Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Chapter Links for descriptions)

Orphaned at the age of eight, sixteen-year-old Doris Sloane has spent half her life in a Catholic orphanage, where she was trained to care for young children. Our story begins when she is taken into service at the home of Victoria Shaw, a widow with three daughters: Melinda (ten), Sophia (eleven) and Becky (fourteen). Doris is thoroughly satisfied with this new life, but her orderly world takes an odd turn one night when she is seduced by Mrs. Shaw. Surprising herself, Doris responds eagerly, fully returning the pleasure she has been given.

In the days that follow, Doris and Victoria couple frequently, and Doris becomes skilled in the art of lesbian lovemaking under the tutelage of her mistress. She is deliriously happy, but her joy is tainted by the fact that she is only engaged to serve in the Shaw household until Melinda, the youngest, turns twelve. To complicate things even further, Doris has fallen madly, passionately in love with Victoria, and lacks the courage to tell her so.

One of Doris’ duties as nanny is to give Melinda and Sophia a bath every other day. The girls often invite Doris to join them in the large Japanese-style tub, but she always refuses, believing it isn’t proper. When she mentions this to Mrs. Shaw after a bout of lovemaking, Victoria suggests that Doris do what her youngest daughters want: get naked and bathe with them. Furthermore, she encourages Doris to pay closer attention to the girls’ nudity, to notice how beautiful they are in the altogether.

Doris finds this a bit strange… but that evening, while giving Sophia and Melinda their bath, she takes the time to study them more closely, and is startled to find herself feeling somewhat aroused.  The girls notice her interest, and on subsequent evenings, eleven-year-old Sophia begins to tease Doris by flaunting her nakedness. This only fuels this budding desire Doris feels… and very soon, she is masturbating to lewd fantasies of Victoria’s daughters.

One afternoon around this time, while the girls are at school, Doris in asked to join Victoria for a light luncheon in the back yard. There, Victoria offers the girl a permanent home as a member of the family, then tells her, “I love you.”

Doris is overwhelmed by emotion at first… but she joyfully accepts, and they celebrate by undressing and making love. 

Then next day, Victoria tells Doris how she first became attracted to women. It began at the age of sixteen, when she was given the service of a personal maid, a lively Irish girl named Nora, who would quickly become young Victoria’s faithful friend and companion. They would become lovers, but it ended disastrously when they were caught in the act. Nora was sent away, and Victoria was left devastated. More than twenty years later, she still mourns the loss of her friend. Doris does what she can to console Victoria.

The next day, Victoria tells of what happened after losing Nora. She was quickly married off to a man named William Shaw, who proved to be a bully and a drunkard. She managed to endure her marriage, gave birth to her three daughters, and ended up taking over her husband’s business as his drinking spiraled out of control. He died a couple of years later, and Victoria was free.

Back in the here and now, Victoria presents Doris with a startling proposition. Wanting her daughters to experience the delights of Sapphic love before they develop romantic attachments to boys, she gets Doris to admit her attraction to the girls, then asks her to pleasure Melinda and Sophia in the bath. Doris is shocked, but also quite eager to do as Victoria wants.

The following night, Doris undresses and joins the two youngest in the tub for the first time, where she caresses both Sophia and Melinda to orgasm, then allows Sophia to fondle her in the same way. Later that night, Doris visits Melinda’s room, where she licks the ten-year-old to another climax. When Victoria is informed the next day, she is well pleased. But her eldest daughter Becky, who isn’t yet privy to her mum’s seductive scheme, is growing suspicious.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

Little Melinda seemed ready to combust with excitement as I entered the bathroom the following evening. She’d made a very compelling argument that bath time should now be a nightly event instead of every other day.

“It’s very important for young girls to be as clean as possible!” the ten-year-old insisted. “And bathing before bed helps one get a better night’s sleep. Don’t you think so?”

I had to explain that water cost money, and that other people in the house would like to use the bath too, so she and her sister resigned themselves to the current regime of once every two days.

Melinda was first out of her clothes – glancing towards me as if to make sure I’d noticed her nudity – then first in the bath, her bright eyes willing me and Sophia to hurry up and join her.

