Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cool!” Ashley squealed.

“Just wait.”

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

“Good, huh?”

“Awesome! Let me do it to you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No! No!” Ashley wailed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is she still a virgin, at least?”

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

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

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

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

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

“None of your fucking business!” she snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Amanda

1796 – New York 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It does.”

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

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

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

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

“I want satisfaction, my mistress.”

“And by what means shall you receive it?”

“The dildo, mistress.”

“Now beg her for what you desire.”

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

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

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

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

“Why are you so filthy?” she asked.

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

“Yes, yes, tell me you want this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

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

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

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

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

“Anything, whore?”

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

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

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

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

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“Indeed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Louder.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Amanda Lynn

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Four months ago!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I do, Steph. Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you agreed?” Neve asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steph?”

“Hm?”

“I want to kiss you some more.”

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

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

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

“You know what I mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh?”

“Make love to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, yes,” she murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Steph…” Neve groaned.

Stephanie played the tip of her tongue around the dark pebbled flesh of the areola, coating it with her saliva. Then, with the flat of her tongue, she pressed down on the bud for a moment before sucking as much flesh into her mouth as she could, releasing it immediately with a soft pop.

Giggling as Neve moaned, she sucked it back into her mouth, this time holding it as she pinched the other nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Stephanie felt fingers tangle in her hair, gently pushing at the back of her head. She released her suction on the nipple and flicked it with her tongue, Neve’s hand still driving her into the fleshy globe.

Maintaining contact with her mouth on one nipple and her fingers on the other, Stephanie partially moved her body off Neve so that she lay against her, with one leg over Neve’s. As Stephanie gave her nipple a hard twist, Neve gave a strangled cry. Stephanie moved her hand down to the patch of damp curls above her sister’s cleft.

Stephanie looked up at her sister’s face, not taking her mouth off her nipple. Neve had closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open, and she breathed soft whines and moans. As Stephanie played with the patch of hair on her sister’s mons, she felt the muscles twitch in response to her touch.

“Oh, god, yes,” Neve gasped when Stephanie pushed her hand over her labia. Stephanie’s fingers dipped into the slick, smooth folds and moved through the ample supply of thick arousal.

Neve bucked in response to the new source of stimulation to her already aroused pussy.

Stephanie withdrew her hand long enough to bring her juice-covered finger to her mouth and sample her sister’s honey. She placed her hand back on her sister’s labia and rubbed gently as she slid down her body and left a fiery trail of kisses all the way to her belly.

Resting her head there, Stephanie began to explore her sister’s sex. Using two fingers she caressed the slick folds, gathering up more of the creamy juice then applied it to the engorged clit that stood proud, peeking from under its hood. Neve twitched when Stephanie started rubbing in slow circles with her fingers. Soon, Neve’s hips were pushing upward repeatedly at Stephanie’s touch.

“Steph, please!” Neve pleaded.

“Tell me what you want, Sis,” Stephanie said softly.

“Eat me. Make me come. Please,” she whimpered.

Stephanie was not about to deny Neve’s request. Rolling off her sister, she moved between her already splayed legs and lowered her mouth. The scent of Neve’s arousal filled her nostrils, making her lightheaded with the excitement of going down on her sister again after all this time. Taking a calming breath, Stephanie brought her sister into her mouth and pushed her tongue into the wet heat of her folds.

Neve jerked, and once again putting her hand on the back of Stephanie’s head, tangling her fingers in her hair.

It was almost painful, but Stephanie didn’t protest. Instead, she focused her attention on pleasuring her sister. Stephanie swirled her tongue around until she was circling her entrance, teasing it for several moments.

Neve rocked her hips, smearing her juices all over Stephanie’s mouth and chin and cheeks.

Grabbing hold of Neve’s hips, Stephanie pushed her tongue into her core, slowly fucking her. Neve groaned and twitched and squirmed while Stephanie’s tongue explored the smooth walls of her vagina.

Taking a hand from Neve’s hip, Stephanie coated a finger with the juices that were dripping down the crack of Neve’s ass and then toyed with her sister’s anus. Neve gave a grunt as Stephanie’s finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and sunk into her rectum. Letting the finger rest there for a moment, Stephanie pushed her tongue up through her folds and swirled around the nerve bundle that stood at the top of her slit.

“Fuck, Steph. Right there. Yes!” Neve had to force the words out as she gasped for air.

Sucking the engorged clit into her mouth, Stephanie scraped her teeth across the sensitive flesh, then flicked it repeatedly with her tongue. Stephanie felt Neve’s hands holding her head as she tried to push herself harder against Stephanie’s mouth. She increased her efforts on Neve’s clit and waggled the finger that was deep in her ass.

It only took a few more moments before Neve’s orgasm consumed her. Neve stiffened and shook as she gave a strangled cry. Stephanie slowly removed her finger from her sister’s ass and crawled back up to lay beside her. She watched Neve breathe, slowly tracing a meandering finger over her belly as she recovered from her climax.

“Hey there,” Stephanie said with a smile when Neve’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey yourself,” Neve replied dreamily. “That was so intense.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into a warm embrace and kissed her deeply, still euphoric from the sex and the renewal of the forbidden feelings she had once had for her sister. Resting her head back on the pillow, Stephanie brushed the hair from Neve’s smiling face. She sighed contently, happy that they had reconnected at this level. But she couldn’t help but think about their daughters. What would they think of their mothers fucking? With Piper and Brooke having sex with each other, would that make them more receptive to the idea?

Pulled from her thoughts when a hand fondly caressed her shoulder, Stephanie looked at Neve and smiled, sighing once again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Neve said.

“I was just thinking,” Stephanie said.

“Yes, I know. Hence the offer,” Neve chuckled.

“Are we going to do this again?”

Neve gave Stephanie a bright smile. “If you want. Except I need a few minutes to recover first.”

Stephanie giggled, “So do I. But I meant in the future.” She saw Neve’s smile falter.

“I really hope so,” Neve said, before meekly adding, “but if you don’t want to…”

Stephanie’s stomach lurched at the hint of sadness in her sister’s voice. Wanting to quickly remove any doubts that she might be having, she brought her lips to Neve’s and kissed her softly.

“Neve, I do. I really do. Please believe me,” she said stroking her sister’s cheek with her thumb until Neve’s smile returned. Stephanie kissed her once more. “I was just concerned about the girls. Do we tell them? I mean, how long will we be able to hide this from them?”

Neve sighed, taking Stephanie’s hand, and kissing her palm. “You’re right. Perhaps we should just tell them. We can sit them down, together, and give them the whole story.” Holding Stephanie’s hand to her chest, Neve rolled onto her back.

“I think they’d probably be understanding. With them being lovers and all,” Neve said, turning her head to look at her sister.

A shiver of excitement ran through Stephanie at the sound of Neve’s words. “You think they’ve had sex together before tonight?” she asked.

Neve nodded. “They have a couple of times that I know about, during sleepovers. They’re not always as quiet as maybe they should be.” Grinning, Neve added, “You didn’t know?”

Stephanie wasn’t sure how much she should reveal. She really wanted to tell her sister everything that had happened between her and Piper and Amber. But she wasn’t sure how Neve would react to such a revelation, so she decided to keep that quiet for now.

“Well, not actual sex sex.”

“Huh?” Neve said raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“They’ve been masturbating together online. I found the videos on Piper’s PC,” Stephanie said, watching Neve’s reaction.

Much to Stephanie’s relief, Neve laughed. “Wow. Really?” After a short pause, she continued. “I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Brooke loves to masturbate. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve walked in on her, or heard her coming in her room.”

Stephanie smiled at the thought. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Snorting, Neve gave her a grin. “Her masturbating? Or the online stuff?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “I’m perfectly fine with her masturbating. I’m happy she does and that she can make herself come so easily. As for the online stuff, well, if it’s only with Piper, I’m fine. I wouldn’t be if she were doing it with strangers though.”

