Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jen

Eventually Francoise awoke and we returned to the house. I was still somewhat confused about what had transpired. I did not really understand the offer my stepmother had made to me, but something deep within my soul was propelling me towards accepting it. She inhabited an exciting hidden world, where she seemed to hold all those around her in her thrall. I both wanted to serve her and to be her. It was an intoxicating and mysterious proposition.

That night I could not sleep. Looking for some distraction I slipped out of bed and across to Francoise, but found her deep asleep. I returned to my own bed and lay staring at the ceiling. Moonlight softly beamed into the room and cast shapes on the walls. I watched them for a long while, as they slowly crept across the wall of my bedchamber. Thoughts of my life and the strange goings on within our house swam in my head, and the shadows seemed to spin and race across the wall. In amazement I watched as the moonbeams slid up the wall, as if the moon itself were plunging down below the horizon. Getting up, I drew the curtains wide just in time to see the last sliver of moon vanish, where only a few minutes before it had been high in the sky.

Out of the darkness rode a dark figure, my stepmother on her great dark horse. Only her pale face stood out in the hood of her dark cloak, she wore long riding boots and black gloves upon her hands. Pulling the horse up and dismounting she handed the reigns to a maid and swept inside.

I turned away from the window and went to wake Francoise, but when I reached her bed I found it empty. How had she stolen out of the room without me hearing her? I looked around but there was no sign of her. What caught my eye was something upon my pillow. Drawing close I could not quite make it out in the darkness. I reached out for it, but suddenly stopped. What was going on? Was this the sign that my stepmother had spoken of? She had said that if I chose to follow her I could not turn back.

I hesitated for just a moment. No, this was what I wanted, I was sure of it. I reached out my hand for the thing on my pillow, and grasped it. As I did, I felt a sharp prick like a needle in my thumb. Dropping the thing on the floor I saw that it was a cruel knife, and that I must have laid my hand on one of its spikes. I held my hand up to my face and saw blood run freely down it, glistening in the feeble starlight. I could smell the richness of the blood as it ran warmly to my wrist, and on an impulse I licked it. Suddenly my head swam and the room spun, and the last thing I remember is the floor coming up to hit me softly.

I awoke to the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair, and opened my eyes to see the face of Mademoiselle Courtald close to mine. My hair hung around my head, and she pulled it back and tied it up with a ribbon. My arms were stretched up behind me and seemed to be secured by the wrists. I was completely naked, and felt a large pole behind me, presumably to which my wrists were tied. Mademoiselle was wearing only a short tunic in red, and said nothing. When she was done with my hair she put her thumb to my lips and wiped off a spot of blood that I noticed was still wet. Mademoiselle stepped back from me and looked me up and down.

I noticed for the first time where I was, this was father’s library, but he was nowhere to be seen. Illuminated only by candlelight, the library had a high vaulted ceiling upon which shadows danced. An upper level ran around all four walls, and it was to one of the supporting wooden columns of this that I was tied. I looked up and saw silk knots securing my wrists firmly. In the middle of the library a table had been cleared and on it a rich cloth concealed a collection of objects.

I looked back to Mademoiselle. She was spreading step-mother’s black riding cloak on the ground in front of me. When she was done she unbuttoned the neck of her tunic and pulled it off over her head. She stood completely naked, and once more I was struck by the beauty of her womanly body. She looked around her for a moment and, seeming pleased with everything, drew an object out from under the cloth on the table. It was a small chest about the size of a money box. She placed it on the floor on the other side of mama’s cloak and opened the lid. From within she drew a strange object that she treated with some reverence. It looked like a carved man’s penis, life sized but with with a ribbed and studded shaft. It was a rich red color, decorated with bizarre symbols along its length. Mademoiselle closed the lid of the chest and inserted the thing into a recess on the top, where it locked into place, thrusting skywards.

She looked up at me and grinned, then bent over the thing and took it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down slowly a few times and I heard her slurp. After a moment she lifted her head, and I saw the shaft now lubricated along its length with her saliva. Without any further ado the beautiful naked woman straddled the chest and its wooden phallus, and positioned her opening over the tip of it. Massaging her breasts gently she slowly slid herself down onto the penetrator until I could see it no more. She straddled the box on her knees, and I saw the wooden cock disappearing inside her as she rose up and slid down it. She drew on her nipples as she did, and her hair fell about her face and shoulders.

I tried my bonds again, but they were firm. Why was I tied like this? Who had brought me here. Suddenly I heard the voice of my stepmother close by.

