then, but I did not. I simply turned toward her.

“Darling girl, how would you like to have your first time be not only a fond memory for you, but something greatly cherished by many?”

“Madame?” She looked afraid.

I approached her, sitting across from her on the bed. “For my guests, a show of sorts. I shall have you, show you all the wonders you would deny yourself. And my guests shall look on all the while.”

Tears formed in her eyes and she looked terrified.

“Such wonders I could show you,” I whispered. “Do this and they shall all love you, you’ll not be a mere servant but a cherished addition to my inner circle.”

I had not the time to get an answer from her then, as someone rang the doorbell. The first of my guests. Josette composed herself quickly and hurried past me. I soon followed, taking my place in the parlor.

I had my back to do the door when Josette led my guest in. “Madame Josephine Prager,” she announced.

I gasped, standing and spinning in a single motion to face Josephine, my former mistress. I nearly ran across the room to stand before her.

My first instinct was to fall to my knees. I could have never imagined missing her as I did, not after all I had endured at her hand, but there I was, awed.

Before I could recover from the surprise of her arrival, Sandra stepped from behind her and tears immediately built in my eyes. However, I did not forget etiquette. “My mistress,” I whispered.

“Elizabeth, dear.” Josephine smiled at me, then took me in an embrace which I was nearly too shocked to return. She soon stepped aside and my attention fell on Sandra. She was trying not to show how glad she was to see me, but I had no such concern.

“Sandra.” I took her hand in mine and kissed it, then bowed low before her.

“I brought her for you,” Josephine whispered next to my ear. I glanced at her, then again at Sandra.

“Is it your wish to be here?” I asked. That was what truly mattered to me.

“It is, miss, so very much indeed.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight for a long moment. I had missed her as well much more than I’d have thought.

“I’ll go and help the maid, miss.” Sandra said with a quick curtsy. She left me there alone with my former mistress before I could stop her.

“Constance sends her regrets,” said Josephine. “She wanted to come but simply cannot.”

I nodded my head. “I’m honored and delighted that you would brave the seas for me,” I said to her as we made our way to a sofa. “How is New York? And all of my friends?”

“All is well, all is as it has been. Though I must admit my home feels empty without a girl to serve me.” She glanced at the door and smiled. “I could always use Sandra to my heart’s content, but it simply isn’t the same.”

When she said this I suddenly felt something I’d not known I could feel, jealousy. I did not want Sandra used in any way, especially in any way that might cause her distress.

“You still desire her,” Josephine said with a smile. My face certainly must have betrayed me.

“I cannot lie to you, mistress,” I replied. “Indeed even after such a time I do.”

“Then I will tell you what you already know. You may take her anytime, should she wish it.”

I wondered if Josephine teased me. Perhaps she knew that Sandra would never leave her. Perhaps she said that only to torment me. I was not sure, but I was sure that even if I put the question to my lovely Sandra again she would refuse me.

Throughout the day most of my guests arrived. However the Madame and several of the others waited until the sun had set.

When at last everyone was there, we sat in the parlor and I passed out cigars to all. I looked around the room at the women, feeling mostly satisfied, though Alice and Eliza were absent and that disappointed me.

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By Amanda

1798 – Paris 

A month and a half seemed to pass by as if it were but a day. In that time, Monique introduced me to three women that she knew. That was all I had, five, between Monique and the Madame. It was by no means enough to support a tavern.

I decided that my tavern would forever be a liability and that I must have a steady income to support it. That was when I contacted Catherine again.

Catherine owned a number of plantations, they were where the bulk of her fortune came from. She needed ships to move her goods around the world and I knew that she contracted a number of boats every year, as she had a fleet of six.

I had three hundred gold coins. It was not much, but I thought it might be enough if she would grant me a loan. I wrote her and asked her to loan me the money to buy a small ship. It seemed to me that although what I felt I could afford was smaller than the larger three-masted vessels, it might still be able to make a profit.

I knew that the soonest I would be able to get the ship and put it to work for Catherine would be summer to make the purchase, and the end of the growing season to begin hauling cargo. But if she lent me the money, then surely she would contract me to her fleet.

While I awaited Catherine’s reply, I had decided that I would go before the good Madame again and demand that she help me. Five women and the two I had already met was wonderful if all I wanted were friends, but far from what I would need to build a proper sorority.

So the day came that I would visit her again. Madame La Granade. On this day Monique would accompany me and that was why I’d chosen that time. It was the day that she did not work and she had spent the night with me again.

We ate our breakfast at a cafe and boarded a coach. We rode quietly, both a bit nervous, all the way to the Madame’s home. When we arrived, uninvited, the maid looked displeased, but she went to her mistress all the same and we were allowed to meet with her.

The Madame looked Monique over, then her attention turned to me. I had purchased a new dress for this meeting, but Monique was not dressed nearly so fine as I. She was by no means wealthy. As I stood there watching the Madame, I realized that for the future I would have to buy dresses for my companion were we to continue meeting people of such station.

At long last our hostess spoke to Monique in French. I had begun to remember much of what I once knew, and I understood that she was telling my friend that she had always liked her name.

She would not speak English that day. She had no reason to. Monique understood French, as I was beginning to. I stood my ground and told her I had found but five such women counting those she had sent me to. I told her this. Really, as I look back on it now, I realize what an impudent little child I was. However the Madame forgave me that.

She offered to hold a party in my tavern. A party to which she would invite the five women I knew and five more. I had hoped for more than ten, but I was grateful all the same. I wondered if it had been this difficult for Catherine to build her list of women. Of course it did not occur to me that she had started with nothing, and I had the benefit of her years of work. I was far luckier than I realized at the time.

The Madame asked me what I intended to name my tavern. I smiled and told her ‘The Velvet Pony.’ She seemed amused, saying it sounded positively obscene. She also reminded me that I had been among like-minded women for so long that I might have forgotten the level of secrecy we must live in. She advised me to keep my tavern private, and hang no sign above its door. She would provide me a doorman for our party.

“How can you be sure everyone will come?” I asked her in French.

“Child, I am Annabelle La Granade. If I send the invitations, you can rest assured that they shall come.”

Monique laughed quietly to herself when the Madame said it, and I felt a bit foolish for the question. Of course Catherine would have provided me with her best contacts in Paris.

I left Annabelle La Granade’s home feeling a bit better than I had in some time. Ten was not what I hoped for, but it was a start, and she would be providing me both drink and patrons for my first night of business. Perhaps in time those ten would make twenty and my tavern would come to support itself.

So, I set about getting everything ready for the party. A week before I was to host it, a delivery man came to my door with a cart filled with drink. The Madame’s primary means of income was a vineyard in the Champagne region. But she also brewed ale. For that night she provided ale, rum, wine, and champagne. It appeared she expected much drinking, as I was provided enough for what seemed a week’s business. The last thing delivered by the men was a high-backed chair which they situated near the fireplace. It was a fine chair indeed, and I did not need to be told that it was for the Madame.

I had to find a barkeep for the party. I wished to mingle among the women and it would not do for me to be trapped behind the bar.

It was Monique who saved me having to look outside the small group I knew. She agreed to serve drinks, allowing me to meet the new women who would be coming. Indeed she was a dear girl and in the time we’d spent together I had become quite fond of her.

I had thought that everything needed for the party was done, but men arrived two days later and began removing my windows, replacing them with frosted glass. The good Madame seemed to be sort of benefactor to me. She was spending a small fortune for a single night’s entertainment.

As I watched the men work, I understood that she, the Madame, would want some form of payment for her generosity. I wondered how long I might have to work to afford the improvements she was making.