“I know Piper isn’t. I checked her chat logs, and they were just with Brooke,” Stephanie paused, then said, “I walked in on Piper masturbating the other day.”

“Bet that embarrassed the hell out of her,” Neve chuckled.

“She didn’t hear me walk in. She was masturbating to a video of… ” Stephanie hesitated.

“Porn?”

Stephanie giggled. “No. It was a video of Amber.”

“Okay. And?” Neve asked, trying to draw more information out of Stephanie.

“She was… ” Stephanie swallowed. “Masturbating on my sofa. Amber, that is.” Again, she watched for Neve’s reaction.

“She let Piper record her masturbating?” There was surprise in Neve’s voice but Stephanie also thought she detected excitement there.

“No. Piper had snuck into the living room and recorded it without her knowledge.”

“Wow. Was it hot?” Neve asked, eyes wide. The excitement Stephanie thought she had detected was clear now.

Still, the question surprised Stephanie. She couldn’t mean the video, could she? What else could she mean? It was indeed a hot video, but the fact that her sister was asking this seemed almost too good to be true. Could a video of a fourteen-year-old girl masturbating turn her on? If so, what other sexy things might she be open to? She could feel herself become wet at the idea of Neve being interested in young girls just like she was.

She raised an eyebrow as she studied her sister. “If I said yes, would you think I’m a pervert?”

Neve shook her head. “No,” she answered quickly. “Have you looked at Amber? Don’t you think she’s sexy?

Holy fuck! She can’t be serious, Stephanie thought. Neve has the hots for Amber. Not that she could blame her. Amber is a sexy girl.

Stephanie smiled shyly. “Yes, she’s very sexy, and yes, it was a hot video.”

“Damn,” Neve muttered. “Did she come? In the video?”

“Yes.”

“Did you?”

Stephanie felt the heat rise in her face. “I… um…” she stammered.

“You did!” Neve laughed. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

Stephanie groaned and buried her face in the pillow. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment. Neve rolled onto her side again and rubbed Stephanie’s back as she kissed her on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Steph. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she paused. “Do you still have the video?”

Stephanie pulled her face from the pillow and looked at her sister, shocked once again by one of her questions. She nodded, “At home. On my laptop.”

“Too bad,” Neve said, frowning slightly as she caressed Stephanie’s hip. “We could have got off to it together.” There was a mischievous smirk on her face.

This was too much. Her sister apparently felt an attraction to young girls, just as Stephanie did. She was very horny right now and reached a hand for Neve and caressed her arm.

“Can I ask you a question?” Stephanie asked.

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to answer, and please don’t get upset by it.”

“Okay,” Neve agreed, looking quizzically at her sister.

Stephanie paused and took a deep breath. She wanted to come right out and ask her if she was fucking Brooke, but knew that wouldn’t be the right approach. Was there a right approach?

“Umm, when you walked in on Brooke, you know, masturbating. Did it…”

“Did it what, Steph?” Neve said calmly.

“Did it… excite you?” Stephanie chewed at her bottom lip, and searched her sister’s face. There was no hint of anger or disapproval. Not yet.

After what felt like an eternity, Neve quietly said, “Did it excite you?” The corner of her mouth crept up into a smile.

Stephanie frowned. “I asked you first.”

“I don’t know. If I said, ‘Yes,’ would you think me a pervert?” Neve winked at Stephanie, using the question Stephanie had asked her earlier.

Stephanie’s smile returned. “No, I guess not.”

“Then, yeah. It did,” Neve grinned and put her lips next to Stephanie’s ear. “It made me wet,” she said in a husky voice.

Stephanie moaned, and once again, felt her ears burn at her automatic response to Neve’s confession. Turning her head, she kissed her sister’s mouth and brushed her knuckles across her cheek. The heat between her legs was growing. She wasn’t sure, but Neve seemed to sense it and placed her hand on Stephanie’s belly, teasing her way lower.

“Really?” Stephanie gasped the question.

“Uh-huh,” Neve’s hand moved into Stephanie’s damp curls, playing there for a moment. She pushed a finger into her sister’s slick folds, finding an abundance of new arousal. Neve purred, “And it seems the thought is turning you on.”

Stephanie groaned and pushed her pelvis up, inviting Neve to touch further. She was panting and felt the familiar pressure building again. She reached for Neve and pulled her in for another long, wet kiss.

“What about you?” Neve asked as her finger found Stephanie’s engorged clit. “Did seeing little Piper touch herself get you excited?”

“Yes,” Stephanie moaned softly. She twitched as the pleasure rippled through her body. The thought of Neve getting wet while watching Brooke, and maybe even masturbating to that image, pushed Stephanie closer to the edge.

“Oh, Neve,” she whimpered.

“Did it turn you on watching Amber come on your sofa, knowing Piper played with her own pussy watching Amber come?” Neve whispered into her ear in a low sultry voice as she rubbed Stephanie’s clit vigorously.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” Stephanie cried out.

She couldn’t take anymore. The questions brought back all the memories of that night and the following day, images of Piper masturbating to the video of Amber. Stephanie felt the orgasm take her and time seemed to slow as she fell into the abyss. Ecstasy wrapped around her like a blanket and lay her back on the mattress before slowing fading away.

The sensations of the real world touched her skin and Stephanie opened her eyes. Still panting, she looked bleary-eyed at Neve, who smiled back and kissed her softly.

“Oh, wow, Neve. That was…”

Neve giggled, “I’m sure it was.”

Stephanie pulled her sister into an embrace, kissing and nipping at her neck. She pushed her leg between Neve’s, resting her thigh against her pussy. Reaching down, she cupped the fleshy globe of her ass and squeezed.

Neve moaned softly, and Stephanie felt her sister’s hip rock, pushing her sodden pussy against her thigh.

“That’s it, Neve,” she whispered huskily. “Hump my leg. Think of sexy Amber fingering her pussy on my sofa.”

Neve groaned. “Damn, Steph. You’re such a tease.”

Stephanie giggled and sucked on her earlobe. She moved her thigh in rhythm with the roll of Neve’s pelvis.

Neve’s thick, creamy juices coated Stephanie’s thigh, allowing her sister to move smoothly against her. Neve moaned, and Stephanie felt her blunt nails drag along her back.

“Amber is getting close now, Neve. She’s calling your name.”

Neve’s response was immediate. The urgency of her thrusts increased, and she groaned loudly. Neve was breathing rapidly, her body soaked in sweat. The smell of their arousal filled the air.

“Fuck, Steph,” Neve called out as her body stiffened and her sex pressed harder against Stephanie’s thigh.

Stephanie could feel the flood of her sister’s arousal flow across her skin and her nails dig into her shoulders as Neve gripped her tightly.

Finally, Neve gasped and relaxed against Stephanie, easing her grip.

They held each other in silence for the longest while. Stephanie sighed. This felt so wonderful, holding her sister, her lover. She was in a good place right now, and she hoped it would last forever. Feeling soft kisses on her neck, she purred.

“Steph, that was so hot. Thank you,” Neve said dreamily.

Stephanie chuckled. “You’re welcome, but really, you did all the work. I just gave you some narrative.”

“And what a wonderful narrative it was.” She kissed her sister’s neck again. “Let’s get under the covers.”

Nodding, but not wanting to move from the embrace, Stephanie reluctantly untangled herself from her sister. She stood, only long enough to pull back the covers. They quickly got in, pulled the covers back up, and resumed their embrace.

As they lay there in each other’s arms, kissing tenderly, Stephanie wondered about the dirty talk that had just transpired. Neve had gotten off to the verbal imagery of Amber masturbating that Stephanie had provided. She couldn’t help but wonder then if Neve could or would be willing to take the next step and make the fantasy a reality. Of course, Amber would have to be a willing participant. Maybe after she and Neve talked to their daughters about their renewed romance, they could approach Amber with that idea.

“Neve?”

“Yeah,” she said sleepily.

“If you could, without the worry of any negative ramifications, would you have sex with Amber?”