“Welcome, my darling.”

I looked around, but could not see her.

“I am here, though you do not see me, as I have been with you for a long time. I have watched you from the shadows as you have grown, and have come to you under veils of shadow, or through the flesh of another. And always I hoped that I would bring you to this place.”

Her voice seemed nearby, but I could not place it.

“Mama?” I said

“Yes my dear, I have been that to you for a little time. But from tonight I will be your stepmother no more. If you choose the life I have to offer you, things will never be the same.”

“Where are you?”

“I am right here,” she laughed softly and I felt a hand touch my cheek lightly. “All you have to do is call me forth.”

Mademoiselle watched all this intently as she rode up and down on the ornate rod, sometimes changing her rhythm to grind her hips in circles upon it. I looked at her, and at the cloth-covered table in the middle of the library.

“Show me.”

I heard Mademoiselle laugh at that, and I followed her eyes to the cloak laid out between us. It was blacker than the deepest shadow in the candlelit room. The cloak seemed to not be there any more, replaced by an inky pool. Suddenly a shape started to rise from within. It grew silently, and Mademoiselle slowed her movements almost to a stop as she watched in wonder. The shape grew tall and thin, and blacker than the darkest night. Suddenly a hand emerged in it out of thin air and grasped some invisible edge. With a flick my stepmother tossed aside the cloak of impenetrable blackness, and it fell to the floor and vanished.

Before me stood a ravishing queen. Her milk white skin was smooth and soft, and she was entirely naked before me. Her eyes burned with a peculiar intensity, and she stared straight at me tied to the pole. I wriggled self-consciously, at which she began to slowly walk towards me. I watched as she sensuously placed one foot after the other, like a great cat stalking its prey. Her legs were long and slender, and between the thighs she was shaved bare. Her hips swayed slightly as she advanced, but my eyes were drawn upwards, past the shapely waist and the small, full breasts to her long neck and the beautiful face. Her lips were red and full, and her black mane fell to a little short of shoulder length. Her eyes were locked on mine, and as she drew close I could see that it was not just the candlelight that made them seem like dark pools, for where you would normally expect to see color, she had only shining black. These were the eyes of a hungry monster, and though I found them frightening I could not look away. Now at arms length from me, she looked my bound form up and down and smiled, and as she did I saw the razor-sharp fangs of an animal in her mouth.

“Now, my dear,” she said, drawing closer, “you can see me.”

She placed one hand delicately on my waist and stepped in close to me. Our bodies were just about touching, and I felt myself pulling slightly against my restraints. I looked into her black eyes, and saw how much she wanted me. My chest was heaving. She placed her other hand on my waist and pulled herself in, our breasts and bellies touching softly. Her mouth moved in to my ear and she whispered,

“I want you to surrender to me… entirely.”

I felt her tongue lick my ear lobe lightly, and she pulled back her face to look me in the eye. Time seemed to hold for a moment, and I don’t remember whether I consciously made the decision or not, but what I said was:

“Kiss me.”

And she did, moving her lips in to mine and sweetly kissing my lips. I kissed back with building passion and pressed my naked body against hers. She held me tighter and her tongue parted my lips to meet mine. She played within my mouth, and her tongue seemed to be extraordinarily long and supple, giving me such pleasure from a kiss I had not felt before.

One of her hands moved up to my head. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled on it firmly as we kissed deeply. I writhed against her soft warm body slightly. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and pulled my head back firmly, exposing my neck. I felt her long tongue lick along it and she kissed it softly, making me moan. I wanted to place my hands on her body, but they were held fast. Instead I wrapped a leg around her and rubbed against her. She released her grip on my head, and I saw her slide a little down me and take one of my breasts in her hand, bringing the nipple up to her lips. She looked me in the eye for a brief moment, before I saw her tongue snake out and lick it delicately. I could clearly see that her tongue was forked at the tip, and she used it to play deliciously on the pink bud before her. Groaning with pleasure I pressed my mound against her body and felt my warm juices flowing from within me.

