A (formerly) brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)
Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.
Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.
Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.
As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.
Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.
In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.
When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.
Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.
Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.
The next day, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.
The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices the seven-year-old behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.
When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.
Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.
The London trip is a rousing success for Rachel and Jess. During their stay in a posh hotel, they end up having a sex party with Dominique, an Asian friend of Rachel’s who runs a sex shop and loves to demonstrate the toys she sells, and Valentina, a Slovenian immigrant who works as a maid in the hotel. She delivers a bottle of champagne to the room and is subsequently enticed into her first lesbian experience.
Meanwhile, back home, Ann and her daughter Laura are having a frank late night discussion about lesbian sex. They both turn in, and a very aroused Ann is about to fondle herself to orgasm when Laura knocks. She doesn’t feel like being alone, and asks if they can share a bed. Ann agrees, but is surprised when Laura strips naked before getting beneath the blanket, claiming she always sleeps that way.
Ann awakens a few hours later. Laura is sleeping soundly, so Ann takes the opportunity to masturbate. But in spite of her efforts to avoid waking her daughter, she gets a shock when Laura takes over and begins to finger her. Ann is so overwhelmed by arousal and surprise that she allows herself to be seduced. Giving in to impulse, Ann lets Laura go down on her, then returns the favor.
Afterwards, Ann is more confused than ever, but can’t deny how good the sex was. In fact, they are on the verge of making love again when they are interrupted by a certain girl of seven. It’s Poppy, who is thrilled to bits to see her aunt and grandmother naked and in bed together. Quickly removing her nightie, the nude child asks permission to join them.
Now that Poppy has let the cat out of the bag, Laura is forced to confess everything to her mother — all the incestuous activities Jess and Rachel’s families have been indulging in for the last few months. Ann is appalled, yet fascinated, and can’t help but stay and watch as Poppy performs oral on her aunt. Then, before Ann knows it, Poppy is between her legs, licking her to a massive orgasm. Afterwards, Laura hints that Ann should pleasure her granddaughter the same way, but Ann can’t bring herself to go that far.
They settle down, the three of them… and though Ann is buffeted by all kinds of crazy, confused emotions, she somehow manages to fall asleep.
Upon awakening, Ann is confronted by the sight of her naked granddaughter, dozing beside her. Feeling a twinge of guilt for not having returned the pleasure she received from Poppy a few hours earlier, Ann impulsively decides to make love to the seven-year-old. She touches Poppy until the girl awakens, then shyly offers to go down on her. Needless to say, Poppy is all too eager to accept.
So Ann lays her granddaughter down and performs oral sex on the child. Laura wakes just in time to see Poppy come in her gran’s face. But Ann isn’t finished. She intends to make love to Laura again — this time, because she genuinely wants to. Poppy is unable to resist joining in, licking Ann from behind while her grandmother licks Laura.
By then, Ann is willing to admit that she has become part of the incestuous doings in the Matthews household. Poppy’s response is to jump out of bed and race down the hall to awaken the rest of the girls. They enter the guest room to find Ann, Laura and Poppy naked and in bed together.
Soon they all know Ann has made the decision to become part of the family doings… and when Poppy instructs the other girls to undress, a family orgy soon begins. Ann makes love to Katie and Cindy, while Laura has it off with Alice and Bella.
Later, Jess and Rachel return from their overnight stay in London, and are flabbergasted to learn the wonderful news. Ann takes Jess upstairs, determined to make the first time with her eldest daughter a special one. They fuck, then Laura, Rachel and the girls join in to make it a family orgy. By the time it’s over, Ann has made love to everyone at least once.
Afterward, Ann has a serious discussion with Jess, Laura and Rachel where she runs an idea past them. She wants to buy a local mansion currently up for sale and invite the entire family to live there with her. Her daughters and Rachel need time to consider Ann’s proposal, but are all inclined to say yes.
Shortly thereafter, Jess receives a phone call from her acquaintance Blanche Turner, inviting her to drop by the next day. Jess isn’t sure what it’s about — a business opportunity, perhaps? — but she accepts.
And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…
by Sapphmore and JetBoy
Jess wore a contented smile as she drove through the open countryside, on her way to Blanche Turner’s home.
Everything’s coming along nicely, now Mum’s on board with our family activities. Soon she won’t have the stress of running a business, and she can spend more time with us, especially the girls. I’d better ask them not to pester Mum for sex all the time, else her heart might give out before a week has passed.
We’ll need to have a family meeting about Mum’s offer to move the lot of us into Cole Manor House… but Rachel’s right – the girls will be over the moon, every one of them. Maybe we can all get away for a holiday before the move. Ibiza would be nice…
Just then, the Turner estate came into view. I wonder what Blanche wants to discuss with me. It does seem like something important.
Jess followed the high stone wall boundary of the estate, then slowed as she neared the white-painted boulders marking the entrance to Moreton House. Turning off the road, she slowed on her approach to the huge wrought iron gates, lowering the window to look up at the security camera and announce her arrival into the intercom, but the gates opened just as she reached them. Driving through, she heard them clang shut, followed by the buzz of electronic locks snapping into place.
The Jacobean mansion was enormous, even larger than the Elizabethan manor house her mother wanted to purchase. Jess took in the ivy-festooned façade, flawlessly manicured lawns and topiary as she crunched along the gravel drive, rounding the central fountain to the parking area near the separate garage block.
Cole Manor may be big, but this place is on another level.
Shutting the car door, Jess paused to look up at the house. The entrance was on the elevated ground level up a set of wide stone steps, with two more floors above, the top floor having gabled windows set within a slate-tiled roof. She recalled there were something like fifteen bedrooms and almost as many baths, countless other rooms, even a ballroom.
As she advanced towards the steps, Grace Cooper, Blanche’s personal assistant, emerged from the wisteria-framed arched oak doors. “Hello, Jessica!” she called. ‘So good to see you again.”
Jess smiled at the attractive woman standing at the top of the steps, who often put her in mind of Audrey Hepburn. She was wearing a flared summer dress, in contrast to the business attire she usually sported.
“Hello, Grace; nice to see you too. That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing.”
Grace glanced down at herself. “Thank you. I picked it up in Milan last week.”
They exchanged cheek to cheek kisses, then Grace led Jessica inside and closed the door. The centre of the cavernous entrance hall was dominated by a large, ornate oval table on which sat a huge elegant flower display. Curved stairways spanned either side of a large central opening leading to a hallway and French doors in a wall of glass through which the rear landscape was visible.
“You know, Grace; I’ve only been here a handful of times, and it’s still like walking into another world.”
