Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Ashley’s heart wasn’t the only one that had been broken. I was filled with pity for my little lover, mixed with intense self-recrimination. Why in God’s name had I made love to her in the kitchen, when we could have gone to my room? If Ursula had come up to the second floor we’d have heard her approach, and Ashley would’ve had time to hide under the bed — but I’d been too overwhelmed by lust to think straight. And now I’d lost her, most likely for good.

There had to be a way to turn Ursula round so that I could stay employed as her au pair. I tossed and turned for hours until dawn crept through the window, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

*****

I came downstairs dressed in a white nylon chemise that Ursula had bought for me. It just about covered my bum. I wore nothing underneath it. Ursula was seated in the kitchen, dressed in a short silk robe, drinking coffee.

“Can I get some of that?” I asked and she pushed an empty mug along the breakfast bar to me. I filled it and took a gulp.

She looked a wreck. I’d have pitied her, but I was too devastated after the previous afternoon’s events, too worried about Ashley’s happiness and my own future.

“How is she?” I finally asked.

Ursula turned her weary gaze to meet mine. “She slept with me in my bed. It felt like hours before I could get her to stop crying. I have to admit that she really loves you. She was begging me not to send you away, and she wouldn’t stop. Eventually, if only to get some sleep, I told her I’d think about it.” She paused, then added, “I’m still furious about what you did, Misty. You had no right.”

I felt helpless in the face of Ursula’s anger. How could I make her understand?

“I suppose this is when I should apologise…” I began, trying not to cry, “but from the moment I first laid eyes on her, it was love, true love, like nothing I’ve ever known. Ashley felt the same way about me when we met, you know.”

“She told me that,” Ursula muttered.

“It was inevitable that we’d end up in each other’s arms. It would’ve taken superhuman strength to resist my own urges, and sheer cruelty to deny her what she craved. I’m a mere mortal. I’m sorry — sorry that Ashley was hurt and yes, sorry that you got hurt too.”

“You’re damn right I got hurt. I thought I meant something to you. But no… you were using me to get to my daughter!”

I tried to appear indignant. “Do you think that all that mind-blowing sex that you and I had was nothing but a strategy of mine? I wasn’t in love with you, Ursula, and never said I was, but the physical attraction was real and intense. How many times did you make me come, and vice versa? Those were real orgasms.”

“But you just told me you were in love with Ashley!”

“I built a wall between my physical attraction to you and my love for her. I felt about you both in two different ways.”

She snorted with disdain. “You were having your cake and eating it, that’s what.”

“The point is, what are we going to do?”

“We? I’ll decide that. You don’t have a say in this, damn you!”

That was when Ashley made her way downstairs, dressed in a translucent nightie so sheer that it looked like she was enveloped in a cloud of mist. Her eyes, and even her nose, were red from crying.

Ursula slipped off her stool and padded over to Ashley, taking the girl in her arms. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please don’t cry. I won’t let Misty hurt you anymore.”

“She didn’t hurt me!” Ashley cried. “She made me happy. You hurt me by getting so mad at us, and yelling at Misty like that. If you hadn’t come home early, everything would be fine. I told you all this last night.” She folded her arms, glaring at her mother. “If you make Misty leave, I’ll kill myself!”

That stopped Ursula in her tracks. “Don’t — don’t say that, sweetie. You can’t, it’s not fair, that’s emotional blackmail!” She stared pleadingly at the girl, cut to the quick by Ashley’s ice-cold stare. “Promise me you won’t… do anything like that. Please.”

“Listen to your mother, Ashley,” I said, desperately trying to ease the tension that filled the room. “If you hurt yourself in any way, it would destroy us both.”

Ashley emitted a deep, melancholy sigh. “Whatever,” she mumbled, turning away from her mum and me.

“Um… would you like some breakfast, darling?” Ursula said.

“Juice is fine,” said Ashley dismissively, going to the fridge.

“You have piano this morning,” Ursula said. Every Saturday morning, Ashley took a piano lesson three doors down. “Drink up and go and get dressed, while Misty and I decide what’s going to happen.”

Ashley trudged dejectedly up the stairs.

Ursula turned back to me, her arms folded. “Last night, Ashley told me that you’d taken nude photographs of her. Is that right?”

“Um, yeah… I did.”

“I want to see them.”

Shit. I didn’t want to show those pictures to Ursula, not one bit — but a glance at her made it clear that she had no intention of letting me off the hook.

Resigning myself, I slowly stood. “They’re on my laptop.”

We went up to the second floor and into my room, where Ursula sat at my dressing table as I leaned over her shoulder, booted up the laptop and opened my Ashley file, which I’d named “Recipes.”

She nodded. “Very clever… I’d never have thought to look there for dirty photos.”

My nerves jangling, I sat on the end of the bed, watching Ursula as she scrolled through two months worth of pictures, each one a shot of her daughter lewdly exhibiting herself to the camera. She swiveled round to face me, unaware that her robe had fallen open and I could see her cunt. Her finger swiped from picture to picture, pausing after each one to delete it.

“My God,” she gasped after one particularly explicit shot of Ashley spread out on the dining table, opening her cunt with two fingers. “She has no shame at all! I gave her the most careful upbringing imaginable, and she grows up to be a lesbian slut!”

Kinda like you, mommy dearest, I thought. You’re no shrinking violet.

I noticed that she wasn’t deleting any more pictures — just studying each one, then moving on to the next until she reached the final shot. There Ashley was eating my pussy, the joy she felt clearly showing in her eyes. Ursula stared at it for a long time. “You’ve bewitched her,” she finally said. “You must have done!”

“It’s she who bewitched me,” I countered.

She closed the file, then said, “What’s this?” as she noticed the file just below, named “Recipes 2.”

“Those are the ones Ashley took of me.”

She clicked it open, then began working her way through images of me — mostly nude, all salacious. She threw a brief glance my way, and for a second and I saw something in her eyes, something of the hunger she’d shown for me before I’d grown careless enough to let her catch me with Ashley.

As Ursula examined the next picture, l leaned back, propping myself on both elbows, casually shrugging a strap off one shoulder to reveal my left nipple. Then I slid down the bed to make the flimsy camisole I wore ride up, leaving my cunt fully exposed. When she looked over at me, I moved my knees apart and smiled at her. She took a good long look, then carried on with the computer, clicking from one photograph to the next without deleting any. These included selfies that Ashley had taken as she made love to me in one way or another — eating my pussy, fingering me, sucking my nipples and rubbing her cunt on some part of my body. Then there were the solo shots, pictures of me posing like a wanton slut, the way Ashley especially loved to see me.

Ursula’s face was getting flushed, her fingers clumsy on the keys. The next time she looked at me, my right hand was tweaking the exposed nipple, while the left hand rested on my cunt, spreading it wide open with two fingers. That was when she came to the last picture, one that Ashley had taken immediately after fisting me, that showed the enormous cavern of my stretched-out vagina.

“Oh, my God,” she croaked, and thrust a hand between her legs to grope her cunt. When she looked over at me this time, I slipped two fingers into my vagina, moved them around inside to get them nice and juicy, then smeared the wetness all over my mouth. Now that I had Ursula’s attention, I used both hands to pull my pussy lips apart as far as they’d stretch.

The view she had of me wasn’t quite as outrageous as the picture on the screen — but this cunt could be touched, smelled, tasted. The aroma of my lust was sharp in the air, mingling with her own womanly heat. She stared at me, her hungry gaze locked on my exposed parts, her eyes huge.

She was ready to worship between my legs… and I was ready to make her mine all over again.

“Lick me, Ursula,” I demanded. “You know you want a taste of this juicy cunt. Go on, do it!”

Before I could say another word, she was on her knees at the foot of the bed. She slid both hands under my thighs, gripping them and pulling me towards her, burying her face in the pink folds of my love tunnel, probing deep inside me with her tongue, breathing hard through her nose.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” I gasped — my excitement real, not faked. “You still know how to drive me crazy, you beautiful slut! I’m gonna come! Make me come, Ursula, send me to heaven! Oooh, God, yes! Yes!”

While her mouth was going crazy on my cunt, Ursula placed the tip of a finger on my anus, then pressed it into my arse with a single stroke. That was enough to make me come. It wasn’t a record breaker of an orgasm, but damned good under the circumstances.

She looked up, her cheeks wet with my fluids, and glared at me. “You fucking bitch. I ought to toss you out of this house right now, but I — I need you too much. Damn you, Misty.” She let out a deep sigh. “I can’t fire you. God knows I should… but I can’t.”

I felt a huge wave of relief. Ashley and I could still be together, in one fashion or another.

“Now let me lick you,” I said, standing up. “I can’t resist your cunt any more than you can resist mine. Take that robe off, get on the bed and spread your legs.”

She was quick to obey.  I pushed Ursula’s thighs apart, pressed my mouth against her pussy and went to town on her, giving the best oral I was capable of. She gasped and groaned as I worked hard to bring her to orgasm. It wasn’t long before she went rigid and let out a choked scream, clawing frantically at the sheets as she went over the top.

Suddenly an alarm went off in my head. Shit! Is Ashley still in her room? Did she hear us?

Rising to my feet, I pulled my camisole down to hide my still dripping pussy and tiptoed across the landing to her room. I knocked on the door and, hearing no reply, opened it and looked in. She wasn’t there.

“She’s gone to her piano lesson,” I reported back to Ursula, who had immediately understood why I’d left the room so quickly.

Her face was fraught with relief. “Thank God! What if she’d heard? Her heart would break all over again.”

“I know.”

“What are we going to do, Misty? I can’t help wanting you. The sex we have is just too fantastic for me to give up. But we have to keep it hidden from Ashley.”

“Then we can only enjoy each other after she’s gone to bed, and only in your room with the door locked.”

She nodded, thinking it through. “Agreed. But you can’t have sex with my daughter, not ever again. She’s too young. You’ll have to be satisfied with me.”

Fucking hell. Well, I suppose that’s the best I can hope for.

“I suppose you’re right,” I said, not meaning it for an instant. “I’ll just have to lead a secret life with you… though I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her.”

“I know,” said Ursula. “But that’s the way it’s got to be.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied me. “I’m going to trust you to behave yourself around Ashley. But if I catch you making love to her, I’ll ring up the police… and when that happens, don’t think you’ll get out of it by flashing your cunt at me. Understand?”

I felt my soul ache for the loss of my little lover — but there was nothing I could do. Gazing into Ursula’s eyes, I nodded. “Yes… I understand.”

*****

When Ashley came home and was informed that I wouldn’t be leaving after all, she hurled herself into my arms. I hugged her tightly while her mother looked on, then reluctantly released her, thinking that it might be the last intimate contact we’d ever have. Ashley’s mood had shifted from despair to total bliss, but I still had to tell her that our sexual adventures were over.

Later, when Ursula went to keep a manicure appointment, I sat down with Ashley in the drawing room.

“We need to talk,” I said. She looked apprehensive. “I’ve promised your mum that we won’t be having sex anymore.” Her face fell and she burst into tears. “I’m sorry, my darling. I still love you, though.”

“It’s not fair!” she wailed.

“She saw all the pictures we’d taken, both files, you and me.”

“Was she mad?”

“To be honest, not as angry as I thought she’d be. Your mother does appreciate beauty when she sees it, I suppose. She deleted some of them, the early ones, but then for some reason, she left all the rest.”

Ashley stopped crying, and sniffed. “Are you even allowed to kiss me?”

“On the lips, just briefly, like I’m your aunt or something.” I leaned in and kissed her, but let my lips linger for a moment. “A very friendly aunt,” I added.

She gave me a beseeching look. “Mum’s out. She’d never know if we…”

I silenced her with a firm shake of the head. “We got caught once. We could get caught again. Besides, I gave your mum my word.”

“That’s not such a big thing, is it?” Ashley pouted. “It’s just something you said to her…”

“Listen, sweetheart,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “Back when I was drinking, I broke a hell of a lot of promises, and hurt a lot of people who I cared about. Some of them were lovers of mine. I’ve got to be a better person than that now. Understand?”

“I guess,” she mumbled. “It’s gonna be awful hard, though.”

“Listen, I’ll try to think of something. Just be patient, okay? At least I still have a job, and we can see each other every day. Let’s make that do for now. I… I still love you, my sweet angel.”

“Love you too,” said Ashley, and we exchanged a painfully brief hug.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Amanda

1797 – New York 

I opened my eyes to the morning light spilling through the windows. I sat up to find my bath drawn and Josephine standing at the tub. A bit perplexed, I stood and approached her.

She gestured to the tub and I got in, lowering myself into the water. I hardly believed it, but my mistress began to wash me. I dared not look at her nor speak, so I remained silent until she had finished.

I stood and she dried me. When she finished, she rang the servant’s bell. Hardly a moment passed before Sandra came into my room holding a beautiful blue velvet dress. She smiled as she approached.

“For me?” I whispered when she was close enough. She nodded her head.

Sandra helped me into the new dress and I turned to see myself in the looking glass. As I was admiring the gown, Josephine approached and removed my collar.

I lifted a hand to my neck, in shock. “My mistress, I beg you, don’t put me out.” I did not care if I got the glove for speaking out of turn.

She smiled broadly. “Do you know what day this is?”

I had to think for sometime before I realized that it had been exactly one year since I had come to live with her. “Our anniversary, my mistress.”

“All I have to teach is done in only one year, Elizabeth.”

I looked up at Josephine. She had not used my name, nor called my anything but whore or slut, in the longest time.

“Mistress?”

“I am setting you free, dear. It is time for you to come out from beneath my wing and take flight on your own.” She embraced me, but I was too shocked to respond in kind.

“I am to leave the house?” I finally said.

“If you wish,” she nodded. “I think it would do you good to strike out on your own now, make a go of your life.” She took my face in her hands. “But you may stay as long as you need. I shan’t throw you out on the street.”

I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had survived. I had come through this. It was a success on my part, and the first time I had felt that. I knew the things Catherine knew. I had seen what she had seen.

Josephine invited me down to have breakfast and I was given the seat at the opposite end of the table from her. She was treating me as an equal.

I desperately wished to speak as we ate, but I was so accustomed to my place I found I could not. In time Josephine saw my distress.

“You need not have my permission to speak, Elizabeth, dear.” Again she used my name. It sounded strange to me. I hardly recognized it as my own.

“I’m truly free, mistress?”

She nodded her head.

“I may wear clothing again?”

“Well I must say, I hope you don’t, but if you insist you may.” She was teasing me. “Would you like to go into town today?” she asked.

“If it pleases you, my —”

She held up a hand, stopping me.

I thought for a moment, almost afraid to say a word. “Yes,” I finally uttered, then, “Mistress?”

She looked up at me, smiling. “Dear, you may call me Josephine if you wish.”

“If it…” I stopped myself and simply nodded my head. “Yes, mistress.”

And that was exactly what we did. We rode into town then walked about the markets and neighborhoods, never far from the coach which followed behind.

I found myself walking in my usual place at her heel, my head lowered. More than once she had to pull me even with her and remind me to hold my head high. Each time she did, she told me I must be proud that I had completed her training where others had failed.

All of the shame, the humiliation, was somehow meant to give me confidence and strength. I did not understand how right away. But over time, the lessons I learned from Josephine became clear to me, and I find myself eternally grateful to her.

One of the things I first realized I had learned, though, was that I was not to be ashamed of my body nor my nakedness. And that I was to be ashamed of my desires no longer. I had endured every perversion I imagined possible, and what I wanted, what I truly wanted, seem to pale in comparison.

For years to come, I would ponder: certainly such wisdom could be imparted without such extreme measures, could it not? It would not be until I was much older that I would understand that perhaps this was true for a man. Taking what one wants, pride, confidence — these things seemed to come so naturally to men. I do not know if I believe women to truly be their lesser, or that we might be the weaker. But if such a hint of strength does reside within us naturally, it is fully squelched long before our earliest memories. For a woman, there was no greater shame than to feel lust. Our nakedness was to be hidden that none should ever see it. Our desires, if indeed normal women had them at all, could never be given voice, nor could we let slip our enjoyment of such earthly pleasures. Josephine used that. To shock us. For if we could overcome even the greatest humiliation and give voice to our most secret shame, surely nothing else could ever challenge us.

We arrived home late for dinner. However, we still ate, then I went to my room. I wondered how free I was now. Had she truly released me from bondage? Could I come and go as I wished? Most of all, could I make love as I saw fit?

Through the humiliations Sandra had always been as kind to me as she could. I found that I did not bear her any ill will. Truthfully, now that I was beginning to understand that this was over, I bore no ill will toward Josephine either.

I was not fully aware of it all yet, but I knew she was teaching me something. She was giving to me what she had given Catherine, and in turn what Catherine had given Maddy. My two greatest heroines.

I rang my servant’s bell for the first time… Ever. I still wore my lovely blue dress, but soon would trade it for a nightgown. I thought I might have time even now before Sandra arrived but I did not.

“You summoned me, miss?”

“I hate that you call me miss,” I told her. After what I had endured, I wanted only for her to call me Elizabeth.

“It’s not proper to call you by your name, miss, I am but a servant.”

“Not tonight.” I reached out and took her hand. I kissed her fingers and smiled up at her. “You need not be a servant tonight if you don’t wish it.”

Sandra withdrew her hand, a bit surprised. “I fear I mustn’t, miss. The Mistress would be cross.” She hurried away.

And that was my answer. She could only be a servant to me so long as I was in this house. I had not given up, though. I desired her, and if she shared that desire in any way, I would have her. In my time with my mistress I had come to believe I might be able to love that kindhearted maid.

The following morning I sat at breakfast quietly for sometime. At long last I drew a deep breath, mustering my courage, and spoke. “Mistress… may I take Sandra with me when I go?”

Josephine laughed to herself, then sipped her coffee. She did not seem to believe what I’d said. After some time, she finally spoke. “Do you think you love her?”

“Love? No, mistress.” I swallowed hard. “But I do care for her very much.”

“Indeed. Would you still care for her if she was a willing participant in all you’ve endured? If she herself had devised many of the torments?”

I felt a note of betrayal. Sandra had begged me to forgive her for the things she would do, but I wondered now if that had been a facade. Still, it was Sandra. And I found myself repeating the question. Would I care if she had been a willing participant? She had been so kind to me throughout it all, as kind as she dared be. And, as much as it pains me to say it, I do not think she was clever enough to lie so well.

“I think I would,” I finally said. “Was she?” I looked toward my mistress.

“Be serious, dear. Sandra has no heart for any of this. Which is what makes her so entertaining.”

I was relieved. I meant what I had said, but I was glad that I would not have to think about it.

“Elizabeth, you need to go out into the world and make your own way. She should be a part of your past, a fond memory in all of this, but there is yet a girl out there and she awaits you even now,” Josephine said as she sipped coffee.

I did not look deterred.

“But if you insist, dear, and she wishes it, then I shall simply find another assistant. Temperance is very capable. Were you not so taken with Sandra, I’d have used her as well.”

I’d guessed that much. My affection for the girl was obvious and I never attempted to make a secret of it, even though I was certain Josephine used it or at least tried to use it against me.

So, now it was that Sandra was left to make the choice. I could only hope that she would choose me. It was much to ask of her, but I had the money to support us both. I was sure we could make a go of it.

I joined Josephine in the parlor for a time and then we toured the grounds. I felt so different in a dress and walking with my head held high. When we returned to the house, I decided it was time to put the question to Sandra. I found her in the kitchen and asked her to come to my chamber.

Once we were both in my room and the door was closed, I smiled at her. I approached her and removed the hat she wore to hold her hair out of the way. Gently I stroked her hair and caressed her cheek with my fingertips.

“Sandra, I beg you, come away with me when I go.”

“I cannot, miss. The mistress —”

“The mistress has granted you your freedom if you want it.”

“And you wish for me to come with you, miss, as your maid?” Sandra asked.

“No, of course not. I want you to come as my lover. I have money and can take care of us. We can have a fine home and a servant of our own,” I told her. I hoped that this would tempt her.

“Oh, it sounds wonderful indeed,” she said with a smile. Then her face became sad. “But I’m afraid I couldn’t, miss… I have done such terrible things and I could never face you.”

It was then that I noticed she would not look me in the eye. My heart sank. I understood. It would have been better if she had been a willing participant, but she had not, and now simply could not face the things she had done.

“I begged you not to take fancy to me, miss. Now we must both nurse a broken heart. Mine for what I’ve done and what it’s cost me, and yours…”

“Then if you will not come with me, will you be mine until morning?” I asked her. I took her hand in mine and held it to my heart. “I think I should die if you say no. Do you feel it? My heart beats for you now.”

The girl slowly pulled her hand away and closed her eyes. A tear slipped down her cheek. “I mustn’t,” she whispered.

“But why? You need not feel any guilt.”

“Because I love you, miss,” she sobbed.

Sandra turned and left me there, my heart sinking.

I sat upon my bed crying. All that she had done, she had done while in love. As I sat there, I cried for her, for my torments seemed nothing at all in light of that. What horror it must have been to harm the one you love, knowing that if you do not, much worse should be visited upon you both.