She played expertly at my nipple for a long time, sending waves of desire through me. Then when she broke off she moved quickly down my body, kissing me as she went, until her face was inches from the seat of my desire. She took the leg I had wrapped around her and placed it over her shoulder and studied me between my thighs for a moment. Then her long forked tongue slid out and traced a line down my delicate inner thigh to touch my lips. It slid along them softly, and she brought her mouth in closer. Her tongue explored along and between my lips, then she drew it up and softly licked across my clit. My knees trembled with pleasure, and she soon set to work again, her wet tongue sliding easily between my slippery petals. I spread my legs further for her, and she probed more deeply, the animated tip of her tongue finding its way easily inside my vagina and tickling me inside. Her mouth was over my whole genitals, and her top lip rested on and stimulated my clit as her tongue worked smoothly within me. I had never felt such pleasure in all my life. She grasped me firmly by my buttocks and kneaded them as her prehensile tongue began to work back and forth within me. My juices flowed copiously, and she drank them willingly.

My groaning began to build in intensity, and as it did she opened her eyes and looked up at me. She slid her tongue extra deep inside me, then I felt it slither out and she pulled her mouth back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She grinned lasciviously at me, and rose back to her feet, sliding her body along mine as she did. Clasping her hands behind my back she brought her face in close until our lips were almost touching.

“Are you ready for the final dance now?” she whispered.

“I am ready for anything,” I declared.

“Good!” she said, pulling away and turning towards Mademoiselle, who was still riding the wooden phallus. “Although I warn you, it may not be quite what you expect,” she called back over her shoulder.

Taking Mademoiselle’s hand, she helped her to her feet, and bent down to retrieve the object of the other woman’s pleasures from its mounting on the chest. She came back towards me, holding the weird object in her hand. When she was just in front of me she placed the dildo upon her pubic mound, and I saw Mademoiselle reach around from behind her and secure it in place with a kind of light harness. It was slick with Mademoiselle’s juices, and Stepmother ran her finger tips lightly along it as she approached me. I was not afraid of it, and wanted her to see how ready I was for her. She took my head in her hands and our mouths met once more in a along kiss. Her breasts touched mine, and I felt the warm, hard, wet tip of the dildo part my thighs and slide against my lips. Our kissing became deeper and hotter, and letting myself hang from my silk-bound wrists, I wrapped both my legs around her waist and tilted my hips forward to bring the tip of the shaft to my opening. She was hungrily pawing at my body now, and she began to lick my face and my neck. Then with a slow, irresistible force, she pressed the head of the rod into me. My body parted willingly, and it slid inside me. I could feel the ribs and studs of it disappearing into my body, and I threw my head back as her tongue licked at my throat. I clasped tighter about her waist and forced myself deeper onto the shaft, and it slid deep within me. She began to move her hips slightly, moving the slippery rod just slightly back and forth inside me. The sensation it caused was wonderful, and she seemed to find the moaning it elicited arousing.

She held me tight and whispered in my ear,

“If you wish, you can become my companion. I have a world of delights to show you, and all you have to do is say yes.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

Her gentle thrusting slowed, and she moved her position slightly. She grasped the back of my hair again, and pulled my head back a little further. My soft throat was inches from her face, and I felt her tongue tickle lightly on it. I could feel the pulse beating under the skin, and in a moment she opened her mouth and placed it against the flesh I offered her. I felt two sharp points of pain stab as she bit into the neck with her long fangs, and the hot blood began to well up and flow into her mouth. She sucked strongly at the blood I offered her, and her grip redoubled in strength. She began to thrust the dildo back and forth more strongly, and my head began to swim at the sensations flowing through me. I was growing fainter with every passing moment, as she drank deeply from my neck, and I could feel her pulling the life out of me through the wound there. The room began to spin, and I hung limply from my bindings, and my mind began to cloud over as my eyelids began to flutter and my vision drained away. I was slipping away from the world, in a haze of delirium.

After a moment I felt something sting on my lips, and something like ice water flowed into my mouth. I swallowed and jerked back into consciousness. Opening my eyes I saw my stepmother’s face close to mine, with her wrist clamped to my mouth.

I pulled away in confusion, but she said, “Drink.”

I saw two punctures on her wrist, and a trickle of blood flowed down her arm. She forced it back into my mouth, and the ice-water taste returned. I swallowed as she ordered, and though it felt cold it was intensely rich and invigorating. It flowed into all my limbs and made them sing with new strength and suppleness. I drank hungrily at the cold blood, and felt my mind swoon, only to gain new focus and sharpness. Sucking hard at the source of this wonderful power I strained hard at my bonds, and felt them tear easily. I toppled over on top of her, but she swung me round deftly, and while I was still impaled upon her wooden rod, she flipped me onto my back and pinned me on the floor beneath her. I gripped her strongly around the waist with my legs and drank from the bloody wrist she held to my mouth. After a short while she pulled it away from my mouth, and I let out a cry of disappointment.