Grace chuckled. “I know what you mean, and I’m here every day. Blanche is in the library.”
Leading the way, she opened a door off the entrance hall. Inside, Blanche rose from a large high-backed chair. “Jessica, thank you for coming.”
“Would you care for tea? Coffee?” Grace asked.
“Coffee is fine. Thank you.”
With a nod, Grace left the room. Jess greeted Blanche in the same manner as she had Grace, then glanced around the room. There were high shelves stacked with hundreds of books, and the walls, cabinets and tables were filled with art pieces. The effect was breathtaking.
“I must say, Blanche, you have a lovely home, and so many beautiful things to fill it.”
“Thank you. Art is one of my passions. I love exploring galleries and antique shops wherever I am, always, always searching for just the right piece.”
Blanche accompanied Jess around the room, answering her questions concerning several of the artworks before indicating two leather Chesterfield sofas separated by a huge oak coffee table; Jess sat on one while Blanche seated herself opposite.
Grace returned with a silver tray, which she carefully placed on the coffee table, then poured the coffees from a large cafetiere before taking a seat next to Blanche. Jess couldn’t resist stealing a glance at the shapely legs of the two women, a move not unnoticed by Blanche.
As they sipped their coffees, Blanche said, “So, Jessica… how is your lovely family?”
“Very good, thanks, Blanche. The girls are doing well at school, my sister recently returned from a most rewarding assignment overseas, and my mother just returned from her four-month cruise.”
“Oh, yes… I wondered why we haven’t seen Ann recently. You know, I completely forgot about her going on the cruise. Did she enjoy it?”
“She had a wonderful time. It was a life-changing experience for her, honestly.” More than you can ever imagine, she silently added
“Ann is a very impressive woman.”
Jess smiled, remembering how she’d gone down on her mum in the shower just last night. “She is that, absolutely.”
“Running the business after your father passed away must have been difficult, but Ann did a remarkable job of it. She has a formidable reputation in the business community, you know. I once saw her tear a strip off some misogynistic tosser at one of those boring Chamber of Commerce banquets, and it was the highlight of the evening. He was talking loudly about women in men’s jobs, but when Ann turned her gaze his way, I knew we were in for quite a show. Needless to say, he skulked off with his tail between his legs once she was done with him. I suspect he was completely impotent for a month afterward!”
“That sounds like Mum. Actually, she’s in the process of selling up. She wants to spend more time with the girls and now she’s talking about buying Cole Manor.”
“Good for her; that’s a very nice property. I almost bought it years ago.” Blanche put down her cup. “Tell me, Jessica… how much do you know about me and my family?”
Slightly curious as to why Blanche had asked, Jess answered, “Not much, really. I know your husband is a very successful developer, and you also own quite a lot of property around here… and, of course, you have three daughters. That’s pretty much all I know, apart from the fact you spend a lot of money in my store!”
“Would you be surprised to know that my family is one of the oldest and wealthiest in France?”
“Really? I had no idea.”
“My family name is Chatelaine de Saint-Marceaux, but I use my husband’s name here; it’s quicker to say and write, plus I don’t have to keep spelling it for everyone. Technically, my title is Comtesse, but I only use my family name and title in Europe, as it opens a lot of doors. When I’m there, the locals would be able to pick up the Monegasque in my French.”
“You’re from Monaco? There’s no trace of an accent.”
“Ah, the benefits of schooling in France and Switzerland, and of course Oxford. Several generations of my family were born in Monaco, as was I. My grandmother still lives in her old house on the outskirts of Monte Carlo, although I prefer my apartment overlooking the harbour. My mother, the Marquesse, lives in the family’s chateau near Saint Paul de Vence on the French Riviera. It’s a hill town about 40km west of Monaco. I own an art gallery and a hotel in the town and my mother runs the estates, vineyards and parfumerie, while I manage most of our other properties in Europe and England.”
“My, that’s quite a family history,” Jess murmured, still wondering why Blanche was telling her this.
Grace chimed in. “It’s a beautiful place, Jessica. The town is lovely, with a spectacular view, and the chateau and estate are huge. My daughter and I have been there several times.”
Jess was taken by surprise, having assumed Blanche’s assistant was a single career woman. “I didn’t know you had a daughter, Grace!”
“Oh, she’s a darling. Her name is Willow, and she’s eight.”
“One day soon, I hope to invite you and your daughters to visit me there,” said Blanche.
Jess was surprised at Blanche’s offer, given that she was more of an acquaintance than a close friend. “That sounds wonderful.”
“Well, I’m quite impressed by what I’ve seen of your family. To be honest, I’ve been wanting to get to know all of you a bit better.”
Jess set her cup down. “Forgive me for asking, but you mentioned a proposition when you phoned last night. When I was here last, you wanted to know if I’d been thinking of expanding my business.”
“Yes, I’ve recently acquired some premises in a couple of areas where there is a market and very select clientele for your more exclusive collections, so I’m sure I can help you in that regard.” She paused to sip her coffee. “However, I must confess that I asked you to visit because I have another proposition I’d very much like you to consider.” She paused to sip her coffee, then continued. “You know I’m the patron of a couple of charities, but I’m also the head of a society of women dedicated to the advancement of women and girls.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I don’t, not exactly. What does this society do?”
“Our objective is to help women who show promise in their chosen profession, but perhaps lack the financial resources to achieve their goals. Or perhaps they need advice, mentoring or useful contacts. In the case of young women and girls, that assistance might be a bursary, even a scholarship. For others, it’s getting them into schools, educational institutions or jobs that will ensure they have the best possible opportunity to achieve their potential.”
“That sounds marvellous, Blanche. So I guess you’re offering to help me in some way.”
“Actually, Jessica, that’s just half of it. I think you could also help us; to my mind, you are exactly the type of member we’re looking for. Before I tell you more, I’d like to show you something, and there are a couple of things I’ll need to tell you before you make a decision.”
“I… I don’t know what to say. This is all a bit of a surprise; a little overwhelming if I’m honest.”
“All will become clear soon.” Blanche stood, then Grace. “We’re going to the lodge.”
“The… lodge?”
“The house in the grounds. We call it The Lodge.”
“Oh. I thought that was a guest house, or the servants’ quarters.”
Grace responded. “According to records, it’s been used for both, but also to house elderly parents, or the owners’ children when they married.”
“Mind you, we don’t actually have servants,” said Blanche. “Not full-time live-in help, anyway. Grace lives here, as it’s more convenient.”
“Willow and I have our own rooms here upstairs.”