I would have suffered the glove a thousand times over for Sandra if it spared her suffering. That was love, I supposed. But had she refused, the mistress would have taken it out on us both.

I also came to understand that Sandra had been broken. She hadn’t the spirit to do anything but what she did. She did not have the heart to move on to another life. She had made herself a slave. She would never allow herself to leave the mistress.

I decided I must leave Josephine’s home. I stayed there only one more week before I went back to Manhattan where I found a suitable room to rent. I began collecting my money again from the lawyer, and spent much of my days shopping, sipping coffees and teas at cafes, or drinking ale in taverns.

I was heartbroken without Sandra. I had so wished that she would come with me. I had foolishly dreamt out our lives. Two happy ladies, touring the city and living in a modest home. We would drink absinthe at night and spend our days enjoying our leisure.

I continued to go to the weekly tea party. The women, seeing I had been freed of my bondage, seemed to take on a new respect for me. This all went on for nearly six months before I tired of New York City.

I decided it was time for me to explore new horizons. For a time I wondered if I should not return to Philadelphia and try to help Catherine rebuild our sorority. I felt that I could do anything now. I had survived a year of hell and nothing was beyond my grasp.

In time I came to understand that Philadelphia was in my past. My future lay elsewhere. I had to move forward. I had a destiny awaiting me and I knew I could reach it.

Catherine had lawyers in Philadelphia, New York, Paris, and Amsterdam. I decided that for now I must choose one of those cities, and obviously this left me only Paris or Amsterdam. I chose Paris. It seemed to me that whenever one heard of debauchery, there was a Frenchman involved somehow.

Three days after making my choice, I collected all of my funds from Catherine’s lawyer and booked passage on a ship sailing between America and France. Journey by sea is a misery in itself, but I felt I had to move forward. For me, such a journey was not so unthinkable, as I did have the means by which to avoid the worst there was.

I said my goodbyes at the next tea party. I thought only Sandra might miss me if she knew, and I had written her a letter which I asked Josephine to deliver. Constance and Mary both wished me well, while the others said little or nothing. It did not matter to me. My destiny held the love and admiration of many in my future.

So when I boarded the ship, I smiled to myself. For some reason I was reminded of Alice’s cards. She said the Death Card represented great change, and it had, as well as warning of impending death. And so much change I had seen that indeed my future could not have been foretold.

I shall spare the most awful details of a journey at sea. Sailors are a filthy breed, and there is naught to drink but ale or rum for the casked water is foul long before the journey’s end. Food is edible only because one is starved, and one cannot properly wash nor enjoy a change of clothing for the whole time they are aboard ship. To imagine that in our modern world we could still be reduced to such as that humbles a body. Six weeks I suffered this, and was told at journey’s end I was fortunate that we had benefited from unusually fortuitous winds.

The first thing I did when I arrived on land was find an inn where I could bathe. After that I found a cafe and enjoyed as much water as I could hold and food which had not been salted.

Once I had my fill, I began to consider a plan for the future. A new century was about to dawn, and with it a new world for me and for any woman of like mind that I might meet.

After I arrived in Paris, I found my French was much too stale to be of use to me. Eventually I found a boy who spoke English, and paid him three cents per day to translate for me.

’Twas the boy helped me find a boarding house. I also took my money to Catherine’s lawyer. I told him what he needed to know to begin getting my allowance, and entrusted my fortune to him. He assured me that within only a few months I would have my income again.

I came to France unaware of the politics in the region. I had arrived during the last years of the revolution. There was so much upheaval that I hardly received any notice.

Lives were thrown into chaos, but for me it was heaven. I began searching for my new home. I knew what I wanted and what I would settle for. My boy was at my side at all times, translating for me.

It took a month to find what I wanted. And indeed I found what I wanted exactly. It was a small tavern with an apartment above it. It was in no way luxurious, but it was perfect for me. Yet again the nuns had not failed me.

I bought the tavern and the apartment above. I still had enough money left that I could easily open the tavern for business, but I was not ready yet. I had to find my clients. They would not know to come to me.

I wrote two letters the day after I moved into my new home. The first to Alice to tell her all that I had seen since I left her. Unlike my first letter to her, I spared not a detail.

I then wrote a letter to Catherine. I told her I had been in Josephine’s tutelage, knowing that I need not give her any further details. I asked her if she knew anyone in Paris who might be friendly to our type. I hoped Catherine would tell me more about her life when she wrote back, but I did not press her for details in my own letter.

I gave the letters to her lawyer and he promised to send them on the next ship. I would have to wait at least three months before I could even begin to hope I might see a return letter.

And so I waited those three months, and then another. Eventually a letter came from Alice. I desperately needed the information I had asked of Catherine, but hearing from Alice was no less exciting.

Catherine had given birth to a daughter, I read. She had hired a nanny for the girl and had begun to spend much of her time with Eliza in her home. There was talk of opening the tavern again, but even Alice knew that things there would never be the same.

Alice could see that something had changed in Catherine, and that she seemed not to have the heart for leading her sorority again. She was concerned for her daughter, apparently, and for how such a life as she had lived might affect the child.

Alice and Eliza had adopted a daughter of their own. Or Eliza had, at least. She absolutely refused to have a man and did not care what stares and whispers it might cause. She would have an heiress, and that was all that mattered.

She sent congratulations for my perseverance. She did not understand all I had endured, but she knew that it had been an ordeal many had failed. She also seemed to be quite intrigued by it all.

I wrote Alice back that very day. I hoped that we could correspond this way until we were both too old to write.

I thought Catherine had chosen not to respond to my letter, and after the fifth month passed I’d almost given up. It hurt not to hear from her but given she had a child I felt I understood.

I had gone to her lawyer’s office to receive my weekly allowance. I was about to leave when he stopped me.

“My dear,” he said, “I nearly forgot again. This arrived for you a month ago and I have simply forgotten to give it to you. I beg your forgiveness.”

It was a bulky envelope, penned in Catherine’s lovely hand. She had written. I smiled as I looked down at it, then thanked the lawyer, holding the letter to my chest. This was a wonderful day indeed.

I hurried home and sat at my desk, opening it with great excitement. I soon found myself saddened, however. Her words alone showed how much she had changed.

“My dearest daughter,” she wrote, “I hope this letter finds you well. I must congratulate you on your accomplishment at my mentor’s feet. You are stronger than you can imagine. I must confess that I myself tried to run away at one point. She caught me and I lost my courage, opting instead to face her discipline.

“I fear that my life has changed irreparably. I have borne a daughter, and my husband has left me, but refuses to grant me a divorce. He hopes to outlive me and take my fortune. I shall sell my soul for eternity before I ever let that happen.

“I am still the woman you knew me as, the wicked deviant you came to know, but my heart has been broken by the loss of my tavern and my dear girls. I simply haven’t the will to begin again. I think the time has come for me to pass the torch to another. Eliza seems a likely successor.

“As to your request for information — Paris is a place where I have spent much time. There are women who might be of interest to you. These may be able to help you find others. The first is Monique. She is only a year or two your senior. The second is Madame Annabelle La Granade. I have included a letter of introduction for both. Do not mix them up.

“Love forever, C”

As she promised, I found two letters within the larger envelope, both sealed. I dearly wished to see what they said, but did not open them.

The following day, I found Monique working as a trainer in the stables of a wealthy shipbuilder. I presented her the letter addressed to her and she read it carefully.

“Catherine…” she said quietly.

“Indeed.”

“I’ve not seen her in years.” She smiled. “I miss her.”

The young woman mounted a steed and looked at me. “Do you ride?”

“I fear I do not,” I responded.

Monique was wearing breeches and boots for riding, but I was in the blue velvet dress bought for me by Josephine. She offered her hand down to me and much to my dismay helped me into the saddle behind her.

We rode a time at a slow trot. I felt sure that at any moment I might topple from the saddle to the mud. When we stopped, Monique dropped from the saddle then helped me down.

“We can talk now,” she said, confident that we were far from any prying ears. “I am, as you must have guessed, of like mind to Catherine. But I lack the wealth to live as I would wish.”

“Are you married?”

“No, but I have barely escaped it.”

“How?”

“I told my fiancee that I was not a virgin,” she laughed. “Of course, it’s true, but I am untouched by men’s hands.” Monique sighed. “I am much older now than I was then. Such a thing would not serve to save me again.”

“Do you know others like us?”

“Scant few, I fear,” she said quietly. “But some. Paris is a big city, and surely there must be many. I simply do not know how to find them.”

She moved closer to me. “Be careful, girl. Revolution or not, being discovered as what we are would not end well for us. They may not burn or jail sodomites any longer, but that does not mean a woman of our proclivities mightn’t find herself deposited in an asylum. After all, we are women, and have no desires not given us by a man, or so it is said.”

“Indeed, tis dangerous everywhere,” I nodded. “Know that in the United States I likely would face the same, were I lucky, and hanging if not. I shan’t be careless.”

“I should hope not. If you are, you might cause many others undue misery.”

Then Monique pulled off her gloves and took my hand. “Forgive me, I have not properly greeted you.” She leaned down kissed my fingers. “It is my pleasure m’lady.”

I curtsied with a smile. It felt good to be treated so by a woman again.

“Are you a boy?” I asked her.

“If you mean, do I always dress in men’s clothes, then no. But I always treat a proper lady as should be.” She knitted her fingers through mine and we walked a time until we reached a creek.

“I wish to open a tavern where we might gather,” I confessed.

“Dangerous,” she observed, then turned to me. “But count me among your potential patrons.”

“I should be honored to have you.” I watched the water in the stream flowing silently past us. “Do you have someone special?” I finally asked.

“I did,” Monique said somberly. “But we were found out by her father. She has been sent to live with the nuns. I only just escaped his wrath.”

She picked up a stone and cast it on the water causing it to skip until it reached the far bank. “Elizabeth, France is an exciting and frightening place right now. Perhaps we could go unnoticed, or if failing that perhaps no one will care when everything has settled.” She took my hand and placed it on her arm, leading me back the way we’d come. “I will help you as I can.” She smiled as she spoke. “You are trying to bring what Catherine had here.”

“It’s my destiny,” I said.

“Destiny? You believe in such a thing?”

“Destiny is what you make it, and I choose this for mine.”

“Then I hope you succeed.”

Monique helped me into the saddle once we reached the horse, then mounted behind me, putting her arms around me to take the reins. I closed my eyes a moment and enjoyed the feeling of being in a woman’s arms.

We reached the stable again and she helped me down.

“I live at fifteen Rue de Moor,” I told her. “Below street level there is a tavern, and above that my house. You are welcome at any time.”

She smiled, and we said our goodbyes.

I would have liked to visit the Madame that same day, but it was late afternoon and I chose instead to return home. I ate at a cafe several blocks from my home, as I often would do, then walked back to the house. I took candles from the sitting room. There was a back stair that led from the kitchen into the tavern. I took these stairs and entered the tavern. As I did, I heard a rustling. Rumors often said the house was haunted by its former owner. I did not believe this, but every odd sound I heard amused me to think it could be his ghost.

The tavern had everything it needed, save a sign and drink. Chairs stood on tables in the small room and the bar was in beautiful condition. As I stood there with the ghosts of former owners looking over my shoulder, I closed my eyes and imagined the place full of women of every type. I pictured them drinking and making merry, with me presiding over them all.

It was the day of my twenty-fourth birthday when I took a carriage to meet the Madame. I approached her town home, the location where Catherine’s lawyer told me the woman spent most of her time, and rang the bell. A moment later a maid opened the door and looked me over.

“I’m here to see the Madame. I have this letter.” After I presented her with the letter, she allowed me to step into the entry hall where I waited as she took it to her mistress.

Quite a time passed before the maid returned. “Parlez-vous francais?”

I shook my head.

“Then I must translate,” she said, with a thick accent. I was concerned as I did not know how much the Madame’s servants knew.

I followed the maid to a sitting room where we found the Madame sitting before a fire in a high-backed chair. As the maid stepped close to her and whispered something in her ear, the Madame examined me carefully.

My hostess was an older woman. She wore no wig, as her hair was mostly white with her years already. She showed her age but not so much that her youthful beauty could not be recognized.

“The Madame says you may speak freely,” the maid said to me. “There are no secrets here.”

Again there was whispering. “Catherine speaks highly of you. That is why she has allowed you to come before her.”

“Madame,” I began, curtseying low before her. “I thank you for seeing me.” The maid translated as I spoke. “I come before you, a woman of like spirit to your own.”

The maid cut me off. “She knows why you are here. You seek others of like mind. She wants to know how she can help you.”

“I do not ask money from you or quarter. I need to know where I can find such women as us.”

The Madame began to laugh. “And you think me able to introduce you?” she said in English. The maid bowed her head and stepped back. “And to what end, girl?”

“It is my destiny.”

“Destiny? You think I might introduce you to the woman of your dreams?” She laughed again. “You will find your love on your own, I think.”

“No, Madame. No, ’tis not love I seek. What know you of Catherine’s home in Philadelphia?”

“I know she speaks of her girls. A number of women she indulges in much debauchery with.” She smiled. “You think you can do something similar here in Paris?”

“Why not?” I asked. “With some help, perhaps I can bring more of us together. Perhaps even enough that —”

“That what? You can fight in this revolution to live freely and openly?” She began laughing hard enough that it caused her to cough. “It shall never happen. You will do well to guard your secret jealously. Besides, you are but a child, how could you build such a gathering of women?”

“Through perseverance.”

“Ha! But such a thing takes money, and you do not seem to have that.”

“I have enough,” I told her. “I already own a tavern. It needs but drink and patrons.”

She stood, sticking her finger in my face. “Why should I risk my standing, my fortune, my life, for a child?”

“Because I can give others what you never had. Did you not long for such a place in your youth, Madame?”

“Reminding me of my youth will gain you no favor with me, girl,” she warned. “I endured twenty years with a husband I detested, all so I could appear normal. I have built my list of special friends over a lifetime. If I am to give it away to someone with high ideas, it shall not be on a whim.”

“A whim? Have you any idea what I have endured to come to this place?” I raised my head high. “Do you know of Josephine in New York?”

The woman nodded her head. “Of course I do. Anyone of breeding and similar desires knows of her.”

“I spent three years with Catherine in her home. And before that, I was as a wife to Madeline, a girl of Catherine’s. But most recently, I suffered a full year at Josephine’s feet. A whim? I mean to achieve my lofty goal and shall do it whether you help me or not. Now do as I ask or send me away, but do not question my dedication.”

The Madame laughed to herself, amused by my outburst. “A year? You survived the whole year?” She raised an eyebrow and sat back down on her chair. “I can’t say that I approve of her teachings. Much too… extreme. But indeed, that shows dedication.”

She opened a box on the table next to her and withdrew two cigars. The Madame gestured to a matching chair across from her. She then offered me a cigar which I happily took.

I knelt at the fire and withdrew a twig, lighting hers first and then my own. After tossing the stick back into the fire, I sat down and studied her carefully for any hint of what she might say next.

“I will provide two letters of introduction, just as Catherine did,” she said after much time.

I was disappointed, but two more names were better than none. I was going to do this, and if I was forced to find similar women only two at a time, then so be it.

We finished our cigars and the Madame, true to her word, wrote two letters of introduction for me. She gave them to me and I was shown to the door by the maid.

“You’re very fortunate,” the girl said to me once we reached the door.

“The letters?” I asked.

“No, I mean she does not speak English for everyone. She keeps her ability to do so quite secret.”

I soon found myself at my own home again. I had the two letters, which was better than nothing, but I was nowhere near what I truly wanted. I would have my destiny, though, no matter what I must endure.

I was about to go out to my favorite cafe to eat dinner when there came a knock at my door. Surprised, I opened it to find Monique standing before me smiling.

“So, this shall be our tavern then?” she asked before I could say anything.

I nodded my head and stood aside to let her in. “Would you like to see it?” I asked.

She smiled happily. I led her down the back stair and into the tavern. She stood quietly a time looking around, then turned to me.

“I think I should love it indeed,” Monique said. “But you must have a piano.”

“Would a guitar suffice?” I asked.

She opened her eyes wider. “Do you play?”

“Not terribly well, but a friend taught me.”

“A friend?” she asked, then flicked her tongue between her lips quickly.

I laughed and nodded my head. “Of a sort.”

Monique seemed quite pleased by this.

When she was satisfied with examining the tavern, we returned to my home and sat upon my sofa. “Would you like to have dinner with me?” she asked.

“That would be lovely.”

She took me to a cafe I had never been to before, though it was not at all far from my house. We ate and talked into the night, then took a carriage back to my home. After lighting candles about the sitting room, I turned to her.

“’Tis quite late, I fear. You may stay the night if you wish.”

She gave me an odd look, likely thinking I had more behind my offer than simply providing her a bed.

When I’d told her she could stay, I had not thought about making love to her. But seeing her there, looking a bit unsure, I began to consider it. And why shouldn’t I? I thought to myself. It had been so long since I had truly made love, not since my one night of freedom with Sandra.

“I shouldn’t,” Monique finally said.

I felt a bit of disappointment.

She turned to go, but then stopped herself. “It is so late and I have tomorrow all to myself.” After a pause, she smiled. “Do you mean to seduce me?”

Her question was so forward that it surprised me. Indeed the thought had occurred to me, I chuckled to myself. Monique was not an especially lovely girl but not at all homely either. I realized I must’ve taken on quite the wicked look in my eyes as I thought about her question.

“Would you fancy it?” I finally said.

She moved across the floor, coming close to me. “It’s been three years,” she whispered. “I am desperate for a woman’s touch.”

I was horrible. I hardly knew this girl at all, but there I was about to make love to her. What did it matter, though? I had done far more indecent acts than this. I leaned forward and kissed her, parting my lips and letting our tongues touch.

“Shall we retire?” I asked.

With an excited nod she took my hand, and I led her to my bed.

She wore a far simpler dress than I, and removing it was quite easy. Once she stood before me naked, I began to remove my own. We kissed and felt one another’s flesh. She was soft beneath my fingertips and I found myself trembling with excitement as I caressed her.

I bit and teased her nipples as she ran her fingers through my hair. Then I returned to her soft lips, drinking in her kisses. To make love again, to truly make love and not simply be the subject of someone’s perversions, it overwhelmed me with desire.

I nibbled at her neck while cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with my fingers. I kissed and licked her flesh. She giggled and sighed as I teased my way to her mons. There I rubbed my palm over her soft hairs and kissed her gently. I caught the scent of her sex and felt my belly tighten. I felt as if I’d not enjoyed such wickedness in a thousand years, and could hardly contain my excitement.

Monique drew a long deep breath when I clamped my lips about her clitoris. She moaned softly and I glanced up to see her eyes slowly closing.

I pressed my fingers into her sex. She was positively soaked and I dearly wished to drink her in. I ran my tongue along her sex, pressing it within her opening. She moved her hips with me, her fingertips stroking my hair as she did.

I reached within her and nearly instinctively bent my fingers back to feel a somewhat rough patch of flesh just behind her opening. As soon as I touched it, she gasped and pushed herself toward me.

“What’s this?” she whispered.

I did not know how to answer, but her reaction inspired me to rub with more pressure. Monique rocked her hips and threw her head back. She grasp at my head as I lapped at her sex. She was moaning loudly and I feared we might be heard. Still I did nothing to stop her.

She began grasping at the bed sheets, pulling at them. Her knees had raised and she dug her heels into the bed as I rubbed my fingers more quickly and suckled her clitoris. And then, so soon, all too soon, she cried out and drove her sex toward me. She moved her hips slowly, gasping and groaning.

I surprised myself at how long I was able to draw out her climax. She seemed to orgasm forever as I continued to suck her clitoris and press and release my fingers just behind her opening.

When she relaxed, her sex still spasming about my fingers from time to time, I rose up. Slowly I withdrew my fingers and kissed her softly as I climbed back to the head of my bed.

“What did you do to me?” she asked.

I did not know. I simply shrugged. “Only what I always do,” I finally said.

She looked up at me, half smiling and gazing into my eyes a time. “Have you ever been in love?” she asked.

“Once. Many years ago. Though I fear she so broke my heart I might never love again.”

“You need only want to love and you will find you can,” she said, stroking my cheek with the backs of her fingers.

Monique pulled me down and kissed me deeply. She then coaxed me to lie upon the bed and straddled my hips. She smiled down at me some time while she stroked my breasts and belly. I lay looking up at her, enjoying her gentle touch. I was indeed randy, there is no doubt, but lying there neath the softness of her fingers I felt no need to rush.

In time she leaned forward and began kissing me again. Our tongues met and I closed my eyes. She kissed my chin, my throat, and down to my breasts, licking and nibbling my nipples.

She drew her tongue along my belly and elicited giggles from me when she swirled it about my naval. As she kissed and licked, her fingers explored my folds, and when at last I felt her tongue upon my magical knot of flesh, I groaned loudly, pushing myself toward her.

Understanding what I had done to her, she crooked her fingers within me and began rubbing against that spot just within my opening. I felt my eyes roll up as I pressed my head against the pillow. I had never felt anything quite like this before.