She held my face in her hands for a moment and kissed me softly on the lips. Then she withdrew the dildo slowly from where it was buried inside me, and rose to her knees, running a hand down my body and across the offering between my spread thighs. Then she stood up and ran her hands through her hair and looked down at me where I lay. I looked up at her and panted. I tried to raise myself up onto an elbow, but when I did my head reeled and I fell back to the floor. My skull cracked against the stone painfully.

“Gently, young one,” she admonished. “You are still weak from the turning, and you must be hungry.”

I realized she was right; a ball of angry hunger knotted my stomach.

“Come, we must complete this.”

She held out a hand, and helped me shakily to my feet. My body hummed with explosive potential, but I was shaky and almost doubled up again with hunger. She led me slowly over to the table in the center of the room where Mademoiselle stood. As we drew close she flung back the cloth, and I saw that it had concealed the body of my friend Francoise. She seemed totally unconscious, and was still in her night gown, her silky blond hair spread like a halo as she slumbered. I could feel the beat of her heart within her chest.

My former stepmother, my new vampire queen, held me up and spoke into my ear.

“You must feed soon, or you will fade away. Do you want this girl’s surrender?”

I looked at Francoise’s sleeping face, and could feel her breath passing between her lips. I was hungry, and she was what I wanted to satisfy me. I turned to the vampire holding me up and looked her in the eye.

“I want to drink her,” I said.

“Good, my dear,” and she reached out to touch the girl lightly on the forehead. Francoise’s eyes flicked open and looked in confusion around at her surroundings. She half sat up, and looked at me quizzically. I leapt onto the table in a blur and straddled her, startling us both with my speed. I held her face in my hand and shushed her gently, looking deep into her eyes. She was transfixed, and slowly sank back onto the table. I followed her down and brought a passionate kiss down onto her lips, and slid my tongue into her mouth. She embraced me back and her hands ranged up and down along my naked body. We kissed for a long while, and I opened my eyes at one point to see the two older women watching us, Mademoiselle licking at one of my queen’s nipples as they did.

I broke off my kiss with Francoise and sat up. I spread her legs and pushed up her night dress, and drew my face down close to her nest of blond curls. The delicious aroma of womanhood filled my nostrils, and I licked out to taste her arousal. It was rich and warm and I savored it like never before. Parting her lips with my tongue I explored within her silky folds as she began to squirm with pleasure. I licked at her hungrily and began to hear her pulse in my ears. I turned my face to lick up the inside of her thigh where I could feel an artery beating strongly within the soft skin. Without a thought I bit down hard, feeling my new fangs bury deep into the flesh. She cried out briefly, but did not struggle. As her blood began to flow I drank its salty hotness down into me, and felt it filling the great void there within. I looked along her body and saw that her hand had replaced my tongue between her thighs, and she flicked at her clitoris urgently as I sucked at her thigh. The more I drank, the more I felt complete, and I was becoming more and more aroused. My body writhed and the heat between my thighs built and pulsated. At last I built up to a screaming climax, and tipped over the edge into the strongest orgasm I had ever felt. It flowed over me in waves for what seemed like an eternity, until finally it left me spent and twitching, my fangs still sunk deep in the flesh of her thigh. No more blood flowed and I pulled away with a gasp.

Francoise lay lifeless, but I felt no pity.

“And excellent first show, Genevieve,” laughed my lady vampire, “even if is a little uncouth to drink a young girl entirely dry in one session. I will teach you how to savor the feeding yet!”

Wiping my mouth, I looked at her. “What shall I call you now?” I asked, cocking my head to one side.

“Call me Catherine, darling. We shall be companions and sisters from now on.” She helped me down from the table and motioned for Mademoiselle to take care of the lifeless body upon it.

“And you may find,” she said “that from now on is a very long time.”

By Jen

The next morning we awoke together, still naked, with the sun streaming through the gaps in the curtains. I expected the spell we were under the previous night to be very much broken, but Francoise did not seem to share my view, and without saying anything, kissed me warmly on the mouth and held our bodies close together. My tongue and hers joined, and I ran my hands appreciatively over her wonderful body. I felt her smooth flanks, and ran my hands down to her hips and squeezed her buttocks as she lay half on top of me. She ran a hand down the thigh of the leg I had wrapped around her and up my body to grasp my breast, as our deep kisses continued. We played in this way for some time before looking one another deeply in the eye and breaking out into joyous laughter. We dressed and joined the rest of the house, excited by the new secret that we shared.