When the work was finished I sat in my tavern, the afternoon sun casting light through the new windows while obscuring the outside world, and me, from it. Monique came down the back stair and walked up behind me, wrapping her arms about my waist. I closed my eyes and felt a chill as she held me. It felt so wonderful to be held by her thin arms, to smell her perfumes, and to feel her soft cheek pressed against my own.

I could scarce bear the excitement, waiting for the party. I did so hope that I would be welcomed among those invited by the Madame. I feared that they would be wealthy and not unlike the women from the tea party. However she had told me that Josephine was known among such women and my time with my mistress seemed to have in some way opened a door with her, perhaps it would do the same for others.

The final days before the party were maddeningly slow and it did not help that I could live in such leisure. By the night of the party I had cleaned my house completely three times.

The party was scheduled for seven in the evening. The first guests arrived only moments after Monique had taken her place behind the bar. I had five women in my tavern by only twenty minutes after seven. The others, those enjoying greater wealth, as should be expected, arrived late.

Each was announced by the good Madame’s doorman. So when at last she arrived, at a quarter past eight, the attention of fourteen women turned to her. When she said she would invite five others it had not occurred to me that those five might bring someone else with them, and several did.

I was wandering about my tavern, meeting each woman and trying to place my name upon their lips. There were three ‘boys’ that night. The rest were ladies, and then the Madame. Every one of the women seemed keen to meet her, to come to her awareness.

It was later in the evening when I sat at the bar and Monique handed me a tankard of ale. I would have preferred wine, but this would do.

“Is it all you had hoped?” she asked.

I smiled up at her and nodded my head. “Yes.”

She playfully pushed the tip of my nose with her forefinger and I took my ale to go back and mingle.

I was sitting and speaking with one of the women Monique had introduced me to, Joan, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. With a smile I turned to see a woman to whom I had spoken, but whose name escaped me.

“Grace, dear,” she said, offering her hand. I took it and kissed her fingers.

With a twinkle in her eye, she said to me, “You are the one that Annabelle said had completed Josephine’s training.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Awful sort, that Josephine, but those who fall beneath her wings, their charms cannot be ignored.” She smiled and winked. I returned the smile.

Grace was a woman of breeding. Her wealth was evident in her dress and jewels. She had heard enough about me to know about my mistress, and my accomplishment impressed her.

Some time later I stood before the good Madame and we spoke in French. I was thanking her as deeply as I could for her generosity. The party was going well. As could be expected, the wealthy women behaved as such, but had managed to find it within themselves to mingle as the night drew on.

This is what I had hoped for. I now had fourteen woman who knew of my tavern. They were buying drinks and talking and smoking. I went to the bar and took a cigar, lighting it.

“Are you alone?” a voice came.

I turned to see a younger blonde girl. I imagined she could be no older than seventeen. As I looked upon her, I could only wonder how she had gotten out of her home to come here.

I glanced at Monique. I was not alone. “No, not tonight,” I told the girl.

“Too bad, really,” she said. “You could be my first.”

This led to a temptation I had never felt before. The idea of being this girl’s first lover enticed me and I found I could hardly deny myself.

She offered her hand. “I’m Penelope.”

I smiled as I took it and bowed before her as would a man. I kissed her fingers and smiled up at her.

I lingered a bit long, I think, but soon enough returned her control of her hand. I glanced up for only a moment to see Monique looking at us amused. She knew the girl, and I had been introduced to her, but hardly remembered her.

Penelope was a maid in a lawyer’s home. She lived in a small room and among her duties cared for the children. However none of this immediately sprang to my mind.

“You tempt me, child,” I finally said.

“Who is she?” the girl asked. She seemed to know the effect her bluntness would have.

“Monique, of course,” I told her. She turned to the bar and smiled at my lover. Monique soon approached.

“Did she say you would be her first?” Monique asked.

I nodded my head.

“That’s how she got me into her bed,” she laughed.

Penelope glared at her for only a moment before breaking into laughter as well. “I am a wicked child indeed,” she said to me.

Monique handed her a glass of rum and she happily, nearly skipping, returned to the main group.

“Are you going to sing for us tonight?” my lover asked. I could only shrug, but she pushed at my shoulder. “Come now, you may never have this chance again.”

I agreed and leaned myself over the bar until I could reach my guitar. I approached the ladies and pulled out a chair. Then I did something that elicited a gasp even from women such as these. I propped my foot upon the chair to support the guitar on my knee.

“Ah! A song!” Monique shouted from the bar and the ladies forgot my most unladylike stance.

“Very well, then,” I began. “I learned this song from a girl most dear to my heart.” I hardly paused. I simply began strumming the guitar and singing the song that so many years ago I had learned from Alice.

When I was done, all of the women clapped, and some, especially the boys, cheered. I felt wonderful. I would not know for some time, but at least for tonight I was enjoying a fair amount of acceptance among them.

Rich and poor, ladies and boys… that night we all concerned ourselves with but a single thing, and that was our shared lust.

It was nearly midnight when I saw that this party might soon end, and I decided that I must attempt to perpetuate my business. I stood upon the bar, calling for everyone’s attention. “Ladies, and gentlemen, my heart is warmed to see you all here. But we do not have to part ways forever this night. You shall find my tavern open any Saturday night at five and closed only when the last of you leaves. Of course you have by now, I am sure, guessed that only like-minded women are welcomed here.”

I stepped down as many of the women clapped their hands. I approached the good Madame and offered my hand as she stood.

“Very good girl,” she said. I took her arm as she walked slowly toward the door. “I shall bill you for the drink, pay it as you are able.”

We reached the door and I escorted her to her carriage. “You are quite the demanding girl, indeed. I was put off by you, at first, but I thought that since you came directly from Josephine perhaps I could forgive you.” I helped her into the carriage. “You’ve done well for yourself tonight. I should think that even some of my friends might return to be entertained by you.” She pulled the door closed and smiled at me through the window as the coachman pulled away.

I returned to my tavern. Within the ladies were beginning to show the signs of having been drinking all night. I made a final round of all the guests as they began to leave one by one.

When at last all that was left were Monique and myself I came to her and took her into my arms. “Do you think we have managed to begin something wonderful here?” I asked.

“I should certainly hope we have.” She pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You were the life of the party, dear. I believe I heard your name a number of times.”

I smiled. It brought me a great relief to think that perhaps I truly had begun something quite wonderful.

We left the tavern in just such a state when we went up to my apartment. I dearly wanted to make love to Monique, but had hadn’t the strength, and judging by her drooping eyelids I doubted she did either.

In the morning Monique returned to her duties at the stable and I went down to the tavern to clean. Another week would pass now, another week before I would feel Monique’s arms about my waist. I so hated that her work kept her from me.

I began to wonder if she would like to come and live with me. I had the money to support us both, and well too. She could work in the tavern with me and perhaps together, between us, we could make all of the dreams I had dared to dream come true.

I waited out the week. When at last Monique arrived at my door I could hardly contain myself until the door was closed.

I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed long and deep. When at last we broke, I looked at her and smiled. “What if you could live with me?”

“I couldn’t. You know that.” She was taking me lightly, but I meant my offer.

“I mean it, Monique. I have more than enough money for both of us. We could truly make a go of it. We could make the tavern a kind of haven.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

I nodded. She half laughed as she turned and walked toward the sofa. “You want me to leave the stables and come here to live with you?”

“And why shouldn’t you? They hardly pay you enough to live on.”

“But my money is my own. I am independent. I need no one.”

Now I immediately understood. I could not make that same claim. I relied entirely upon Catherine and her generosity.

Another month passed. Each Saturday night we opened the tavern. Few ever came, but they did come and that was something at least. More pleasing was that I had seen a new face among the few that came. It was one more woman and one more possibility.