I rocked my hips with her and pushed myself up, looking down at the girl as she worked at my sex. I found that I loved to watch her head moving as she gave me that devilish kiss.

As my climax drew near, I could no longer hold myself up. I slid back down to the bed and pulled up my legs, folding them about Monique’s head. I was gasping and moaning as she drew me nearer, until at last my orgasm burst forth and I cried out. I felt I had no control over myself as waves of pleasure washed through me.

In time I relaxed again and closed my eyes. Monique moved to lie next to me and draped her arm over my chest, pulling herself close.

“It was everything I’d hoped,” she said quietly. I simply nodded my head and we went to sleep, naked and uncovered.

The next morning we dressed and I saw her out. I stood in the door and watched her depart. I was about to go back inside when I caught sight of the woman who lived next door to me. She had been sweeping the sidewalk in front of her house, but now stood glaring between Monique and I.

I felt a bit of trepidation, but after only a moment of her stare I smiled and waved happily as if I’d not noticed the woman’s harsh look. Her face softened slightly, and she returned to her sweeping.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Amanda Lynn

Later that evening, the three girls lounged naked in their bedroom. Amber sat on the bed brushing Brooke’s hair while Piper stretched out, propped against the headboard, and absently played with her pussy as she read a book. Their day had been full. They swam and went for a hike and canoed out to the island for some sexy fun. They were all tired and soon would be crawling into bed.

Amber, of course, had other plans. “Hey, Piper, where did you take off to earlier today?” she asked. “You were gone for like an hour.”

Piper looked up from her book. “I was with my mom, having sex,” she answered, a broad grin on her face.

“Lucky you,” Brooke said from her spot on the floor where she leaned against the bed between Amber’s legs.

“You’ve never been with Steph, have you, Brooke?” Amber asked.

“Nope. But I would like to,” replied Brooke, applying quick-dry polish to one of her fingernails.

“Does your mom know that Steph and Piper are having sex?”

“Not that I know of. I haven’t told her,” said Brooke, blowing on the newly painted nail.

“How about Steph, Piper? Does she know about Brooke and Neve?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t tell her,” Piper replied huskily, her finger moving quickly on her clit.

The sight of Piper masturbating to the book she was reading made Amber grin. The teen continued to brush Brooke’s hair as she thought about her rendezvous later in the evening. It amused her that while all this sex was happening between everyone at the cottage, neither Stephanie nor Neve knew that her sister was having sex with her own daughter. Amber couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Brooke asked.

Amber hesitated. Should she tell them about their mothers’ newfound romance? Then an idea came to her, a way for the two women to find out at the same time of the mother-daughter sex that had been going on.

“I do have something to tell you, but let’s wait for Piper to come first,” Amber said.

“Is she playing with her pussy again?” Brooke snickered.

“Yup.”

As if on cue, Piper suddenly dropped the book and clamped her thighs shut, trapping her hand on her pussy. She squealed and began to twitch as she came. While Piper lay there recovering, Amber picked up the discarded book and read the title aloud.

“Tales of Lesbian Erotica, Volume 2 — where did you find this, Piper?” Amber laughed.

“It was… in that cardboard box… in the closet,” Piper panted, pointing toward the other side of the room.

Amber tossed the paperback onto the bed and set down the hairbrush. Listening to Piper orgasm and then looking at the picture on the book’s front cover had only added to Amber’s state of arousal. She toyed with her own clit for a moment, rewarded by an electric jolt that chased through her body.

“So, what did you want to tell us?” Brooke asked, getting up off the floor and retrieving the pillow she’d been sitting on.

“Well, I woke up early this morning because I had to pee. And when I finished in the bathroom, I heard someone in the kitchen. It was Neve,” Amber said.

Brooke plopped down on the bed beside Amber and Piper rolled on her side to face the teen.

“Okay, and…?” said Brooke.

“We sort of had sex. In the kitchen,” Amber smiled, looking at Brooke.

Brooke went wide-eyed. “Really? You had sex with my mom?”

“Awesome!” Piper said.

“Yeah, I did, and yeah it was,” Amber said with a giggle. “Are you okay with that, Brooke?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. I just wanted to make sure. But that’s not the best part.”

“Oh? Do tell,” Brooke said excitedly.

“Well, it seems that Steph caught us in the act, but didn’t let on. Later in the day, she told me about it and asked if I would be interested in a threesome with her and Neve after you two fell asleep tonight,” Amber explained, while watching the expressions on the other girls’ faces.

“Did you say ‘Yes’?” Piper asked, her hand between her legs again.

Amber nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Wait a second…” Brooke paused. “If you’re having a threesome with them, then that means…”  She broke into a grin. “That means our moms are fucking!”

“Uh-huh,” Amber said. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you. They were going to do that tomorrow, but I thought maybe we could turn that threesome into a fivesome.”

“How?” Brooke asked, eyes wide with excitement.

“Here’s my idea,” Amber said and went on to explain what she had in mind. Piper and Brooke giggled and eagerly agreed. The talk of the five of them having sex together got the young girls very excited and they had their own quick little threesome just to take the edge off.

 

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Stephanie’s stomach flip-flopped with excitement. Discreetly she checked the time. The girls had disappeared into their room over an hour ago, and she wondered how long it would be before they were asleep and Amber would join them in Neve’s bed. Of course, Neve had no idea this was going to happen.

“I bet the girls will sleep well tonight. They certainly had a busy day.” Neve said as she sat down on the sofa beside Stephanie and handed her a glass of wine.

“Umm. No doubt.”

Stephanie took a sip, then gave Neve a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, sis.”

“My pleasure,” Neve said, resting her head on Stephanie’s shoulder.

They sat in silence for a while. Both women, dressed in comfy pajamas, sipped on their wine and enjoyed the feeling of their bodies brushing against each other.

Stephanie felt a ribbon of pleasure when Neve touched her knee and slowly caressed her way up Stephanie’s leg and down her inner thigh, coming dangerously close to her pussy, only to retreat and stop.

“Steph, I was thinking,” Neve began, concern evident in her voice. “What if the girls don’t accept this? What if they freak out? I mean, I’m sure they won’t, but what if they do?”

Stephanie gave her sister a warm, reassuring smile and said, “Then we’ll deal with it. I too am reasonably sure they’ll accept us being lovers.” She took her sister’s glass from her hand and set it, along with her own, on the coffee table before wrapping Neve in a warm embrace. The truth was that Stephanie was just as concerned as Neve, but more about what Brooke would think rather than Piper.

“I hope so,” Neve whispered.

With a gentle touch, Stephanie lifted her sister’s chin and looked deep into her eyes. “Please don’t worry, baby. Things will work out. Okay?”

Neve nodded and gave Stephanie a meek smile.

Stephanie touched her lips to Neve’s and kissed her softly. “I love you,” she said, then pressed their lips together again, and tasted her mouth. Neve’s soft moan excited Stephanie and a fresh flood of juices soaked into her panties.

She pushed Neve back, and they stretched out on the sofa, Neve on her back and Stephanie on her side leaning against her sister. Breathing hotly, she kissed along Neve’s jawbone and sucked on her earlobe. She found the large buttons of Neve’s pajamas and undid the top two, allowing her hand to slip inside. Sucking on the skin of her sister’s neck, she cupped a bare breast and squeezed it.

Closing her mouth over Neve’s, she captured her bottom lip and sucked on it. Neve drew a sharp breath as Stephanie pinched one of her nipples between two fingers and gave it a twist. She traced the outline of Neve’s mouth with her tongue before kissing her deeply once again.

“You like that?” Stephanie whispered, pulling her hand out of the shirt and running it down to the waistband of Neve’s bottoms.

Neve nodded. “Yes,” she sighed.

Stephanie pushed her hand under the hem of the pajama shirt and traced a lazy finger across the skin of Neve’s belly, brushing against the elastic waistband. Neve hips moved slightly at the touch. Stephanie’s own arousal was building, and she wanted to move to the bedroom before Amber made her appearance. But watching her sister writhe at the touch sent electric ribbons of pleasure up her spine.

Neve’s back arched and she moaned out her sister’s name when Stephanie’s hand slipped easily into her PJs and between her splayed legs. Stephanie felt the slick heat of her labia. Neve was wet, as wet as Stephanie was, she guessed. She played a finger through the folds and dipped into Neve’s opening, then withdrew her hand from Neve’s PJs.

Neve moaned. “No. Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

Stephanie kissed her softly. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”

Groaning reluctantly, Neve rolled off the sofa after Stephanie. Taking her sister’s hand, Stephanie led her down the hall. Stephanie listened for any sounds from the girls’ room as they passed by. It was quiet, and she guessed that they would be getting their visitor soon. Stephanie was tingling with excitement both from the arousal of the make-out session and the thought of Amber joining them.

Stephanie closed the bedroom door as she watched Neve finish unbuttoning her top. Neve sauntered back toward the bed, dropping her top and cupping her breasts. Stephanie swallowed and unbuttoned her own top as Neve pushed her bottoms off her hips. They puddled at her feet, and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

Naked, Neve crawled onto the bed and stretched out like a cat in a spot of moonlight coming through a window. Stephanie moaned at the sexy sight and stripped off her PJs. Crawling across the bed, she hovered over her sister and smiled adoringly at her. Neve wrapped her arms around her and pulled Stephanie down on top of her, finding her mouth.

The passion in her sister’s kiss set Stephanie on fire. Their mouths moved together and tongues curled. Moving her body slightly, Neve moaned into her mouth as their clits rubbed together. Stephanie rolled her hips and shuffled, chasing that sharp thrill she felt when their sex touched.

“Jesus, Steph,” Neve rasped breathlessly.

Stephanie moved her hips again, pressing down on Neve’s pussy with her own. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Neve opened her mouth to speak but was unable. Instead, she nodded urgently, eyes pleading.

Smiling, feeling both love and lust, Stephanie kissed Neve again. Deep in her own belly, that familiar pressure she knew all too well was building. Adjusting her position slightly, the most pleasant sensation rewarded her, as fingers of electricity flashed from her clit.

Neve too, responded with a whimper and an upward thrust of her hips, spreading herself wide — which only caused more beautiful sensations to rocket through Stephanie. She began to rock her hips in earnest, grinding her throbbing clit into Neve’s soaked pussy. She buried her face into Neve’s neck, sucking on the soft flesh, knowing they’d find a mark there in the morning.

Stephanie wrapped her hands around Neve’s shoulders, using them to hold her sister in place as she fucked her hard.

“Yes. I’m going to come!” Neve cried. She felt it growing, exponentially with every hard thrust of her pelvis.

Stephanie’s orgasm was rapidly approaching.

Neve matched her sister’s thrusts with upward movements of her own.

Two sweaty bodies moved as one on the queen-sized bed, grinding and moaning, the scent of their arousal and sound of their pleas for release filled the air.

Stephanie stiffened, cried out and came with soul-shattering intensity.

Neve groaned beneath her, still rocking, and thrusting her hips. She had to grip Stephanie’s ass, pulling her sister onto her needy cunt until she too became engulfed in the intense pleasure of orgasm.

They lay together, entwined in each other’s arms, not speaking, only listening to the sounds of their breathing as they came down from the blissful high of their orgasms.

Stephanie could feel her sister’s chest rise and fall beneath her, along with the steady beat of her heart. With a deep contented sigh, she kissed Neve’s lips and slid off her sweat-soaked body. Stephanie lay on her side, facing Neve, breasts pressed against her.

“Hey there,” Stephanie said softly when Neve turned her head and smiled. It was a smile that always melted her heart. Neve used to smile at her like that when they were kids after they’d made each other come. It never mattered where, their bedroom, the basement, even the dusty old shed at the edge of their parents’ property.

“Hey yourself,” Neve said as she brushed an errant strand of hair back behind Stephanie’s ear.

Stephanie traced a lazy finger over Neve’s belly. “I think I may have given you a hickey,” she said, grinning at her sister.

Neve looked at her with a furrowed brow, raising a hand to her neck and rubbing the spot where Stephanie’s mouth had been just moments ago. “Really? How am I going to explain that to my staff?” she said with mock annoyance.

“I’m sorry, baby. How can I make it up to you?” Stephanie said playfully, running her fingertips down her sister’s slick thigh.

Before Neve could answer, there came a soft knock at the door. From out in the hall, a voice called quietly, “Neve? Are you awake?”

Stephanie was instantly excited, knowing who was there.

Neve didn’t know, and she sat up, a panicked look on her face. “Oh my god!” she hissed. “Quick! Hide!”

Stephanie laughed at her sister. She was acting like a schoolgirl whose father had just caught her sneaking a lover into her room.

“Come in,” Stephanie said, loud enough for Amber to hear.

“What? Steph? No!” Neve cried, trying to scramble under the blankets.

Stephanie laughed again, as Amber opened the door and walked in. She smiled at the two women, one lying naked on the bed, the other peeking out from under the covers that she’d drawn up far enough to hide all but her eyes.

“I was hoping I could join you two,” Amber said, closing the door. She moved to the edge of the bed and pulled the oversized tee shirt she wore up over her head and dropped it.

Smiling at the now naked teenager, Stephanie held out a hand and pulled the girl onto the bed.

“You most certainly can, sweetheart. Can’t she, Neve?” Stephanie looked over at her sister and giggled.

“But…” Neve mumbled, blinking at Amber, then Stephanie.

“It’s okay, Neve. She knows about us.”

Neve seemed to relax, still looking at them. “You told her?” She sounded mildly surprised, her voice muffled slightly by the blanket.

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie said, pulling Amber close and placing little kisses over her mouth and cheeks.

Neve sat up. The blanket fell to her lap. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

Stephanie shuffled over and guided Amber onto her back between the two of them. She ran a hand along Amber’s thigh and kissed her softly.

“Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to help me pleasure this sweet young thing?” Stephanie asked her sister, enticingly.

Neve’s smile brightened, and she slipped out of bed just long enough to smooth the covers. Reclining beside Amber, Neve rubbed a thumb over the teen’s erect nipple and nibbled on her earlobe.

Amber purred contentedly at the touch, arching her back slightly.

Stephanie ran her tongue around the teen’s lips and pushed past to explore inside. Their tongues had only danced for a moment when she felt Neve’s cheek push against hers. She broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, and Neve’s tongue joined them.

Three tongues darted and swirled and played while adult hands explored the smooth skin of the teen that lay beneath them.

Stephanie was the first to move away. She shifted her position and took Amber’s puffy nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. The girl moaned, and Neve swallowed the sound, closing her mouth over Amber’s.

Stephanie thought how fantastic this was. Sure, she’d had a threesome with Amber before, in her living room with Piper. But this time she was sharing the teenager with her sister. Little electric bolts of pleasure fired from her clit at the thought.

While flicking and swirling her tongue over the hard point of Amber’s nipple, Stephanie’s finger traced a lazy line down Amber’s belly to the damp nest of her mons. The dark curls were sticky with arousal and Stephanie had to wonder if it was all hers or if there’d been contributions from Piper or from Brooke, maybe both. Stephanie felt a fresh flood of juices from her own excited pussy.

Stephanie touched Amber’s clit causing the girl’s hips to jerk. She only lingered there a moment, pushing down on the nub as her finger moved into the hot wetness of her folds. Amber’s legs spread as far as they could, restricted by the bodies of her adult lovers.

Releasing the nipple, Stephanie looked up at Amber. Neve was busy kissing her jaw, working her own way down Amber’s neck. The girl’s eyes had closed, and Stephanie could feel, as well as see, the excited rise and fall of Amber’s chest. Neve joined her at the young girl’s breasts and took the nipple she had been pinching and twisting into her mouth. Stephanie smiled mischievously at her sister and leaned over for a quick kiss. Amber whimpered at the loss of contact on her nipples. Neve returned her mouth to the glistening breast.

Blazing a wet trail, Stephanie licked a path along the salty skin from Amber’s breast to her hip, teasing her bellybutton and giggling as Amber twitched and squirmed. Her finger had never left the teen’s folds, and as she kissed her hip, Stephanie circled the girl’s opening. Thick, creamy white liquid dripped from Amber’s vagina, and Stephanie drew a finger through the honey and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean.

“You are so wet, Amber,” Stephanie said.

Neve looked down at Stephanie, not taking the nipple from her mouth until she too had scooped up some of the sticky juice on her finger and brought it to her face. She released the nipple long enough to lick her finger clean. Stephanie returned her attention to Amber and pushed the newly cleaned finger into her pussy.

Amber pushed her pelvis up at the penetration and moaned. Stephanie took in the aroma of the girl’s sex as she moved into position between Amber’s legs, her finger remaining deep inside her. Stephanie licked her pussy. A long, slow swipe up through her labia with the flat of her tongue. Amber bucked again and made pleasurable sounds.

Stephanie swirled her tongue over and around Amber’s inflamed clit. She pushed a second finger into her vagina and slowly pumped into the hot wetness. Amber’s muscles clamped down and then released Stephanie’s fingers as she rolled her hips in rhythm with the thrusts.

Playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves, Stephanie felt the bed move and bounce. Looking up over Amber’s belly she watched as Neve positioned herself in a kneeling position over Amber’s head. Stephanie moaned at the erotic sight of Neve’s pussy as she lowered herself onto the teenager’s waiting mouth. She saw Amber’s tongue snake out toward Neve’s pussy before it disappeared as her sister’s cunt pushed down on the girl’s mouth.

With Neve rocking her hips, coating Amber’s mouth, cheeks, and chin with her own juices, Stephanie focused on devouring the sopping pussy before her. She withdrew her fingers and pushed her tongue into Amber’s core. Using one of her honey-soaked fingers, Stephanie rubbed Amber’s tight anus and pushed the finger past the sphincter and into her rectum. Amber’s body shuddered as she climaxed around Stephanie’s tongue and screamed into Neve’s pussy.

Stephanie continued to torment Amber as Neve rode her face. Neve was moaning, pinching a nipple with one hand while the other gripped the headboard. Stephanie’s own clit was throbbing now, and she reached beneath her legs and rubbed the sensitive bud.

“Mind if we join in?” A voice asked from the doorway.

Both women jumped at the question and rolled off Amber. Stephanie sat up at the foot of the bed, and Neve knelt beside a recovering Amber — who lay panting as she smiled knowingly.

“Girls! I… we…” Stephanie stammered. Then she realized that both Brooke and Piper were standing there naked, fingers lazily stroking their clits. This was a setup. Lowering her eyebrows, Stephanie looked back at Amber who had pulled herself up to a sitting position. She sat on the bed, grinning back.

“This is your doing? Isn’t it?” Stephanie asked in mock anger.

“Maybe,” Amber said. “But before we can truly have fun tonight, there’s one more secret that must come out.”

Stephanie felt confused. What secret was she talking about? She looked at the teen, to her sister, over to the young girls at the door, and then back to Amber.

Neve just shrugged, and Stephanie had a horrifying thought. Is Amber going to tell Neve about her having sex with her daughter?

“What secret?” Neve asked.

“Brooke, do you want to go first?” Amber said.

Brooke smiled and nodded. “Okay,” she paused for a second. “Steph, Mom and I are lovers.”

Stephanie was speechless. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Neve is having sex with Brooke? Holy fuck! She turned on the bed and looked at her sister, who stared at Brooke in disbelief, a horrified expression on her face. It appeared as if she might start crying at any second. Before Stephanie could say or do anything, Piper spoke up.

“Auntie Neve, Mommy and I are lovers, too.”

Stephanie’s stomach lurched, and panic gripped her, for only a second though. Quickly she realized her fear of her sister finding out and judging her harshly was now moot. She looked at her sister again. Her eyes sparkled now, and her expression had turned to one of joy. Neve’s smile was wide, and she made her way to the foot of the bed and sat beside Stephanie.

The sisters hugged and held each other for a long moment while all three girls watched. Piper giggled.

“I had no idea,” Stephanie said into Neve’s neck.

Neve pulled back. “Me neither.” She kissed her sister’s lips softly.

“I thought it was special that we both shared a love of young girls,” Stephanie said, looking over at Amber and smiling at her. “But to find we both have a special love for our daughters… ”

As she felt the emotions welling up inside her, Stephanie brushed away a tear that rolled down her cheek. Neve smiled, her bottom lip quivering. The women tightened their embrace again, this time with Brooke and Piper joining in. Stephanie glanced over at Amber and motioned for her to join in the group hug. Amber did so enthusiastically.

After several minutes of sniffles and giggles, the group broke apart. Stephanie looked around at all the naked female flesh and felt her clit begin to throb again. “So, what now?” she asked, holding Piper close and kissing her cheek softly.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Neve said with a naughty grin. “But, I was about to come when we were pleasantly interrupted by these two sexy young girls.” She squeezed Brooke against her with one arm and nodded toward Piper.

“What did you have in mind? I don’t think this bed is big enough for five of us,” Stephanie chuckled.

“There are two fold-out sofas in the living room,” Neve said.

“Excellent idea, Mom!” said Brooke.

Five naked bodies headed eagerly into the living room. The younger girls moved the coffee table and end tables out of the way while Neve and Stephanie opened one of the sofas into a bed. Opening the other, they pushed it so that the foot of each bed butted up against the other. They stood back and admired the large comfy playground they’d just made for themselves.