Blanche continued. “Grace a8nd I manage the house; some of the rooms are empty most of the time, but sometimes there are visitors. We have people in to clean and look after the grounds. A couple of our members’ older daughters look after the children when we’re out late, or away on business. Grace and I cook for us most evenings, but for dinner parties or charity events, we get caterers in.”
Grace led them into the entrance hall. “This house has retained almost all of the period features, but the kitchen is restaurant-standard.”
Rachel’s plan to get into catering for small groups popped into Jessica’s head. I should mention that to Blanche, she told herself. Crossing the hall, they went through another door leading to a narrow corridor. The door at the other end opened to the outside, emerging where Jess saw a rose-covered pergola over a path to the other house. It was clearly in a more recent style, perhaps Georgian. Grace opened the door, then Blanche and Jess followed her inside.
The interior was just as beautiful as the main house, but on a smaller scale. It’s still over twice the size of ours, Jess mused.
Blanche led Jess to a door, opened it and waved her inside. Directly ahead were three leather sofas placed around a large thick sheepskin rug in front of a large fireplace. Jess found herself wanting to step out of her heels and walk through that rug. Instead, she turned back to Blanche who indicated she sit on one of the sofas, while she and Grace sat just opposite.
Jess cast her eyes round the room. Although similar to the library in the main house, there was only one large wall cabinet of books; instead, the walls were adorned by paintings and pieces of art, with small statues in various materials such as bronze, alabaster and wood displayed in cabinets and on pedestals. As she scanned the room, something about the objects made her look more closely. All the paintings and statues seem to have one thing in common; they all depicted girls or women, most of them leaning towards the erotic.
“I see you are admiring my collection.”
“Er, yes. It looks like all of the paintings and statues follow a certain theme.”
“Yes indeed. The female form is a thing of beauty. The books are mostly erotic as well, some of them quite rare. My latest acquisition is just next to you.”
Jess turned to see a small table at the end of the sofa on which stood a bronze sculpture, maybe eighteen inches high, depicting two nude girls at the feet of an equally bare older woman. It was intensely erotic.
“It’s a… beautiful piece.”
“Actually, your daughter Alice has seen it. She was at Stella Morrison’s gallery – doing some kind of internment, I think? – when I picked it up. Alice said it looked… alive, and the girls looked as though they were seeking something from the woman. Your daughter strikes me as a very intelligent and perceptive young lady. You must be very proud of her.”
“Yes she is, and yes, I am.”
Something in her surroundings and the way Blanche spoke set off some small alarm bells in Jessica’s head, but her surprise at the décor clouded any coherent thought.
Going completely by instinct, she said, “Do the contents of this room have something to do with your proposal, Blanche?”
“Yes, in a way. I mentioned that there were a couple of things I need to tell you before you accept my invitation to join. Although some of our members are in the higher financial bracket, that isn’t a consideration. What all our members have in common, besides being successful, is… the love of other women.”
Jess was startled for a moment, thinking she’d misheard, but a quick glance around confirmed Blanche’s words.‘The love of other women,’ meant exactly that.
“Oh. You mean… you’re all lesbians?”
Blanche nodded. “Yes, we are.”
“B-but you’re married,” Jess stammered, realising how ridiculous the words were as they left her lips.
“Yes, and so are several of our members. I love my husband, but the physical side of the relationship has never really figured in our marriage… at least, since we had our children. In fact, Mr. Turner has always preferred men as his lovers. Ours is more of a business arrangement than anything, and he passes most of his time in our Miami residence.
“As for me, my attraction to women goes back a long way. I took my first female lover at the age of fifteen, and have defined myself as gay ever since.”
“I see. So I assume you know I’m also in a relationship with a woman.”
“Yes. With Rachel Thomas, I understand. I must say, you both have superlative taste.”
A sudden thought occurred to Jessica as she looked from Blanche to Grace. “So, am I right in thinking that you two are …?”
“Lovers? Yes, we are.” Blanche placed a hand on her assistant’s thigh, causing Grace’s light dress to rise ever so slightly. Jess couldn’t resist the impulse to glance down, missing the slight smile the other women exchanged.
Covering Blanche’s hand with hers, Grace said, “I was working for a local government executive, and sometimes saw Blanche at meetings.” She smiled. “The first time we met, I wanted her.”
Blanche said, “I could see Grace was efficient, as well as dazzlingly beautiful. It was also quite obvious she did the lion’s share of her superior’s work, and he didn’t appreciate her.”
“Because I wouldn’t fuck him.” said Grace. Jess was startled; she’d never heard Blanche’s assistant speak so frankly. “I finally had to tell him I was a lesbian. It didn’t stop him from dropping hints about ‘advancing my career’, though.”
Blanche chuckled. “Can you imagine? Needless to say, it was child’s play for me to steal her away. Now she practically runs my life. I couldn’t do without her, in my business… or in my bed.”
“I was a single mother when Blanche took me on,” Grace added. “I’ve never been with a man, mind you. I got Willow through artificial insemination. Still, it was something of a struggle for us. My job barely paid enough to get by. Blanche gave me and my daughter the chance for a better life. More than that, she gave us love.”
Blanche nodded. “I think of Willow as one of my own. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”
Jess was grappling with further questions. “So, your organisation – it’s completely made up of women who are…?”
“Lesbian, yes. Or at least bisexual with a strong preference. Some of them are sharing an intimate relationship like I am with Grace, and some enjoy sex with other women who aren’t members and know nothing of our group. And we explore pleasure together, when the opportunity comes.”
Jessica’s eyes widened. “When you say ‘together’, you really mean… all of you together? Orgies?”
“On occasion, yes. Does that shock you?”
Jess was astonished more by the candour and openness Blanche showed than the actual secrets the woman was unveiling. After all, she’d indulged in group sex at least a dozen times with her family, including earlier that same day. “I must say, when I accepted your invitation to drop by, I never imagined anything like this. So, my being a lesbian is why you’re offering me membership in this group? And Rachel is included in this invitation, I’m assuming.”
“Oh, of course. But your being gay is only part of it, Jessica. There’s also your success and reputation as a business woman. That said, there is one other qualification of a more… personal nature, but unless I was certain of your suitability for our group, rest assured that we would not be having this conversation.”
The bells rang louder in Jessica’s head, and she found herself growing increasingly nervous about what Blanche was about to say.
Taking a breath and sitting upright, Blanche’s voice took on a quieter, deeper tone. “The other thing we have in common… is that we are involved in sexual relationships with our own, and each others’ daughters.” She fell silent, waiting for her words to sink in and for Jess to respond
The blood seemed to roar in Jessica’s ears. Oh, God. Tell me this isn’t happening. “So – so let me get this straight. You’re asking me to become a member of this… organization, society, club, whatever you call it – because I’m a lesbian, but also because you think I’m…?” She couldn’t say the words.