I went to Catherine’s lawyer and when I collected my allowance he had a letter for me from Catherine. I could hardly wait to read it but I did not break its seal until I reached my home.

I opened the letter as I sat upon my sofa and sipped tea. Catherine first told me that she, Eliza, and Alice were all doing very well. She told me of the things they would do together, though unfortunately she spared any details that were too titillating.

Finally she came to the loan I had requested. She promised me that if I acquired a ship I would receive preferential treatment from her, but that she could not loan me the money. Instead, what she would be willing to do is match whatever money I could put as down payment on a ship.

It was not what I had hoped. But it was something, and I took no time at all to decided that this would be exactly what I would do. I wrote her back that day and returned to the lawyer the following day to have him deliver my message. I had told her that I had three hundred gold coins I was saving for this ship. I had a few more than that, I am sure, but I had not taken the time to count it all.

Four months later, I went to my lawyer to find my allowance had arrived with three hundred gold coins. This was the start of it, I thought to myself. I had finally begun the path to my future in earnest.

Her lawyer also told me that he would be glad to take care of finding the ship and negotiating the terms. I did not want him to. I wanted to learn for myself how to do such things, but I decided in the end that since this was the first purchase of this type that I had ever made, I should accept his offer. I agreed, and told him to take what money I had been saving to help make the down payment.

I returned home not expecting to hear from him again for some time. While I waited, I began to wonder about perhaps trying again to persuade Monique to come and live with me. I missed her terribly during the time she was working at the stable. I dearly wanted her near me all the time.

Our night came, Friday. She had Saturdays to herself and did not have to arrive back at the gentleman’s stable until well after noon on Sundays. She was not expected to work that day, as her employer was very religious, but she was expected to be home.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she wrapped her arms about my waist.

I pushed the door closed quickly and took her face in my hands, pulling her forward and kissing her deeply. “Every day is an eternity when you’re not here,” I told her.

We held each other a time before we made our way to the sofa where we could sit and talk before supper.

Monique looked into my eyes and could see that I had a question for her. She may even have known what it was. Surely she had to suspect. “What is it, Elizabeth?”

“It is a conversation we have long had,” I answered.

“You want for me to come to live with you,” she said quietly.

“Of course I do. What more could I hope for? It breaks my heart to only see you once each week.”

“As I, but what would I do here?” she asked. “Keep your house? Be a wife to you while you went about spending your allowance?”

“And why not? I don’t ask that you clean my home and cook my meals, but we could go out together and spend my money, enjoy our meals at a different cafe every night, and on Saturday nights open the tavern.”

“The tavern…” she said. “Do you truly think you can make a go of that?”

“I do. In time. I need only remain in good standing with the Madame and she will sell me the drink at a price I could not find elsewhere.”

“And if we’re found out?”

“That will always be a danger, Monique.”

“Give me a week to consider it,” she said quietly after a long silence. “Perhaps it is the most reasonable thing to do.” She tried to smile but I could tell she was only playing at it.

We ate dinner in a more solemn mood than usual that night, but by the time we had gotten home things had begun to lighten. We were giggling and talking when we came into my house.

It had been far too long since we had made love. I wasted no time in pulling Monique to my bedroom. Tonight I would share something with her that I had not seen or used in years. Not since losing Madeline.

I had kept the small bag I traveled with beneath my bed for all of the time I had been in Paris. But as we lay upon the bed kissing I reached underneath for the bag and pulled it out. I sat back holding it and smiled at Monique.

“I have something positively awful to show you,” I told her. “I hope that you will let me use it tonight.”

I opened the bag and pulled out the dildo.

Monique’s eyes grew wide as she looked first from me to it and then back again. “You mean to use that on me tonight?”

She touched the straps and I could see that she was understanding its usage. “Should I wear it or shall you?” she finally asked.

“Both, perhaps?” I so hoped we could both enjoy it. She smiled at me.

“It’s absolutely wicked, indeed. How did you come by this horrible thing?”

“It was a gift of sorts,” I told her, not wanting to discuss Madeline with her. “I must warn you… if I use it, then you shall truly be ruined for any man. It would take your virginity.”

Monique smiled, and sat up straighter, taking the dildo in her hands, examining it closely. “Too late for that, I think.” She handed it back to me. “I told you before, I’m not a virgin.”

I stood and began removing my dress. Monique kept her eyes on me, hardly blinking. Once my clothes no longer hindered me I strapped the dildo on and crawled onto the bed.

I began kissing Monique, feeling her breasts and sliding the dildo between her legs. She rocked her hips with me and closed her eyes. I tongued and bit at her nipples before I pushed myself up and looked down at her. She half opened her eyes, and with a gentle thrust I pushed the dildo deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned loudly.

My dear Monique rocked her hips, raising herself up to greet the phallus I wore. She pulled at my bottom, urging me deeper though she remained silent. I thrust my hips, driving deep within her. I had worn the dildo before but never like this. I had been but a subject of torment the last time I felt this.

It was different now. I had begun to understand some of why Madeline had so enjoyed it. There was a feeling of power I had never known, and I found it exhilarating.

“More,” Monique moaned, and I increased my speed, driving even deeper into her sex. She gasped and groaned. The girl brought her legs up, wrapping them about my waist and I nearly climaxed myself feeling this.

When at last she cried out, I felt as if I too might explode. I covered her mouth with my own and wrestled with her tongue. She clutched at my back, and I am sure she left marks.

Finally Monique grew quiet, stretching her arms over her head. She smiled up at me. “That was wonderful,” she whispered.

I simply nodded. I wished to know the pleasure too.

In time I moved so that Monique could get up. I removed the dildo and handed it to her. She nodded, knowing what I wanted.

Monique slid the belt over her waist and I helped her buckle it between her legs. When that was done, she eased me back to the bed and we began kissing. Her tongue tasted sweet with port wine and I found myself enjoying it.

I brought my knees up as she moved her mouth to my breasts, keeping one hand between my legs massaging my sex. I could hardly wait to feel the phallus she wore, but did not want to rush her either.

At long last she mounted me, and drove the dildo deep within me. I nearly growled with the pleasure of it. She thrust deep into me, then pulled out nearly all the way before pushing deep within again in long slow strokes.

I found I had wrapped my legs about her waist as she had mine. I was tightening them with each thrust.

As I pulled at her ass she increased her speed until we were moving at a furious rate. I thought surely I had to be in danger of injury, but all I could feel was pleasure. I threw my head back and dug my fingers into her rump. I fought not to scream as an orgasm ripped through me.

I loved every wicked pleasure one woman could give another, but I had not felt this in so long that I found I dearly missed it.

We slept that night naked and holding one another.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Misty Meadow

That evening, after Ashley had gone to bed, Ursula and I made love in her room. The heat of her earlier passion had cooled, but she was still an enthusiastic lover, crying out in ecstasy when I bit on her nipple. She went down on me and gave me a lovely orgasm, then we sat with our backs to the head of the bed, our knees up under our chins.

“Don’t move,” I said, “I’m gonna take a picture.” I found my phone in the pocket of my shorts and told her to spread her legs. I took the shot, then moved in for a close up of her cunt.

She smiled indulgently, then said, “Go get your laptop. I want to see those pictures again.”

When I returned with it, Ursula opened up the file she wanted, then slowly clicked through the photos her daughter had taken of me, murmuring words of appreciation. Then, to my surprise, she opened the other file, the one with the lewd snaps of Ashley. I’d assumed that the last thing on earth she’d want to do was look at those pictures, and half-expected her to explode with rage all over again.