Neve joined Stephanie as she flopped down on her back. The two women kissed for a moment and watched as Brooke and Piper got onto the oversize bed. Kneeling, they began to kiss deeply, hands roaming the other’s body. Amber stood, watching and smiling.

“Amber. Come join us, sweetheart,” Stephanie said, holding out a hand.

The teen shook her head with a grin. “That’s okay. I came just a few minutes ago. I want to watch the mothers and daughters play for a while. I’ll join in later,” she said, and sat cross-legged in a big armchair, facing the four beauties on the bed.

Brooke and Piper broke their embrace and looked at their mothers and smiled. Brooke whispered something into Piper’s ear, then they giggled. What are these two up to now? Stephanie wondered. The cute cousins inched their way up the bed toward their respective mothers, stopping at their feet. Brooke and Piper knelt, embraced, and began to kiss passionately.

Both women moaned at the beautiful, erotic sight of these two young girls sharing such a loving kiss. A new flood of juices flowed from Stephanie, and she was sure the same was happening to Neve. She put her hand between her legs and rubbed at her aching clit as she watched her daughter and niece make out.

Soon the kiss ended, and Brooke turned to look at the women who lay before them. She smiled so sweetly that Stephanie felt like she might come right now.

“Do you want us?” Brooke asked seductively, looked back and forth between her mother and aunt.

Stephanie nodded, throat dry and unable to form any words.

“Yes,” Neve moaned.

Brooke gave Piper one more, long, wet kiss before they broke apart. As the girls moved, they crossed paths, and instead of crawling up the body of their mother each moved into the embrace of her aunt. The women cooed happily at the surprise and accepted it most willingly.

Other than friendly hugs, Stephanie had never touched Brooke. It hadn’t been something she’d even thought much about. Brooke was a sexy young girl, but until Stephanie had watched the video of Brooke masturbating, being sexual with her never really crossed her mind. Now, here the child was, naked in her arms.

Neve lay beside Stephanie, with naked little Piper in her arms, exploring each other’s mouths… with Stephanie unaware that Neve had already tasted Piper’s sweet juices.

Stephanie caressed Brooke’s smooth back as their lips tentatively touched. Then Brooke kissed Stephanie hungrily, shoving a tongue into her mouth. Brooke was being far more aggressive than Stephanie expected — not that she was complaining, it just wasn’t how she expected the twelve-year-old to act on their first time together. But Stephanie reciprocated with gusto, moving her mouth eagerly to capture the girl’s tongue. She sucked on it, then tangled it with her own.

They both began to breathe a little harder and made wet sounds as they kissed. When Brooke moaned softly into her mouth, Stephanie felt tingles of excitement flutter in her belly, and she sucked Brooke’s lower lip into her own mouth, dragging her teeth across the moist flesh.

“That’s it, Piper, baby. Yes,” Neve said huskily.

Without taking her mouth from Brooke, Stephanie glanced over. Piper had slid down Neve’s body and lay with her mouth firmly placed on one of Neve’s hard nipples. Neve had a joyful smile on her face as she caressed the back of Piper’s head with one hand. Stephanie could hear soft, pleasurable sounds coming from the direction of the armchair. She couldn’t see the chair, but she knew that Amber was enjoying the show.

Stephanie rolled herself and Brooke over and held her face mere inches from Brooke’s. She leaned in and placed soft kisses on her chin and jaw and ear, then kissed down her neck, throat, and across her chest until she hovered over Brooke’s small breasts. Stephanie smiled. They were perfect, not as large as Amber’s, even though Amber’s were small compared to her own. Brooke’s budding breasts were adorable. Little mounds of flesh, just barely needing a bra, tipped with cute pink nipples that stood proudly atop the heaving chest. Stephanie wondered what Piper’s would be like when they began to bud in a year or two. She looked forward to enjoying them.

She gently kissed the nipple and flicked it with her tongue. Brooke moaned. The girl arched her back, offering more to Stephanie. Accepting, she opened her mouth, and covered most of the girl’s sensitive boob. Brooke moaned again. Stephanie released it and sucked just the pink peak between her lips. Her tongue swirled and laved the swollen bud, eliciting whimpers from the girl.

Switching, Stephanie gave the same attention to the other small breast, bathing it thoroughly in her saliva. Satisfied, she licked a slow trail straight from the valley between Brooke’s breasts to her belly button, where she played for what, to Brooke, felt like an agonizingly long time. Brooke squirmed and giggled as her aunt teased her navel.

“Steph, please,” she whined, gripping Stephanie’s head, trying to push her lower.

Stephanie glanced over at her daughter. It appeared that Piper was keeping pace with her, as she too was now kissing the soft flesh just below Neve’s belly button. Stephanie smiled and licked down to the sparse nest of hair on Brooke’s mons, feeling the muscles of the girl’s abdomen ripple beneath her mouth and the gentle lift of her pelvis. The scent of Brooke’s arousal was intoxicating, intensifying her own excited state. Stephanie wanted — no, needed — to taste her niece’s sweet juices.

Moving her body lower, Stephanie positioned herself between Brooke’s spread legs. She sighed at the sight of the lovely young pussy in front of her, eager to devour it. It looked even more inviting in person, she mused, than on a computer screen. Stephanie pushed herself in closer, then spread the girl’s slick lips with her thumbs and licked the entire length with the flat of her tongue.

Brooke shuddered and moaned. “Yes…”

Stephanie did it again. Slower this time, savoring the taste of the copious amounts of creamy fluid that coated the girl’s sex. Brooke bucked when Stephanie’s tongue brushed over her sensitive clit. Brooke moaned loudly, but she wasn’t the only one making pleasurable sounds. Neve too was boisterous as Piper eagerly worked the woman’s pussy, and in the distance, Amber occasionally whimpered and moaned along with them.

As her tongue continued to meander through the folds of Brooke’s swollen labia, Stephanie added to her pleasure by slowly inserting a finger into her vagina. Brooke pushed her hips up and her fingers tangled in Stephanie’s hair. She pushed a second digit into the girl and began to pump. Moving her mouth up, Stephanie pulled the erect clit between her lips and sucked.

Brooke cried out with ragged breath, “Fuck yes, Steph!”

Stephanie sucked on the girl’s clit again, then flicked and chased it with her tongue. She pumped harder, and a new wave of juices flooded past her fingers. Brooke twisted and shuddered, crying out her orgasm as it crashed through her. Stephanie continued to assault the girl’s cunt until an intense wave of pleasure once more ravished her. Brooke pushed Stephanie away and sobbed through the final tremors that rippled across her limp body.

Ever so gently, Stephanie pulled out of Brooke’s pulsing entrance and climbed back up to pull the sweet girl into an embrace and kiss her deeply. Just at that moment, Neve reached her peak and came hard on Piper’s young face. They too embraced and kissed after a moment or two of rest for Neve.

Stephanie was thrilled. She had gone down on her niece and made her come twice. Brooke’s juices covered her face, and she was eagerly licking and kissing it off Stephanie’s face. Her own pussy was screaming for attention now, and she hoped that her sexy niece would soon make her way down and return the pleasure.

Neve wasn’t waiting to give her niece the same treatment. To Stephanie’s delight, Neve rolled and dropped Piper onto her back, quickly sliding down and pushing the ten-year-old’s legs apart. Neve hummed in appreciation of a bald little pussy at her fingertips.

Stephanie found herself becoming incredibly aroused at the thought of Neve eating her daughter’s sex. More so even then when Amber did it. A fresh flood of juices flowed from Stephanie as she watched Neve place her mouth on her daughter’s pussy. Piper’s back arched and her head flew back, her mouth opening wide as if she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. The sounds caught in her throat.

“Brooke, I need your mouth on my clit,” Stephanie urged her niece.

Brooke obeyed with a grin and quickly moved to Stephanie’s needy cunt.

Pleasure flashed through Stephanie, and her body jerked. Brooke’s tongue had found her oversensitive clit, and two of her fingers had made their way inside her sodden entrance. Stephanie knew her orgasm wasn’t far away. She could feel the spring coiling tightly inside her, waiting to release. Brooke’s tongue played with her clit, swirling, and flicking for only a tantalizing moment before she pushed into her folds and lapped at her.

Stephanie groaned and pushed her hips upward, grasping at the bedsheets. Brooke pulled her fingers out and replaced them with a stiffened tongue and fucked her aunt. Electric shocks chased along her nerves at the torment. Stephanie felt a new pressure, this time on her anus. Brooke was pushing a finger into her ass. She willed herself to relax, and the lubed finger slipped in.

“Goddamn, Brooke,” Stephanie croaked, as she gulped for air.

Brooke didn’t relent. She shoved the finger as deep as it would go, twisting and wiggling it. Stephanie whimpered at the sweet pain. Brooke pulled her tongue free and maneuvered her body to allow two fingers from her free hand to plunge into Stephanie’s pussy and her mouth to clamp down on her clit.

Stephanie cried out. She could hardly believe just how talented Brooke was. She was going to have to talk to Neve about this. Stephanie jolted as Brooke nipped at her engorged clit and dragged her teeth across the sensitive flesh. She convulsed as her ass, pussy, and clit were all stimulated at the same time.

“Please Brooke, please,” she begged with a sob. Then she heard a familiar cry.

Turning her head to the side, Stephanie saw Piper, her face twisted in sweet agony, begging for her own release. She reached over and took her daughter’s hand in hers, and a second later the child screwed her eyes shut and arched her back.

“Mommy!” Piper squealed as she came.

That was all Stephanie needed. The spring unwound with a violent release of energy and Stephanie convulsed into a chain of spasms, each one a wash of intense pleasure.

Slowly they faded to nothing more than a sweet memory. Realizing she was still holding Piper’s hand, she looked over at her daughter and smiled. Piper was looking at her and smiling just as sweetly.

“I think we came together, Mommy,” Piper said with a happy giggle.

Stephanie tried to roll to kiss her daughter but realized there were still fingers buried in her body. She looked down at Brooke, who smiled back, her face glistening with juice.

“Had enough?” Brooke asked with a grin.

“For the moment, sweetheart. You were amazing.”

“Thanks. I learned it all from Mom,” she said, slowly withdrawing her fingers.

Neve chuckled from her position between Piper’s legs, her face just as juice-covered as her daughter’s. “I can’t take all the credit. She has some natural talent too.”

Once Brooke had moved back up beside her, Stephanie rolled over and softly kissed her daughter’s lips, tasting her sister on them.

“I think it’s absolutely wonderful that we came together,” Stephanie said. “I love you so much, Piper. I’m glad we can share these experiences together.”

“I love you too, Mommy. But I kinda feel bad that Amber is sitting over there by herself.”

Stephanie lifted her head and looked over at the teenager. She was panting and appeared flushed, apparently recovering from her own orgasm. Stephanie smiled. “Are you ready to join us, sweetie?” she asked.

Amber held up her index finger. “Soon as I catch my breath,” she puffed.

The mothers and daughters laughed, and Stephanie rolled onto her back again as Neve moved up the bed and held Piper against her. Moments later Amber made her way onto the bed, kneeling at the feet of the other four.

“Hmm, I wonder,” Amber said, with a grin, “just where should I start? Everything looks so yummy.”

She eyed the four naked, sweaty, and juice-covered bodies before her, and was met by four pairs of sparkling eyes and four wide smiles.

“Just think of this as an ‘all you can eat’ buffet,” Neve said with a chuckle. “You can sample everything on the menu if you like.”

Amber giggled and did just that. From left to right she tasted each, in turn, beginning with Brooke, then Stephanie, moving on to Neve, and finally Piper, going down on them for several minutes each — except for Piper, that is, who’d become so turned on watching and listening to the other three enjoying Amber’s talents, that when teen’s mouth touched her pussy, she came instantly.

For the next few hours, the five of them enjoyed the pleasures of each other’s bodies, every one of them climaxing several times at the hands and mouths of the other four. Exhausted, they eventually had to stop. Piper was the first to succumb, soon followed by the others. They all slept where they lay, until well after the sun rose the next morning.

Continue on to Chapter 14

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By Amanda Lynn

By Misty Meadow

On that first night after Ashley and I first made love, her mother Ursula was in an especially randy frame of mind, dropping some very blatant hints that she was in the mood to fuck. But I was completely sated from my afternoon in bed with Ashley.

I managed to dodge Ursula’s advances until she started to get irritated. “Slow down,” I finally said when she tried to corner me with a kiss. “You’re pushing things. Let’s take our time and draw this out. We’re like moths and candle flames, you and I.”

She clutched my arms. “But my cunt is dripping wet. I need you now, damn it!”

“You can always masturbate,” I said. I admit it — that sounded a bit callous, even to me. But I’d been calling the shots in our sexual relationship from the word go, and had no intention of letting her guilt-trip me into her bed for a pity fuck.

“Will you watch me while I do it, at least? That’s all I ask of you. I want you to see how hard I can come with you there.”

My thoughts were so fixated on Ashley that sex games with Ursula felt beside the point, but I figured it was best to do at least this much for her. Nodding, I said, “Okay, go up to your room. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Once she’d left, I went upstairs and checked up on Ashley, who always seemed to resemble an angel when she slept, then crept into my own room, where I stripped off and donned a pair of white stockings and a very short silk camisole. I let one shoulder strap fall off to expose my left tit. I looked for some suitable knickers, but then thought, Why bother? They’ll be off in a couple of minutes anyhow.

When I entered Ursula’s room, she was already naked, seated at the head of the bed, her knees up, thighs well parted as she waited for me, her cunt on offer. Despite my waning attraction to her, I could feel myself getting wet. I pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed, sat in it and hooked my knees over its arms, my splayed thighs showing off everything I had.

I watched as she frigged herself, her eyes locked on my treasure. Her technique was different from mine — she placed the middle finger on her clit and strummed it from side to side. I briefly did the same, but then went back to my favourite method, placing a finger on either side of my clit and working them up and down. From time to time I’d thrust them into myself, then withdraw and suck them, all the while commenting on how delicious my pussy was.

Then Ursula reached over to the bedside table, slid open its drawer, fumbled around inside and pulled out a vibrator. After she buzzed her nipples with it, I expected she’d apply it to her clit, like I usually did — but to my surprise, Ursula slid down onto her back, drew both knees up to her shoulders, touched the tip of the vibrator to her rosebud, then eased it deep inside until all eight or so inches were buried in her arse.

“Shit, this f-feels so good! You should try it.” She sawed the vibrator in and out, using the other hand to maul her clit. “Oh, God, oh fuck! Are you… are you into anal, Misty?” She was panting with each stroke, forcing the words out.

“Sometimes, yeah. That does look like fun.”

“This, this isn’t the only sex toy I’ve g-got, by the way. There’s my strap-on dildo — and one of these days I’m gonna let you fuck me, d-do me long and hard with it. Oh, Misty, how would you like it if I — if I fucked you?”

“Let’s not run before we can walk,” I said. “Go ahead, get yourself off. I wanna see you come.”

“Oh, I’m just about to come, b-but I want to watch you come, my — oh, my darling.” Her voice grew louder. “Come for me. Come for Mummy!”

Strange — she’d never called herself that during our sex games. Did Ursula regard me in the same light as I did her daughter?

“I’m coming,” I assured her, though I actually wasn’t. “Fuck yourself! Shove that vibrator up your arse, you slut!”

She smiled, knowing I was just talking dirty to get her hot. Her wrist was pumping like a piston as she fucked her bum. I could see that she was about to come, so I let out a loud cry, clenched my thighs tightly together and made a face like I’d just bitten into a lemon. I didn’t often need to fake orgasms with my lovers, but when I did, it was damn convincing.

Her eyes went big, her chest flushed bright red and I watched as she came, crying out loud enough to wake Ashley. “Misty! Oh, Misty, I love you!”

This was the first time she’d ever used the L word with me. Had she said it a day or two earlier, I might have melted, but now the wall of separation I’d built between fucking Ursula and loving Ashley was crumbling, and my enthusiasm for sex with my little darling’s mother was beginning to erode.

When we’d come back to earth, I took the vibrator into her en-suite bathroom and rinsed it off. I was going to borrow it and I needed it to be perfectly clean.

“That was awesome,” Ursula sighed said when I came back into the bedroom.

“I don’t know which was best,” I said, in support of my faked ecstasy, “watching you or being watched. Both are a huge turn-on.”

She smiled. “Oh, there are lots more adventures waiting for us to enjoy… we’re just starting on this ride.”

All I could think was, Ms. Urquart, you don’t even know how true that is.

*****

As the days went by, my love for Ashley grew, just as my urge for sex with Ursula waned. I tried to conceal that from her, but she seemed to sense it somehow — and it only made her desire that much more intense. She came on to me hot and heavy almost every night, and I had to plead a headache, or my period, to put her off. I still felt a certain warmth toward Ursula, but her obsession with me was exhausting.

On the other hand, Ashley and I grew steadily bolder with each other — less inhibited, far more adventurous. It took very little persuading to get her to let me take saucy photos of her with my phone. She quickly came to love posing for me, with pictures ranging from a shot of her lifting her skirt to total nudity, her body contorted into all sorts of lewd positions, the better to show off her cunt. On her bed, in the tub, seated on the stairs, doing cartwheels along the landing — whenever I had my phone handy, she’d encourage me to take pictures of her. One of my favourites showed her doing a handstand stark naked with her legs splayed wide apart, the better to show off her treasure. I even took shots during sex when she was eating my pussy, gazing into the lens with adoring eyes as her tongue darted and flickered inside me.

As Ursula’s fixation on me grew, I became paranoid about my growing collection of Ashley snaps. If she ever got a look in my phone, she’d find enough hardcore paedo-porn on there to have me locked away for life. My solution was to purchase a second phone for everyday use, and stash the old one in the inner pocket of a jacket I never wore.

*****

One afternoon, I lay on Ashley’s bed as she licked me and sucked on my clit. She brought me to a crashing orgasm that made me feel as if my whole body was ablaze — then as I slowly returned to the world, she idly toyed with my cunt, her index finger circling the opening.

Suddenly she looked up at me. “I bet I could get my whole hand inside,” she said, a look of excitement on her face. “Can I try? Would it hurt, d’you think?”

“Maybe a bit, but it’ll be worth it,” I said. “Go ahead, fold your thumb in and push.”

My cunt was so relaxed and wet that her hand slid in easily — past her wrist, almost halfway to the elbow. She was amazed and delighted, while I was practically climbing the walls. Oh, I’d had generously-sized fake pricks inside me before, but nothing as long as Ashley’s arm.

After I came again, this time even more explosively, she withdrew her hand and spread my pussy lips open as wide as they’d go, peering into the dark pink cavern. “Wow, you’re huge! Your cunt is enormous! I gotta take a picture of this,” she said.

I looked at the result on the screen. Taken close up, it was a sea of wet pink flesh surrounding a black hole that looked almost big enough to swallow a tennis ball. Even I was impressed.

*****

One Friday afternoon, I collected Ashley from her school and walked her home, her arm linked in mine. The instant we came in the door, she tossed her backpack on the hall table, took her school blazer off and lifted her skirt high up under her chin.

“You love looking at my knickers, don’t you?” she said, her eyes bright. “Show me yours.”

I was sorely tempted, but managed to shake my head. “Homework first.”

She scowled. “Fuck homework, it can wait. I wanna see your knickers. Go on, show me.”

I tried to seem nonchalant as I hoisted my dress, pushed my feet apart and thrust my hips forward, but I was secretly thrilled. Although we’d done this many times before, showing my underwear off to Ashley was much more exciting than masturbating for Ursula.

We grinned at each other, let our skirts fall and went into the kitchen. She sat on the breakfast bar, her feet up on a stool, her legs spread wide. There was a small damp patch on the crotch of her knickers.

I touched it with my fingertips. “Did you forget to wipe yourself when you peed?”

Smiling, she shook her head. “No, no, I always wipe. That’s my cunt getting wet for you, Misty.” She leaned back, her hands flat on the counter top behind her, and parted her thighs even further. The coquettishness of the early days of our relationship had developed into aggressive shamelessness.

“My God, Ashley, you’re turning into a little slut.” I was still grinning.

“Yes, but I’m your slut, Misty. Take my knickers off and do naughty things to my cunt.” She lifted her hips and I slid her knickers from under her bum, up her thighs, over her knees, down to her ankles, freed them from her feet and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply.

“Oh, you’re a knicker sniffer, huh? Me, too. I sniff mine whenever I take them off.” I tossed them aside and stared at her, perched so irresistibly on the counter top. “Kiss my cunt!” she demanded.

“Just a sec,” I said and dashed upstairs. A few seconds later I came down again, this time totally naked, Ursula’s vibrator in hand.

“Is that one of those sex toy thingies?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“It’s your mum’s vibrator. She keeps it in her bedside table. You’re gonna love this.” I reached out with one hand to spread her cunt lips with my fingers. She was dripping wet. “Were you fingering yourself just now?”