Silence. All Stephanie could hear, for what felt like forever, was Neve’s breathing. Stephanie felt uneasy. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Perhaps Neve was fine with fantasy taboo sex scenarios, but not so in the real world. Was Neve upset that she could even think of such a thing? Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but Neve spoke first.

“Yes,” Neve said quietly, not moving. “Providing that is what she wanted.”

Stephanie smiled, happy to know now that the idea of having sex with young girls for real didn’t repulse Neve. Fantasizing about it and really doing it were two distinct things, as Stephanie knew all too well. Still, the positive response didn’t answer the question that plagued her. How would Neve respond to the fact that she was having sex with underage girls, her own daughter being one of them?

“Does that bother you?” Neve said in response to Stephanie’s prolonged silence.

Stephanie smiled “Hell, no!” She kissed Neve hotly. Breaking the kiss all too soon for Neve’s liking, Stephanie continued. “I’m in full agreement with you.”

That statement triggered some sort of primal response from within Neve, and she attacked her sister. They kissed and groped and moved their bodies together like a couple of horny teenagers in the back of their daddy’s Buick.

The sisters made hot, passionate love well into the night, each climaxing multiple times before finally succumbing to exhaustion. They lay tangled together in the bed sheets, a jumble of sweaty, sticky limbs, and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Misty Meadow

The next Saturday morning, we three went shopping at the Portobello Road street market, where Ursula spent lavishly on us, buying clothes that met her approval. After lunch at a French-style bistro, we took the tube to Oxford Circus and walked to Marks and Spencer’s, Britain’s best loved department store. Dresses, tops, shorts, skirts and even underwear were purchased, but when Ashley demanded that Mum buy her a training bra, her request was denied.

“When you have breasts, I’ll buy you a bra, but not until then,” she firmly said. Ashley’s face fell into a pout. As I recall from my own youth, bras are prestige items for flat-chested girls of twelve.

“I never wear a bra, Ashley,” I said, to console her. “There’s no point. I don’t have enough to fill one.” That made her giggle.

“You’ll grow up to be like her, Ashley,” her mother said. “You have one of those slender frames, like ballet dancers and supermodels, and you’ll be so gorgeous you’ll be beating off men with a stick.” And women, I thought.

As for me, I was expecting a few new items, but Ursula went above and beyond, purchasing what added up to an entire new wardrobe for me. When I saw the receipt, I was positively gobsmacked. “You’re not to ever wear those dreary jeans and worn-out shirts again in my house,” she told me, “not unless you’re doing yard work!”

I was thrilled. Now I could abandon my slightly butch look and transform myself into a femme. It made me glad that I’d never cut my hair short. From then on I wore sundresses, or hot pants with short camisoles that revealed my belly button, or mini skirts to show off my long, slender legs. And, of course, that classic little black dress that’s perfect for every occasion, the one Ursula gave me when we first saw each other naked.

*****

Ashley and I had developed a kind of code with our doors. If my bedroom door was shut, she had to knock, and if there was no reply, I was either out or I didn’t want to see her (though the odds of the latter were next to nil). If it was open, however, she could just walk right in. Usually it was open. The same rule applied to her room, as well as the bath that we shared.

I’d occasionally leave the bathroom door open, so that Ashley could get a glimpse of me in my undies, or even in the nude. She was a little more circumspect when it came to her own privacy, and though I longed to see her naked, it never seemed to happen — though I did catch sight of her in panties from time to time.

Weekday mornings didn’t provide much in the way of bathroom intimacy. I’d wake her up and go downstairs to make breakfast, then she’d come downstairs dressed in her short, dark pleated skirt, white cotton blouse and navy blue blazer with its school badge. White ankle socks made her outfit a lot sexier than the school board had ever intended.

We’d share a lovely morning meal together, then I’d escort Ashley to school. She’d always take my hand as I walked with her, and I felt proud to be in the presence of this little angel.

But I didn’t make any kind of move on her, not yet. It was too early. I had to cement my relationship with her mum first, so that if, at some later date, Ashley and I were caught in a compromising situation, I’d have the leverage I needed to stay out of jail.

*****

I was playing a serious game of seduction with Ursula, though I always maintained the outward appearance of a model employee. I found out from Ashley that she thought highly of me, and one day I happened to hear Ursula on the phone, telling a friend that I was, “an absolute treasure — the best au pair I’ve ever had.”

There were evenings when Ursula would be out at the theatre, a dinner party or some other social event, and wouldn’t get back until after I’d gone to bed. However, she did spend some nights at home. Those evenings, while Ashley was sleeping, I’d commit some outrageous act of lewd sexual conduct, displaying my nude or partially nude body to her. For example, one night I slipped into Ursula’s bedroom while she was reading and stood before her, dressed only in my white cotton Marks and Spencer’s knickers, which I then slowly tugged down to my knees. She could only stare with hungry eyes as my freshly shaved cunt was put on display for her, bit by bit. I slowly trailed a finger through my slit, brought it to my lips to taste, then turned and left the room without a word.

The more I teased her, the more attractive I found her. Eventually, I allowed Ursula to touch me for the first time. It happened in her den, a small lounge that she’d converted into a cozy little office. I’d just brought her a drink as she toiled away at her computer, and as I stood next to her, she reached out to touch my knee. I could have moved away, but instead chose to let her slide that hand up the inside of my thigh until she reached the gates of heaven. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of my knickers, which were already moist.

I bent down to whisper in her ear, “Care to take a shower with me?”

Her face seemed to glow with mixed excitement and anticipation — but Ursula kept her cool, simply saying “Why, yes, I do believe I would enjoy that… very much.” Switching off the computer with a few deft flicks of her fingers, she rose to her feet and took my hand, leading me into the tiled paradise that was her bathroom.

She lovingly undressed me and let me do the same to her, then we climbed into a shower cubicle spacious enough to accomodate a racehorse. There, under the hot waterfall, she and I soaped each other all over until her hand strayed between my thighs — then, she hesitated.

“Go on,” I said, “wash my cunt. Get it clean, deep inside. Put your fingers into me.” A choked gasp escaped my throat as Ursula did just that, penetrating me with a single twisting thrust. It felt heavenly. “Ah, yes, that feels so fucking good. Fuck me, lover, fuck me with your fingers! Oh, my God, I’m gonna come!” I wasn’t faking it, either — she really did get me off in a big way. Then I got her to lean against the wall of the shower and did her from behind with three fingers, pumping hard and fast until I’d made her come twice.

Somehow, I was able to wall off my intense love for Ashley from my mere physical attraction to Ursula, and thus I felt no guilt at all about seducing the mother. I told myself it was just the means to an end, a way to ensure that she would come to trust me implicitly, allowing me unfettered access to her daughter.

One late night, I heard Ursula coming up to the second floor, an area she seldom visited. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open, pulled my knickers down to my ankles and sat on the loo, leaning back, waiting. She came in, her face alight with pure lust, and dropped to her knees in front of me. I spread my knees apart and slid my bum to the edge of the toilet seat, presenting myself to her. She leaned in and began to lick me.

The whole thing was insanely hot. There I was, having my cunt licked by my cultured, sophisticated, almost aristocratic employer, who was down on her knees in obeisance, worshiping me. Worshiping my cunt.

Sensing that I was close to climax, she lifted her head. “Come for me, Misty. Let me make you come, my sexy lesbian angel. God, I want you so fucking much.” And she pressed her mouth into my dripping hole once more, probing me with an eager tongue. I came in seconds. She carried me through the earthquake of my orgasm, them sat back, a look of perfect happiness on her face.

The following night, after she was asleep, I crept naked into her bedroom and carefully slipped between the sheets. She came awake with a start. I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’m gonna eat your pussy, Mrs. Urquart.” My pretence at formality only added spice to what I was about to do. “I’m gonna lick your hot, wet cunt, and then I’m gonna suck on your clit until you blow up like a fireworks factory accident! Now lie back, lock your fingers behind your head and spread those legs nice and wide.”