But no, she calmly scrolled through every single picture — taking her time, inspecting each one closely.

“I have to admit it,” she said, “my daughter is damn sexy. I can see now why you fell so hard for her.” She paused, staring at the image of her little girl, captured in an especially lewd pose. “Look at the expression on her face. My God — only twelve, and she’s working it like a bloody porn star.” She shook her head, lost in awe. “Quite the exhibitionist, isn’t she?”

“She is, and then some. Whenever I’d forget to take a picture, she’d remind me.”

“But it seems so… so odd to me that a girl who hasn’t yet had her first period can display herself like that.”

I shrugged. “Maybe I’m to blame. I never did anything to discourage Ashley, just let her do whatever she liked. It was thrilling, seeing her grow up so fast.”

“I can imagine. But if she’s so promiscuous now, what’s she going to be like when she’s a teenager. Will she be some kind of freaky nymphomaniac?”

“She’s gay, remember. She can’t get pregnant and unlikely to catch any nasty diseases. I think that if you try to be straightforward with her, you can help to channel her passions in a constructive way… teach her that it’s better to have a few lovers you really care for, rather than a lot of casual fucks that you don’t give a damn about. Still, I don’t think a hearty appetite for sex is a bad thing. Take yourself, for example.”

She laughed. “Like mother, like daughter, eh?”

“Precisely.”

“But she is remarkably sexy, don’t you agree? Of course you agree, you’re into little girls.”

“Oh, not exclusively. I still like to fuck mature women. Women with nice firm tits,” I said, squeezing her left breast. “Women with nicely shaved cunts.” I ran my hand over her mound, tracing the slit with a fingertip. “Women with warm wet pussies for me to lick.”

By then, Ursula was quivering with desire. I slid down the bed, got between her thighs and pressed my face into her pink palace.

While licking her, I looked up to see that she’d got my phone and was taking pictures of me. I raised my head, smiled for the camera, licked my lips and went back to my favourite meal, namely, “Lunch at the Y.”

*****

A few days later, Ashley told me her mum was acting strangely.

“First, she asked me to take a shower with her. She hasn’t done that since I was, like four or so. When I got undressed, she took pictures of me, saying how beautiful I was and that I should never be ashamed of my body. Then, she wanted to soap me all over, even my bum and my cunt. She didn’t use a washcloth, either, just her hand — and I’m pretty sure that she touched me more than she needed to. ‘We have to get your cunny nice and clean,’ she said. It was more like she was feeling me up! Then, when Mum kissed me goodnight, it was a real kiss, not a little peck on the cheek like she usually does. What’s she up to, d’ya think?”

“Were you embarrassed? Afraid? Freaked out?”

“No,” she replied with a shake of the head. “She’s my mum and I love her. I don’t mind what she does to me. I know if I say ‘no’ she’ll stop.”

“Hmmm. Did you want her to stop?”

She actually blushed. “Well, no… I mean, it did feel nice, and I do love her — so it’s okay, I guess.”

“Do you tell her that you love her?”

“All the time.”

I, too, was wondering what Ursula was up to. I recalled her reaction to the extreme pictures of Ashley, how she’d seemed to almost admire her daughter’s behaviour, where most mums would have been repulsed.

The question was unfurling in my head: Is Ursula coming on to her own daughter? The very notion seemed crazy… then again, the recent goings-on in our household had been anything but normal. What unnerved me was that her behaviour toward Ashley seemed a lot like… well, something that I might do, if I was bent on seduction.

At any rate, Ashley didn’t seem especially upset about her mum, so I kept my suspicions to myself.

Then the very next day, Ashley reported that she went into her mum’s bedroom to find her stretched out on the bed, stark naked.

“Nothing wrong with that,” I said. “I lie around naked sometimes.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” she fired back. “There’s more, lots more. She asked me to come and lie beside her, and when I did, she put her arm round my shoulder and asked me if I liked her breasts. I said they were awesome, ‘cos they are, and then she took my hand and put it on one of them!”

“She didn’t,” I gasped, my heart beginning to throb.

“She so totally did! She asked me to squeeze it and pinch her nipple and she said it felt nice and then, guess what?”

“Tell me.”

“Mum told me that she wanted to remember what it was like back when I was a baby and getting milk from her. She held one of her titties up and… and offered it to me, asked me if I would kiss and suck on it.” Her eyes flashed with excitement. “She was getting turned on, Misty. I could tell. I could smell her cunt!”

“So, did you? Suck on her nipple, I mean.”

“Sure,” she replied with a shrug. “If it makes her feel good, why not?”

“Yeah, why not?” Because she’s your mother, that’s why not, I thought, but couldn’t deny that I found this whole scenario to be strangely exciting.  I wasn’t exactly jealous… though by that point, I’d have given up a week’s pay to have my nipple in Ashley’s mouth.

“She told me not to tell you, Misty — but I don’t want us to keep secrets from each other. I still love you.”

“Me, too, sweetheart,” I sighed. “God, how I miss our little adventures.”

Ashley scowled at me. “Little? They were huge! Remember when I fisted you? You were bouncing around like a crazy woman, saying all kinds of dirty things to me. I miss that…”

“Then listen to this. I wanna take your knickers down and kiss your arse all over and finger your pussy and suck on it and kiss your titties and let you kiss mine and finger me and shove your whole hand up my cunt and then pee on my face in the shower and…”

“Stop it,” she cried, laughing. “You sound so — so slutty!”

“Yeah, call me a slut. Remember when I called you a slut, just before we got caught? You liked that.”

“I did,” she pouted, gesturing helplessly. “Now, it’s just… all I get to do now is think about it. That’s not even close to enough.”

“What can I say? l loved being a slut with you, my sweet — but we can’t anymore. I promised your mum.”

“Promises can be broken,” she said, plaintively.

“We’ve been through this, love. If I break my promise to your mum, how would you be able to trust me not to break the promises I make to you?”

“I guess you’re right. But… it’s all so frustrating, damn it!” Ashley’s pretty hands were balled into fists, her face a picture of anguish.

I reached out to take one of her clenched hands, then caressed it between mine until she relaxed. “I know it’s hard, sweetie. I’m having a rough time with this myself. Think of me when you masturbate — that’ll help.”

“I do! I do! I remember all the lovely things we did and pretend we’re doing them again, and I come. Not as fantastic as when I’m with you, but I always come.”

“I love you, Ashley.” I kissed her on the lips — briefly, so as not to get carried away.

“Love you too, Misty,” she whispered.

“Now go get finished with your homework, and I’ll get dinner started,” I told my melancholy little lover, sending her off with a pat on the shoulder.

*****

The situation between Ashley and her mother got weirder still. A few days later, upon arriving home from school, she reported that Ursula had asked her if she wanted a massage. “I told her, ‘Okay, I guess’.”

Her mum told her to undress completely, and was taking pictures of her the whole time. Then when Ashley was naked, Ursula got her to lie on her back.

“On your back? What the hell kind of massage was that?”

Ashley smirked. “Well, what she really wanted was to take more pictures of me with my clothes off.”

Ursula took several, then asked Ashley to lift her legs up to her chest and hold them there, while she took a close-up shot of her daughter’s bum and cunt. Then Ashley had to get up on all fours, so her mum could get a picture of her from the rear — also at extremely close range.

“It was just like you and me,” she continued, “when we played together. Mum kept telling me how beautiful I was. She had me lay down on my back again, and she leaned in really close to look at my cunt. Like she was inspecting it, y’know?”

“Inspecting it for what?” I asked. Jesus sodding Christ, I was actually feeling jealous!