Sophia made a more languid show of stripping herself naked, quite clearly for my benefit. When she was done cavorting she dipped a preliminary foot into the steaming water, peered back at me with a grin, then immersed her full body.

I smiled down at my two young charges, Sophia blushing adorably as she watched me take off my clothes. I stood at the edge of the bath a long moment, giving them both a good look at my bare body before sliding into the hot water with a contented sigh.

“Are we going to play that game again?” Melinda was all too quick to enquire.

Thrilled by the ten-year-old’s candidness, I pulled her towards me, plucking the bar of soap from its oyster-shaped dish with my free hand. “Grubby little girls need to be scrubbed clean first!”

The giggling imp wriggled and writhed as I held her close, the feel of her slender little form pressed against my bare skin nothing short of sublime. I nuzzled her neck and shoulders while the soap slid over her body, making it delightfully slippery. To my delight, Sophia joined in, and soon we had Melinda gasping and squirming as we teased her with our fingers.

“You’re making me feel funny!” the ten-year-old gasped.

“That’s the idea!” Sophia squealed, her hand diving between Melinda’s thrashing legs, giggling away gleefully as she rubbed the tight little slit.

I wasn’t sure if this was just a spur-of-the-moment game on Sophia’s part, or if there was a genuine desire to touch her sister that way, but I found it incredibly exciting. I wondered how their mother would feel about such a thing. Something told me Victoria would approve wholeheartedly.

“Stop! I want to do it to Doris now!” Melinda exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes alight with anticipation.

When I let her go she swatted her sister’s hand away and launched herself through the water with a splash. Catching her breath, laughter giving way to soft titters, she peered across at me with an unheralded shyness. “Can I, please?”

“You can wash my hair,” I told her. “I seem to remember you were very keen to do that.”

Melinda stared at me with a crestfallen look. “But… that was before we started playing the game. Aren’t we allowed to play it anymore?”

“Well, yes, but we don’t have to do it every time we have a bath. It’d be nice to just relax and soak for a bit, wouldn’t it?”

I was teasing, of course. I had every intention of having my way with the two eager little nymphs, but seducing Melinda in her bed a couple of nights before had given me a wicked idea.

Sophia sidled up to me. “That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“You were s’posed to make us feel good again. You promised.”

“As a matter of fact, you did, Doris!” Melinda chimed in.

Nothing got past my two young charges. I had indeed promised, and was obliged to make good on it.

I snaked my arms around their waists and drew the naked girls towards me. “Well, a promise is a promise, and a nanny’s as good as her word. But, you know, I have a much better idea.” The two of them peered at me curiously. “What if you were to ask Mummy if you can sleep in the same room tonight? Then later on, I could pay you both a special visit.”

“That sounds lovely,” Sophia said, a hint of colour gracing her cheeks.

“Ooohhh, I can’t wait!” Melinda squealed, splashing water about in excitement.

“We’ll be in my room, all right? Melinda’s doesn’t have a lock,” Sophia declared. “You better not forget, Doris. And don’t be too late, because we’ll probably go to bed early.”

I playfully flicked water at the eleven-year-old. “Yes, little madam, right away, little madam!”

While the girls lathered my hair, giggling away happily, I happened to catch a shadow disengaging itself from the narrow bar of light beneath the bathroom door. The almost imperceptible sound of pattering feet moving across floorboards told me we’d just had a curious eavesdropper.

II

When I entered the lounge a while later Sophia and Melinda were already dashing in the opposite direction and up the stairs in their dressing gowns, as breathless and giddy as they’d been earlier in the bathroom.

“We’re going to bed now, Doris!” Melinda trilled from the landing above. Sophia responded with a “Shhh!” and the two of them ran off giggling.

“Oh. Goodnight,” I called after them, running a towel through my damp hair.

Victoria was on the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her. Becky lounged next to her.

“They seemed very keen to finish their cocoa and hurry to bed,” Victoria said with a wry smile. “They’re both roughing it in Sophia’s room tonight, apparently.”

