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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