“In a sexual relationship with your daughters, yes.”
Jess was light-headed, her heart galloping like a stallion. Don’t faint. You mustn’t faint. “You think I have sex with my girls? Who on earth told you that?”
“In answer to your first question, the fact that you hesitated and asked those questions rather than being outraged would seem to indicate what I said to be true. As for the second question, I think you already know the answer.”
True enough. There was only one person who could have broken her trust. Only one. “In that case, I suppose there’s no point in denying anything, is there? Did Stella plan this all along? And what’s the endgame?”
“I assure you, Jess, there was no premeditated plan. Our only aim is to persuade you to join us; we are not seeking to harm or expose you. She mentioned to me that you’d told her of your relationship with Rachel… but she also saw something in you and Alice, that led her to believe the two of you might be intimate, or at least had leanings in that direction, and that Alice was attracted to her. She didn’t say anything to me until later, and said the twins had been up to their tricks. It was only after she told me, that I recalled that day you picked up your girls from my daughter’s party.”
Jess looked quizzically at her, unable to recall what Blanche was referring to.
“When your daughters and Annabelle were showing off on the climbing frame – remember? My Annabelle had gone without knickers that day, and when she hung upside down… well, your reaction intrigued me. I noticed that you seemed to be aroused by the sight. I don’t blame you for feeling that way. Annabelle is a lovely child – and by the way, she tastes even better than she looks.”
Jess reddened at the memory of her reaction to Blanche’s daughter exposing herself. “So it’s really true… you’ve made love to your daughters.”
“Many times. That’s why I understood what you were feeling, because I’ve known what it’s like to feel desire at the sight of a naked little girl. But it wasn’t until after I’d had a chat with Stella that I realised the three of us might be kindred spirits.”
“So she told you about Alice having that sleepover over with the twins, and what happened with them and Stella?”
“Yes, she did… but I beg you not to be angry about that.”
“Oh, really? Because right now, I’m of a mind to throttle her.”
Grace spoke up. “Jess, I can assure you Stella had only the best of intentions for you and your family. We wouldn’t be having this conversation otherwise.”
“How did Stella come to be involved with this ‘society’?”
“I think that is a question you should ask her,” Blanche replied. “I’ve no doubt you two will be speaking very soon.”
“Oh, my God,” Jess buried her head in both hands, struggling to process this. After a moment, she looked up. “So this society… it’s a way of recruiting new members and their daughters?”
Blanche frowned but quickly softened. “Jessica, let me make this absolutely clear. We are genuinely philanthropic, and don’t try to convert anyone we help. There is no link between what our members do in private and the women and girls we help, unless they are already Society members.
“When it comes to the Society’s private activities, our member selection process is very rigorous, as I’m sure you’d appreciate, and we seldom bring in new members. Were you and your family to join – and I very much hope you will – you’d be our first initiates for quite some time.”
Nodding thoughtfully, Jess murmured, “So the women you offer financial assistance to aren’t encouraged to join the Society, not unless you know for certain that they’re practising incest with their daughters. And sons don’t come into the equation, I’m guessing.”
“Not at all,” Blanche replied. “We are an exclusively lesbian organisation, one with a particular taste for young girls. Some of our members, like Stella, are quite adept at spotting women with the right… urges.”
“I suppose Stella also told you about her little subterfuge she pulled with the twins and me, and the chat we had afterward?”
“Yes, she did. Once she was absolutely sure you were intimate with Alice, she was quick to suspect your other daughters were involved. From there, it seemed logical to believe Rachel and her girls were also in on the family secret. She is very perceptive about such things, as you’re probably now aware.
“So she dragooned Lacey and Sienna into seducing you, and… well, you know the rest. After Stella confessed she was committing incest with her daughters, then you did the same, she told me everything. The executive board of the Society had a meeting and, on my recommendation, decided our usual vetting process wasn’t necessary. It was unanimously agreed that your family be given an invitation to join, though only Stella and I know your identity. It’s meant to be a surprise for the members, you see.”
“My goodness,” said a dazed Jess. “I wasn’t sure what to expect when I came here today. Nothing like this, that’s for certain.” Looking up at Blanche and Grace, she added, “I owe you both an apology for being so hostile.”
Blanche gave a dismissive wave.“No offense taken, Jessica. I completely understand your concerns, and you have every right to be suspicious… but what we’re offering will bring benefits to you and your family, as well as the satisfaction of knowing you’re helping the next generation of strong, independent women.”
“I can attest to that, Jess.” Grace said. “I’ve never looked back since becoming part of the Society. My Willow now has a whole network of surrogate mothers, sisters and yes, lovers who are always there for her. She’s found a new confidence that wasn’t there before…. and Willow and I are closer than ever, since we became intimate.”
“About that invitation,” Jess began, “does it also apply to Rachel and her girls?”
“It does… as well as your sister Laura,” said Blanche. “We’re interested in your extended family, but our plan was to speak to you first. Rachel is also a successful woman, and membership in the Society will prove beneficial to her business as well as yours.” She smiled. “It’s a most exciting development for us, you know. We’ve never had two mothers and five daughters join at once, let alone a single woman with no children. Normally, your sister wouldn’t qualify for membership, but these are unique circumstances. Laura is part of your family and successful in her own right, so she would be most welcome.
“I know this is a lot for you to take in, so please take as long as you need to weigh this proposal. You may choose not to tell your family about this and reject this offer, or decide between you to reject it, and we will respect your decision. Given our… shared interests, you can rest assured that what we’ve discussed today will not leave this room. No one but Stella and Grace knows of this conversation. By the same token, I trust that you will not divulge our secrets.
However, I very much hope you decide to join us. You and your family would benefit enormously from the support of the Society – not just for your businesses, but in providing a safe environment to explore your desires. I’d be happy to meet you and any members of your family to answer whatever questions you might have.”
Jess sat quietly for a few moments, trying to take it all in, wondering how she was going to explain this to her family. It seemed best not to mention her mother’s recent conversion to the fold, not without discussing it with Ann first. She was certain Rachel and Laura would vote ‘aye’, and strongly suspected Alice and Poppy would give up a year’s allowance for a new group of mums and daughters to play with.
After a moment, Blanche spoke. “I imagine you still have reservations about my offer, Jessica… so I want to give you a demonstration of our good faith.” She turned to nod to Grace, who rose and left the room without a word.