“They’re acting oddly,” Becky ventured, cradling her own mug of cocoa.

“I promised to read them a bedtime story,” I improvised. “A longer one than usual, actually. I’m sure they’re just looking forward to that.”

The fourteen-year-old regarded me carefully, lines of suspicion creasing her brow. “Why did you just tell them goodnight, then?”

Victoria reached out to stroke her eldest daughter’s hair. “Now, now, Miss Marple. I’m sure there’s no mystery to be solved here. Let Doris and the little ones have their fun.” She flashed her eyes at me, then let her fingers travel down to tease the nape of Becky’s neck. Becky responded with a sleepy, cat-like contentment. I could almost imagine her purring.

“Best not to keep them waiting, Doris,” Victoria crooned. “Knowing the girls, they won’t let you go until you give them what they want…”

Meeting her eyes, I allowed myself a small smile. “I’ll do my best.”

“You’re all acting oddly,” Becky grumbled as I retreated from the room.

I wished with all my heart that Becky could join us, that I could take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to Sophia’s room; allow her to see what her sisters and I had been getting up to. There was no denying a good portion of that longing was a desire to be intimate with the fourteen-year-old, just as I’d become intimate with her mother, and now the two younger girls, but perhaps more important to me was a feeling that she should not feel excluded. Despite her independence, I still felt a certain responsibility towards Becky. It didn’t sit well with me that she clearly knew something was afoot and must surely be wondering why she wasn’t a part of it.

I’d seen it before, in the orphanage. Alliances were formed, factions arose. The ones deemed unworthy were not permitted access to those elite cliques, for no other reason than a cruel impulse to isolate the weakest and most vulnerable amongst us. Such is human nature, I suppose. But when the only role models we knew had nothing to teach us but their own cruelty and intolerance, was it any wonder there was little in the way of kindness and compassion?

So I felt for Becky what I felt for those other girls – the need to draw her in and tell her she was loved, that she could join us whenever she liked.

But I understood that including Becky in our sexual games was Victoria’s decision, not mine. If she felt her oldest was not ready to be initiated, I would have to respect that.

Perhaps it would be prudent to broach the subject with Victoria. But not that evening. That evening I had two eager little girls waiting for me upstairs.

III

I gave Sophia’s door a brief knock, then entered her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Two bright pairs of eyes followed my every move.

The sisters were sitting on Sophia’s bed, dressing gowns discarded, leaving them in just their nighties. Melinda’s was pale blue with small yellow flowers. Sophia’s was plain white cotton, thin enough that I could see the outline of her bare legs through the material.

“You came,” Melinda said, delighted.

I sauntered towards the bed, pulling up Sophia’s little vanity chair to sit in. “I said I would, didn’t I?”

“Are you going to do rude things to us now?” Sophia enquired. “I saw you lock the door, so I think you are. You will, won’t you?”

I let my hand rest upon the eleven-year-old’s calf, teasing the bare skin with my fingertips. “Always so impatient. And what is it you’d have me do, exactly?”

“What you did to us in the bath the other night,” Melinda explained. I let my free hand venture up her leg, beneath her nightdress. “And… and what you did afterwards in my bedroom.”

“Melly said you licked her truffle,” Sophia alleged, her euphemism for a vagina making me smile, “but I think she was fibbing.”

“I wasn’t fibbing, Sophie! Tell her, Doris. Tell her what you did to me.”

“Quieten down now,” I told them with a finger to my lips, then shifted the chair closer to the bed. “Why tell when I can show? Melinda, pull your nightie up for me, would you?”

The ten-year-old didn’t hesitate, hiking the nightdress up her legs and round the waist to reveal her bare slit. “Oh, you won’t believe how nice this feels, Sophie! It makes me want to – to swoon, almost!”

“Move closer to me,” I told the excited youngster. “Spread your legs nice and wide, so your sister can see what I’m doing.”

Intrigued, Sophia shuffled nearer while Melinda scooted as close to the edge of the bed as she could without falling off. Her feet were dangling free, so she swung her legs open and held them in place with both hands beneath her thighs, much as she’d done the last time we’d engaged in this illicit activity.