“Hair. She was looking for hair. She ran her thumb over my pussy. ‘Just checking,’ she said. Then she was running the tips of her fingers all up and down my body, kinda like she was tickling me with a feather. I liked that; it felt nice. She did little circles round my nipples and they got hard. The thing was, every time that she reached my cunt, her fingers stayed there for a second or so — like it was maybe an accident, but I knew it wasn’t, ‘cos her fingers stayed longer and longer until she couldn’t pretend anymore.

Mum asked me if it felt nice, and I told her that, yeah, it did. In fact, I told her not to stop. Boy, her face sure lit up when I said that! She was really excited. I mean, I could smell her pussy again, like last time.” Ashley was grinning as she remembered it. “She smells almost as nice as you do! Anyhow, she was standing next to me, completely naked–”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I protested. “Your mother got undressed, too?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you that?” Ashley replied, furrowing her brow. “Mmm, guess not. Yeah, she took off her dress when I was up on my hands and knees. The dress was all she had on, anyhow — nothing under it. So, I was checking out Mum’s tits — they’re really nice, by the way — and I just sort of felt like, y’know, touching them. I figured if I just went ahead and did it, she wouldn’t mind, so I reached up and squeezed ‘em, both her titties. She loved it! Absolutely loved it.”

“I’ll bet.”

“I think me feeling her up like that might’ve scared her a little bit, though… ‘cos all of a sudden Mum said she had to take a shower, and she left.” Ashley giggled. “Never did get that massage.”

“You don’t feel… awkward or anything, having your own mother doing this stuff to you?”

“Not really. It’s just like when she gives me kisses, only now Mum’s being more, um, adult about it. She’s just telling me she loves me.” She sighed. “Guess I should go do my homework.” Ashley bent to pick up her book bag, then hesitated. “Oh, she told me not to say anything to you about us doing stuff like that. I told her I wouldn’t, ‘cos I’d rather lie to her than you.” She gave me a wistful smile, then trudged upstairs.

I was seething inside as I watched her go, my mind a jumble of mixed anger and arousal. Fucking Ursula. That bitch. That fucking bitch! How dare she read me the riot act for making love to her daughter, then come on to Ashley herself? At least what I did with her wasn’t incest — it was pure, innocent love, just expressed in a physical way.

On the other hand, this was knowledge I could make use of. It might even be a gateway to get Ashley back, to make her my lover once more. I now held a powerful card… the only question was, how to play it?

*****

After Ashley went to bed that night, I fucked Ursula doggy fashion with a strap-on she produced from a box hidden in her closet. While I was pounding her cunt, I reached around and fingered her clit until she got off. It was something to see — she was writhing, twitching, bucking, squirming and thrusting herself back on to my latex cock, coming again and again.

After I’d worn her out and we’d rested, I asked Ursula to fuck me with it and she did. In a way, it was good to be dominated like that. I enjoyed a little humiliation now and then, like how she’d sometimes verbally abuse me when I licked her cunt, calling me a dirty little whore and a lot else.

When I’d come for the second time, I decided to get down and dirty with her in a big way. “Wanna fuck me up the bum?” I asked her.

That got her attention, right enough. “Oh, you like anal? I wish you’d told me before! I like it too.”

It hurt going in, though the lube definitely helped. It was good in a different way — not as nice as up my cunt, but good enough to make me come again.

Ursula was very pleased. “It’s just like the old days, before I caught you with Ashley.”

“Speaking of which,” I said. “you both seem to be getting along a lot better these days. I see her looking at you with respect… no, make that adoration, in her eyes. It seems as if our little affair didn’t come between the two of you after all.”

She smiled at me, wagging a finger. “I know what you’re doing, Misty. You’re trying to play down what you did with my daughter, just so you can get her back again. That’s not an option.”

You mean that she’s your private property, I thought.

“You know, Ashley’s just about to hit puberty,” I began, “and she’s already experienced sex and enjoyed it. That means she’ll be feeling one hell of an urge to do it again… and all the lectures in the world about being too young won’t make those urges go away.”

“I know,” Ursula muttered. “That’s how it was for me… only I was fourteen, at least, not twelve. What’s your point?”

“Just this: if you don’t want Ashley to be coming on to other girls — or even older women, like her teachers — then she’ll need someone to express those feelings with. What if… well, what if that someone was you?”

Suddenly, she was guarded, on edge. “What are you suggesting? Is this — based on anything she’s said to you?”

“Only that she loves you,” I lied. “Let me explain. I knew a girl in college who was totally gay, a big-time cunt hound, couldn’t keep her hands off the girls. I ought to know, I was one of them. Anyway, one night when we were in bed together, she told me that just after she got her first period, she got snubbed in a big way by the girl she liked, and no one else seemed to be interested in her, even just to fool around.

“She was already out to her mother and confided in her. Her mum hugged her, then took the girl into her bedroom, undressed her, laid her down and proceeded to kiss and touch her body all over, paying special attention to her cunt. She told me she didn’t mind that it was her mum — who made her come several times, by the way. She liked it so much that she returned the favour — sucking on her mum’s tits, fingering her cunt and eventually going down on her. The last time I saw her she told me they were still getting it on, and that her mum was better than all her other lovers. They’re still at it. for all I know.”

“Holy shit!” Her face was alight with excitement. “A mother and daughter having lesbian sex? Sounds like a porno movie — a really perverted one.”

Good — you’ve hooked her. Now reel her in. “Actually, I was quite touched by her story. She wasn’t some psychologically damaged neurotic, she was a smart, balanced and as far as I know, contented woman who didn’t feel the least bit of shame for what she’d done with her mum. Oh, I can understand why heterosexual incest is a taboo. What girl wants to get knocked up by her dad? But a sexual relationship between mother and daughter… well, that has no downside that I can see.”

Not wanting to give her an chance to pick holes in my argument, I told Ursula that I was feeling drowsy and ought to turn in for the night. I gave her a brief kiss, then gathered up my clothes and made a graceful exit, padding naked through the house.

On the way back to my room, I took a detour into the loo for a much needed pee, not bothering to shut the door. I heard Ashley’s door open, and she floated into the bathroom in her diaphanous nightie. I could see her nipples and cunt clearly through the whisper-thin material.

She started when she saw me sitting on the loo. “Oh… I’m not supposed to see you naked, am I?”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to leave. Your mum’s probably asleep.” I finished peeing, wiped myself and stood to let Ashley sit. She hitched her nightie up round her waist, and I bent down to take a long look at her darling little cunt as her pee streamed out. Unable to resist, I put my finger in the stream, brought it to my mouth and sucked it.

“Wow… you are so bad, Misty,” she said.

I moved closer, my sex now inches from her face. “Look at my cunt,” I said, spreading my lips open with my fingers. “That’s where you belong, lover… inside me.”

She gazed up at me, an expression of longing on her face. “I so want to touch you there, Misty… more than anything! But Mummy says I can’t, not ever again.”

Her sorrow only made me more determined than ever to outwit Ursula. “Listen to me, Ashley. One day, we’ll be together again, and we’ll make love like we used to. I promise you that.”

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Amanda Lynn

— SIX WEEKS LATER —

Neve turned off Main Street and onto Acadia Court. Tall maple trees lined the streets, and the lawns were large and well manicured. The single dwelling homes were elegant and recently built, with each showing pride of ownership.

Stephanie felt confused as to why Neve had been so insistent when she dropped Brooke off to spend the day with Piper that the two of them go for a drive together. She had agreed willingly, though, as it meant some alone time with her sister, her lover.

“Where are we going?” Stephanie asked for the second time since leaving her apartment with Neve only a short time ago.

“Patience, my love. You’ll see soon,” Neve said, putting a hand on Stephanie’s bare leg and pushing it up to just under the hem of her skirt.