“Of course I was. I’ve been doing it a lot recently, ever since we…”

“Started loving each other,” I finished for her. I pushed a finger deep into her, took it out and sucked it. Then I pushed it in again, removed it and offered it for her to taste. She took it deep into her mouth and I could feel her tongue caressing it.

“More. Gimme more. Here, finger your cunt and let me taste that.” I obliged, and she eagerly sucked on my finger again.

“Now,” I said, “we’re gonna open a whole new chapter of your sex education.” I twisted the vibrator’s base and it buzzed.

“Cool!” Ashley squealed.

“Just wait.”

I touched it to her clit — she jerked in surprise but immediately relaxed. “Oh, my God, it’s like an electric shock.”

“Good, huh?”

“Awesome! Let me do it to you.”

“Later. Now I’m gonna fuck you with it.” Her eyes went big as she looked down at the toy as I placed the tip between her lips and gently pressed it into her.

“Pheeeeew,” she exhaled. “Oooh, it’s amazing! I love it!” I slowly withdrew it almost all the way, then pushed it back in again. Falling into a steady tempo, I began pumping the toy in and out, staring at her flushed face, observing her reaction. She flung her head back, mouth open, her breath growing deep and ragged.

I dropped to one knee, bringing my face level with the action. I noticed a small mole she had, where her leg joined her body. While fucking her, I used the middle finger of my free hand to play with Ashley’s clit. From her sighs and groans, I could tell that she was experiencing ecstasy on a level she’d never reached before.

Every ten seconds or so, I’d withdraw the vibrator and place my mouth on her cunt, sucking on her clit and licking her pussy lips, then I’d slip the toy back into her. The whole area around her cunt was flushed bright pink, making it clear how excited she was.

“Oh, Misty, this is so fucking good! Don’t stop! I’m g-gonna come! Oh, shit, I’m in heaven! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Then the door slammed open and a voice screamed, “ASHLEY!”

Fuck! It was Ursula. She wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.

The vibrator fell to the floor with a clatter as Ashley slammed her legs together. I jumped to my feet and tried to shield her with my body, but Ursula shoved me to one side.

“You little fucking whore!” she yelled, slapping her daughter hard on the face. I grabbed her arm to stop her doing it again, but she pushed me away again, snarling, “I’ll deal with you later, bitch!”

Ashley burst into tears, wailing, face buried in her hands. “I’m sorry, Mummy,” she sobbed, her whole body shaking.

“Get out!” Ursula screamed at me. “Get out of my house now!”

“If you hit her again, you’ll regret it,” I hissed back at her.

“Fuck you!” Her face was contorted with rage. “You’re finished! Pack your stuff and get the fuck out!”

“No! No!” Ashley wailed.

“We need to calm down and talk about this,” I said, trying to put out the flames.

Ashley climbed down from the counter and, still sobbing, looked round for her knickers.

Ursula’s face was stone. “There’s nothing to talk about. You molested my twelve-year-old daughter. Twelve! I could have you arrested, thrown in prison. Think about that!”

My heart was racing, but my voice was rock-steady. “Then think about this. If the world learns about Ashley and me, what will Ashley learn about?” I looked at her pointedly.

Ursula paused in mid-rant. She hadn’t thought about that, what her daughter’s reaction would be if she found out what we’d been getting up to. In the meantime, Ashley found her knickers on the floor and put them on.

“Go to your room!” Ursula snarled and the poor little waif trudged off up the stairs, still crying.

She wheeled back to me. “Are you telling me you’d tell her about us? All of it? You fucking cunt. How dare you threaten me?” She stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard, trying to calm herself. “You know what that would do to Ashley, damn you. She’d hate me for it!”

“It would crush her, yes,” I said, calmly, “but if I have to, I’ll tell her everything.” To be honest, I didn’t want to break Ashley’s heart any more than it was broken at the moment, but this was the only card I had to play.

She changed tack. “How long have you two been…?”

“Having sex? A couple of months or so.”

“Is she still a virgin, at least?”

I shook my head. “Her cherry was popped a long time ago, before my time.”

“What have you been doing to her, then? How far have you got?”

I bent down and picked up the vibrator from the floor. “This was the first time we played with this. Other than that… we’ve done pretty much everything lesbian lovers do. We both enjoy oral sex. Giving and receiving.”

“She’s gone down on you?” Ursula was incredulous. “Jesus Christ, she’s… she’s only twelve years old, for fuck’s sake!”

“How old were you the first time you ate pussy?” I shot back.

“None of your fucking business!” she snapped.

This wasn’t working, damn it. I had to keep cool, had to do my best to calm Ursula down before she lost it completely. I took a deep breath, steadied my voice. “Listen to me. Ashley and I are in love with each other, head over heels. I know you don’t care what happens to me, but think of her. If you kick me out… she’ll be devastated.”

“You took advantage of an innocent little girl, you perverted slut!”

“I fell for her. It wasn’t a choice. It happened to me like a bolt of lightning out of the sky. Ashley felt the exact same way, she told me so.” Ursula just glared at me. “You need to know that at no time did I do anything to your daughter without her full consent. Okay, yeah, I broke the law — it was either that or break her heart.”

She threw up her hands. “So she had a crush. Big deal! I had crushes at her age, and I got over them. It’s all part of growing up.”

“Face facts. Ashley is already gay. Sexual orientation is not a choice, you know that. Sooner or later Ashley was going to have her first lesbian experience. When we first made love, it was a thing of beauty, a precious moment in her life that she’ll never forget. For that matter, neither will I.”

“You’re trying to polish a turd,” Ursula said. At least she’d stopped yelling.

“You need to talk to her, as soon as you calm down. Give her a hug, say you love her.”

She reached out to take a half-empty bottle of wine from the counter, yanked the cork out and upended it, taking several large swallows. This was good. Alcohol was exactly what she needed at that moment. She found a glass and poured the remaining wine into it.

“I gotta think about this,” she said, more to herself than me.

“If you want to fire me, be my guest,” I said, “but at least sleep on it.”

“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping tonight,” she muttered.

“Let me stay the night, at least. Tomorrow we can sit down and decide what’s to be done.”

She gazed at me, as much in sorrow as anger. “You betrayed me, Misty. You took advantage of my trust and molested my little girl.”

I couldn’t let that slide. “You need to look up the work ‘molest’ in a dictionary, Ursula. I never did a single thing to her that she didn’t want me to do. I always let her take the lead.”

“I’ll deal with her in the morning, but there’s no way you can keep working here. You have to go.”

“To where? I don’t have another home. If I leave now, I’ll only have to come back for my stuff tomorrow, so I might as well stay the night, at least. Go upstairs and hug your daughter and let her know that you don’t hate her,” I urged, pushing my luck. “Don’t leave her in tears. Right now, she probably feels as if her world has just ended. Go and tell her it hasn’t.”

I could see the fight going out of her with a deep sigh. “Fine, fine. You can stay the night, but on no account are you to go into her room or the bathroom while she’s in there, get me? And she can’t go into your room, either. You’re not to ever touch her again. If you do, I’ll have the police on you. Now get out of my sight!”

Mounting the stairs, I breathed a silent prayer of thanks. I’d won a stay of execution.

*****

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Ashley’s heart wasn’t the only one that had been broken. I was filled pity for my little lover, mixed with with intense self-recrimination. Why in God’s name had I made love to her in the kitchen, when we could have gone to my room? If Ursula had come up to the second floor we’d have heard her approach, and Ashley would’ve had time to hide under the bed — but I’d been too overwhelmed by lust to think straight. And now I’d lost her, most likely for good.

There had to be a way to turn Ursula round so that I could stay employed as her au pair. I tossed and turned for hours until dawn crept through the window, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Amanda

1796 – New York 

My initiation, as Josephine had called it, only partially prepared me for what she had in store for me. The morning after my night with Sandra, while I sat quietly at Josephine’s feet in the parlor, she clasped a collar about my neck and affixed a leash to it. I would wear this day and night for the remainder of my time with her.

As we toured the estate or visited the stables and kennels, I no longer walked five paces to the rear of her. Instead she would command me to heel, and I had to walk just behind her keeping slack on the leash which she held.

All manner of shames where heaped upon me. Most I had already known, but some were new. And of course, as promised, Sandra was made to participate. She had now become my superior, as had anyone in the house. I was no longer Josephine’s girl. I was called her whore and sometimes her slut.

I found it more difficult to remain in her graces, as she was ever more demanding of me. Before long I had been given the glove enough times that I hardly felt it any longer.

Seeing that, Josephine did what she knew would most wound me. She made Sandra administer my punishments. I think she reveled in the knowledge that this caused us both great distress.

Late on a particular night when I thought I could take no more, I found Josephine entering my room with Sandra. In the maid’s hands I saw silken cloth but had no idea what it was for. Josephine approached my bed where I lay unclothed as always and I moved to get up, but she pushed me back down, ordering me to lie upon my back.

“Sandra,” she said. The girl approached me and looked quite forlorn as she took my arm and wrapped a silk tether around it. She then proceeded to tie the other end to a bed post. Within only a few moments she had tied each of my four limbs to bed posts and I found myself naked and spread before my mistress, completely helpless.

Josephine looked briefly at Sandra, and knowing what she must do the girl left the room, returning a moment later with a dildo. This one was not entirely like others I had seen. It could be donned without needing to be drawn up the legs, making it convenient, since I was bound.

Sandra began working the buckles until she had placed it upon me. The anticipation was getting to me. I felt myself becoming wet with excitement as she climbed atop me and lowered herself, taking in the length of the phallus.

Sandra closed her eyes and her head fell forward as she rode the device. She moved faster and faster until at last she began grunting and gasping with each thrust.

Josephine watched with a devilish smile as the girl ground against me driving the dildo as deep inside her as she could. At long last she cried out, trembling with her orgasm.

The girl lay against me for several moments catching her breath before she dismounted and began unhooking the device, giving it to my mistress.

Josephine then removed the dildo proper from the straps and handed the long rod to Sandra. The girl took it and approached me from the foot of the bed. I scarcely needed to be touched to provide the wetness I needed. Sandra pushed it far inside my body, so deep that it came just to the edge of pain. I threw my head back and writhed on the bed as she continued to thrust the object deeply within my folds.

I kicked, though I could scarce move my legs. My hands tightened to fists each time I felt the dildo moving into me. Tears welled in my eyes as she increased the speed. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly Sandra stopped.

“That’s quite enough,” Josephine ordered. I moaned and sighed. I wanted to protest, to beg, but I daren’t speak. I pushed my head back into the pillow trying to catch my breath, aching for release.

Sandra was at my side holding the dildo before me. I could smell the sex upon it and it only served to tempt me more. I heard Josephine order me to clean the device, and I was left to lap our combined juices from the dildo. Sandra pushed it into my mouth, so deep that I nearly gagged on it. She continued to push to that point as tears built in my eyes. But I did not complain. I dared not speak.

I remained three days tied to the bed. I was fed my meals and washed by Sandra each morning. I was left unattended till long into the night. My desire could only grow as I dreamt of the treatment I’d received that first night.

I thought I should die if I was not granted release soon. Each night they would work to excite me with the dildo, but then Josephine would tell Sandra to stop just before I could orgasm, and I had to lick myself from it.

It was all too much for me, and so when the fourth night came, at last I had resolved to beg.

Again they entered my room. Sandra took her place at the foot of the bed and Josephine stood next to her. I raised my head looking toward Josephine but not in the eye. My eyes pleaded. I so dearly wished to speak, and I could only hope she would allow me.

When Josephine motioned toward me, Sandra began to rub the dildo between my folds and just inside my sex. I felt sweat on my brow and tears in my eyes. I shook my head but did not speak. Did not beg.

I thought surely this torture would kill me when at last I heard Josephine. “Speak,” she said.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.” I said, out of breath.

“It does.”

At that moment I found myself thanking a god I did not even believe in. I swallowed hard and raised my head. “I beg you my mistress, grant me release.”

She laughed. “Tisn’t me you should beg, slut.” She gestured to Sandra. “Beg her. Confess your wickedness and beg her.”

My attention turned to Sandra. “I am a filthy whore,” I began. “I beg of you, m’lady, if you would see fit, grant me release.”

Sandra started to move, but was restrained Josephine, who demanded, “What do you want?”

“I want satisfaction, my mistress.”

“And by what means shall you receive it?”

“The dildo, mistress.”

“Now beg her for what you desire.”

I hesitated only a moment in my shame. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “I beg of you, m’lady, fuck this slut before you. Take your dildo and fuck me.” Tears filled my eyes.

Feeling the dildo invading my flesh told me that it had been good enough.

“If you should stop asking, she shall stop her ministrations, and we shall try again tomorrow,” Josephine warned, before shouting, “What are you?!”

“I’m your whore, mistress! Fuck your whore, I beg of you.” It was plunged deep within me and I cried out. My shame overwhelmed me and tears ran from my eyes.

“Why are you so filthy?” she asked.

“Only a slut would desire such wicked pleasure, my mistress. I beg you, don’t stop,” I sobbed.

“Yes, yes, tell me you want this.”

I nodded my head. “If it pleases you, my mistress.” Again I cried out as I felt the wicked device thrust within me. “Yes my mistress, fuck your slut!”

We continued on like this only a few more moments until I nearly screamed as a long pent-up orgasm was finally let loose in my loins. Sandra drove the dildo deep and slow before it gradually subsided.

“Filthy whore.” Josephine spat. “Clean it.”

I was exhausted but did as I was told. They left me then, still tied, but at least my frustrations had been released. I felt degraded and ashamed. I felt dirty. To be rewarded with such pleasure for such a filthy thing shamed me, but I would have done it again a thousand times over. And that would prove only to be the first time I suffered such torment and humiliation.

The following morning I was released and bathed. I made my way down to the table, rubbing my wrists, which were raw and sore. Josephine looked up at me with a smile. “Good morning, whore.” I curtsied before her and waited for her to order me to sit.

It was Monday and we would go to the tea party. I would spend the time as I always did, serving tea and kneeling at her feet, with my shame in her hand. The leash.

Sandra served me breakfast, unable to look at me. I think more than the shame, her manner toward me hurt. In the time since we had made love she so often was forced to do terrible things to me that she could scarce look at me at all.

I had been right to make love to her in my bed. Having the memory of that night saw me through many of my torments. Times when I thought I could take no more. Times when I found myself planning to find my dresses and leave the house in the middle of the night.

And Catherine. So often I reminded myself that I would someday have her strength, I would have her power, I would have even her compassion if only I could endure.

I have them both, Sandra and Catherine, to thank for my survival of the time I was with Josephine.

I learned that morning that while I had been tied to the bed a letter had come for me. Sandra brought it to me, setting it in front of me. I almost reached out and took it but remembered myself.

I glanced at Josephine, then the letter. I could say nothing. I had never learned how to gain her attention without getting the glove in return. I searched my thoughts for any idea I could dream up that might allow me to speak without being spoken to. I could not tear my eyes from the letter. I knew the hand that had addressed it. I knew because I had taught her to write. It was a letter from Alice, and I thought I might die if I did not get to read it soon.

I glanced up to my mistress again and saw her wearing quite the bemused look. I was afraid that if she saw my distress she might never let me read the letter.

Josephine took the letter and my leash and led me into the parlor. She placed the letter on a table then took me to the harp. There she sat for more than an hour playing while I nearly trembled with desire. There could be nothing more precious to me than the letter only paces from where I sat, and with it so close, it yet remained beyond my grasp.

She began to read from one of her books, and again I sat, nearly in tears at her feet. I felt such anger that she should let me suffer so, but still dared not speak.

Dinner was called after sunset and Josephine took up the letter and led me by my leash to the table. I sat down and she leaned the letter against the candlestick directly before me.

I could almost smell the paper it was so close. I could see that Alice had written more than a single page by the bulk of the envelope. I knew that at any moment I might burst into tears.

That was when Sandra entered with a bottle of wine and poured it into my mistress’ glass. She then proceeded to mine. Desperate now, feeling as if my flesh wished to leap from my bones to take the letter in my hand, I looked up at Sandra. “M’lady?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

The maid turned to me, a look of desperation in her eyes.

“I beg of you, would you tell my mistress that her whore wishes to speak, if it would please her?”

Sandra nearly smiled, realizing my ingenuity. I had not made the mistake of speaking to Josephine directly. But there never had been any rule that I could not speak to the staff.

She went to stand at Josephine’s side. My mistress finished her first glass of wine and waited for a second to be poured. Sandra remained silently waiting.

“Is there something more, dear?” Josephine finally asked the maid, knowing full well why she paused. It was not as if she had not heard me.

“M’lady, your whore would like to speak, should it please you.” Sandra curtsied and left quickly.

From the corner of my eye I could see that Josephine seemed quite bemused. At long last she set her fork down and looked at me. I kept my eyes on my plate. “Do you wish to speak?”

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

She dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth and pushed her plate forward. She sipped from her wine then folded her hands before her. “It pleases me.”

“My Mistress I beg of you, may I read my letter?” I spoke with all the desperation I felt.

“And what shall you do for me in return?” she asked.

I hardly had to think about it. “I will do anything, my mistress, you have only to ask.” I felt nothing in saying that. Whether I had said it or not, she would do with me as she pleased anyway.

“Anything, whore?”

“I live only to please you, mistress. I shall deny you nothing.” This was no oath to me, indeed it was already the way of things. I sat nearly holding my breath as I awaited her response.

After a long pause that I thought sure would see me dead from not breathing, Josephine said, “You may read your letter. Take it to your room when you have finished your dinner.”

Dinner. That was all I had to survive. I continued to mind my manners but ate as quickly as I dared. When I had finished, I drained my glass of wine and pushed my plate away.

“Do you wish to leave the table?” Josephine asked.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does.”

I felt my whole body relax. I grabbed the envelope from the table and nearly ran up the stairs to my room. I clasped the letter to my chest as tears trickled down my cheeks. I turned it over and studied the wax seal for a moment, I wished to take in everything there was to this letter. Finally I broke the seal and pulled three sheets of paper from the envelope. Alice’s perfume wafted up to my nostrils as I did, and I felt my knees go weak, smelling her.

I read slowly, hearing Alice’s voice. Catherine had indeed married, and soon became pregnant. Alice said that shortly thereafter her husband had returned from Baltimore to stay in Georgia. Alice did not indicate she knew why, but I was sure I did.

Eliza and she had been doing their best to hold together at least some of the girls, though it was difficult since the tavern was no more and many of the women had been quite secretive about who they were. Catherine’s innermost circle, though, was easier to find.

Alice and Eliza managed to keep six of the girls always invited to the parties together. They hosted overnight parties twice a month on Friday nights. These were nothing like Catherine’s but at least they offered some companionship.

Catherine had promised that after the baby came, she would rejoin the girls and they would at least have one another.

Alice spoke of how deeply she missed me and how lonely she often felt since I had gone. I sobbed as I read her words. I missed her dearly as well. She had been my closest friend in Philadelphia. Perhaps in the whole of the world.

When I finished the letter I folded it again and returned it to the envelope. Then I placed it on the night table, a treasure I could hardly tear my eyes from.

In time Josephine came to my room. She entered and came to me, noticing the letter on the night table. She picked it up and pulled out the pages. Tears welled in my eyes. She would read the letter. The letter meant only for me.

She only glanced at the pages, though, before folding them and returning them to the envelope. “Is it worth the price you will pay?”

“Indeed it is, my mistress,” I said quietly. I turned on the bed and lay on my belly so she could beat me.

Josephine pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood me up, turning me to face her. “Have you anything to say to me?” she asked.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“Indeed.”

“Your whore begs of you the means to respond to this letter, mistress.”

“You ask a great deal. Do you understand the price?”

I had no idea what she would ask, but whatever torture she concocted I must endure. “I do, my mistress.”

“You shall have it then.” She turned to leave. “I will return for you tomorrow.”

Josephine had shown me the closest thing to kindness I would see from her for the rest of the time I was under her tutelage.

There was a desk in my room, but I’d never had need of it until now. It was only moments after Josephine left that Sandra came with all the things I would need to write dear Alice back.

She set the papers down and turned to leave, then looked at me and smiled. “You are the first to have thought of that,” she told me. I looked at her unsure. “To use me to speak with her. No one else ever realized they could. But do not try it again. She was amused this once and may not be so a second time.”

“Do you know what she will do to me?” I asked.

Sandra nodded her head. “I can guess from several possibilities.” She looked sad. “But I dare not tell you, miss. It is better not to know.”

She left me there to my paper and quill. I was concerned, but after so much torment I did not feel fear. I would be degraded and humiliated, and she would say it was because of the letter. But that did not matter, she would have done it anyway.

I wrote Alice back that night. I told her of New York City, the tea party, and I told her pieces about Josephine. I was too ashamed, though, to confess everything to her. Finally I bade her extend my well wishes to all of the girls she could.

The next morning I awoke and bathed, then went down to the dining room. Josephine had not arrived yet. I was not sure what to do. In the end, I remained standing behind my chair, my head bowed. I waited an hour for her. When she came in, she sat, and then allowed me to do the same. We ate quietly, and as was the usual we went to the parlor to pass the day.