I planted a kiss on the dimpled creases between her plump pubis and inner leg. The skin there was warm, moist and deliciously tart.

When I peeked at Sophia, she was craning her neck to see what I was doing. The wide-eyed scrutiny she gave us seemed to suggest she wasn’t quite ready to believe I’d actually have the audacity to lick a little girl’s truffle, no, surely not!

I did exactly that. Sophia’s hand flew to her mouth, and she gasped loudly when my tongue emerged to trace the cleft of Melinda’s pussy. I flicked back and forth, tilting my head to one side to make sure the view was unobstructed, ever mindful that we now had an audience. I wanted nothing left to the imagination for young Sophia. The depravity of that thought should have filled me with shame, but instead I found my teeth bared in a wicked smile, tongue flickering serpent-like through Melinda’s tight slit.

How far I had fallen. And such a way yet to fall.

“See, Sophie?” Melinda gasped as I licked her out. “I wasn’t lying, was I? You should – ooh, that’s n-nice! – you should apologise to me, I think.”

“Huh?” Sophia was clearly enthralled by the sight before her, and when she murmured a response, her voice was distant and dreamy. “Oh… yes, I’m sorry, I suppose.” She placed a hand on my shoulder, and I gazed up at her. “You can do that to me now, if you like…”

There was every reason to believe I would like it very much indeed. “Pull your nightie up, then. In fact, we may as well have it all the way off. Yours too, Melinda.”

Her eyes dancing with excitement, Melinda discarded her nightdress without so much as a second thought, carelessly dropping it to the floor.

Sophia took her time, tugging the nightie over her head until she was wearing nothing but a smile.

“Spread your legs for me,” I told her.

She leaned back against the bed on her elbows and moved her knees slowly apart. “Like this?”

Her slit glistened with a hint of moisture, the lips of her sex bulbous and slightly flushed. I wondered if she’d begun to menstruate yet. Perhaps not, but the dawn of her womanhood was surely imminent.

I moved my head between her thighs, kissing a path up her toned legs, the scuffs and scrapes on her knees reminding me that, yes, of course she was still a child. A little girl who loved to climb trees and dance to the wireless and watch birds in the garden. And now Sophia, always ready to try new things, Sophia, so inquisitive and curious, would know how it felt to have her sweet pussy licked.

My tongue traced a slow, languid path through the eleven-year-old’s vulva while my eyes fixed on her face, eager to see how she responded. Sophia’s earthy taste lingered in my mouth like a fine wine, the faint musky smell of her arousal flavouring the air.

“Oh!” Sophia cried, her brow creased into a look of such intense concentration and surprise, it made her appear almost comical.

“It’s nice, isn’t it, Sophie?” Melinda said, twining a lock of her sister’s hair round and round a finger.

Sophia gave an abrupt nod, hair spilling about her face. “Mm.”

“I told you it was, didn’t I?”

“Mm.”

“Is it just about the best thing you ever felt?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I think so too! Um… don’t forget about me, Doris.”

So I alternated between the two girls, licking each in turn, my tongue first flicking, then lashing, then probing the warm, wet crevices where their puffy lips met, delving as deep as I was able to go.

I looked up to see a dreamy-eyed Sophia turn to her sister. “Mummy mustn’t ever find out about this, Melly. You won’t forget and let it slip, will you?”

Melinda made a face. “Of course I won’t! I’m not stupid, Sophia.”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry,” said Sophia, touching her baby sister’s arm. “I… I love you, Melly.”

Then all at once their lips came together in a kiss, as if they were suddenly compelled to share a moment of intimate affection. The exchange was fleeting, the two girls separating as quickly as they’d joined, each looking as surprised as the other.

“Cripes…” Melinda piped.

“Mm,” Sophia murmured back with a nod.

Their attention soon returned to me. I coaxed two little clitorides from their fleshy sheathes, trapping one between my lips while I lightly stroked the other, frequently switching back and forth to give the girls pleasure both ways.