I went down on her with all the lust I’d been holding in these last few weeks, my tongue savagely probing her and attacking her clit like a mini punch bag, working four fingers deep inside her cunt. She was so wet that I was able to fold my thumb in and press my whole hand into her vagina, up to my wrist. I’d always wondered if fisting would be painful, but Ursula took my invasion without a word of complaint. She came so hard that I was nearly thrown from the bed. Hell, I came without even touching myself, lost in the pure lewdness of it all.

Afterwards, she invited me to stay with her for the rest of the night, but I declined. I told her I didn’t want this thing between us to burn out too quickly, insisting that we needed to ration ourselves to one or two nights a week. I didn’t tell her it was because I wanted to be near Ashley.

*****

Ursula was now practically eating out of my hand, though outwardly we maintained the employer/employee façade. She’d given me a pay raise and was regularly presenting me with gifts, dresses, a pair of expensive pumps to match the little black dress, some costume jewelry and a watch. I continued to do as good a job as possible with my chores, while attending AA meetings regularly.

One evening, I invited Ursula and Ashley to an ‘open’ meeting, one where non-alcoholics could attend, and the group secretary invited me to be the principal speaker. I shared my history with the whole room.

“My name’s Misty, and I’m an alcoholic,” I began in the traditional way. I was a little nervous about sharing the sordid details of my past with Ashley — there are things I did during my days of heavy boozing that still shame me to think on them — but in the end, I felt it was best to be honest about myself with the girl I loved. Besides, I figured that this was an ideal way to let her know, in a subtle way, that I was a lesbian.

When I finished, everyone applauded, and little Ashley stood, clapping as hard as she could, a beaming smile on her face.

On the way home, she practically gushed about how brave I’d been, how impressed she was that I’d turned my life around. My strategy had paid off; Ashley had a higher opinion of me than ever.

Now I was practically a member of the family. It was time to make my move.

Funny thing, though — Ashley beat me to it. The very next afternoon, in Ashley’s bedroom, after she’d done her homework, I stood, stretched and, said, “Good job, love… now I need to take a shower.”

“I need a shower, too!” she exclaimed. Did she anticipate my next question? Before I could ask, she said, “Hey, let’s shower together. It’ll be fun!”

Fun? That was her word for it? Would winning the lottery be “fun”? Will heaven be “fun”?

Whatever her reasons, this was an opportunity I’d have been a cretin to pass up. “Sure!” I replied, lifting my sundress over my head and carelessly casting it aside. I sat down on the end of her bed in my knickers and watched Ashley she dropped her skirt and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Beneath it was a white cotton tank top vest, making her seem more like a little girl than ever.

“Oh, Ashley,” I gushed, “you’ve no idea how cute you look.”

She glanced at herself in the mirrored closet doors, then back at me. “You mean ‘sexy’,” she said, grinning.

“Oh, that too. You’re incredibly sexy.”

“I know you think that. Know how I know? Cause of the way you look at me.”

My pulse was beginning to race. “Look at you? Like how?”

“It’s something in your eyes… like you’re starving and I’m a big, sizzling steak.”

“Oh, you certainly sizzle, Ashley.”

Giggling, she turned to face me as she slid her knickers down, stepping out of them and tossing the plain white underpants over to me. They were warm from her body, and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep from pressing them to my face, breathing in her sweet scent. Instead, I carefully placed them on her bed.

Meanwhile, Ashley was lifting her vest over her head, then shaking her hair free — taking her time, as if she didn’t want me to miss a thing.

“Ta-daah!” she sang, stretching her arms out wide as her vest hit the floor. “Whoopee, now I’m naked! Am I still sexy?”

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, scarcely able to breathe. “You’re… you’re perfect.”

I was unable to tear my eyes away from her body. She had the figure of a young boy — thin limbs, flat chest, narrow hips and no pubic hair in sight. How could I have forgotten how lovely, how desirable little girls are? I asked myself.

She aroused an intense fire of lust in me, making my body throb like heavy machinery. My cunt was already dripping wet, and if she’d stood there for a few more seconds, I think I’d have come, hands off, just from the sight of her. Staring all the while, I rose to my feet, stripped off my own knickers, then straightened, silently presenting myself.

Ashley’s gaze ran up and down my body — making me shiver, stripping me even nuder than I already was.

“No, I’m not perfect,” she said, suddenly serious. “I’m too thin. It’s you — you’re the one who’s perfect.”

I took hold of her hands, pulled her close to me and looked down into her big, dark eyes. Her body was just inches from mine.

“I like thin girls,” I said, my voice soft and warm. “I especially like slender girls who aren’t shy about being naked, girls like us who love to show themselves off without a stitch of clothing, girls who are proud of their bodies — who know how to melt another girl’s heart, just by letting her look.” I put my hands on her waist. “I like girls who are blossoming, just on the verge of becoming women.” I let my palms slip around her body, then slide down to cup her pert bottom. “I like girls with nice firm bums.” I squeezed her buttocks, drawing her body firmly against my own, then ran my hands up the sides of her torso. “I like a girl whose ribs I can count, girls with perfectly flat chests.” My thumbs found her nipples, teased them. “Girls whose breasts will one day develop into sweet little boobs, with hard nipples for me to play with.” I could her breathing quicken as my arms twined around her back. “And I like girls with pretty red lips, lips that are begging to be kissed.”

Ashley’s face was tilted up to mine, her eyes shining as if she’d been enchanted. The moment was right, the stars in perfect alignment.

I bent down until my mouth met hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, slightly parted, inviting the tip of my tongue to gently probe inside and touch the tip of hers, like a handsome prince meeting his princess for the first time. Through her nose, Ashley’s warm breath bathed my cheek. I swore for an instant that I could feel the excited beat of her heart as she pressed her body against mine. Gently breaking our kiss, I opened my eyes to gaze into hers again, then ran one hand over her hip, across her flat tummy and down to her hairless mound.

I spoke again. “But best of all, I like innocent little girls like you, still baby-smooth between their legs, who’ve never enjoyed the tender touch of another girl’s hand on their sweet treasure.” My hand was covering her slit, the middle finger gliding along its length. I let my finger tip gently move up and down, parting her moist lips without actually penetrating her.

Her body trembled, and then she said something that I’ll never forget. “Oh, Misty…” she whispered, “I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

“I love you too, my darling, from right when you walked in through the front door on that first afternoon.”

We never made it into the shower. I backed my little lover up until her calves hit the end of the bed and she fell backwards, pulling me with her. I rolled to one side to take my weight off her and we kissed again. This time she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, then sucked on mine.

I felt Ashley lift one leg, pushing it between my thighs, against my cunt. I responded, pressing my own thigh between hers. We began to move together, our bodies enveloped in a searing blaze of pure lust. I could have fucked her until we both came, right then, right there. But I had a deeper need, one that couldn’t wait.

I broke away from her and rolled onto my side, unable to keep myself from pausing to look at Ashley’s bare body.

She was confused. “What’s the matter? Why’d you stop?”

I placed a reassuring hand on her thigh. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do to you all these weeks, my love… something I dreamed about, that night after we first met.”

With those words, Ashley was all smiles again — so sweetly vulnerable, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “You can do anything you want to me,” she murmured. “Anything at all.”

Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to kiss you down there.”

I half-expected a measure of reluctance from such an innocent girl, but her face immediately lit up. “Oh, yes! Yes, Misty, do that, please!”

I rose, padded around to the foot of the bed and knelt down on the floor between Ashley’s feet, which were hanging over the end. Without a word, she spread her legs wide apart for me — which caused her slit to open ever so slightly, like a budding pink rose. She was visibly moist. I paused, transfixed by the sight.

My heart soared as a tiny droplet of her nectar oozed forth, slowly trickling down toward the crease of her anus — and I quickly burrowed between my little lover’s thighs to capture it with my tongue, its flavor filling my mouth, making me want more.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to Ashley’s vagina. My heart was pounding as I penetrated her — slipping my tongue into her, then dragging it up to her tiny clit. I heard her gasp, felt her hips thrust toward me, silently asking for more. So I went to work, going down on her, using every trick I’d ever learned to arouse her, drive her wild.