Stephanie put her hand on Neve’s, staying her progress. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she warned with a smile.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you stop this car and rape you right here,” Stephanie said, squeezing Neve’s hand.

Neve laughed. “That I would love to see,” she said, only half joking, as she winked at her sister. Neve pulled her hand away from Stephanie’s leg and turned the car onto a driveway at the bottom of the cul-de-sac.

Stephanie looked through the windshield at the large, two-car garage in front of them. To the left sat a gorgeous, single-level house. A flagstone walkway led past colorful flowerbeds and up to granite steps ending at an elegant oak door. The flowerbeds continued from the other side of the steps along the front of the house.

“What a beautiful home,” Stephanie said in awe. “Who lives here?”

Neve just smiled. “Come on,” she said as she exited the car.

Slowly, Stephanie emerged from the car, taking in the beauty of the property.

Neve took her hand and led her up the walkway to the front door. To Stephanie’s surprise, her sister found a key on her keychain and unlocked the house. Neve stepped inside, pulling Stephanie along with her.

Stephanie found herself inside a large, empty room with a vaulted ceiling. Centered on the wall to her left sat a brick fireplace, flanked on each side by large windows. Straight ahead and beyond this room was an equally large open-concept kitchen and dining room. Even though it was devoid of furnishings, the space oozed of luxury.

“What do you think so far?” Neve asked, squeezing Stephanie’s hand.

“I love it. But whose is it?”

Again, Neve ignored the question and pulled Stephanie through the dining room to a short hall that ran perpendicular to the dining room. Directly in front of them was a full bath finished with beautiful tiles and fixtures. Neve turned left down the hall into another large room.

“This is one bedroom, and there’s an identical one at the other end of the hall,” Neve said.

“Is this the master bedroom?”

“Heavens, no. This way,” Neve answered with a tilt of her head, pulling Stephanie back through the dining room and stopping in the kitchen beside a large island with a breakfast bar.

“All granite countertops and brand-new stainless-steel appliances,” Neve explained as Stephanie took in the beautifully designed kitchen. The large skylight flooded the space with diffused sunlight. She could see herself spending hours in here cooking for her and Piper.

“Come on. There’s still more,” Neve said excitedly, and steered Stephanie down another short hall.

“To your right,” Neve said pushing open a door, “is a spacious laundry room.” Pointing to the next door on the right, she said, “that door leads out into the garage.”

“And this, sweetheart,” Neve continued, moving them into the room on the left side of the hall, “is the master bedroom.”

Stephanie was speechless. The room was huge, and it too had a vaulted ceiling. Two large windows looked out onto a fenced-in backyard. As she looked around the room, she realized there were no closets. There was one other door, and from where she stood, it appeared to be an en-suite.

“Umm. Where do you hang your clothes?”

“Through there,” Neve pointed at the en-suite, smiling.

Stephanie was just as impressed with this room as she was with others as she entered. It was spacious and luxurious. Looking around, she found another door leading into a different room.

Entering, motion sensors turned on the lights, and Stephanie saw, to her amazement, a walk-in closet with a dressing table that could comfortably seat two. There were plenty of drawers and shelves for shoes and ample space to hang clothes. She sat at the dressing table and took it all in… imagining what it would be like to live in such a place, a mansion compared to her cozy little apartment.

Neve entered the room a minute later and sat beside her on the bench. She threaded an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“So? What do you think?” Neve asked, still smiling.

“It’s freaking awesome,” Stephanie said. “But you still haven’t told me whose it is or why we’re here.”

“It’s ours,” Neve said, a broad smile on her face.

Stephanie blinked and looked at her like she had just grown a second head. Ours, what does she mean “ours”?

Neve saw the confused look on her sister’s face and chuckled. “Well, technically, it’s my house. I bought it last week. Closing date was yesterday,” Neve explained. “But I want it to be our home. I would like very much if you, me, Brooke, and Piper could live together and be a family.”

Shock was an understatement. Stephanie was blown away by what her sister was proposing. The idea of living here, in this house, her and Piper, with her sister and Brooke, was like a fairy tale coming true. She loved her sister, and she wanted to say ‘Yes’. To wake up beside Neve every morning, god, how that excited her. But she didn’t know how much longer she would have a job, if she might have to move to another town or not. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, depend on her sister to support her and Piper.

“Oh, Neve,” she said wiping tears from her face. “I wish you’d asked me before you bought this beautiful home.”

Neve pulled her into a hug. “But why, sweetheart? Don’t you like this house?”

“I do, but it’s not that,” she sniffed. “Gary sold the diner. He said he couldn’t tell me to whom until the deal was final, so I don’t know if I’ll still have a job.”

Neve chuckled, “I know. I told him not to tell you.”

Stephanie pulled away, more confused than ever. “What do you mean?”

Neve reached past her and pulled open a drawer of the dressing table, then withdrew a manila envelope. Apparently, she had planned on maneuvering me in here to lay all this on me, Stephanie thought. Neve handed her the envelope.

“What’s this?” Stephanie asked, opening it.

“That is the deed to Ruby’s Diner,” Neve said, smiling brightly.

“You bought the diner?”

“Sort of. According to the deed, we bought the diner. Half of it is yours now.”

Stephanie looked down at the document, and sure enough, she saw her name, along with Neve’s. She couldn’t believe this. Neve bought her half the diner? As much as she loved her for her generosity, she couldn’t let her do that.

“Neve, no. I can’t possibly accept this. It’s too much.”

Neve chuckled again, “You’re right. It’s not free.” She paused for a moment. “Here’s the deal. You run the diner with respect to serving the customers, hiring and firing of staff, making the menu, that sort of stuff, and I’ll take care of the payroll, paying the bills, and the rest of the logistics.”

Stephanie was feeling very excited at the prospect. “Okay, I can do that. But I  still can’t take ownership of half the diner for nothing.”

“I figured you’d say that, so I’ll take a little off your share of the profits every month as recompense until we’re even. Okay?”

Stephanie sat quietly. Not believing what she was hearing. This really was a fairy tale, and she kept waiting to wake up.

“Neve, I don’t know what to say,” Stephanie said, as she shed tears of joy.

“You don’t need to say anything, other than yes to moving in here and accepting your half of the diner.” Neve brushed the tears from her sister’s cheeks.

“What about your job? You’ll be farther from your office.”

Neve smiled and took Stephanie’s hand. “Eighty percent of my job is done from home anyway. I only go into the office once or twice a week for an hour or so. The rest of the time I’m on the road, so moving to a different town is irrelevant,” Neve explained, then kissed Stephanie on the cheek. “And, before you ask, yes, I can handle the extra workload.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into a tight embrace and just held her, thinking about everything that Neve had done, this beautiful house, buying the diner. The only thing that could make this better was if Neve were to propose to her.

She was just being silly of course. There probably wasn’t a country in the world that would allow siblings to marry. But it was a nice thought just the same. She rubbed her sister’s back, then moved to capture Neve’s mouth with hers. Stephanie kissed her deeply for several moments.

“Can I take that as a “Yes” then?” Neve asked, when they broke the kiss.

Stephanie nodded, smiling and giggling as she wiped away fresh tears.

“Good. I’m glad,” Neve said, wiping away her own tears. “Now, I think this calls for a celebratory drink.” And with that, she took Stephanie’s hand and walked with her back to the kitchen.

Neve opened a cupboard, and Stephanie saw two small wine glasses and nothing else inside. Neve took the glasses and set them on the scrumptious countertop. When Neve opened the fridge, it too was empty, except for a small bottle of champagne.