With nightfall, we ate, and then I was sent to my room. I did not know what was awaiting me this night, but whatever it was had begun.

Soon after I had closed my door, Sandra entered the room carrying the strangest thing. It was a type of table, though it was much too narrow. It stood low to the floor on four legs and the top was cushioned.

Quietly Sandra placed it on the floor near the edge of the bed. There were metal rings affixed to all four legs of the device. “Get upon it, miss. Kneeling, if you will,” she said quietly.

I did as I was told and she urged me move until I was near the back edge of the object.

“Forgive me, miss.” Sandra proceeded to bind my knees to the rings on the rearmost legs of the table. She moved around to the front and looked up at me with great sorrow in her eyes. “I can’t, miss,” she whispered.

Josephine might arrive at any moment, and I was desperate not to be caught this way. “Sandra, I will be fine. Please do not take the glove on my account. I could not bear the guilt.”

A moment passed, and Sandra nodded her head. “I am so sorry, miss,” she said as she tugged at the leash, pulling me down, making me bend at the waist. She bound my wrists with the rings and silk, leaving me completely vulnerable. My legs were held apart by the legs of the table and I could not raise my chest more than a few inches from it.

It had not escaped my notice that my bare bottom was high in the air and I was helpless to do anything. I remained there, feeling somewhat ill for quite some time before Josephine arrived. She came into my room and a moment later, Sandra placed a blindfold over my eyes. I soon heard the buckles of the dildo and swallowed hard.

The possibilities now were very clear. I did not need to ask or be told. I need not wonder at all.

Sandra entered my sex slowly. She thrust the dildo within me time and again, building my excitement. I drew trembling breaths, praying only that they would let me climax before they did what they had planned.

They did not. Sandra stopped. She withdrew the dildo. I was not entirely sure what they were doing, but I so hoped that I knew. If I could have guessed, Sandra was rubbing oil on to the phallus.

A hand rubbed once over my buttocks. I had tears in my eyes. Soon I felt the tip of the dildo pressing firmly against my anus.

“Beg her for it, whore,” Josephine said from behind me.

Sobbing, I spoke, “Please, m’lady, I beg you, bugger this whore.”

“Louder.”

“I need it,” I said, raising my voice. “Bugger this slut.”

I drew a deep breath as I felt the pressure against my anus increase. It took a moment, but soon Sandra began pushing the phallus inside me. I could tell she was not nearly fully in, but she knew what she was doing. She had managed to enter me as gently as she could and now worked her way deeper. My shame forced tears from my eyes. They would not be seen, though, as the blindfold caught them.

“What do you want, slut?” Josephine said, sounding thrilled with herself.

“I want her to fuck my ass, my mistress.” I cried out.

Sandra began to thrust hard and deep. I felt Josephine kneel close to the table. She moved close to my ear. “Beg her to push harder. Beg her to push deeper,” she ordered.

“Harder, m’lady, fuck me harder,” I sobbed. Sandra increased the speed of the thrusts. “Deeper, m’lady, I’m a whore, I must have it deeper.” Sandra obliged.

My outrage, my humiliation. It nearly overwhelmed me as Josephine forced Sandra to bugger me and made me beg for still more. But finally Sandra stopped. The blindfold was removed, and my bonds were released. I was ordered to lie on my bed where Sandra again tied my arms and legs to the bedposts.

I was still wet with excitement. Even such shame as I had been forced to endure had not deterred my wicked desires. “Frig her,” Josephine ordered.

Sandra reached out and began rubbing my clitoris with her fingers. She dipped her fingers into my opening and slid them about my sex. I raised my hips to greet her. I was panting, warm with excitement, when Josephine stopped the maid and they left.

I was not entirely shocked at this. I had expected no satisfaction this night. I was not even entirely surprised by Josephine’s choice of humiliations.

For six days, I remained tied to the bed. Fed there, bathed there. Kept like a pet, used like the phallus she had violated me with. Josephine ended each night by having Sandra frig me nearly to the point of orgasm, then stopping, and each night it took less until I was there.

On the seventh day I expected the same, but there would be mercy for me.

Josephine entered my room followed by Sandra. The maid climbed onto the bed and lowered her sex to my lips. I was covered by her dress. This I had no difficulty in enjoying. No matter what Josephine made the girl do, I had never blamed her.

Sandra ground herself into my face. I lapped at her, drank in her wetness. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, then returned to her clitoris. She began to moan and move her hips faster.

I felt Sandra’s hand on my head. She was stroking me gently. She gasped and groaned, quickening her pace. Finally, with a heavy shudder she pushed her sex into my mouth and I sucked hard on her clitoris. I prolonged her ecstasy for as long as I could.

Sandra crawled off of the bed and stood quietly. Josephine stepped close and whispered something to her. The girl left. She returned with a dildo in her hand, but it was unlike the one I had grown accustomed to. This one seemed milky white. It did not shine like the ivory or jade or polished wood I had seen before.

“Ivory, covered in something they call rubber.” Josephine said, seeing my expression. “It cost more than that bed you’re laying on. It’s as soft as calfskin. Such a shame that in all too short a time it will crumble to dust.”

Sandra oiled the dildo then rubbed it against my sex. It felt softer, more enticing. The girl pushed it in to me and I was shocked at how gentle it seemed. Sandra worked it in and out of me slowly. I lay there moving in time and simply enjoying the feel of it. I hardly noticed that I had been steadily increasing my pace.

I expected at any moment Josephine would stop us, and I would be left another day unsatisfied. I had all but given in to the inevitable when I remembered the last such time I had suffered this.

It was like a game of sorts. I could not beg Josephine. I could not speak to her, but I could Sandra. As she quickened the pace, I cried out, “I must have it! I am a filthy whore, I beg of you, fuck me!”

A glance at Josephine assured me I had not made a mistake. Sandra sped up. She seemed glad that I had spoken.

“Fuck me, m’lady, I beg of you!” I cried again. I glanced down to see Sandra smiling. “Deeper. Fuck me harder!” I begged. She did exactly what I asked and I could feel my climax building. “I’m a filthy whore, fuck me!”

I screamed, I thrashed and banged my head against the pillow as the orgasm tore through me. Sandra pushed the dildo inside as far as she could, then began rubbing my clitoris with her thumb.

Tears rolled out of my eyes again, but not from shame. From the power of the release I now enjoyed.

When my climax subsided, I was untied and left alone to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I wondered to myself… if I had begged so, would they have gratified me on the very first night?

Author’s note: Rubber, indigenous to South America, was introduced in 1736 to Europe. In 1770, its first modern practical use (as an eraser) was demonstrated. That it could have been used in 1796 as coating for a dildo is speculative to the highest degree, but was fun for the purpose of this story.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Amanda Lynn

With the girls in their room, Stephanie and Neve relaxed in the living room. Neve opened the bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. Clinking their glasses together, they sunk back into the sofa before taking a drink.

They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the wine and the soft music that played from the stereo. Neve turned and shifted her position to face Stephanie.

“Mom was asking about you,” Neve said, breaking the silence. “You really should go visit them occasionally.”

“I called her on her birthday,” Stephanie replied curtly. She felt her brow furrow as she glared at her sister.

“Yeah. Four months ago!”

Stephanie didn’t respond right away. She took another swallow of wine first, pushing down the irritation that was building inside her. Deep down she did feel bad that she didn’t talk to her mother more often. It wasn’t her mother’s fault that their father was such a bigoted asshole. Still, her mother wouldn’t do anything to refute the crap that he spewed, nor would she stand up for her daughters when they were subjected to one of his tirades.

“Neve, please. I don’t want to rehash this,” Stephanie finally said, feeling the heat in her face rise. “You know how I feel about them. You were there when I came out to them. You heard what he said to me. Mom just stood there and said nothing, just like she always does.”

“That was more than a decade ago, Steph,” Neve said, keeping her voice neutral.

“And he is just as much of a prick now as he was then,” Stephanie said, her voice rising in volume. She felt her stomach churn and wondered if coming to the cottage had been a mistake.

Neve held her hand up in surrender but maintained eye contact with her sister. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Stephanie averted her eyes to the big picture window and looked out onto the lake. The surface of the water was dark and still, reflecting the pale light of the moon. Virgin forest surrounded the lake, with a handful of cottages lining the same piece of shoreline. She loved the view of the lake from this window, always had. Stephanie took a deep breath and slowly released it. Her anger faded.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,” Stephanie said after she calmed herself. They lifted their glasses to one another and took a hearty swig.

“It was quite a shocker though,” Neve started, “when only two months after you came out to us, you announced you were pregnant.”

“I bet it was,” Stephanie snorted as she eyed her sister. Neve was digging again. She couldn’t really blame her though. Stephanie had given her sister hardly any details about Piper’s conception.

“It’s been over ten years now, Steph. Do you think you could open up just a little bit about it?” Neve looked at her pleadingly, squinting through the two fingers she held close together as if trying to pinch something. “Other than the guy’s name being Kevin, and that he didn’t rape you, I know nothing about the circumstances.”

Stephanie reached for the bottle and topped up her glass and then her sister’s. Placing the bottle down, she sat back in her seat and tucked her feet under her. She studied her sister’s face for a few moments and then sighed.

“You really want to know, don’t you?” she asked, then sipped at her wine.

“Yes, I do, Steph. Please.”

“Very well then,” Stephanie sipped again. “Do you remember Cait? The girl I was seeing in college?”

“That hot redhead? How could I forget? I was a little jealous when you introduced her to me,” Neve said, with a chuckle.

“The one and the same,” Stephanie smiled at the memory. “Anyway, what you may not have known is that Cait was bi.”

“Go on,” Neve said adjusting her position to better focus her attention on Stephanie as she told the story.

“Well, one night after we were back from Christmas break, we were lying in bed, and she said that she wanted to have a threesome with a guy. Apparently she had been thinking about it for a while,” Stephanie explained as she stood and headed for the kitchen. “Where are the chips?”

“Cupboard by the microwave. Dip’s in the fridge.”

“Anyway, I thought she meant she wanted to do it with two guys, or with a guy and another girl. But to my surprise, she wanted to do it with me. I mean, she knew I was a lesbian and guys just didn’t do anything for me. Still don’t,” Stephanie continued as she pulled the chips from the cupboard and opened the bag.

“But you agreed?” Neve asked

“Not right away. I told Cait she could do it with another couple and I wouldn’t be jealous, which was a lie, of course. But she didn’t want that. She wanted it with me.” Stephanie came back into the living room, the chips in the same big bowl they had just cleaned, along with the dip on a tray.

“If she had wanted the third to be a girl, would you have?

“Probably,” Stephanie said with a smile. She sat and took a sip of wine. “I said no, but she kept pestering me about it. Then one night, after some very convincing persuasion with her tongue, I agreed, but with some stipulations.”

“Ah! The old coercion by cunnilingus trick,” Neve laughed. “So, what were the stipulations?”

Stephanie smiled and chuckled too. “He couldn’t kiss my mouth, and his cock was to stay away from all of my orifices,” Stephanie pushed a dip-covered chip into her mouth.

Neve laughed. “That was pretty specific. So, what then? He could play with your tits and lick your snatch, finger your ass even?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Stephanie grabbed more chips. “These damn things are addictive,” she said, waving a chip at Neve.

Neve took a chip, dipped it, and tasted it. “I see what you mean.” She sipped at her wine. “So, you said you told him no dick. You said before, though, that you weren’t raped. All that leaves us with is either Cait grew a penis, or immaculate conception.”

Stephanie laughed loudly. “No. No. Nothing as spectacular as that.” She took another chip and then pushed the bowl toward Neve.

“As you know, the guy’s name was Kevin, a friend of Cait’s. I had met him a couple of times at social events. Nice guy, handsome, you would have liked him,” Stephanie said, winking at Neve. “Anyway, that’s who Cait chose for our third. The night started great. We went for dinner, and then to a club for a while.”

She took another drink, then refilled her glass. “We ended up back at Cait’s apartment, as planned, where Cait and I got into the wine. Then, the pot came out.” She gave Neve a shy smile.

Neve’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Pot! As in marijuana? Really?” she laughed with amazement. “My little sister smoked a joint! Oh, my god!”

“What!” Stephanie tossed a pillow at her, almost knocking the wine from her hand. “I’m not a prude, you know.”

“Okay. Okay. Go on, you pothead,” Neve smiled.

Stephanie stuck out her tongue at her sister. “So, we passed the joint around until it was gone, then headed for the bedroom. At first, Kevin just wanted to watch me and Cait do each other for a while, which we did. Once we had gotten each other off, he joined in. He went down on her and fucked her for a while as I played with myself. He went down on me too and wasn’t that bad, for a guy. Poor Cait didn’t last very long though. With all the booze and pot in her system, she passed out.”

Stephanie paused for another drink. “I wasn’t feeling any pain either, and I was still conscious. I was lying on the bed, still horny as hell, and he was kneeling on the foot of the bed, cock in hand.” Stephanie felt her face warm, not sure if it was the wine or her embarrassment of what she was about to tell. “This is where it gets a bit embarrassing, and stupid, actually,” she said, giving Neve a bashful look.

“Oh? Do tell.” Neve said, a wide grin on her face.

“Now, keep in mind I was under the influence of a mind-altering substance.” Stephanie paused for effect.

“Yeah, okay. Continue,” Neve said, anxiously waiting for the steamy details.

“As I lay there looking at his cock, I had convinced myself that letting him fuck me would be pretty much the same as if Cait was fucking me with her strap-on. I mean technically, according to Merriam-Webster, I was still a virgin. I had never had a real cock in me before that night.”

“You actually thought that?” Neve laughed out loud and slapped her leg.

“Hey! I’m being serious here,” Stephanie said and swatted at her sister, a sheepish grin on her face.

“You’re right. Sorry,” Neve said, placing her hand over her mouth, trying to hide the grin and suppress a laugh. “Go on.”

Stephanie felt her ears burn. “Well, then I handed him a fresh condom from the pack on the nightstand, and got on my hands and knees.”

“So, he fucked you doggy style, and you… what? Pretended he was an ugly, hairy chick with a strap-on?”

“Gross! But, yeah, essentially correct. He was rough, fucked me hard and fast, and didn’t last very long. When he finished he simply pulled out and went to the bathroom. I curled up on the bed, tired, sore, and a bit humiliated. When he came out of the bathroom, he didn’t say a word, didn’t look at me. Just got his clothes and left. I cuddled up next to Cait and went to sleep.”

“I take it the condom broke?” Neve asked in a soft voice.

“Yep,” Stephanie paused to sip her wine. “Cait found about it the next day after talking to Kevin but didn’t bother to tell me. I didn’t find out until weeks later when I told her I was late for my period.”

“And that’s why you broke up with her?”

Stephanie nodded. “And that’s why I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. Especially Dad. God. He called me a dyke whore just for getting pregnant. Can you imagine if he knew the sordid details of how it happened?” Emotion welled up in her voice.

“Yeah, I can only imagine,” Neve said, sympathy in her voice.

After a long silence, she continued. “Well, even with all their faults, they do love their grandchildren,” Neve offered.

Stephanie grunted. “Yeah. And they like to spoil them too.”

Neve moved next to her sister and took her in her arms. Stephanie melted into her sister’s comforting embrace. It felt good, Neve holding her like this, much better than the usual familial embrace. She sighed, feeling Neve’s warm cheek touch hers.

“I’ve missed you, little sister,” Neve whispered.

Stephanie didn’t move. She felt something stir in her. Her sister’s hushed voice sounded so alluring, so inviting that she dared not look. A hand touched her chin and tilted her face upward. She kept her eyes closed until she felt a soft pair of lips brush hers. When she opened her eyes, she was looking directly into Neve’s smoldering eyes.

Their lips only touched for a fleeting moment, and it felt wonderful. Stephanie remembered their childhood when they would hide away somewhere in the house and kiss and touch and make love. Before she had ended it with Neve. Before she had broken her sister’s heart.

“Neve, I… ” She never got to finish. Neve placed a finger to her lips and shushed her. She took Stephanie’s hand and pulled her to her feet, leading her to the center of the room. She placed a hand on Stephanie’s hip then took a hand in hers.

Neve began to move, leading Stephanie in rhythm to a slow song that was playing on the stereo. Stephanie studied her sister’s face as they glided around the open space. Neve was smiling, never taking her eyes off Stephanie’s.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s called dancing,” Neve said with a grin. “All the kids are doing it.”

“You’re funny,” Stephanie said with a snicker. She felt a little silly but didn’t put up a fuss.

“Do you remember when we use to dance like this, Steph? Mom and Dad would be gone for the day, and we would get out the old records and play them. We would dance around the living room and laugh and carry on.”

Stephanie smiled up at her big sister. Neve was two years older and as many inches taller too. “Yeah, I do. We would dance for a long while then go upstairs and…” she trailed off. Stephanie saw the flirty grin cross her sister’s face, her eyes so inviting.

“If we’re going to slow dance, then I’d rather do it this way,” Stephanie said. Glancing away, she moved her hands and wrapped them around the back of Neve’s neck, letting her forearms rest on Neve’s shoulders.

Neve moved her hands to Stephanie’s waist and pulled her in.

Stephanie felt the heat radiating from her sister. She looked up at Neve and smiled. Their movement slowed, and they stayed in one spot, gently rotating in a clockwise direction. Stephanie looked at her sister’s lips, they were full and glistened in the light. She wanted to kiss them. She rested her face against her sister’s shoulder. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Surely Neve could feel it against her own chest. She loved her sister, but could they rekindle what she had ended so many years ago?

She looked up at Neve again. Neve kissed her. Not a fleeting peck this time, but a real kiss. She held it, her lips moving slightly. Stephanie felt Neve’s embrace tighten around her. She felt the fire inside her belly, the desire building.

The song ended, and so did the kiss. The two sisters looked at each other, neither of them speaking.

A muffled cry from the girls’ room broke the silence. “I’m coming!”

The women looked in the direction of the bedrooms then back to each other. Stephanie watched Neve’s expression change to one of amusement, the corners of her mouth turning upward.

“Well, someone just had an orgasm. I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, though,” Neve chuckled.

“Shouldn’t we do something?” Stephanie said when she realized that Neve wasn’t giving any indication of moving.

“Why?” Neve said, pulling Stephanie in close again. “We were the same age as Brooke and Piper are now when we started having sex together.”

Stephanie wrapped her arms around her sister. She didn’t have a reason. Why would she? She knew the girls were having sex. But Neve didn’t know she knew.

“Does it bother you that Piper is having sex with Brooke and Amber?” Neve asked.

Stephanie just shook her head. “Uh-uh.” She wasn’t sure what to say anyway. It then occurred to her that Neve didn’t seem the least bit surprised that her own daughter was having sex with two other girls in the next room. Stephanie guessed that Neve had heard or maybe even seen Brooke with another girl. Possibly even with Piper, just like she had watched Piper and Amber.

She felt her sex growing moist with the arousing thought and wondered, just for a moment, if Neve may have possibly been with Brooke. She sighed and held her sister a little tighter.

“Steph?”

“Hm?”

“I want to kiss you some more.”

Stephanie felt her heart pounding in her chest again. Butterflies filled her stomach. She wanted to kiss her sister. She wanted to feel the things she had when they were young. She loved her sister. She wanted to make love to her sister again. But what about Piper? What about Brooke? Or Amber? Hell, what would Neve think if she knew about her relationship with the two young girls?

“Neve, what are we doing?” she asked softly.

“Nothing right now. But I would love to be kissing you if you would show me your face.”

“You know what I mean.”

Neve paused, her hands roaming her sister’s back. “It was too late by the time I came to understand why you ended our relationship back then. I regretted that it caused us to fight, to not speak at all for four years.” Neve wiped at the tears on her sister’s face. “One of the happiest days of my life was when we started talking again, when we made up. I had hoped we could go back to the way we were before. But I respected your decision. Still, I have never stopped thinking about us. I have missed us very much, Steph. We may see each other quite regularly now, but I still miss you none the less.”

Tears burned her eyes at her sister’s confession. Stephanie missed that part of their relationship too. She missed the intimate closeness they had shared when they were so young. And now their daughters were sharing that closeness in the other room.

“Neve, I love you so much,” she said drawing her face away from her sister’s chest and looking up at her. The tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I love you too, little sister.” Neve kissed away the tears, then kissed her lips.

Stephanie moaned softly, feeling her sister’s tongue sweep into her mouth. She was on fire, the desire in her begging for attention. She moved her hands from around her sister’s neck to her back. She found the hem of Neve’s tee shirt and pushed her fingers underneath. The warmth of her sister’s skin on hers was soothing.

As their tongues danced, Neve grabbed Stephanie’s ass and pulled her in tight. Stephanie felt her sister’s thigh press against her crotch. Ribbons of pleasure flashed from her core. Her pussy was wet, her arousal dampening her panties.

Stephanie’s hands moved further up her sister’s back. Finding the strap of her bra, she unfastened it. Neve moaned. Their kiss broke, and both women panted. They gazed into each other’s eyes as Stephanie brought her hands around, still under the tee, and slid the bra up and cupped her sister’s breasts.