She was making little mewling noises, digging her fingers into my scalp. “Oh, oh, Misty! I love you so much! D-don’t stop! Ohmigod! Oh, this is s-so…” Her sentence trailed away, left unfinished as she began to shiver, clutching my head as if to make sure that I didn’t stop licking her.

Suddenly she let out a high-pitched shriek, then a long low moan… and I knew that she’d come. My heart swelled with joy. After weeks of unfulfilled longing for this beautiful girl, I’d finally made her mine.

She lay panting, her legs quivering very slightly as I placed a few gentle kisses on her slit. Soon, her breath  grew calm once more, and I lifted my head to get a glimpse of her flushed face.

Her eyes met mine, wide with wonder. “So that’s what an orgasm is like,” she said. “You made me come, Misty, you actually made me come! It was amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that before, not even when I touch myself in bed at night!” She struggled up into a sitting position. “Do it again, Misty, make me come again… no, wait a minute! I wanna make you come. I wanna lick you down there!”

So enthusiastic, so full of life… at that moment, she seemed more like a girl of seven or eight, and it made me love her all the more. “Oh, my sweet darling angel. Yes, do it to me. Make me explode with joy. I’m so turned on, it won’t take long.”

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched out on my back, my thighs spread invitingly. Ashley knelt between them, reaching out to caress my cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy, Misty…” she whispered, then bent down to take that first kiss.

She did to me exactly what I’d done to her, copying my techniques like the brilliant student she was, driving me crazy until an orgasm swept me away like a tsunami, enveloping me in a liquid wave of pure lust. When I came back to the surface, gasping for breath, she was lying next to me, her head on my chest, toying with one of my nipples.

“I’m in heaven, Misty,” she said. “I’m sooo in love with you. I’ll always love you, until the day I die.”

Or until puberty hits, I thought, and you discover boys. Frowning, I pushed that ugly thought out of my head. I was in love with her just as much as she loved me, and I wasn’t going to spoil things by worrying about the future.

And speaking of the future… I stole a glance at the clock above Ashley’s desk.

“Let’s take that shower we were talking about before, Ashley… we need to get this sex smell washed off. If your mum caught a whiff of us now, she’d know exactly what we just did.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess we better, huh?”

Turning to Ashley, I gave her what I hoped was a sobering look. “Listen to me, love. You and I have to be scrupulously careful not to let her find out about this… or anyone else, for that matter. What we just did could put me in jail for a long time.”

“I’d never tell Mum a thing — or anyone else.”

“Good girl. But don’t forget, she could also figure it out if we accidentally left a clue behind.”

She knitted her brow. “Like what?”

“Like leaving my knickers in your room.” I rolled off the bed and looked for them. Turned out they’d somehow been kicked under the bed. Placing them with the rest of my clothes, I took Ashley’s hand and pulled her to her feet, embraced and kissed her, then led her into the bathroom.

Washing her all over was a thrill all of its own. I soaped her, every little bit of her, from between her toes to shampooing her hair. I closely inspected every inch of her body, running my fingers around her armpits to see if she was ticklish there (she was), kneeling before her to look for pubic hair and happily finding none. I burned the memory into my brain so I’d be able to lie in my bed and use images of this wet, naked nymph to bring myself off. Finally I rinsed her off, and we shared a long, deep kiss.

Ashley was impatient to wash me so I stood, leaning back against the tiles, my feet spread far apart, She took the bottle of grapefruit-scented liquid soap, squirted a generous amount into the palm of her hand and began to lather me all over. She did a good but somewhat perfunctory until she came to my cunt — then she dropped to her knees, spread me open and inserted one, then two fingers inside. “Give me another,” I told her, and it slid in with ease.

I thought about getting Ashley to fist me. It was something I’d fantasised about (all the more so since I did it to her mother), but I’d never had a lover who could have gotten her hand into my vagina without wrecking me inside… not until now. I was sure Ashley would be willing, too, but that might’ve been a bridge too far. It would hurt, at least somewhat, and I’d have some difficulty persuading her that the pain was worth it. She was only twelve, after all — still a little girl in so many ways, still with an air of innocence that I found so endearing, so exciting.

Oh, well. I’d file my fisting fantasy away for another time. Instead, I would teach her another way to pleasure a woman…

“Let me show you this special way that one girl can fuck another, Ashley. It’s amazing. If you do it properly, I’ll go off like a rocket.”

“Cool!” she squealed, looking up at me. “What is it? What do I do?”

I gently grasped her wrist. “First, pull out for a second.” She gave a little pout, but did as I asked. “Oh, don’t fret, girl — you’ll be back in there soon enough.” That made her giggle. “Okay, now with your hand like this,” I turned her wrist so that her palm faced upward, “put your pointer and your middle finger back in, all the way.” As she entered me, I began to rub my clit. “Now… hook the tips of those finger toward yourself, and press hard.” She did, and a surge of ecstasy began to swiftly rise through me, stealing my breath away. ”Oh, yes, just like that!” I tweaked my clit, adding fuel to the fire — and that’s when it hit me.

My knees buckled and I nearly slid to the floor as another orgasm blew me to bits, ranting at Ashley all the while. “Ohhhhh! Oh, Ashley that f-feels so wonderful, m-my God yes, I’m — I’m coming!” Blindly reaching out, I seized my young lover, pulled her to me and held her body against mine as I shook helplessly.

As my pleasure faded to a warm glow, I allowed myself to slump down the tiled wall of the shower cubicle until I was sitting on the floor. I took a few deep breaths, then opened my eyes.

Ashley was looking at me, a mixture of adoration and pride on her face.

“I like making you come,” she murmured. “It’s almost as good as coming myself.” She glanced between my legs. “Um… can I have my hand back, pretty please?”

Oops. I didn’t realize that Ashley’s fingers were still buried in my cunt. With a sheepish smile, I parted my legs, allowing her to withdraw from me.

Emerging from the shower, we took turns drying each other off, exchanged a few more kisses, then went to our respective rooms to dress. Once I’d tidied myself up, I made my way downstairs to fix dinner, practically walking on air with each step.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Amanda

1796 – New York 

My shames were never-ending, it seemed, in Josephine’s care. I had been there a month and had been allowed only on Mondays to don clothing. She would take me with her to the weekly party where I served the tea, and when I did not have other duties I would kneel quietly next to her.

We would no sooner enter the coach to return home than she would order me out of my dress. Perhaps the sole saving grace was that I knew Josephine employed only women in her home, save the coach driver.

I was bathed and perfumed every day, as I believe she was as well. I would take breakfast in my room, served by Sandra, and then I was expected to join Josephine in her parlor. I would kneel at her feet as she read to me or played her harp. Often she would order me to serve her, and dutifully I obliged.

If she toured her estate, I could always be found in tow, five paces behind her. If she visited her stables or her kennels, there I was, my head bowed, my eyes lowered, five paces behind her, expected to silently accompany her.

I endured the giggles and insults and prodding of the women at the tea party, as they knew what Josephine did with me, but in their teasing I could hear some element of envy. Josephine was not unlike Catherine in many respects, and there were those who would give anything to take my place.

I must admit that at the time I doubted what I might be learning, but was determined to persevere. Catherine occupied a nearly godlike place in my heart and she had endured this very treatment. It had served to make her strong and confident and if it could do that for her, surely it would do the same for me.

I met with what I believe even to this day to be the greatest humiliation I endured on a particular Monday after our tea party when Josephine did not order me to undress once we reached the coach. It was fall and cooler now, and so I assumed she pitied my nakedness in the cold air. Indeed throughout the winter I was allowed to remain in my underclothing in both home and coach, but that was not why she let me keep my dress on that evening.

We rode through Manhattan until we came to an alley where the coachman stopped and helped us out. I could hear laughter and noise coming from the building across the street, and looking at it, I found it was a tavern. I wondered as we approached if this place was at all like Catherine’s, though I had been told that no such place existed in New York City.