Sophia reached orgasm before her sister. Honestly, I was amazed she had lasted this long. She screwed her face up and surrendered to the instinct to hump against my mouth as I rolled my tongue inside her vagina. She began to wail – but Melinda, bless her, had the presence of mind to cover her sister’s mouth, hissing, “Sophie, hush! You’ll have Mummy in here!”

The eleven-year-old was still twitching away when I returned my attention back to Melinda and her exposed sex. Quickly raising her legs again, she demanded, “Now hurry and make me feel nice, Doris. My arms are getting tired.”

“Let’s make this more comfortable for you, then,” I told her. “Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

The ten-year-old did as I asked, spreading her knees apart and thrusting her bum towards me, the sweet pucker of her anus suddenly on full display. There and then, I decided to employ one of Victoria’s lewdest techniques on her youngest daughter.

“Melinda?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to make you feel good another way. Would you mind if I have a little lick of your bottom?”

Melinda peered back at me with wide eyes. “The actual hole of my bottom?”

“That’s right.”

“Doris!” A shocked Sophia gasped, but it didn’t escape my notice that she shuffled intriguingly closer. “You oughtn’t to lick her there, it’s dirty. Isn’t it?”

I couldn’t very well tell them that it was their own mother who’d introduced me to the art of arse licking, and that she and I had been indulging in the same nefarious practice for weeks now.

“You’ve both had a bath, so your bums should be nice and clean. Let’s give it a try, at least. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“All right,” Melinda agreed with a grin, swaying her backside back and forth invitingly.

“You’re awful, Melinda!” Sophia squealed through a fit of giggles.

I half-expected Melinda to pull away when my tongue found her arse – I’d certainly been surprised when her mother had kissed me there for the first time – but Victoria’s youngest seemed eager to experiment, even going so far as to spread her knees even further apart. I savoured the earthy, metallic taste, drawing my tongue through the crack of her arse, then teasing the hole with the tip.

“Goodness…” Sophia murmured as she watched intently. “What does it feel like, Melly?”

“It’s rather nice,” Melinda replied matter-of-factly, “but I prefer having Doris lick my— Oh! That’s more like it!”

My thumb had found her clit, pressing firmly against it and rubbing back and forth while I continued licking her arsehole. Soon I had the ten-year-old bucking wildly while her big sister looked on, astonished.

Melinda collapsed on the bed, groaning in pleasure. “I just about nearly melted…” she murmured into the pillow, an occasional tremor still rippling through her slender body.

I turned to Sophia, flashing my eyes at her. “I suppose you’d like another turn, would you?”

The eleven-year-old nodded enthusiastically. “Just the other way, though. I’m not sure I want to have my bum licked.”

It occurred to me I had far too many clothes on, so I remedied that, standing up and undressing slowly and seductively for the girls. The sense of power I wielded over the two youngsters held an undeniable appeal. That they would follow wherever I chose to lead them, like trusting little lambs, was strangely thrilling to me. Was this how my mistress felt when she first seduced, then educated me in the ways of love? This grand sense of wicked coercion?

Now naked as the children I cared for, I rested one knee upon Sophia’s bed. “Make some room, girls.” They hastily made space for me, allowing me to stretch out on the small bed. “Sophia, I’d like you to kneel over me, so your truffle is right above my mouth. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I think so.”

Sophia stood up and stepped over me, then lowered herself to my face, her sex barely an inch from my mouth. She was facing my feet, which hadn’t been my intention, but I realised it would be better that way, allowing her to see what I had planned for her sister.

“Melinda… while Sophia’s doing that, would you like to lick my pussy?”

“Puss-ee!” Melinda giggled, trying the familiar word in this completely new context. “Puss-eeee…”

The ten-year-old shuffled between my open thighs, her bright eyes studious as she regarded my sex. The sight of her face poised near my cunt, framed between Sophia’s legs, was an image as potent as anything I could ever have conjured up in my masturbatory fantasies.

Taking hold of Sophia’s hips to guide her down the last couple of inches, my tongue made contact with the child’s sex, probing the raw, coppery flesh while Melinda flicked her own tongue through the folds of my cunt. How I’d longed to have her mouth there, fantasised about it whilst touching myself during those quiet moments alone. And now here we were – at the threshold of that often imagined deed.