Neve smiled, her own hands reaching for the button of Stephanie’s jeans. With ease, she popped the button and pulled the zipper down. She pushed her hands down the back of her sister’s pants and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass. Stephanie quivered with equal parts nervousness and excitement. She wanted this, but she was also terrified. Her pussy was dripping, and her stomach churned. She knew she had to act before she lost her nerve.

Stephanie looked up at her sister’s seductive eyes and, for a moment, lost herself in their brilliance. “Neve?” she croaked.

“Uh-huh?”

“Make love to me.”

The corners of Neve’s mouth curled into a sexy, enticing smile. She took her hands from Stephanie’s pants and laced her fingers with Stephanie’s, then led her down the hall, past the quiet of the girls’ room, and into the master bedroom.

With the door closed, Stephanie moved to her sister and eagerly tugged Neve’s shirt over her head and pulled her bra off before she had a chance to change her mind. Neve grabbed her hands, stopping her.

“Steph. Sweetie. Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” Neve said sweetly, pulling Stephanie in for a kiss.

They kissed hungrily for a moment, then Neve stopped and began to undress her sister. Stephanie stood still and let her pull the garment over her head. She moaned softly when Neve leaned in and kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. Neve reached around behind Stephanie and unfastened her bra, pulling it free, and letting it fall to the floor.

Grasping her shoulders, Neve guided her backward, never breaking eye contact. Stephanie’s legs bumped against the bed, and without a word, she fell back onto the mattress. Stephanie helped push the snug jeans off her hips as Neve tugged at the cuffs. With a final yank, the jeans slid off and landed on the floor.

Stephanie sat up and finishing pulling off the panties that hung at her knees. She watched her sister wiggle her hips as she pushed her own jeans down those long slender legs, making a show of her impromptu striptease. Stephanie licked her lips when Neve’s sex came into view. Her eyes moved back up to Neve’s then traveled over her sister’s lean, fit, and tanned body. From the hard, dark nipples of her supple breasts to her flat belly, across her trimmed bush down her firm legs. It had been fourteen years since she had seen Neve naked, and she was still just as gorgeous.

She felt her heart pound in her heaving chest, watching with eager anticipation as her sister approached the bed with a playful swagger. Stephanie’s breath caught when Neve dropped to her knees and pushed her legs apart, planting kisses on the soft skin of her thigh, blazing a trail upward.

Trembling, Stephanie moaned and spread herself wider, inviting her sister to do whatever she pleased with her. Neve continued to plant soft little kisses until she reached the juncture of her groin.

“Are you okay?” Neve asked softly. Her warm breath on Stephanie’s labia brought a small shudder from her.

“Yes. Please, don’t stop,” Stephanie pleaded between breaths.

When she felt Neve continue kissing her everywhere but where she wanted, Stephanie pushed her hips up ever so slightly. Her clit was throbbing, begging for attention, and Stephanie reached down to touch herself there. Before she could do anything, Neve brushed the hand away, and her mouth took its place. Stephanie drew a sharp breath at the feeling of Neve’s delightfully talented tongue twisting and swirling over her sensitive bud.

“God, yes,” she murmured.

The flashes of intense pleasure that shot from her center caused her to gasp and moan and twitch so much that Neve had to hold her by the hips to keep her steady as she devoured her. Stephanie’s climax was building quickly, and she knew it would be strong. Sex with Amber and Piper was terrific, but they were young, inexperienced. Neve, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing and was proving that right now.

Stephanie’s back arched off the bed for a moment as two fingers pushed deep into her core. More powerful waves raced across her body. She gulped for air as Neve licked and sucked and toyed with her slick and swollen labia and clit. With curved fingers pumping into her sodden pussy, caressing that special spot, Stephanie arched once more, a scream caught in her throat.

A feeling of warmth and euphoria washed over her, overwhelming her senses. For the longest moment, she was blind and deaf to everything except this bliss that Neve was giving her. Stephanie floated there peacefully until her lungs, aching, forced her to breathe. Sucking in a deep breath, Stephanie collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh my god, Neve, what did you do to me?” she panted.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Neve giggled, kissing Stephanie’s pussy once more. “You wouldn’t believe how wet you are right now.” She kissed her way along Stephanie’s sweat-coated skin, stopping long enough to kiss each pointed nipple then up to her mouth.

When their mouths met, Stephanie wrapped her arms tightly around her sister. Their mouths moved together as they played. Neve sucked on Stephanie’s tongue then Stephanie sucked on her sister’s lower lip.

Forgotten feelings from long ago welled up inside Stephanie. For a moment she was fourteen again, lying naked with her sister in her bed, playfully kissing after some magical sex while their parents were out. Could she really feel this way again, for more than just tonight? She wanted to. But would Neve want to? It would be so wonderful, Stephanie thought as she squeezed her sister again.

But right now, she had something else to do. Her sister had just given her a wonderfully fantastic orgasm, the first one from her in over fourteen years. She had to reciprocate. Hell, she wanted nothing more at this moment than to please her sister.

With a twist of her hips, she rolled Neve onto her back while she managed to stay wrapped in her arms. Giving her one more kiss on her sweet lips, Stephanie brushed her mouth over Neve’s jawline then sucked her earlobe. She kissed her neck, then throat, and sucked on the salty flesh over her collarbone. Stephanie was enjoying this, touching her sister again in such an intimate way.

Neve was also enjoying herself. She made soft mewing sounds with each of Stephanie’s kisses.

These sounds thrilled Stephanie as she traced her tongue along the collarbone to her sister’s sternum, feeling the excited rise and fall of Neve’s chest.

Kissing along the slope of one magnificent breast, Stephanie soon reached the puffy nipple, its long tip standing hard and erect. Stephanie kissed it gently, eliciting an approving moan from Neve.

“Oh, Steph…” Neve groaned.

Stephanie played the tip of her tongue around the dark pebbled flesh of the areola, coating it with her saliva. Then, with the flat of her tongue, she pressed down on the bud for a moment before sucking as much flesh into her mouth as she could, releasing it immediately with a soft pop.

Giggling as Neve moaned, she sucked it back into her mouth, this time holding it as she pinched the other nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Stephanie felt fingers tangle in her hair, gently pushing at the back of her head. She released her suction on the nipple and flicked it with her tongue, Neve’s hand still driving her into the fleshy globe.

Maintaining contact with her mouth on one nipple and her fingers on the other, Stephanie partially moved her body off Neve so that she lay against her, with one leg over Neve’s. As Stephanie gave her nipple a hard twist, Neve gave a strangled cry. Stephanie moved her hand down to the patch of damp curls above her sister’s cleft.

Stephanie looked up at her sister’s face, not taking her mouth off her nipple. Neve had closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, and she breathed soft whines and moans. As Stephanie played with the patch of hair on her sister’s mons, she felt the muscles twitch in response to her touch.

“Oh, god, yes,” Neve gasped when Stephanie pushed her hand over her labia. Stephanie’s fingers dipped into the slick, smooth folds and moved through the ample supply of thick arousal.

Neve bucked in response to the new source of stimulation to her already aroused pussy.

Stephanie withdrew her hand long enough to bring her juice-covered finger to her mouth and sample her sister’s honey. She placed her hand back on her sister’s labia and rubbed gently as she slid down her body and left a fiery trail of kisses all the way to her belly.

Resting her head there, Stephanie began to explore her sister’s sex. Using two fingers she caressed the slick folds, gathering up more of the creamy juice then applied it to the engorged clit that stood proud, peeking from under its hood. Neve twitched when Stephanie started rubbing in slow circles with her fingers. Soon, Neve’s hips were pushing upward repeatedly at Stephanie’s touch.

“Steph, please!” Neve pleaded.

“Tell me what you want, Sis,” Stephanie said softly.

“Eat me. Make me come. Please,” she whimpered.

Stephanie was not about to deny Neve’s request. Rolling off her sister, she moved between her already splayed legs and lowered her mouth. The scent of Neve’s arousal filled her nostrils, making her lightheaded with the excitement of going down on her sister again after all this time. Taking a calming breath, Stephanie brought her sister into her mouth and pushed her tongue into the wet heat of her folds.

Neve jerked, and once again putting her hand on the back of Stephanie’s head, tangling her fingers in her hair.

It was almost painful, but Stephanie didn’t protest. Instead, she focused her attention on pleasuring her sister. Stephanie swirled her tongue around until she was circling her entrance, teasing it for several moments.

Neve rocked her hips, smearing her juices all over Stephanie’s mouth and chin and cheeks.

Grabbing hold of Neve’s hips, Stephanie pushed her tongue into her core, slowly fucking her. Neve groaned and twitched and squirmed while Stephanie’s tongue explored the smooth walls of her vagina.

Taking a hand from Neve’s hip, Stephanie coated a finger with the juices that were dripping down the crack of Neve’s ass and then toyed with her sister’s anus. Neve gave a grunt as Stephanie’s finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and sunk into her rectum. Letting the finger rest there for a moment, Stephanie pushed her tongue up through her folds and swirled around the nerve bundle that stood at the top of her slit.

“Fuck, Steph. Right there. Yes!” Neve had to force the words out as she gasped for air.

Sucking the engorged clit into her mouth, Stephanie scraped her teeth across the sensitive flesh, then flicked it repeatedly with her tongue. Stephanie felt Neve’s hands holding her head as she tried to push herself harder against Stephanie’s mouth. She increased her efforts on Neve’s clit and waggled the finger that was deep in her ass.

It only took a few more moments before Neve’s orgasm consumed her. Neve stiffened and shook as she gave a strangled cry. Stephanie slowly removed her finger from her sister’s ass and crawled back up to lay beside her. She watched Neve breathe, slowly tracing a meandering finger over her belly as she recovered from her climax.

“Hey there,” Stephanie said with a smile when Neve’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey yourself,” Neve replied dreamily. “That was so intense.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into a warm embrace and kissed her deeply, still euphoric from the sex and the renewal of the forbidden feelings she had once had for her sister. Resting her head back on the pillow, Stephanie brushed the hair from Neve’s smiling face. She sighed contently, happy that they had reconnected at this level. But she couldn’t help but think about their daughters. What would they think of their mothers fucking? With Piper and Brooke having sex with each other, would that make them more receptive to the idea?

Pulled from her thoughts when a hand fondly caressed her shoulder, Stephanie looked at Neve and smiled, sighing once again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Neve said.

“I was just thinking,” Stephanie said.

“Yes, I know. Hence the offer,” Neve chuckled.

“Are we going to do this again?”

Neve gave Stephanie a bright smile. “If you want. Except I need a few minutes to recover first.”

Stephanie giggled, “So do I. But I meant in the future.” She saw Neve’s smile falter.

“I really hope so,” Neve said, before meekly adding, “but if you don’t want to…”

Stephanie’s stomach lurched at the hint of sadness in her sister’s voice. Wanting to quickly remove any doubts that she might be having, she brought her lips to Neve’s and kissed her softly.

“Neve, I do. I really do. Please believe me,” she said stroking her sister’s cheek with her thumb until Neve’s smile returned. Stephanie kissed her once more. “I was just concerned about the girls. Do we tell them? I mean, how long will we be able to hide this from them?”

Neve sighed, taking Stephanie’s hand, and kissing her palm. “You’re right. Perhaps we should just tell them. We can sit them down, together, and give them the whole story.” Holding Stephanie’s hand to her chest, Neve rolled onto her back.

“I think they’d probably be understanding. With them being lovers and all,” Neve said, turning her head to look at her sister.

A shiver of excitement ran through Stephanie at the sound of Neve’s words. “You think they’ve had sex together before tonight?” she asked.

Neve nodded. “They have a couple of times that I know about, during sleepovers. They’re not always as quiet as maybe they should be.” Grinning, Neve added, “You didn’t know?”

Stephanie wasn’t sure how much she should reveal. She really wanted to tell her sister everything that had happened between her and Piper and Amber. But she wasn’t sure how Neve would react to such a revelation, so she decided to keep that quiet for now.

“Well, not actual sex sex.”

“Huh?” Neve said raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“They’ve been masturbating together online. I found the videos on Piper’s PC,” Stephanie said, watching Neve’s reaction.

Much to Stephanie’s relief, Neve laughed. “Wow. Really?” After a short pause, she continued. “I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Brooke loves to masturbate. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve walked in on her, or heard her coming in her room.”

Stephanie smiled at the thought. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Snorting, Neve gave her a grin. “Her masturbating? Or the online stuff?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “I’m perfectly fine with her masturbating. I’m happy she does and that she can make herself come so easily. As for the online stuff, well, if it’s only with Piper, I’m fine. I wouldn’t be if she were doing it with strangers though.”

“I know Piper isn’t. I checked her chat logs, and they were just with Brooke,” Stephanie paused, then said, “I walked in on Piper masturbating the other day.”

“Bet that embarrassed the hell out of her,” Neve chuckled.

“She didn’t hear me walk in. She was masturbating to a video of… ” Stephanie hesitated.

“Porn?”

Stephanie giggled. “No. It was a video of Amber.”

“Okay. And?” Neve asked, trying to draw more information out of Stephanie.

“She was… ” Stephanie swallowed. “Masturbating on my sofa. Amber, that is.” Again, she watched for Neve’s reaction.

“She let Piper record her masturbating?” There was surprise in Neve’s voice but Stephanie also thought she detected excitement there.

“No. Piper had snuck into the living room and recorded it without her knowledge.”

“Wow. Was it hot?” Neve asked, eyes wide. The excitement Stephanie thought she had detected was clear now.

Still, the question surprised Stephanie. She couldn’t mean the video, could she? What else could she mean? It was indeed a hot video, but the fact that her sister was asking this seemed almost too good to be true. Could a video of a fourteen-year-old girl masturbating turn her on? If so, what other sexy things might she be open to? She could feel herself become wet at the idea of Neve being interested in young girls just like she was.

She raised an eyebrow as she studied her sister. “If I said yes, would you think I’m a pervert?”

Neve shook her head. “No,” she answered quickly. “Have you looked at Amber? Don’t you think she’s sexy?

Holy fuck! She can’t be serious, Stephanie thought. Neve has the hots for Amber. Not that she could blame her. Amber is a sexy girl.

Stephanie smiled shyly. “Yes, she’s very sexy, and yes, it was a hot video.”

“Damn,” Neve muttered. “Did she come? In the video?”

“Yes.”

“Did you?”

Stephanie felt the heat rise in her face. “I… um…” she stammered.

“You did!” Neve laughed. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

Stephanie groaned and buried her face in the pillow. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment. Neve rolled onto her side again and rubbed Stephanie’s back as she kissed her on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Steph. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she paused. “Do you still have the video?”

Stephanie pulled her face from the pillow and looked at her sister, shocked once again by one of her questions. She nodded, “At home. On my laptop.”

“Too bad,” Neve said, frowning slightly as she caressed Stephanie’s hip. “We could have got off to it together.” There was a mischievous smirk on her face.

This was too much. Her sister apparently felt an attraction to young girls, just as Stephanie did. She was very horny right now and reached a hand for Neve and caressed her arm.

“Can I ask you a question?” Stephanie asked.

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to answer, and please don’t get upset by it.”

“Okay,” Neve agreed, looking quizzically at her sister.

Stephanie paused and took a deep breath. She wanted to come right out and ask her if she was fucking Brooke, but knew that wouldn’t be the right approach. Was there a right approach?

“Umm, when you walked in on Brooke, you know, masturbating. Did it…”

“Did it what, Steph?” Neve said calmly.

“Did it… excite you?” Stephanie chewed at her bottom lip, and searched her sister’s face. There was no hint of anger or disapproval. Not yet.

After what felt like an eternity, Neve quietly said, “Did it excite you?” The corner of her mouth crept up into a smile.

Stephanie frowned. “I asked you first.”

“I don’t know. If I said, ‘Yes,’ would you think me a pervert?” Neve winked at Stephanie, using the question Stephanie had asked her earlier.

Stephanie’s smile returned. “No, I guess not.”

“Then, yeah. It did,” Neve grinned and put her lips next to Stephanie’s ear. “It made me wet,” she said in a husky voice.

Stephanie moaned, and once again, felt her ears burn at her automatic response to Neve’s confession. Turning her head, she kissed her sister’s mouth and brushed her knuckles across her cheek. The heat between her legs was growing. She wasn’t sure, but Neve seemed to sense it and placed her hand on Stephanie’s belly, teasing her way lower.

“Really?” Stephanie gasped the question.

“Uh-huh,” Neve’s hand moved into Stephanie’s damp curls, playing there for a moment. She pushed a finger into her sister’s slick folds, finding an abundance of new arousal. Neve purred, “And it seems the thought is turning you on.”

Stephanie groaned and pushed her pelvis up, inviting Neve to touch further. She was panting and felt the familiar pressure building again. She reached for Neve and pulled her in for another long, wet kiss.

“What about you?” Neve asked as her finger found Stephanie’s engorged clit. “Did seeing little Piper touch herself get you excited?”

“Yes,” Stephanie moaned softly. She twitched as the pleasure rippled through her body. The thought of Neve getting wet while watching Brooke, and maybe even masturbating to that image, pushed Stephanie closer to the edge.

“Oh, Neve,” she whimpered.

“Did it turn you on watching Amber come on your sofa, knowing Piper played with her own pussy watching Amber come?” Neve whispered into her ear in a low sultry voice as she rubbed Stephanie’s clit vigorously.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” Stephanie cried out.

She couldn’t take anymore. The questions brought back all the memories of that night and the following day, images of Piper masturbating to the video of Amber. Stephanie felt the orgasm take her and time seemed to slow as she fell into the abyss. Ecstasy wrapped around her like a blanket and lay her back on the mattress before slowing fading away.

The sensations of the real world touched her skin and Stephanie opened her eyes. Still panting, she looked bleary-eyed at Neve, who smiled back and kissed her softly.

“Oh, wow, Neve. That was…”

Neve giggled, “I’m sure it was.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into an embrace, kissing and nipping at her neck. She pushed her leg between Neve’s, resting her thigh against her pussy. Reaching down, she cupped the fleshy globe of her ass and squeezed.

Neve moaned softly, and Stephanie felt her sister’s hip rock, pushing her sodden pussy against her thigh.

“That’s it, Neve,” she whispered huskily. “Hump my leg. Think of sexy Amber fingering her pussy on my sofa.”

Neve groaned. “Damn, Steph. You’re such a tease.”

Stephanie giggled and sucked on her earlobe. She moved her thigh in rhythm with the roll of Neve’s pelvis.

Neve’s thick, creamy juices coated Stephanie’s thigh, allowing her sister to move smoothly against her. Neve moaned, and Stephanie felt her blunt nails drag along her back.

“Amber is getting close now, Neve. She’s calling your name.”

Neve’s response was immediate. The urgency of her thrusts increased, and she groaned loudly. Neve was breathing rapidly, her body soaked in sweat. The smell of their arousal filled the air.

“Fuck, Steph,” Neve called out as her body stiffened and her sex pressed harder against Stephanie’s thigh.

Stephanie could feel the flood of her sister’s arousal flow across her skin and her nails dig into her shoulders as Neve gripped her tightly.

Finally, Neve gasped and relaxed against Stephanie, easing her grip.

They held each other in silence for the longest while. Stephanie sighed. This felt so wonderful, holding her sister, her lover. She was in a good place right now, and she hoped it would last forever. Feeling soft kisses on her neck, she purred.

“Steph, that was so hot. Thank you,” Neve said dreamily.

Stephanie chuckled. “You’re welcome, but really, you did all the work. I just gave you some narrative.”

“And what a wonderful narrative it was.” She kissed her sister’s neck again. “Let’s get under the covers.”

Nodding, but not wanting to move from the embrace, Stephanie reluctantly untangled herself from her sister. She stood, only long enough to pull back the covers. They quickly got in, pulled the covers back up, and resumed their embrace.

As they lay there in each other’s arms, kissing tenderly, Stephanie wondered about the dirty talk that had just transpired. Neve had gotten off to the verbal imagery of Amber masturbating that Stephanie had provided. She couldn’t help but wonder then if Neve could or would be willing to take the next step and make the fantasy a reality. Of course, Amber would have to be a willing participant. Maybe after she and Neve talked to their daughters about their renewed romance, they could approach Amber with that idea.

“Neve?”

“Yeah,” she said sleepily.

“If you could, without the worry of any negative ramifications, would you have sex with Amber?”

Silence. All Stephanie could hear, for what felt like forever, was Neve’s breathing. Stephanie felt uneasy. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Perhaps Neve was fine with fantasy taboo sex scenarios, but not so in the real world. Was Neve upset that she could even think of such a thing? Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but Neve spoke first.

“Yes,” Neve said quietly, not moving. “Providing that is what she wanted.”

Stephanie smiled, happy to know now that the idea of having sex with young girls for real didn’t repulse Neve. Fantasizing about it and really doing it were two distinct things, as Stephanie knew all too well. Still, the positive response didn’t answer the question that plagued her. How would Neve respond to the fact that she was having sex with underage girls, her own daughter being one of them?

“Does that bother you?” Neve said in response to Stephanie’s prolonged silence.