Jess heard Grace take a few steps, followed by the sound of a door opening. A moment later, the woman returned, followed by three young girls. Jess recognised two of them as Blanche’s daughters, followed by another girl she didn’t recognise, but the resemblance between her and Grace was obvious.
“You’ve met my daughters Annabelle and Savannah,” said Blanche. “Annabelle is eight; Savannah is ten. Lola, my eldest, is on an end-of-term school trip, or she would also be here.”
“And this is my daughter, Willow.” Grace added, resting a hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “She just turned eight.”
“Hello, girls,” Jess said, wondering what Blanche was up to. Is she actually intending to…No. Surely not.
All three returned the greeting. The two youngest were in t-shirts and shorts, while Savannah was wearing a button-up dress. All three were barefoot.
“I think it’s time,” Blanche said, gazing at the children with a mysterious smile. “Go ahead, my darlings.”
Jessica’s heart seemed to pause in mid-beat, then began to thunder in her chest as the trio of underage girls began to remove their clothes. Willow and Annabelle slipped out of their t-shirts, carelessly letting them drop to the floor, while Savannah began to undo the buttons on her floral print dress. By the time she’d unfastened them all, the two youngest were stepping out of their shorts, revealing that they’d both gone without knickers – as had Savannah, shrugging the dress off to reveal her bare body. She had the merest hint of prepubescent breasts, while Annabelle and Willow sported flat chests with tiny pointed nipples.
Struck speechless, Jess could only gawp at the forbidden spectacle, her cunt pulsing frantically when the two sisters came together in a heated kiss. Then Savannah turned to Grace’s little girl, their mouths meeting; tongues sparring. Willow slipped behind Annabelle, bending to nuzzle her friend’s shoulder.
Jessica’s excitement doubled itself when she saw Savannah reach out to cup Annabelle’s vulva. This was no performance; these children were genuinely making love with the ease of experienced partners.
A hint of movement on the opposite sofa distracted her from the delicious sight, and Jess turned to see the two mothers kissing, each with a hand up the other’s dress. A tsunami of sexual arousal swept through her at the spectacle of another family engaging in lesbian incest, a family headed by a sophisticated, elegant woman thought of as a pillar of the community, now caught up in a passionate embrace with her assistant while their little girls coupled just a few feet away.
Still, she was unsure how she was supposed to react to this unexpected scenario. Before she could decide on a course of action, a moan from the women caught the attention of the girls, who stopped kissing to look toward their mothers. Giggling, they broke apart, and Savannah moved to stretch out on the sofa. Annabelle positioned herself between her sister’s thighs, then dipped her mouth to the older girl’s pussy.
Willow took a moment to look down on the two girls, then bent to kiss Savannah. Their tongues engaged for a moment, then Grace’s daughter carefully knelt on the sofa over Savannah’s face, lowering her bare slit to the ten-year-old’s waiting mouth.
As the three girls began to make love in earnest, Jess rested trembling hands on her thighs, resisting a fierce urge to lift her skirt and grope the front of a very sodden pair of knickers. Glancing over to the opposite sofa, she saw the women with their hands still beneath each other’s dresses, but now they were watching their daughters instead of sharing kisses.
Blanche turned to Jess. “Isn’t that a beautiful sight?”
With the briefest of nods, Jess returned her attention to the underage trio. Mesmerised by the lovely sight; Annabelle feasting on her sister’s pussy as Willow rode Savannah’s face, she didn’t notice the women move to her sofa until Blanche and Grace seated themselves on either side.
Jess looked from one to the other as each woman placed a hand on her thigh. She was thrilled by what seemed to be an open invitation to participate in this sex party, but still felt oddly awkward, just as she had during her first time with Rachel. After all, she reminded herself, I’ve only been gay for a couple of months.
The girls were becoming increasingly fervent in their pleasure, responding with tiny moans and squeals that soon grew louder. Jessica was so entraptured that didn’t immediately react to the hand that had moved to her blouse, caressing her concealed breasts with gossamer lightness. It wasn’t until gentle fingers moved to undo the buttons that she looked down to see Grace’s hand.
Jess looked up at the smiling young woman, then turned to Blanche, whose mouth immediately pressed into her own. She was quick to respond, her tongue emerging to explore as the kiss grew increasingly deep and sensual. Blanche’s hand was gliding up her thigh, pushing her skirt up to delve beneath. Fingernails lightly raked up her inner thigh, then a single digit traced her cleft through soaked panties.
Without warning, the hand and lips withdrew. Jess opened her eyes to see Blanche smile as she stood, touching the moist finger to the tip of her tongue. With a brief wink, the woman turned away, moving toward the girls. Blanche placed a hand on Willow’s bare back and, when the child peered up, bent to kiss her.
When Jess felt a hand slide beneath her bra, she realised her blouse was open. She looked down to see Grace push the cup away from one breast, then dip down to capture the nipple between her lips. The younger woman suckled her for a moment, then traced her tongue up Jessica’s chest to her neck, continuing along the jaw line until their mouths met in a lust-saturated kiss.
A moment later, Grace broke away and rose to stand before Jess, reaching behind to grasp the zip on her dress, then tugging it down with a single deft motion. Allowing the garment to slip down her body, revealing that she, too, had chosen to go without underwear, Grace bent to pluck the obviously expensive dress from the floor, then draped it over the back of the sofa she and Blanche had occupied.moments earlier. With fingers made clumsy by her excitement, Jess fumbled her way out of blouse and bra, leaving her topless.
In the meantime, Blanche had also divested herself of all clothing, leaving Jess the only one wearing a stitch. She was still sharing playful yet heated kisses with Willow, reaching down to touch between the spread thighs of the little girl. Blanche was using two fingers in tandem with her eldest daughter’s tongue, manipulating Willow’s clitoris as Savannah licked from below.
Grace was now kneeling before Jess, whose skirt had dropped back down somewhat, so she roughly shoved her knees apart, pushing at the skirt until it circled Jessica’s waist. With a satisfied growl, Grace grasped the older woman’s panties and gave them a sharp tug, and Jess quickly raised her bum, allowing Grace to pull them down and off.
Pressing the soaked knickers to her face, Grace breathed in the scent. “Your cunt smells lovely, Jess,” she purred. “I’ll wager it tastes every bit as nice.” Parting Jessica’s legs again, she moved between them, nuzzling her new lover’s thighs.
Glancing over to the third sofa, Jess saw Annabelle had paused in the licking of her older sister to engage in a tender but passionate snog with Blanche who, a moment later, gently positioned the little girl on her knees, then slipped a hand between her bum cheeks. From the angle Jess had, she saw Blanche’s middle finger dip into Annabelle’s pussy, slowly easing in and out a few times, then bending down to replace her finger with her tongue. While such acts occurred regularly in her own home, seeing them played out by another mother and her child was still something of a shock.