For a complete novice, Melinda was doing a surprisingly good job licking me, her enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of skill. Still, I found myself craving more – and soon enough I had the inspired notion that would surely satisfy my hunger.

I laid a hand on Sophia’s bare back, gently nudging her forward. “Help your sister,” I murmured, then returned to licking her slit.

She seemed to understand what I wanted, but hesitated briefly. “Melly? What’s it like?”

Melinda raised her head. “It’s nice!” she chirped, illustrating the point by licking her lips. “Remember when Mummy gave us a sip from her wine glass? Sort of like that… but sweeter.” Dipping her head, she buried her mouth in my sparse bush and got back to work.

Sophia bent forward, and soon I was rewarded with the caress of a second tongue, this one lashing against my exposed clit. By then, she was becoming aware of the exquisite possibilities our tender little buds harboured, and clearly meant to make use of this new found knowledge.

The eleven-year-old’s position atop my body afforded me a tantalising glimpse of her anus. I found myself unable to resist prising her arse cheeks apart, so I might feast my eyes on that puckered delight while I feasted for real on her fresh young sex.

Being licked by two little girls at the same time was a dizzying experience, even knowing they were learning as they went, perhaps even because of that. Would that I could actually see my young charges as they used their tongues on me! That said, the pink crease of Sophia’s pussy and the dusky promise of her arsehole were a wonderful distraction.

Suddenly their mouths weren’t touching my cunt anymore. I paused in my own licking, listening for some clue as to what the girls were doing. What I heard made my heart throb – a faint moist sound, coupled with a blissful purr from Sophia.

My God… are they kissing?

They were; I was certain of it. In the midst of pleasuring me, their mouths had wandered together. If their first kiss mere minutes ago had been one of spontaneous passion, then this one must surely be fully considered and desired, with none of the awkwardness or surprise of that earlier exchange. That they would choose to love each other that way was a thrilling notion, not least because I knew it was me they tasted on one another’s lips.

It didn’t last long. They hastily returned to my pussy, as if abruptly remembering what they were supposed to be doing. I continued to lick Sophia, wondering if the girls would be indulging in kissing games later when I’d returned to my own bed.

Those delicious feelings began to churn and roil inside me all over again, my climax fast approaching. I was determined to make Sophia spend first, however. I centred my attention on her clitoris, suckling it like a tiny nipple.

When the eleven-year-old began to writhe beneath me, I knew she was close to release, and having her come in my face would certainly be enough to send me over the edge. I pressed my mouth against her vagina and sucked hard, simultaneously arching my hips in response to the dazzling brilliance of my own climax. I barely drew my lips away from the child’s spent pussy to murmur breathlessly, “Good girls… oh, you clever, clever girls…”

Soon overcome, Sophia tumbled off me and onto her back, her breathing coming in huffs and puffs. Melinda sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, wearing a triumphant smile.

“Come here, both of you,” I murmured, opening my arms in invitation.

The girls fell willingly into my embrace. Cupping their firm bottoms, I kissed each upon the brow, then found their mouths, slipping my tongue between their lips in turn. The taste of our combined arousal passed from mouth to mouth, lingering like an echo.

Once I’d mustered up the strength to climb down from the bed and dress myself, I helped the two little ones back into their nighties and tucked them in until they were side by side beneath the blanket. Switching off the bedside lamp that had illuminated our forbidden games, I unlocked the bedroom door and made a silent exit, leaving my darlings drifting into slumber.

When I stepped out into the hallway, Becky was loitering outside her bedroom. I wondered where she had been standing a few moments before, and for how long. She seemed flustered, like she’d just been caught with her hand in the biscuit barrel.

“Oh, hello, Doris,” The fourteen-year-old said, not quite meeting my gaze. “Um… did Melly and Sophie enjoy their bedtime story?”

“I believe they did,” I replied. “It had a very exciting ending, too. Would you like to join us for the next one?”