We entered to find a very ordinary tavern. Josephine ordered ale for us and we sat quietly at a table drinking while a man played the piano and a woman sang. I did not know it, but Josephine had a reason for bringing us here. She knew people all over the city, and not all of them were the very rich.

A bar maid approached the table and Josephine smiled up at her. The girl sat down, averting her eyes from my escort but looking me over carefully. “This is Caroline,” Josephine told me.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said. She smiled and bowed her head quickly. Her attention, though not her eyes, returned to Josephine.

“M’lady, I did not expect to see you again,” she said.

“Come now, dear, you know you’ll always be near to my heart.”

The girl smiled but kept her eyes low. I watched this quietly, believing that this girl must have been under my mistress’s care at some time. I felt a note of jealousy, and it surprised me. More so, I wondered why we were here.

Caroline brought us another ale each. She joined us again and I noticed that the bartender scowled but did not say anything. The girl sat sipping rum while we drank.

I had begun feeling a bit dizzy by the time we left the tavern. Caroline came with us. Josephine stopped us in the alley before we reached the carriage and pressed the bar maid against the wall. She kissed her as she reached between the girl’s legs and massaged her sex. Caroline gave a shudder and immediately began rocking her hips. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, m’lady,” she whispered.

My mistress stepped away from the girl, leaving her leaning panting against the wall. “Serve her,” Josephine ordered as she stepped past me.

I gasped and shook my head. We easily could be seen from the street if anyone were to look, and I dared not do such a thing.

“Why do you hesitate?” Josephine growled at me, stepping close. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to where Caroline leaned against the wall. “Serve her,” she spat, as she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I looked up, quite frightened, to find Caroline appearing concerned.

“You’ll get the glove,” she whispered. “Do as she bids.”

“Listen to her, girl,” Josephine said from behind me.

I nodded my head and said what I had come to realize I must always have to say. “If it pleases you, my mistress.”

Filled with shame, I lifted Caroline’s dress, finding that, like my mistress, she wore only a garter belt and stockings. I covered my head with the dress and leaned close. She smelled wonderful and I felt my belly tighten.

I covered her sex with my mouth and began to lick and suck her clitoris. The girl moved her hips in a slow undulation as I lapped at her juices. I could hear her moaning and it excited me.

For all of the shame and fear I felt, I could not help but revel in the act. She tasted wonderful and I so loved performing this forbidden kiss. It was too exquisite to miss out on, and I wondered how normal women managed to find any joy in life at all.

I continued licking her juices and teasing her clitoris with my tongue. My fingers were buried inside her sex and I pumped them in and out as she ground her hips against my hand.

Caroline gasped and began moving more quickly. I increased the pressure I was putting on her sex with my tongue, while driving my fingers deeper within. The girl slapped her hands against the wall and groaned, clearly trying to keep her voice down. I sucked her and drew out her orgasm for as long as I could.

When at last I had finished, I withdrew from under her dress and stood, wiping my chin on my glove. Caroline stood next to me catching her breath. I glanced up at Josephine to see she looked quite satisfied.

“Get in to the coach girl,” she ordered, and I did as I was told.

I listened as the two talked quietly for just a moment before Josephine dismissed the girl. I saw Caroline hurry across the street and back into the tavern. My mistress soon entered the carriage and ordered me out of my clothing.

I had thought as we arrived home that the night had ended. It was late, and when Josephine sent me to my bedchamber, I thought surely I was meant to go to sleep. It was not until several minutes after I had climbed beneath the covers that she came to my room and ordered me out of bed.

She moved toward me slowly, hands behind her back. “I had so feared I would not get to use this on you, girl. After all you’re the perfect slut for me.” She brought her arms forward and on her right hand I saw a long black leather glove. Caroline’s warning immediately sprang to mind.

Josephine grabbed my arm and pushed me over the edge of the bed. I hardly had time to think before she drew back her hand and brought it down upon my bare buttocks with a thunderous slap. I cried out in shock, humiliation, and pain. Again she brought her hand down and I felt tears well in my eyes.

“Don’t cry out again, or it’s two more,” she warned me. “Now thank me for my love.”

“Thank you, mistress,” I sobbed.

“Beg me for another.”

I hesitated, and this was enough to cause her to bring her hand down again. I grunted from the pain.

“Please my mistress, another.” And she obliged. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was outraged, humiliated, ashamed and worse than anything, rather stimulated. She struck me three more times, forcing me to thank her and beg for more.

“You swore an oath,” she said, pulling me up and turning me about. “From now on, you shall always do as you are told, shall you not?”

Tears in my eyes, I was trembling and sobbing, but nodded my head dutifully. “If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I slept little that night. In the morning when Sandra opened the heavy curtains over my windows, she found me lying on my belly, naked in my bed, tear stains dried on my cheeks. I hardly noticed the mournful look she gave me.

“We’ve all had the glove,” she said sadly as she sat down next to me.

“You were her student?”

“It does not matter,” Sandra responded, shaking her head. She began stroking my back, and this comforted me. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. “Still, it is not such a bad place to be, miss.”

I looked up at her and tried to smile. “Did you know what she was when you came here?” I asked.

“We’re all here because of her… appetites.” She looked down at me. “None of us on the staff would choose a man if there was any other option. She finds us… I don’t know how.” A smile played at her lips. “She does take good care of us, miss.”

“Have you ever been with any woman save her?”

“Indeed. She hosts small gatherings from time to time. When she hasn’t a… student, then Temperance and I entertain her guests.”

“Entertain?” I asked, afraid to know. Sandra giggled. She parted her lips and wiggled her tongue quickly, then glanced down between her legs.

“Come, miss, it’s time to bathe.”

Sandra bathed me as usual, but somehow seemed more gentle that day. Most of the time it seemed dutiful, done with such care as one might clean dishes. Today though it was, almost, loving.

For weeks, I followed Josephine’s every instruction. I curtsied, I thanked her for her harshness, I followed behind her, all the while naked. I realized as time went on that my nakedness did not shame me as once it had. When she was away in town, I often strode about, speaking with confidence to the staff. But it was never far from my mind, what I was. “If it pleases you, my mistress.” The words rang in my head. I went to sleep with that being the last thing I said, and woke whispering them.

I had been warned that Josephine held small parties at her home on occasion. I also understood that I, being her student, would provide the entertainment in the form of carnal delights. I was afraid. I did not know what would be expected of me exactly, as Sandra had not been clear.

Soon I would find out, however. On a particular night, I would learn everything. I was made up and given a lovely wig to wear. I was not provided clothing, though, and felt a bit of trepidation at the thought of appearing naked before the women of the tea party.

They began to arrive just after sunset. I was to greet them at the door and escort them to the parlor. No one seemed to notice my nakedness. Or at least, much to my relief, they did not speak of it.

When everyone was accounted for, I left the entry hall and joined the others in the parlor, kneeling at Josephine’s feet. She treated us all to absinthe that night and we were quite dazed when we were called for dinner.

Josephine’s students did receive one honor amid their shames. At dinner parties they sat at her right hand. Thus, naked and silent, I took my place.

We ate with occasional conversation. Or, should I say instead, we ate, and they conversed. I was to remain strictly silent, lest I offend one of her guests. It was a fine meal, and when it was done we were served another helping of absinthe. I was feeling dizzy and quite warm. There was sweat on my forehead when we returned to Josephine’s parlor.

They traded tales of their travels and lives. It was then I learned that not only had Constance been married, but Mary had as well. The difference was that Mary had left her husband in London shortly after meeting Constance. They had never divorced but she had not seen him in eight years.

The other girls proved to be equally as colorful. I could hardly help myself enjoying the tales when my place in the house was made clear to me again.

Ruth stood up and glanced at Josephine. My mistress tapped my shoulder and leaned close. “Find Sandra and do as Ruth bids you,” she ordered. I nodded my head, of course, and spoke my motto.