The child’s expression was almost beatific when Blanche’s tongue trailed through her slit, then through the cleft of her bum – as if she was truly partaking of the divine. Isn’t she, though? Jess asked herself.
Jess was suddenly distracted by a finger circling her clitoris, then easily sliding into the vaginal canal. She glanced down just in time to see Grace dip down to kiss her cunt, then take a long, lustful lick. Jess sank back into the sofa’s embrace, hands balled at her side as the younger woman’s expert tongue did its wicked work.
Hearing a soft cry, Jessica glanced up to see Willow mew through her climax, clutching at the sofa arm, arching her slight body as ecstasy crested and waned, finally hanging her head, spent. She clumsily dismounted Savannah’s head, pausing for a moment to catch her breath, then she bent down to take back some of her essence from Savannah’s glistening mouth and cheeks in a playful, messy kiss.
Jess fought to keep from coming right away, but Grace wasn’t exactly helping, now sliding two fingers into Jessica’s vagina while lightly nibbling her clitoris. Then Willow entered her vision, kneeling next to Grace, the little girl’s chin resting on her mum’s shoulder as she piped, “Does she taste nice, Mummy?”
Grace’s only response was a deep, satisfied purr, her mouth still fastened to Jessica’s pussy, but after a moment she turned to kiss her daughter with a mouth practically dripping with cunt honey. Jess watched in awe as mother and daughter eagerly shared her flavour. Finally breaking the kiss, both Willow and Grace began to pleasure her together. The child pressed her mouth to Jessica’s slit, while Grace licked a quick pathway down to her anus. Jess tilted her pelvis back, offering the mum-daughter pair full access to her holes.
It took less than a minute before Jess began to tremble, signalling her orgasm. Figuring there was no need to be quiet, she gave full voice to her ecstasy, her voice rising to a shriek. Once she gave her last convulsive shudder, Grace and Willow each kissed Jessica’s cheek, then adjourned to the sheepskin rug, where they arranged themselves in a sixty-nine position. It wasn’t more than a minute or so before Jess began to finger herself, fanning the embers of her lust as she watched mother and daughter make love.
Hearing Jessica’s breathy moan, Blanche looked up from her youngest daughter’s smooth slit, then patted the eight-year-old on the bum. “Annabelle, darling… I think Jessica needs some attention.”
Annabelle took one last juicy slurp of her sister’s cunt before rising from the sofa and making her way over to her mum’s friend. Savannah looked up with a small frown, but her smile returned when Blanche took Annabelle’s place, taking the girl’s slit into her mouth. “I love you, Mummy,” Savannah murmured.
Jess watched in awe as she was approached by the naked, beaming eight-year-old she’d seen expose herself on the climbing frame months ago. By then, she’d enjoyed sex many times with the little girls of her extended family, but now she would be making love to another child for the first time. Strange, how much that excites me.
Annabelle padded over to Jess and clambered into her lap, thin legs astride Jess’ thighs. Their eyes met, and the little girl piped, “You’re very pretty, miss. Can I kiss you?”
“I’d like that,” said Jess, a deep pulse of erotic heat suffusing her body as she drew little Annabelle into a loving embrace.
Annabelle leaned in to claim the kiss she’d asked for. It wasn’t at all like a child bashfully greeting one of her mummy’s friends. No, Blanche’s youngest kissed like a hungry lover, transferring the taste of her big sister to Jessica’s tongue.
The girl’s little hands rested on her shoulders as their mouths slid together, tongues engaging. Jessica noticed right away that even after the sensual pleasures she’d explored with her own children, kissing her new lover felt intriguingly different. She moaned into Annabelle’s mouth as the eight-year-old began to fondle her bare breasts, plucking at the swollen nipples. Seized by a renewed jolt of lust, Jess allowed both hands to slide down the child’s back to cup the tender globes of her bottom.
Their kiss lasted for a long, lovely while before Blanche’s daughter sat back and licked her lips, traces of Jess’ lipstick smudged round her mouth. Beaming with satisfaction, as if she’d just sampled a yummy new flavour of ice cream, Annabelle deftly dismounted her grownup lover’s lap to kneel on the floor, nudging Jessica’s knees apart enough to make it crystal clear what she intended to kiss next.
“So pretty,” the little girl whispered, reaching out to slide the tip of her index finger through the rosy cleft of Jessica’s cunt. Then she lightly brushed the engorged clitoris, giggling at the moan she got in response. Giving Jess a bashful smile, Annabelle bent to replace her finger with her tongue.
“Ohhhhh!” Jess cried, her head lolling against the back of the sofa as the child took to her task. “Oh, my, yes. That’s… mmm, it’s wonderful!”
Blanche and Savannah both paused in their lovemaking to glance up. They took a moment to watch Annabelle go down on Jess, then their eyes met. With a nod, mother and daughter moved over to the other sofa to join in. Down on the rug, Grace and Willow were still caught up in their oral duet, oblivious to all else.
Blanche positioned herself behind Jessica, beaming down with pride at her littlest girl, marvelling at how skilled Annabelle had become at cunnilingus. The child had finally been allowed to participate in the family’s sexual games just over a year ago, then joined The Society shortly thereafter to become their youngest member. She’d taken to lesbian love enthusiastically, enough to become a favourite among the women.
Savannah seated herself next to Jess and began to masturbate, while Blanche, now standing behind the sofa, reached down to cup and caress Jessica’s breasts, then bent to nibble at her neck before gently turning the woman’s head to steal a kiss that quickly grew heated.
When their mouths parted, Blanche wordlessly urged Jess to lie down, obliging Annabelle to stop her licking. Once Jess was on her back, Grace indicated to Savannah that she should take over her little sister’s oral duties, and the girl was quick to comply. She spread Jessica’s apart with her thumbs, then plunged her tongue into the juicy interior.
Annabelle looked a bit crestfallen at the sight of Savannah, busily licking where her mouth had been moments earlier, but she quickly perked up when Blanche said, “Why don’t you give Auntie Jess a taste of that sweet cunt of yours, my love?”
Clambering onto the sofa and straddling Jessica’s face, Annabelle knelt on either side of the woman’s head, carefully lowering her pussy to a waiting, hungry mouth.