Becky trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, a finger idly teasing the hollow of her throat. “I… I’m too old for bedtime stories.”

Not the kind of stories I tell, beautiful girl, I thought. You’re never too old for those. Or too young, for that matter.

“You might be surprised,” I purred. “Goodnight, Becky.”

“‘Night.” Her cheeks bright pink, Becky hastened through the door to her bedroom, closing it behind.

I ran my fingertips over her nameplate as I passed, the embossed flowers teasing my tingling skin. Eager for love again, and so soon. How greedy I was!

I made my way to my own room, intent on having a little fun with myself before going to sleep.

As it turned out, there was no need.

IV

Mere minutes after I’d slipped into bed, Victoria came to me with that familiar look in her eyes, the one that brooked no argument and never failed to rouse my desire. Indicating I should be quiet, she took my hand and led me to her room.

No sooner was the door closed than she was upon me, fumbling at the buttons on my nightie, then all but ripping it away. Her hands darted from my breasts to my pubis, as if she couldn’t decide which she wanted more. Her fingers brushed my lips, inviting me to taste myself. Potent; musky, the consummation of my dalliance with her daughters was all too apparent. Victoria knew it too.

She struggled out of her clothes, then pushed me roughly onto the bed, my breasts pressed almost painfully against her body as her hungry mouth found mine. Her hands were reaching beneath my legs, clutching at my arse as she moved downwards, drawing my pelvis towards her face. “I can smell my daughters on you,” she told me.

I wasn’t sure if that was true or not. The perfume of my own arousal must surely have overpowered any lingering traces of Sophia and Melinda. Perhaps it was simply the idea of her little girls’ scent on me that Victoria found so tantalising.

She lingered near my open sex for a good long moment, breathing me in, savouring the sight of the juices that glistened in my pubes like fine morning mist.

“You’ll tell me everything that happened with the girls tonight,” she demanded. Her voice was perfectly calm and measured, but I saw the heat of lust in her eyes. “Every last detail. And while you do that, I shall pleasure you.”

Then her mouth was there, nibbling at the lips of my pussy, sucking on the aching core of my clitoris, still sensitive from Sophia’s endeavours. I was Victoria’s puppet – scarcely able to think, let alone draw breath, as she took me from one peak to the next with tongue and teeth and fingers. And as she stoked the fire that blazed and roared inside me, I told her as much as I was able before my words gave way to barely stifled wails of ecstasy.

Once I’d caught my breath, I shoved Victoria onto her back without a word and took her roughly, driving three fingers in and out of her cunt and licking her clit until she came over my hand. Just as she’d offered me her fingers to taste, I offered her mine in return, this time joining her in licking them clean.

We lay there for a while until finally I roused myself, rising from the bed and gathering up my nightdress, ready to return to my room.

But Victoria halted me with a hand upon my arm. “No,” she whispered. “Stay with me tonight, my love. Will you, please?”

How could I refuse? Letting my nightie drop back down to the floor, I returned to bed as Victoria raised the satin sheet in invitation.

I gave her a gentle, lingering kiss – so different from the frenzied coupling we’d just enjoyed, though every bit as pleasurable. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you, my sweet,” Victoria replied, then asked, “And what about the girls? Do you love them too?”

That confused me. Of course I did. Why would she think otherwise? “I adore the girls, Victoria. Surely you know that by now.”

She studied me thoughtfully. “Even Rebecca…?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I love Becky, too.”

Victoria seemed satisfied with that. “Good.” Smiling lazily, she ran her fingers through my hair. “Let’s go to sleep now. I’ll enjoy waking up next to you very much, I think.”

We came together in one last kiss, our tongues engaging in a brief pas de deux, then lay down, our bodies entwined.

Victoria seemed to doze off right away, but a twinge of curiosity kept me awake. Why did she want to know if I loved the girls… Becky in particular? It seemed like a casual enough question, though knowing my lady, I suspected it was anything but. Still, it had been a long, eventful day, and I was quite weary. Pondering the meaning of Victoria’s words, I drifted into slumber.

Soon to come: Chapter Eleven!