“I’m going to love cooking in this kitchen,” Stephanie said, as Neve poured some of the bubbling liquid into the glasses.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Neve handed her a glass.

Stephanie nodded and took the glass.

“To new beginnings,” Neve toasted, and they clinked their glasses together.

“New beginnings,” Stephanie repeated and took a swallow. She wandered into the dining room and over to the sliding glass patio doors. Looking out, she saw a spacious patio with a gazebo and big in-ground pool. Stephanie noted that the fence that encompassed the large backyard obscured the view of the neighbors. So, if they were to have some naughty fun outside, no one would know.

Stephanie felt Neve’s arms wrap around her waist and a soft kiss on her neck. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and closeness of her sister’s embrace. “I love you, Neve,” she whispered.

“And I you.”

They stood there in silence for several moments, gently swaying back and forth, enjoying each other.

“Do you think we could get a dog?” Stephanie asked softly.

“A dog? Yeah, I guess so,” Neve chuckled, a bit surprised by the question.

“Piper would like one. We couldn’t have one in the apartment.”

“I think Brooke would like that too,” Neve said, giving Stephanie a squeeze.

Stephanie released herself from Neve and led her back to the kitchen. Putting her glass on the counter by the one Neve had put down earlier, she turned and brought her mouth to Neve’s. She brushed her lips against her sister’s and nipped at her lower lip. Stephanie maneuvered her backward until the island stopped her.

Kissing Neve’s neck, Stephanie unfastened her sister’s slacks and pulled down the zipper. With a fluid motion, she pushed her hand inside and cupped Neve’s sex. Neve moaned, looking wide-eyed at Stephanie.

“What are you doing?” Neve said, huskily.

“Christening my kitchen,” Stephanie said, with a grin.

“I see…”

Stephanie silenced Neve’s words as she captured her lips in a kiss. Her tongue pushed past, making sweeping and swirling motions. Stephanie’s hand moved inside Neve’s pants, caressing and probing, teasing her.

Stephanie withdrew her hand and broke the kiss.

Neve whined in protest.

Taking a step back, Stephanie turned her sister around to face the island. Stephanie leaned her body against Neve, squeezing the cheeks of her ass as she placed wet kisses on her neck.

Moving her hands up to Neve’s waistband, Stephanie slipped both hands inside her slacks and pushed them and her panties down to the floor. Stephanie knelt, pulled off Neve’s shoes, then helped her step out of the clothes that had pooled at her feet. Standing, she leaned against Neve again and wrapped her arms around, gripped her sister’s breasts, fondling them. Stephanie played with them through the silk blouse while nibbling on Neve’s ear.

“Steph,” Neve whispered, with a moan.

“Bend over, lean on the counter,” Stephanie instructed, as she moved her hands to Neve’s shoulders and gently pushed her down. Neve obeyed and lay her upper body across the smooth granite of the island’s countertop.

“Good girl,” Stephanie said, standing to Neve’s side and placing a hand on a fleshy globe. “Spread your legs.”

Neve complied, trying to look back at her sister.

“Such a cute ass,” Stephanie said, rubbing the soft skin of each round globe. Without warning, she gave each one a quick, playful slap.

Neve winced and yelped. “Ow! Steph!” she whimpered.

“Poor baby,” Stephanie cooed. “Let me kiss it better.”

She bent over to softly kiss each red handprint, flicking her tongue across the skin.

“Better?” Stephanie asked, standing.

“Uh-huh,” Neve replied.

Putting her hand back on Neve’s butt, Stephanie pushed it into the cleft and found her sister’s anus with a fingertip. She teased it with her index finger, rubbing circles and pushing against the tight muscle.

Moving her hand down a bit further, she discovered the already wet entrance of Neve’s pussy. As with her anus, Stephanie played at the edge, circling it, listening to the increase in the rhythm of Neve’s breathing.

Her sister’s hips moved slightly, and she breathed a soft moan. Stephanie dipped a finger in slowly, feeling the smoothness and wet heat of her walls. She pushed the finger deeper and held it there.

Neve twitched, pushing back onto the penetrating digit. She twisted to look back at her sister. “Damn, Steph. That feels good.”

Stephanie giggled. “Glad you’re enjoying it.” She pulled her finger from the slippery pussy, then pushed back in with two. Sliding and twisting her fingers slowly, she reached around with her other hand and teased her sister’s clit.

Neve whimpered softly as Stephanie stimulated her sex, gradually increasing the tempo of her thrusts and strokes. Stephanie could feel Neve’s body shudder each time she brushed a finger over her swollen clit.

For several minutes she continued to torment Neve’s now very wet pussy.

Neve responded with twitches, moans, and soft curses.

Withdrawing her fingers, Stephanie moved behind her sister and knelt on the floor, squeezing Neve’s butt. She smiled at the sight of the pussy in front of her. It was glistening with the abundance of juices that Stephanie had spread all over.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Stephanie cooed.

She buried her face in Neve’s sex from behind, licking at her entrance. Her sister’s strong scent filled her nostrils, and her sweet wetness coated her tongue. Stephanie licked and sucked and fucked Neve with her tongue. Spreading Neve’s cheeks, Stephanie moved to her anus, swirling, and probing it.

“Jesus, Steph, you’re gonna make me come,” Neve said, breathlessly.

Pushing a wet finger deep into Neve’s ass, she fucked her with it. With her other hand, she found her sister’s swollen clit and rubbed it vigorously. Neve bucked and twitched as Stephanie played with her.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Stephanie purred.

Stephanie could feel Neve quiver, the muscles of her ass tightening around her finger. The spasms of a powerful orgasm shook Neve’s body, and she cried out at her release.

Pulling her finger free, Stephanie stood then leaned over and kissed her sister’s cheek. “How was that?” she asked, brushing the hair back behind Neve’s ear.

“Absolutely wonderful,” Neve said with a grin.

She stood up, pulling Stephanie into a passionate kiss. Their mouths moved together and tongues entwined. Neve reached down below the hem of Stephanie’s skirt, bringing her hands underneath to cup her ass. In return, Stephanie grabbed at Neve’s already bare bottom, squeezing her cheeks.

Breaking from the kiss and her sister’s embrace, Stephanie stooped to pick up Neve’s slacks. “Get up on the counter,” she instructed, folding the garment into a small square.

Neve gave her an almost knowing look as she hoisted herself up onto the counter. She gave a surprised gasp and giggled when the cool granite touched the naked flesh of her butt.

“On your back, baby,” Stephanie said, placing the slacks, now a makeshift pillow, on the counter.

Reclining on the counter, Neve placed her head on the slacks and watched Stephanie as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Not taking her eyes off Neve, Stephanie pushed her panties over her hips, letting them drop to the floor.

Neve was smiling at her with a mischievous smirk, only stopping to lick her lips.

Stephanie was full of excitement as she moved to the counter, bending to kiss her sister again. She could smell the scent of Neve’s perfume and her arousal. Stephanie’s lips hovered above her sister’s, barely touching them.

“I love you so much,” she said into Neve’s mouth.

Neve twitched as her Stephanie’s warm breath tickled her lips. “I love you too, little sister.”

Stephanie kissed her deeply. Pushing a hand through damp curls, she teased Neve’s clit for only a moment. Then she pulled herself up onto the counter and straddled Neve. Adjusting her position, she lowered her pussy towards Neve’s mouth.

Neve caught Stephanie’s hips and pulled her down, guiding the glistening pussy to her mouth.

Stephanie drew a sharp gasp of air at the contact. She softly moaned as a tongue probed her labia, and began caressing her breasts, pinching at her nipples through her shirt. No, this wouldn’t do. Quickly she unbuttoned the shirt and pushed her bra up off her breasts. Yes, much better, she thought, twisting the stiff nipples between her fingers.