Blanche moved from behind the sofa to perch on the padded arm facing Annabelle. She bent to remove her shoes, then raised one foot over the arm, placing it on the seat next to Jessica’s head. Glancing up, Jess had an excellent view of Blanche’s neatly trimmed sex, barely a foot away… of course, she was already busy pleasuring the baby-smooth slit of the woman’s littlest daughter.
As Jess used her tongue to tease sweet honey from the girl, she watched as Blanche dipped a finger into her cunt, slowly spreading her secretions around the labia, then circling her clit a few times. When she withdrew her finger, a thin string of fluid clung to it like a spider’s silk.
Jess shivered with renewed arousal as Blanche proffered that finger to Annabelle, who took it into her mouth and sucked greedily, then leaned in to share a lustful kiss with Mum. The sight only spurred Jess on to use every oral trick she knew on Annabelle, determined to give the child an orgasm she would never forget.
Grace and Willow had just come into each other’s mouths. Now, mother and daughter rose from the sheepskin rug, eager to join the others in a group fuck. Willow moved to Blanche, who still had her leg hooked over the arm of the sofa. Blanche bent to kiss Grace’s little girl, then Jess saw Willow’s hand appear between the woman’s legs, two fingers tracing the cleft of Blanche’s cunt before slipping easily inside.
Grace knelt on the floor behind Savannah, who continued to feast on Jess. She reached around the girl to slip a hand between her legs, seeking and finding her still-smooth slit. Grace began to pleasure the girl, alternating between slipping a finger inside, then stroking the tiny clitoris with her thumb. Meanwhile, she used the other hand to gather lubrication from Savannah’s dripping pussy, which Grace used to ease a finger deep into the girl’s rectum. “Ohhhhh,” Savannah moaned into Jessica’s cunt as her arse was penetrated.
Jess shifted her gaze back and forth between Annabelle’s babyish sex and Willow’s efforts to please her mum’s lover, the little girl pistoning first two, then three fingers into Blanche’s sopping cunt. A moment later, she added a fourth. Willow was standing on tiptoe, her mouth engaged with Blanche’s, tongues tangling as they kissed like lovers.
Still doing her level best to please Annabelle, Jessica’s efforts were amply rewarded when the small body above hers jerked and spasmed, the child’s liquid sugar flowing into her waiting mouth. She continued to lick at the juicy cleft until Annabelle shuddered for a final time, gasped, “Oooohh, n-now it tickles!” then shifted back to sit on Jessica’s chest.
Jess glanced over at Blanche and Willow, who were no longer kissing. The child had dropped between the woman’s legs to replace her fingers with her mouth, lapping at Blanche from behind. Blanche moved her foot back to the floor, then bent over the sofa arm to offer her arse to Willow, sighing blissfully as the girl grasped her buttocks and spread them apart to lick both her holes.
As she saw Annabelle slide off Jessica’s face, Blanche bent to kiss Jess, getting a taste of her daughter’s climax. But she wrenched her mouth away a few seconds later, moaning and panting as Willow teased her to orgasm.
Meanwhile, Jess was experiencing the approach of her own release, with Savannah focused on sucking her clit. “Oh, God,” she moaned, bracing herself. That got the attention of Annabelle, who carefully dismounted Jess to kneel beside Savannah, then leaned in to kiss and suck at Jessica’s half-exposed breasts.
That set Jess off. It was a real knee-trembler of an orgasm, causing her arse to squeak on the leather sofa as she writhed and squirmed, her mind emptied of everything but purest pleasure. Finally she lay spent, limp as a sodden bootlace. Raising her face from the woman’s pussy and sitting up, Savannah reached for the first person she saw – her mum’s assistant and lover Grace – and kissed her deeply, eager to share Jessica’s cunt honey with another.
After a moment’s rest, Jess struggled into a sitting position, too spent to even pull her blouse together. She felt done in, as though she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, her clothes half on and half scattered hither and yon.
Lord knows she’d had intense, strenuous sexual workouts with her family, not forgetting the wild night spent in London with Rachel, but though this little soiree had lasted barely half an hour, the surprising and unexpected nature of the whole thing had a genuine effect on her. A whole group of local women exploring lesbian incest with their children? Fuck, it took me bloody weeks just to get used to the idea of being gay!
Looking over at Blanche, she saw the older woman slumped over the sofa arm as Willow stood up from behind, blissfully licking her lips. Jess still found herself unable to reconcile the rude image of Blanche with the society matron she’d known for so long.
It’s funny. I can’t say I ever felt desire for Blanche before… now I’m thinking how lovely it would be to use Rachel’s strappy on her – the ten-inch one. Bend her over that oak coffee table and shag her until she begs for mercy.
Grace was sitting on the rug with Blanche’s daughters cuddled against her, all smiling at Jess. Willow joined them; passing on Blanche’s essence to her mum in a sloppy kiss before settling into Savannah’s open arms.
As for Blanche, she slowly straightened, gave her head an impetuous toss and moved to perch next to Jess on the sofa. Though stark naked and flushed, she was every inch her sophisticated, elegant self, not at all like a woman who’d just taken part in a lesbian orgy.
“Sorry for springing this on you so abruptly, Jess, but we wanted to show just how serious we are about you and your family becoming part of The Society. As I said before, we seldom invite new members, but if you join, your family will have access to a local network of like-minded women dedicated to supporting the business and life goals of you and your daughters. At the same time, we’re equally dedicated to satisfying your every sexual need… other than those involving men, that is.”
Now with her breathing and heart rate back to something approaching normal, Jess spoke. “I thought my family were the only ones, at least in this area, who – who shared love the same way you and yours do. Christ, it never occurred to me that others might be the same… especially people I know. Before I found out about Stella and the twins, I thought the odds of finding another family like ours was in the millions. Now I learn that there’s a whole group of families living with the same secret…” She shook her head. “Fuck me, I can hardly wrap my mind around it!”
Blanche nodded. “I only ask that you think about our offer. As I said, I can meet with your family, including the children if you like. I’ll answer any questions you might have.” With a smile, she added, “By the way… I’m prepared to give a personal demonstration of how eager we are to share pleasure with you and your girls, Jessica. You, Rachel, your sister, your daughters… I’ll strip off right there in your home and fuck any or all of them. You can make me your slut for my entire visit. That’s how serious this offer is.”
Her eyes widening, Jess whispered, “M-my goodness.” She paused, rubbed her chin. “Then I suppose I… we have a decision to make.” She looked down at her partial nudity, then around the room, noting which of the scattered clothes belonged to her. “But right now, I need to get myself tidied up.”
“Of course. Grace, would you help Jessica, please?”