We left the parlor and went straight to the kitchen where Sandra was helping with the night’s dishes. “Sandra,” I called. She looked up at me, then over my shoulder at Ruth. She quickly bowed her head and followed us up to one of the house’s many guest rooms.

Sandra knelt and motioned for me to do the same. “How may we please you, m’lady?” she asked.

“Oh, dear, how indeed,” came the reply. “I do so love to see a lady lower herself to make love to the help.”

I supposed that I must be the lady. This was not so terrible, I thought to myself. Sandra was a sweet girl, and I had made love in front of others more than once. The maid and I began to kiss and caress one another. I had no clothing to remove, but it was almost instinctive for me to begin removing Sandra’s dress.

“Call her your slut,” Ruth whispered. I was not sure whom she had addressed until I glanced at her and found she was looking at me.

“It’s fine, miss. I shan’t be hurt,” Sandra whispered in my ear.

“You’re my slut, aren’t you,” I said, trying to sound alluring. Sandra nodded her head in silence. “Say it. Say you’re my slut.”

“Indeed, miss, I shall always be your slut.”

During that moment I felt a kind of power. It was most unusual. I found that I could understand the appeal of having a sexual slave. A girl who would do your bidding no matter what you asked. One who was totally subservient to you. I understood that appeal, though did not find it especially appealing myself.

I lay with Sandra on the bed, I on my back, she on top of me, each with her face buried in the crotch of the other. I thought that this might be all that Ruth would want, when I felt her climbing onto the bed. I looked to find her undressing. In a moment she had taken Sandra’s place between my legs.

“And sometimes, I must admit,” she began, “I enjoy being the lady degraded.” She provided expert service to my sex, and I could tell this was something that she was dearly enjoying.

As I lay there enjoying Ruth’s attentions, Sandra began to buck her hips more deliberately. She was kneeling over me and I found I could not use my fingers easily. I lapped at her opening and drove my tongue deep inside. She sighed softly, then fell forward shuddering and trembling.

When she lay down on the bed, I smiled to myself. I liked her, and I was glad I had gotten the chance to gratify her. It was not long before, with the taste of Sandra’s sex still on my lips, I began to feel an orgasm building within me. I rocked my hips and raised my knees. Ruth drove her fingers deep inside my body and I pushed hard against her hand.

As I cried out with ecstasy, Ruth reached even more deeply into me and sucked hard on my clitoris. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I climaxed a second time almost immediately.

I pulled myself up and sat smiling down at Ruth. She lay on the bed on her back looking up at me and smiling back. I looked over to see Sandra watching us intently.

“Sandra dear,” I began. Her attention focused on me. “Be a dear and serve her, do you mind?” Sandra nodded happily and began making her way down Ruth’s body, kissing and licking her.

When she had reached the woman’s sex and began to provide her the tender attention I had enjoyed, I moved across the bed and began kissing Ruth’s mouth. Our tongues seemed to struggle together. When we parted, I moved down her throat, gently kissing her, until I reached her breasts and covered a nipple with my mouth, rolling the other between my fingers.

The woman grunted and moaned. She thrashed her body and I felt myself stimulated by her response to our efforts. I turned my attention to her other nipple and began moving my hand down her body to stroke her belly.

Ruth arched her back, thrusting her sex toward Sandra. I covered her mouth with my own as she climaxed under the maid’s attentions. When I broke our kiss, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. She then reached down between her legs and coaxed Sandra to slide up and lie with her.

We remained there for a time before Josephine found us all in the guest room. “Come along, Ruth dear, you can’t stay with them all night,” she said. Ruth obliged, calling on Sandra to help her get dressed.

The maid returned to her duties and I mine. I was called on again that night, by Helen, but she made the entire experience feel as if I were doing a tedious chore, and I must say I was all too glad when it was over and she left me alone on the bed without a word.

I had been in Josephine’s home exactly two months. I awoke to Sandra opening the curtains. I rolled on my back and smiled as I stretched. Sandra soon came to my bedside and waited quietly for me to get up. By now she had already drawn my bath.

I got up and crossed the room to where my tub sat. I lowered myself into the warm water closing my eyes and waiting for Sandra to begin washing me. I enjoyed her soft touch as she cleaned me. After some time she reached between my legs with a cloth to wash my sex, and I opened my eyes. She stared at me as she moved her hand slowly between my legs.

We were both caught up in the moment but that was all it could be, a moment. “Forgive me, miss,” she said pulling her hand away. “We’d both get the glove if the mistress knew.” I understood. When ordered to do so I could make love to anyone at all, but only when under Josephine’s orders.

Disappointed and feeling that we would never be able to simply enjoy making love, I climbed from the tub and dried myself. I walked with Sandra to the dining hall and waited patiently for Josephine to join me.

“Do you know how long you’ve been with me?” she asked. I was not sure if I were meant to answer. Eventually she gestured with her hand permitting me to speak.

“Two months today is it not, mistress?”

“Indeed. Your initiation time has ended and now the real training shall begin.” She finished her meal, then lit a cigar before speaking again. “We have so short a time together, girl, I simply cannot take more of it to prepare you.”

Prepare me? I thought. I wondered what terrible things I would endure now if my past two months had been but preparation. What would she ask of me now? I felt fear. I felt as if perhaps I had made a grave error in judgement by agreeing to come into her home.

“Tonight I shall grant you the freedom to do anything you would like to do,” she laughed. “I’ve seen the way you look upon Sandra. Well, tonight shall be your only chance…”

“If it pleases you, my mistress,” I said. I did not need to consider any other possibilities.

“It does, girl.” She drew on her cigar.

I was quite excited by the prospect of having Sandra to myself that night. I could only hope that she would want it. This was not the same as the party, where we were performing our duties. That night I should only make love to her if she so desired.

The day wore on slowly and I found myself touring the grounds with Josephine. We passed the kennels and I noticed that one of the bitches had born her pups. I was happy for Josephine as I knew she had paid a handsome sum for the stud services of the father. It added new blood to the line she was developing, though, and that was critical.

We finished our tour with the stables. I loved the steeds. I had never had any interest when I was with Catherine, but since coming here I had begun to enjoy feeding them hay from my hand and sugar cubes as well.

“Come along, girl,” Josephine ordered. I brushed my hands together and turned, waiting until she took five steps before I followed. I had to be careful because she had not granted me freedom until the evening, and even then I was not sure exactly what she considered free. What was worse, I daren’t ask, as she had yet to grant me permission to speak.

We entered the house and I took my place at her feet in the parlor as she read to me. When she had finished the chapter she was reading, she moved to her harp and began strumming it.

I watched her, wondering about her. Catherine had been neath her wing a time and Madeline learned from Catherine. They both chose to dress as men, but Josephine did no such thing and did not dress me at all. I wondered to myself if I would wish to dress as a man when I was done with my time here. I hoped not, as I did so love being a proper lady.

I had also come to understand why both Catherine and Madeline insisted on bathing very nearly every day. It seemed to me that this was learned from Josephine. I did not mind, though. A warm bath every day felt wonderful and seemed to soothe me.

“Have you something to say, girl?” Josephine asked, pausing from the harp. She’d apparently noticed that I seemed to be contemplating something.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does, girl.”

“May I wear a dress tonight?” My heart was pounding in my chest. I was afraid she would deny me.

“Of course, girl, all the more enjoyable to take you out of.” I bowed my head and remained in my place until dinner was called.

While I ate, I found myself becoming quite excited at the thought of coming to Sandra properly dressed. I could only hope that she would fancy it and wish to come to my bed.

When we finished, Josephine took me up to my room and rang the servants’ bell. Sandra came right away, but was sent to get Temperance instead. Tonight Sandra would not be a servant. Her only duty was to herself.

I was brought my finest dress, the lovely red one made of velvet, the one in which I had first appeared before Josephine. With Temperance’s help I donned it, and then they departed the room, leaving me alone. I was left to approach Sandra by myself. Josephine would not come with me, as this was not to be a mandate of hers.