Electricity flashed from her clit, and Stephanie rolled her hips in response. Neve held her hips tight, twisting and swirling and flicking her tongue.

Stephanie groaned. She tangled the fingers of one hand in Neve’s hair. “Fuck, Neve, you do that so well,” she huffed.

Neve chuckled and pushed a stiffened tongue into her entrance.

Stephanie shuddered. A wave of delightful pleasure raced through her. She pushed harder against her sister’s mouth and chin as she rocked her pelvis.

Neve made pleasant noises beneath her, the vibrations of which only amplified the sensations firing from Stephanie’s sensitive clit.

Deep inside her, Stephanie could feel that familiar pressure building, growing toward a powerful orgasm. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed throughout the empty house, making their passion that much more erotic.

“Yes, right there, Neve. Don’t stop,” Stephanie groaned when Neve pulled her swollen clit into her mouth.

Stephanie’s movements became more urgent. She rocked harder and faster until the pressure inside her core peaked. Then she stopped moving and shuddered with such intense pleasure that it threatened to knock her from her perch on the counter.

Neve held her sister’s hips tightly as she rode the pleasurable waves of her orgasm. The juices she didn’t catch coated her lips, cheeks, and chin.

Stephanie soon returned from her nirvana. The muscles in her legs protested as she tried to move off her sister’s face.

“That was terrific, sis. But the next time I want to do this, reminded me to use more padding,” she said, both wincing and giggling at the pain.

“You’re the one who wanted to do it on solid granite,” Neve said with a chuckle.

Slowly Stephanie managed to stretch out and lay partially on top of her sister. Tasting herself, Stephanie kissed Neve and licked the juices from her chin.

“I’ll need to buy you presents more often if this is the kind of thank–you I’m going to get,” Neve chuckled, as she wrapped her arms around Stephanie.

Stephanie laughed. “You don’t need to buy me presents. I’ll have sex with you anytime, anywhere.”

“That sounds perfect,” Neve said, kissing her cheek. “What do you think Piper will say when you tell her about everything?”

“She’ll be excited, I’m sure. Especially if there’s a dog in her future,” Stephanie replied.

“Another nice thing about this house is that it’s only a short walk away if Amber wants to come over and… ahem, play,” Neve said with a wink.

Stephanie smiled at the connotation. “Right, I never thought about that. She’d be heartbroken if we moved too far away.”

The two sisters lay silent in each other’s arms for several more minutes, until their bodies began to protest from the discomfort of the countertop’s unyielding firmness.

“We should get going,” Neve said.

“Okay,” Stephanie nodded. Giving Neve another quick kiss, she rolled away and eased herself off the edge of the counter. They both found their clothes, dressed, and headed out the door.

 

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Piper opened the patio door of their new home, and three-month-old Misty came bounding into the house. Claws clattered over the laminate floor as she tried to gain traction. Regaining her footing, she made an enthusiastic charge for the sofa.

“Misty, no!” Piper yelled, but her command came too late to do any good.

The rambunctious yellow Labrador pup leaped up at Stephanie, who was sitting at the end of the sofa reading a book, her legs tucked under her. Stephanie gave a startled shriek as 25 pounds of playful energy landed square in her lap, sending the book flying.

She grabbed at the dog’s shoulders. Misty had decided that Stephanie’s face needed a thorough cleaning and had begun to lick her with purpose. Stephanie spluttered, trying to avoid the slobbering canine’s large tongue. She’d already had the misfortune of being frenched by Misty once and didn’t relish a repeat performance.

“Okay, okay. I see you,” Stephanie said with a laugh as she held off the animal.

Misty, still full of energy, jumped around on the sofa and gave Piper a big lick on the cheek when she sat down beside Stephanie. Piper grabbed hold of Misty and held the squirming dog in her arms.

“Sorry, Mom. Didn’t mean for her to jump up on you like that,” Piper said with a grin.

“It’s okay, sweetie. She’s still a puppy,” Stephanie said, and gave Piper a kiss on the side of her head.

It had been almost a year since Stephanie, Neve, and the girls had moved into their new house. At first, they’d all found it a bit strange to have two other people around all the time — even if it was their own blood — but they quickly became accustomed to each other’s presence and felt the absence of anyone who was away.

Explaining this new living arrangement to their parents had been tricky. They made up a story about it being good financial sense for them to share the expense of a house and its bills along with that of raising two young girls.

Neve and the girls had done most of the talking during that visit, while Stephanie just hung back and watched. She was polite and wore her practiced smile, the one usually reserved for customers at the diner. The girls excitedly gave their grandparents a tour of the house, including the large bedroom with queen-size bed and bunk above it that they shared. Of course, they didn’t tell their grandparents that they both slept together in the big queen bed on most nights. Stephanie had made up the spare bedroom to look like it was her room for such an occasion as this, just in case visitors had gotten any ideas of the sisters’ sleeping arrangements.

Misty finally settled and hopped off the sofa. She grabbed a chew toy and flopped down on her bed by the fireplace to gnaw happily on it. Stephanie smiled at the dog. It felt good to know how happy it made Piper to have a pet. She wrapped an arm around her daughter and pulled her in close.

“I love you, Piper,” she said, kissing her head and resting a cheek upon it.

“I love you too, Mommy,” the child answered. She knew that using the word ‘Mommy’ always excited her mother, especially if she said it with an innocent little-girl voice, which of course she just had.

Piper moved and straddled her mother’s lap, facing her. She smiled sweetly at Stephanie, then looked down at her chest, studying the bumps that were growing beneath her mother’s blouse.

“You know,” she paused briefly, tracing the outline of an erect nipple with her finger, “Auntie Neve and Brooke won’t be home for a couple of hours.”

Stephanie drew a breath and lifted Piper’s chin. After admiring the girl’s twinkling eyes for a moment, she leaned in and kissed her softly, then ran a finger along the edges of her lips, admiring the beauty of her features, her big brown eyes and thin lips, the line of her jaw to the shape of her nose, the way her hair hung over her shoulders. She had committed every inch of her daughter’s appearance to memory… but now she had something new to memorize.

Small but distinguishable bumps were beginning to form on Piper’s chest. Piper was very proud of her new boobs, as she called them. Stephanie kissed Piper again, then gently guided her off her lap. She stood and took Piper’s hand and led her to the bedroom.

Stephanie lay on the bed and let Piper work at the button of her jeans. She looked up at the ceiling, her and Neve’s ceiling. She didn’t look at this ceiling worrying about things any more. She looked at the ceiling thinking how happy she was.

She thought about how wonderful the last year had been, how she was able to share a special bond with her daughter. Of becoming closer to her sister again, and rekindling the intimacy that they had once shared in their youth. Of moving in with Neve and Brooke and becoming a family unit. Then there was sweet Amber, who spent a lot more time here than she did at home. And not just as a sexual plaything, but as a loving, and loved, part of the family.

And of course, there was Ruby’s Diner. The diner her fantastic, loving, sexy sister had bought for her. She loved running it and had kept the name. It just didn’t seem right to change it. She had laughed when she realized that her monthly ‘recompense’ to Neve was only a single dollar. They figured that at that rate it would take about five thousand years to pay back.

Stephanie drew a sharp breath when a pair of soft lips kissed her clit. She looked down her body and saw that Piper had relieved her of her jeans and panties while she was daydreaming. Amazing little girl, Stephanie thought.

She lay back and closed her eyes, pushing all thoughts from her head, and just enjoyed her daughter’s talents, thankful to be Piper’s Mom.

THE END