Jess spied her discarded panties, but before she could make a move in that direction, Annabelle picked them up from the floor. The child paused to press the soiled knickers to her face, breathing in their scent before handing them to Jess. Gathering the rest of her things, Jessica slipped into the panties before fastening her skirt and buttoning her blouse.
Grace made no move to get dressed herself. “I’ll show you to a bathroom,” she murmured. Looking around, she bent to pick up Jessica’s bag, handing it to her as they approached the door.
“Thank you, Grace.” As she followed Blanche’s assistant out, the girls began to get dressed themselves.
Grace led the way upstairs as Jess followed, gazing appreciatively at the younger woman’s nudity until they came to a large white-tiled bathroom with a shower large enough to accommodate at least four. While Jess washed her face in one of the double basins and applied a touch of fresh makeup, Grace excused herself to change into fresh clothing.
Putting her lipstick away, Jess studied herself in the mirror. Her mussed hair reminded her of that last morning of her old life, when she’d risen and stared at her reflection in the fogged up mirror, pondering how her life would pan out after her husband’s departure. That evening, Rachel had taken the first steps toward showing her a new, better life as a lesbian. Not long afterward, Jessica’s journey sent her on an unexpected detour, one that ultimately resulted in taking her daughters, sister and mother as lovers.
Now she’d been handed an invitation to follow another path that might bring Jess and her expanded family a whole new means of sexual fulfilment. At the same time, it was a huge step into the unknown, at a time when she, Rachel, Laura and Ann had achieved a genuine sense of security in their lives – along with the girls, who had never been happier.
If we join The Society, will our family still have that feeling of stability… or will it leave us exposed? Can we still have our privacy when the need arises? She finally shrugged. There’s time to work out the pros and cons, at least.
Giving her hair a touch-up with a beautiful tortoiseshell brush, Jess exited the bathroom. Grace was waiting for her in the hallway. She was now clothed in a simple shift dress, though it was clear to see she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath.
By the time they returned to the main room, the girls were dressed and lined up on the sofa, but as Jess looked around the room for Blanche, she entered the room behind them, also in a different dress. The three women took their original seats.
Seeing Jess was unsure of what to say, Blanche spoke first. “I hope you enjoyed your visit, Jessica. I know Grace and I did. Now, I believe our daughters have something they want to say to you.” She was about to address the girls, but interrupted herself to tell Jess, “I did not put them up to this, by the way.” Turning to the trio of children, she said, “The floor is yours, girls.”
As forthright as Jessica’s own youngest, Annabelle said, “Thank you for letting us make love to you, Ms Matthews. We really hope you join The Society, so we can do those things with the rest of your family.”
“It was lovely,” Willow agreed.
“And your pussy is scrumptious!” Savannah exclaimed, her cheeks flushed in a most adorable way.
Beaming at the three children, Jess said. “Thank you, girls. You made me feel wonderful. Perhaps we will do this again. I certainly hope so!” She turned to Blanche and Grace. “I’ll discuss this with my family, and let you know our answer soon as possible. For my part, though, I’m keen to accept.”
“Thank you, Jessica,” said a delighted Blanche. “You won’t regret joining our group. It’s transformed our lives for the better in every way.”
“It’s true,” Grace added, taking Blanche’s hand. “It’s the best decision I’ve ever made, for me and Willow.”
With a nod, Jess rose from her seat. “I’ll be in touch.” Winking at the girls, she turned to leave. Grace stepped ahead to open the door, and Jess followed her out. Blanche was just behind, with the girls bringing up the rear
“Thank you for coming, Jessica,” Grace said. “I look forward to hearing from you.”
Exiting the Lodge, they followed the path to the main house, continuing on to where Jess was parked. Blanche, then Grace embraced Jess, exchanging brief but tender kisses..
“Goodbye, Blanche… Grace,” Jess murmured. “Thank you… for everything.”
Blanche took her hand; gave it a squeeze. “Goodbye, Jessica. Drive carefully.”
Jess climbed into her car and switched on the ignition. As she drove towards the gate, she waved. The girls were waving back, little Annabelle bouncing in place. And before Jess centred her attention on the road, she saw Blanche giving Grace a passionate kiss.
When she reached the gates, they opened automatically, and Jess took to the road, homeward bound. At the first lay-by, she pulled in and parked with the engine running. Taking out her phone, she dialled up Rachel.
“Rach, I’ve just left Blanche’s house. I’m on my way home.”
“How did it go? Did she find you a new shop?”
“She does have some properties in prime locations, but she had another, very interesting proposal, one that affects our families. Can you come by after dinner?”
“Hmmm. Now, you’ve got me intrigued. I’m guessing it’s something good?”
“It could be monumental, but I can’t discuss it now. See you later. Love you!”
“Love you too,” Rachel replied.
Breaking the connection, Jess sat quietly for a few moments. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel as she pondered this new development. Finally, she shifted into drive and merged into traffic.
She smiled to herself, already imagining her family’s stunned response to the news.
Coming at some later time to be determined: Chapter 46!
After months of tedious legal manoeuvring, I’d finally managed to escape my nightmare of a marriage, and on very favourable terms. My adulterous bastard of an ex-husband got the house, which was fine with me, as I’d never liked the place. As a result, the judge gifted me with a hefty percentage of Brian’s paycheck. Needless to say, Brian was livid about how much support he had to pay, but he was on the hook for every penny until I married again – and after twelve years with him, I had no intention of ever taking another husband.
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My name is Melinda, and I am a thirty-eight-year-old divorcee from Kentucky. This is a story of how my life changed completely about a year ago.
This is a true story about me, my twin sister, and our cousin Kelly. It happened one night about ten years ago, when my parents were away on vacation.
I’ll keep the memory of it forever. The way she spoke that one word. “Please?” Only six letters, but oh, what a universe of meaning they contained.
Alice: Are you on laughing gas or something? Mitch and I got a look at your proposal for the Ruby Red Strawberries ad, and damn near had twin heart attacks on the spot.
Ron: It’s no joke — we are deadly serious about this ad campaign. I’m sure you’re thinking that we’ve flipped our respective lids, but hear me out, okay?
Alice: “Cutting edge,” that’s what you’re calling this? Maybe you ought to take a minute to consider what else cutting edges are good for — namely, slicing throats. Which may well be what happens to ANYONE crazy enough to take an ad campaign like this to a well-heeled sponsor like Ruby Red. Those heels will be planted right in our collective gluteus maximus, kiddo.
Ron: There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just come out with it. You can consider this my letter of resignation from Stern Advertising. Sandra is leaving too, though she’ll be writing a letter of her own as well. We are starting our own agency, one taking a more woman-driven approach to the modern ad campaign.