Stephanie smiled “Hell, no!” She kissed Neve hotly. Breaking the kiss all too soon for Neve’s liking, Stephanie continued. “I’m in full agreement with you.”

That statement triggered some sort of primal response from within Neve, and she attacked her sister. They kissed and groped and moved their bodies together like a couple of horny teenagers in the back of their daddy’s Buick.

The sisters made hot, passionate love well into the night, each climaxing multiple times before finally succumbing to exhaustion. They lay tangled together in the bed sheets, a jumble of sweaty, sticky limbs, and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Misty Meadow

The next Saturday morning, we three went shopping at the Portobello Road street market, where Ursula spent lavishly on us, buying clothes that met her approval. After lunch at a French-style bistro, we took the tube to Oxford Circus and walked to Marks and Spencer’s, Britain’s best loved department store. Dresses, tops, shorts, skirts and even underwear were purchased, but when Ashley demanded that Mum buy her a training bra, her request was denied.

“When you have breasts, I’ll buy you a bra, but not until then,” she firmly said. Ashley’s face fell into a pout. As I recall from my own youth, bras are prestige items for flat-chested girls of twelve.

“I never wear a bra, Ashley,” I said, to console her. “There’s no point. I don’t have enough to fill one.” That made her giggle.

“You’ll grow up to be like her, Ashley,” her mother said. “You have one of those slender frames, like ballet dancers and supermodels, and you’ll be so gorgeous you’ll be beating off men with a stick.” And women, I thought.

As for me, I was expecting a few new items, but Ursula went above and beyond, purchasing what added up to an entire new wardrobe for me. When I saw the receipt, I was positively gobsmacked. “You’re not to ever wear those dreary jeans and worn-out shirts again in my house,” she told me, “not unless you’re doing yard work!”

I was thrilled. Now I could abandon my slightly butch look and transform myself into a femme. It made me glad that I’d never cut my hair short. From then on I wore sundresses, or hot pants with short camisoles that revealed my belly button, or mini skirts to show off my long, slender legs. And, of course, that classic little black dress that’s perfect for every occasion, the one Ursula gave me when we first saw each other naked.

*****

Ashley and I had developed a kind of code with our doors. If my bedroom door was shut, she had to knock, and if there was no reply, I was either out or I didn’t want to see her (though the odds of the latter were next to nil). If it was open, however, she could just walk right in. Usually it was open. The same rule applied to her room, as well as the bath that we shared.

I’d occasionally leave the bathroom door open, so that Ashley could get a glimpse of me in my undies, or even in the nude. She was a little more circumspect when it came to her own privacy, and though I longed to see her naked, it never seemed to happen — though I did catch sight of her in panties from time to time.

Weekday mornings didn’t provide much in the way of bathroom intimacy. I’d wake her up and go downstairs to make breakfast, then she’d come downstairs dressed in her short, dark pleated skirt, white cotton blouse and navy blue blazer with its school badge. White ankle socks made her outfit a lot sexier than the school board had ever intended.

We’d share a lovely morning meal together, then I’d escort Ashley to school. She’d always take my hand as I walked with her, and I felt proud to be in the presence of this little angel.

But I didn’t make any kind of move on her, not yet. It was too early. I had to cement my relationship with her mum first, so that if, at some later date, Ashley and I were caught in a compromising situation, I’d have the leverage I needed to stay out of jail.

*****

I was playing a serious game of seduction with Ursula, though I always maintained the outward appearance of a model employee. I found out from Ashley that she thought highly of me, and one day I happened to hear Ursula on the phone, telling a friend that I was, “an absolute treasure — the best au pair I’ve ever had.”

There were evenings when Ursula would be out at the theatre, a dinner party or some other social event, and wouldn’t get back until after I’d gone to bed. However, she did spend some nights at home. Those evenings, while Ashley was sleeping, I’d commit some outrageous act of lewd sexual conduct, displaying my nude or partially nude body to her. For example, one night I slipped into Ursula’s bedroom while she was reading and stood before her, dressed only in my white cotton Marks and Spencer’s knickers, which I then slowly tugged down to my knees. She could only stare with hungry eyes as my freshly shaved cunt was put on display for her, bit by bit. I slowly trailed a finger through my slit, brought it to my lips to taste, then turned and left the room without a word.

The more I teased her, the more attractive I found her. Eventually, I allowed Ursula to touch me for the first time. It happened in her den, a small lounge that she’d converted into a cozy little office. I’d just brought her a drink as she toiled away at her computer, and as I stood next to her, she reached out to touch my knee. I could have moved away, but instead chose to let her slide that hand up the inside of my thigh until she reached the gates of heaven. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of my knickers, which were already moist.

I bent down to whisper in her ear, “Care to take a shower with me?”

Her face seemed to glow with mixed excitement and anticipation — but Ursula kept her cool, simply saying “Why, yes, I do believe I would enjoy that… very much.” Switching off the computer with a few deft flicks of her fingers, she rose to her feet and took my hand, leading me into the tiled paradise that was her bathroom.

She lovingly undressed me and let me do the same to her, then we climbed into a shower cubicle spacious enough to accomodate a racehorse. There, under the hot waterfall, she and I soaped each other all over until her hand strayed between my thighs — then, she hesitated.

“Go on,” I said, “wash my cunt. Get it clean, deep inside. Put your fingers into me.” A choked gasp escaped my throat as Ursula did just that, penetrating me with a single twisting thrust. It felt heavenly. “Ah, yes, that feels so fucking good. Fuck me, lover, fuck me with your fingers! Oh, my God, I’m gonna come!” I wasn’t faking it, either — she really did get me off in a big way. Then I got her to lean against the wall of the shower and did her from behind with three fingers, pumping hard and fast until I’d made her come twice.

Somehow, I was able to wall off my intense love for Ashley from my mere physical attraction to Ursula, and thus I felt no guilt at all about seducing the mother. I told myself it was just the means to an end, a way to ensure that she would come to trust me implicitly, allowing me unfettered access to her daughter.

One late night, I heard Ursula coming up to the second floor, an area she seldom visited. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open, pulled my knickers down to my ankles and sat on the loo, leaning back, waiting. She came in, her face alight with pure lust, and dropped to her knees in front of me. I spread my knees apart and slid my bum to the edge of the toilet seat, presenting myself to her. She leaned in and began to lick me.

The whole thing was insanely hot. There I was, having my cunt licked by my cultured, sophisticated, almost aristocratic employer, who was down on her knees in obeisance, worshiping me. Worshiping my cunt.

Sensing that I was close to climax, she lifted her head. “Come for me, Misty. Let me make you come, my sexy lesbian angel. God, I want you so fucking much.” And she pressed her mouth into my dripping hole once more, probing me with an eager tongue. I came in seconds. She carried me through the earthquake of my orgasm, them sat back, a look of perfect happiness on her face.

The following night, after she was asleep, I crept naked into her bedroom and carefully slipped between the sheets. She came awake with a start. I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’m gonna eat your pussy, Mrs. Urquart.” My pretence at formality only added spice to what I was about to do. “I’m gonna lick your hot, wet cunt, and then I’m gonna suck on your clit until you blow up like a fireworks factory accident! Now lie back, lock your fingers behind your head and spread those legs nice and wide.”

I went down on her with all the lust I’d been holding in these last few weeks, my tongue savagely probing her and attacking her clit like a mini punch bag, working four fingers deep inside her cunt. She was so wet that I was able to fold my thumb in and press my whole hand into her vagina, up to my wrist. I’d always wondered if fisting would be painful, but Ursula took my invasion without a word of complaint. She came so hard that I was nearly thrown from the bed. Hell, I came without even touching myself, lost in the pure lewdness of it all.

Afterwards, she invited me to stay with her for the rest of the night, but I declined. I told her I didn’t want this thing between us to burn out too quickly, insisting that we needed to ration ourselves to one or two nights a week. I didn’t tell her it was because I wanted to be near Ashley.

*****

Ursula was now practically eating out of my hand, though outwardly we maintained the employer/employee façade. She’d given me a pay raise and was regularly presenting me with gifts, dresses, a pair of expensive pumps to match the little black dress, some costume jewelry and a watch. I continued to do as good a job as possible with my chores, while attending AA meetings regularly.

One evening, I invited Ursula and Ashley to an ‘open’ meeting, one where non-alcoholics could attend, and the group secretary invited me to be the principal speaker. I shared my history with the whole room.

“My name’s Misty, and I’m an alcoholic,” I began in the traditional way. I was a little nervous about sharing the sordid details of my past with Ashley — there are things I did during my days of heavy boozing that still shame me to think on them — but in the end, I felt it was best to be honest about myself with the girl I loved. Besides, I figured that this was an ideal way to let her know, in a subtle way, that I was a lesbian.

When I finished, everyone applauded, and little Ashley stood, clapping as hard as she could, a beaming smile on her face.

On the way home, she practically gushed about how brave I’d been, how impressed she was that I’d turned my life around. My strategy had paid off; Ashley had a higher opinion of me than ever.

Now I was practically a member of the family. It was time to make my move.

Funny thing, though — Ashley beat me to it. The very next afternoon, in Ashley’s bedroom, after she’d done her homework, I stood, stretched and, said, “Good job, love… now I need to take a shower.”

“I need a shower, too!” she exclaimed. Did she anticipate my next question? Before I could ask, she said, “Hey, let’s shower together. It’ll be fun!”

Fun? That was her word for it? Would winning the lottery be “fun”? Will heaven be “fun”?

Whatever her reasons, this was an opportunity I’d have been a cretin to pass up. “Sure!” I replied, lifting my sundress over my head and carelessly casting it aside. I sat down on the end of her bed in my knickers and watched Ashley she dropped her skirt and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Beneath it was a white cotton tank top vest, making her seem more like a little girl than ever.

“Oh, Ashley,” I gushed, “you’ve no idea how cute you look.”

She glanced at herself in the mirrored closet doors, then back at me. “You mean ‘sexy’,” she said, grinning.

“Oh, that too. You’re incredibly sexy.”

“I know you think that. Know how I know? Cause of the way you look at me.”

My pulse was beginning to race. “Look at you? Like how?”

“It’s something in your eyes… like you’re starving and I’m a big, sizzling steak.”

“Oh, you certainly sizzle, Ashley.”

Giggling, she turned to face me as she slid her knickers down, stepping out of them and tossing the plain white underpants over to me. They were warm from her body, and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep from pressing them to my face, breathing in her sweet scent. Instead, I carefully placed them on her bed.

Meanwhile, Ashley was lifting her vest over her head, then shaking her hair free — taking her time, as if she didn’t want me to miss a thing.

“Ta-daah!” she sang, stretching her arms out wide as her vest hit the floor. “Whoopee, now I’m naked! Am I still sexy?”

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, scarcely able to breathe. “You’re… you’re perfect.”

I was unable to tear my eyes away from her body. She had the figure of a young boy — thin limbs, flat chest, narrow hips and no pubic hair in sight. How could I have forgotten how lovely, how desirable little girls are? I asked myself.

She aroused an intense fire of lust in me, making my body throb like heavy machinery. My cunt was already dripping wet, and if she’d stood there for a few more seconds, I think I’d have come, hands off, just from the sight of her. Staring all the while, I rose to my feet, stripped off my own knickers, then straightened, silently presenting myself.

Ashley’s gaze ran up and down my body — making me shiver, stripping me even nuder than I already was.

“No, I’m not perfect,” she said, suddenly serious. “I’m too thin. It’s you — you’re the one who’s perfect.”

I took hold of her hands, pulled her close to me and looked down into her big, dark eyes. Her body was just inches from mine.

“I like thin girls,” I said, my voice soft and warm. “I especially like slender girls who aren’t shy about being naked, girls like us who love to show themselves off without a stitch of clothing, girls who are proud of their bodies — who know how to melt another girl’s heart, just by letting her look.” I put my hands on her waist. “I like girls who are blossoming, just on the verge of becoming women.” I let my palms slip around her body, then slide down to cup her pert bottom. “I like girls with nice firm bums.” I squeezed her buttocks, drawing her body firmly against my own, then ran my hands up the sides of her torso. “I like a girl whose ribs I can count, girls with perfectly flat chests.” My thumbs found her nipples, teased them. “Girls whose breasts will one day develop into sweet little boobs, with hard nipples for me to play with.” I could her breathing quicken as my arms twined around her back. “And I like girls with pretty red lips, lips that are begging to be kissed.”

Ashley’s face was tilted up to mine, her eyes shining as if she’d been enchanted. The moment was right, the stars in perfect alignment.

I bent down until my mouth met hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, slightly parted, inviting the tip of my tongue to gently probe inside and touch the tip of hers, like a handsome prince meeting his princess for the first time. Through her nose, Ashley’s warm breath bathed my cheek. I swore for an instant that I could feel the excited beat of her heart as she pressed her body against mine. Gently breaking our kiss, I opened my eyes to gaze into hers again, then ran one hand over her hip, across her flat tummy and down to her hairless mound.

I spoke again. “But best of all, I like innocent little girls like you, still baby-smooth between their legs, who’ve never enjoyed the tender touch of another girl’s hand on their sweet treasure.” My hand was covering her slit, the middle finger gliding along its length. I let my finger tip gently move up and down, parting her moist lips without actually penetrating her.

Her body trembled, and then she said something that I’ll never forget. “Oh, Misty…” she whispered, “I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

“I love you too, my darling, from right when you walked in through the front door on that first afternoon.”

We never made it into the shower. I backed my little lover up until her calves hit the end of the bed and she fell backwards, pulling me with her. I rolled to one side to take my weight off her and we kissed again. This time she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, then sucked on mine.

I felt Ashley lift one leg, pushing it between my thighs, against my cunt. I responded, pressing my own thigh between hers. We began to move together, our bodies enveloped in a searing blaze of pure lust. I could have fucked her until we both came, right then, right there. But I had a deeper need, one that couldn’t wait.

I broke away from her and rolled onto my side, unable to keep myself from pausing to look at Ashley’s bare body.

She was confused. “What’s the matter? Why’d you stop?”

I placed a reassuring hand on her thigh. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do to you all these weeks, my love… something I dreamed about, that night after we first met.”

With those words, Ashley was all smiles again — so sweetly vulnerable, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “You can do anything you want to me,” she murmured. “Anything at all.”

Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to kiss you down there.”

I half-expected a measure of reluctance from such an innocent girl, but her face immediately lit up. “Oh, yes! Yes, Misty, do that, please!”

I rose, padded around to the foot of the bed and knelt down on the floor between Ashley’s feet, which were hanging over the end. Without a word, she spread her legs wide apart for me — which caused her slit to open ever so slightly, like a budding pink rose. She was visibly moist. I paused, transfixed by the sight.

My heart soared as a tiny droplet of her nectar oozed forth, slowly trickling down toward the crease of her anus — and I quickly burrowed between my little lover’s thighs to capture it with my tongue, its flavor filling my mouth, making me want more.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to Ashley’s vagina. My heart was pounding as I penetrated her — slipping my tongue into her, then dragging it up to her tiny clit. I heard her gasp, felt her hips thrust toward me, silently asking for more. So I went to work, going down on her, using every trick I’d ever learned to arouse her, drive her wild.

She was making little mewling noises, digging her fingers into my scalp. “Oh, oh, Misty! I love you so much! D-don’t stop! Ohmigod! Oh, this is s-so…” Her sentence trailed away, left unfinished as she began to shiver, clutching my head as if to make sure that I didn’t stop licking her.

Suddenly she let out a high-pitched shriek, then a long low moan… and I knew that she’d come. My heart swelled with joy. After weeks of unfulfilled longing for this beautiful girl, I’d finally made her mine.

She lay panting, her legs quivering very slightly as I placed a few gentle kisses on her slit. Soon, her breath  grew calm once more, and I lifted my head to get a glimpse of her flushed face.

Her eyes met mine, wide with wonder. “So that’s what an orgasm is like,” she said. “You made me come, Misty, you actually made me come! It was amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that before, not even when I touch myself in bed at night!” She struggled up into a sitting position. “Do it again, Misty, make me come again… no, wait a minute! I wanna make you come. I wanna lick you down there!”

So enthusiastic, so full of life… at that moment, she seemed more like a girl of seven or eight, and it made me love her all the more. “Oh, my sweet darling angel. Yes, do it to me. Make me explode with joy. I’m so turned on, it won’t take long.”

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched out on my back, my thighs spread invitingly. Ashley knelt between them, reaching out to caress my cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy, Misty…” she whispered, then bent down to take that first kiss.

She did to me exactly what I’d done to her, copying my techniques like the brilliant student she was, driving me crazy until an orgasm swept me away like a tsunami, enveloping me in a liquid wave of pure lust. When I came back to the surface, gasping for breath, she was lying next to me, her head on my chest, toying with one of my nipples.

“I’m in heaven, Misty,” she said. “I’m sooo in love with you. I’ll always love you, until the day I die.”

Or until puberty hits, I thought, and you discover boys. Frowning, I pushed that ugly thought out of my head. I was in love with her just as much as she loved me, and I wasn’t going to spoil things by worrying about the future.

And speaking of the future… I stole a glance at the clock above Ashley’s desk.

“Let’s take that shower we were talking about before, Ashley… we need to get this sex smell washed off. If your mum caught a whiff of us now, she’d know exactly what we just did.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess we better, huh?”

Turning to Ashley, I gave her what I hoped was a sobering look. “Listen to me, love. You and I have to be scrupulously careful not to let her find out about this… or anyone else, for that matter. What we just did could put me in jail for a long time.”

“I’d never tell Mum a thing — or anyone else.”

“Good girl. But don’t forget, she could also figure it out if we accidentally left a clue behind.”

She knitted her brow. “Like what?”

“Like leaving my knickers in your room.” I rolled off the bed and looked for them. Turned out they’d somehow been kicked under the bed. Placing them with the rest of my clothes, I took Ashley’s hand and pulled her to her feet, embraced and kissed her, then led her into the bathroom.

Washing her all over was a thrill all of its own. I soaped her, every little bit of her, from between her toes to shampooing her hair. I closely inspected every inch of her body, running my fingers around her armpits to see if she was ticklish there (she was), kneeling before her to look for pubic hair and happily finding none. I burned the memory into my brain so I’d be able to lie in my bed and use images of this wet, naked nymph to bring myself off. Finally I rinsed her off, and we shared a long, deep kiss.

Ashley was impatient to wash me so I stood, leaning back against the tiles, my feet spread far apart, She took the bottle of grapefruit-scented liquid soap, squirted a generous amount into the palm of her hand and began to lather me all over. She did a good but somewhat perfunctory until she came to my cunt — then she dropped to her knees, spread me open and inserted one, then two fingers inside. “Give me another,” I told her, and it slid in with ease.

I thought about getting Ashley to fist me. It was something I’d fantasised about (all the more so since I did it to her mother), but I’d never had a lover who could have gotten her hand into my vagina without wrecking me inside… not until now. I was sure Ashley would be willing, too, but that might’ve been a bridge too far. It would hurt, at least somewhat, and I’d have some difficulty persuading her that the pain was worth it. She was only twelve, after all — still a little girl in so many ways, still with an air of innocence that I found so endearing, so exciting.

Oh, well. I’d file my fisting fantasy away for another time. Instead, I would teach her another way to pleasure a woman…

“Let me show you this special way that one girl can fuck another, Ashley. It’s amazing. If you do it properly, I’ll go off like a rocket.”

“Cool!” she squealed, looking up at me. “What is it? What do I do?”

I gently grasped her wrist. “First, pull out for a second.” She gave a little pout, but did as I asked. “Oh, don’t fret, girl — you’ll be back in there soon enough.” That made her giggle. “Okay, now with your hand like this,” I turned her wrist so that her palm faced upward, “put your pointer and your middle finger back in, all the way.” As she entered me, I began to rub my clit. “Now… hook the tips of those finger toward yourself, and press hard.” She did, and a surge of ecstasy began to swiftly rise through me, stealing my breath away. ”Oh, yes, just like that!” I tweaked my clit, adding fuel to the fire — and that’s when it hit me.

My knees buckled and I nearly slid to the floor as another orgasm blew me to bits, ranting at Ashley all the while. “Ohhhhh! Oh, Ashley that f-feels so wonderful, m-my God yes, I’m — I’m coming!” Blindly reaching out, I seized my young lover, pulled her to me and held her body against mine as I shook helplessly.

As my pleasure faded to a warm glow, I allowed myself to slump down the tiled wall of the shower cubicle until I was sitting on the floor. I took a few deep breaths, then opened my eyes.

Ashley was looking at me, a mixture of adoration and pride on her face.

“I like making you come,” she murmured. “It’s almost as good as coming myself.” She glanced between my legs. “Um… can I have my hand back, pretty please?”

Oops. I didn’t realize that Ashley’s fingers were still buried in my cunt. With a sheepish smile, I parted my legs, allowing her to withdraw from me.

Emerging from the shower, we took turns drying each other off, exchanged a few more kisses, then went to our respective rooms to dress. Once I’d tidied myself up, I made my way downstairs to fix dinner, practically walking on air with each step.

Continue on to Chapter 3

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