Sandra had been dismissed early from her duties and I knew I would find her in her room in the servant’s quarters. I went to her door and tapped it gently with my gloved hand. A moment passed and she answered, surprised to see me. I think it had not occurred to her why she had been given the night off.

“You look lovely, miss,” she said, smiling at me.

“Thank you, Sandra, but tonight you must call me Elizabeth.”

“As you wish, miss.” She curtsied quickly, but I shook my head.

“No, you must see me as the same as you tonight.”

She looked at me a moment, curious.

“Will you come to the parlor with me, m’lady?” I asked, offering my arm to her.

She stood a time staring at me before she took my arm and allowed me to accompany her to the parlor. When we arrived, we found Josephine playing her harp. I saw Sandra to a sofa, then went to my mistress. She looked up at me and nodded my permission to speak.

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

“It does.”

“Might I beg a taste of your absinthe for myself and my companion?”

Josephine smiled, almost laughing, and gestured toward the mantle upon which the bottle sat. She stood from the stool before the instrument, looking first to me and then Sandra.

“And I,” she said happily, “I bid you both good night.”

My lovely companion’s eyes widened slightly, and I could see that she was quite confused by all that was happening.

I began to blow out the candles until the room was lit by only a few. I came to Sandra on the sofa and knelt before her, taking her hand. I pressed my lips to her fingers and kissed, keeping my eyes on her. She giggled, blushed, and shied from my gaze. “Miss, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I fear I am doing the best job of courtship I might in the short time we have,” I told her.

“Courtship, miss?”

“I beg you, m’lady, call me Elizabeth tonight.”

She nodded her head briefly.

“Have none of her other students ever fancied you, dear?” I asked.

“No, I should say not,” she replied. “And she often uses me in her games with them. So I beg you, do not take a shine to me either, for I fear that I shall be made to do terrible things to you.”

“If it is you, m’lady, I think it shall not be so terrible,” I smiled.

I did not want to think about what was in my future. I wanted only to focus on this night and my short time of freedom. I stood and began to lay pillows upon the floor. I took the absinthe, the spoon, the sugar, and the glasses, and set them close by then went to Sandra.

“Come dear, sit with me a time.” I took her hand and led her to the pillows where we sat.

We talked quietly, as I attempted to get her to call me Elizabeth, but she could not. In time we drank the absinthe and, giddy with it, began to kiss as we lay in the pillows.

This is what I wanted, but I had to know if it was her desire as well. “Sandra, look at me,” I told her, holding her chin and tilting her head toward me. “You mustn’t think this is your duty, dear. If you do not desire me, you must tell me so.”

She looked long into my eyes. I feared she was building the courage to tell me she did not want this when she smiled. “I do desire you, miss,” she finally said. “You are ever so lovely and kind.”

I smiled as I blushed. I was dizzy from the drink as I began kissing her again. But I did not want to make love here. I wanted her to join me in my bed. If she did, then no matter what happened, every time I lay in it I would have her memory to comfort me.

I replaced the absinthe and its paraphernalia, then helped Sandra to her feet. I offered my arm and after blowing out all but one of the candles, which I took with us for light, I led her to my room.

I set the candle upon the night table next to my bed and turned to her. She looked so beautiful in the flickering light my heart nearly skipped a beat. “Sandra, I want you so,” I said as I pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues met and I pulled her close.

I began to help her off with her dress, then slid her onto my bed, keeping my lips pressed to hers. “Do you truly want me, miss?” she asked, pulling away.

“Like nothing I’ve ever known,” I told her. “You make me quiver with excitement.”

“As do you for me.”

She started to undo my dress and I shed it as quickly as I could. I nearly laughed as Josephine’s words repeated in my head: ‘All the more enjoyable to take you out of.’

I hardly felt a thing being naked before her, but I could tell that she was shy even in the candlelight. “So lovely,” I whispered. I crawled over her, licking her flesh as I did. She trembled beneath me, encouraging me.

Our lips and tongues met again. I caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her lips quavered and her breath grew short. I felt her soft hands running along my sides while we kissed deeply.

I slid down and encompassed a nipple with my mouth, suckling it, biting it playfully and lapping at it. She ran her fingers through my hair and that was almost more exciting to me than her nails dragging along my back.

I took my time, kissing and licking down her body until I came to her mons. I ran my fingers through her soft hair then teased her sex. “I beg you, miss,” she whispered. “I beg you, no.”

I bit at her thighs and dragged my tongue around her folds. As she grew more stimulated she would become wetter and that was what I wanted.

At long last, I leaned forward and pushed my tongue deep into her. She drew a long deep breath and pushed herself toward me. I drew my tongue up and swirled it around her clitoris, rewarded by her moans and her juices.

I lapped at her as if I needed her sex to sustain me, and at that moment perhaps I did. I pushed my fingers deep within her, sliding them in and out slowly at first, but growing in speed and depth as she rocked her hips more furiously.

She hooked her knees over my shoulders, and I remember thinking to myself how wonderful it felt. She urged me forward, rocking her hips faster now. I knew her orgasm to be building as she moaned and gasped.

Sandra clutched at the bed sheets and pushed her sex toward me. She was digging her heels into my back and I was loving the sweet pain of it.

Her legs fell from my back, and I rose up smiling down on her. I kissed her body and climbed over her until I could kiss her lips.

“Oh, miss, you’re so wonderful,” she said breathlessly. I kissed her again. She shifted on the bed, sliding her leg between mine, and one of mine between hers in turn. She lifted her thigh until she could press it against my sex and began rocking on the bed in steady rhythm.

I moved with her, then realized that she had pressed her own sex into my leg. I found myself even more excited knowing we were both sharing in the same sensations.

We kissed and I held and squeezed her breasts as she teased my nipples with her fingers. I could feel her wetness on my leg. The knowledge of it inspired me to move faster and press harder against her thigh.

We rocked and kissed, our tongues tangling together until at last I began to feel that first tingle that told me a climax was not far off. I bent my head down, laying my forehead against her chest and pushing harder against her leg. She began to grind on my thigh with more force.

Knowing that she to grew close pushed me over the edge, and within only a moment I trembled and shuddered with my orgasm.

I had hardly begun when Sandra threw back her head and thrust her nethers hard against my leg. We moved together in time with one another, kissing as we climaxed.

In time it subsided, and I lay next to her, catching my breath. “Won’t you stay the night here with me?” I asked her.

“I shouldn’t, miss.”

“But you must. How could I bear to wake up without you?”

“Then I shall,” she finally agreed.

I wrapped my arms around her. She rolled on her side pressing her back against me and I lay kissing her neck for a moment before I nuzzled against her and closed my eyes.

In the morning Sandra was the first to rise as she always was. She opened my curtains, then bid me wait for her to return. She still had to go and wake the mistress.

When Sandra returned she did so with hot water and poured it in the tub. She left and returned with more until the tub was full and at the perfect temperature. She took my hand and led me to the bath, where I sat quietly while she washed me.

“Miss?” she said, gaining my attention. “You must know that no matter what I am made to do, I am sorry, I do not mean it.”

I smiled at her.

“I beg you, please forgive me the shames I shall visit upon you.” She looked very sad and this inspired fear in me.

Forgiveness… it’s a strange thing, for in the church and out in the world it is assumed that a transgression has occurred and that the transgressor begs pardon for the act. But that isn’t what it is, not as the nuns had taught me. As I understand the Catholics now, however, I see that what the nuns spoke of was against the very doctrine of their church. Forgiveness, I was taught, is a pardon given in advance by one, out of love, for a crime yet to be committed and without knowing the injury that may be inflicted upon one’s self. Forgiveness is a determination and a promise to bear no ill will even after the hypothetical transgression is made and the pain of it visited upon you. This is why the word is forgiven and not something else. It is pardon given in advance. One simply cannot forgive what already has passed. One can only accept an apology after the deed is done. Forgiveness is an oath.

And so it was with this in mind that I gave just such an oath to Sandra.

“I forgive you,” I said. Hearing this, though, did not seem to relieve her distress at all.

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