Over breakfast, I marveled to myself at how well my plan had unfolded. We sat at the table with Severine, Mademoiselle, and Mama.

Mademoiselle cast me a look and said, “You are looking beautiful this morning Genevieve, did you rest well last night?”

Sitting opposite me, Francoise giggled and touched my foot lightly with hers under the table.

“Why yes, Mademoiselle,” I smiled at her. “I had a wonderful night last night.”

“As did I, my dear,” she said smiling over her hot chocolate, and I saw stepmother cast a knowing glance at her. Severine and Francoise seemed oblivious to the subtext, and I wondered if I was imagining it myself. Could they possibly know about what Francoise and I had been doing? For my plan to succeed, they had to find out anyway, but this all seemed too easy.

I resolved to be bold about the sapphic affair my friend and I had embarked on, and luckily Francoise was a willing adventuress. Straight after breakfast, as we were walking along one of the hallways, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a small alcove and kissed her passionately. Despite the fact that anybody could happen upon us she reciprocated and spent a few moments with our tongues tied and bodies held close. No-one caught us, and we began to make a habit of stealing forbidden clinches whenever we were together. Later in that day we were in the stables after a short ride with Mademoiselle. When the older woman’s back was turned for a moment, Francoise came up close behind me, and placing her mouth on my neck, licked up my neck and took my earlobe into her mouth while her hands cupped my breasts. Mademoiselle seemed to take a long while with the riding accouterments that held her attention, and as Francoise toyed gently with my earlobe and breasts my arousal swelled, then as the woman turned back to face us, Francoise broke off and I was left flustered and distracted, much to her amusement. Luckily I was able to get my own revenge at several times, bringing on Francoise’s own arousal in snatched moments. This left us both in a near-constant state of excitement and frustration. Something had to give, and the climax would come later in that day in the garden.

Francoise and I had taken a small picnic to the far end of our large garden, and the gardener and his assistants had left to busy themselves elsewhere. It was late afternoon and the sun shone brightly in a blue sky. I was kissing Francoise passionately amidst the remains of our picnic, Her hand held my cheek and pulled me to her mouth, signaling the hunger that our meal had been unable to satisfy. I probed the warmth of her mouth, and thought of another warm place in her that I could probe. I could feel her arousal as her body moved restlessly beneath her dress. She had undone the collar of it wantonly, and I ran my tongue down the soft skin of her neck. Her head was thrown back, and I could feel that I could do whatever I wanted to her body. My hand was on her hip, and she drew one knee up and spread her legs beneath the skirt. My hand ventured under the hem and lightly ran up to the back of her thigh. As I drew my tongue up her naked throat I looked back at the house in the near distance. In an upstairs window I saw my stepmother standing and looking out into the garden. Could she see us? Should I stop?

As if to say no, Francoise whispered in my ear “What are you waiting for? I’m ready for you…”

She touched my elbow slightly and moved my hand to nestle between her thighs. I could feel the soft down between them, she was wearing no undergarments at all, and must have been since earlier that day! I moved my exploring fingers on to find the wet parting between her legs, and was shocked at how hot she was. Closing my eyes I felt along the soft slickness of her folds and ran my hand all the way from her dainty thatch to between her buttocks and back, taking in all the secret places she was offering me. She moaned her approval and held me tight as I played up and down her, slowly parting her lips a little more with each pass. I opened my eyes and looked at her, swept away in the sensations I was delivering her. I looked up at the window and saw that my step-mother was gone. My slight disappointment was dispelled when I saw her unmistakable form heading in our direction under a parasol. Slightly shocked, I stopped for a moment. Francoise’s reaction was to tilt her hips and thrust her sex firmly against my hand.

I took the hint, and returned to my business between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide now, and her lips parted easily under my fingers. Her inner sanctum gave way easily to my touch, and beckoned me inside. Needing little encouragement, I slid two fingers into my friend’s silken interior. She felt wonderful inside, and I penetrated her deeply and easily. Drawing my fingers back they slid wetly along the walls of her, and my fingers emerged covered in her juices. I withdrew completely and smeared the love juices all over her soft outer lips and clit. But I wanted to be back inside her, and I slid back within her as far as I could, as our lips met and our tongues slid into each other’s mouths. As we kissed and I gently moved my hand back and forth in her depths I thought I heard footsteps cross the grass near us. I barely paid any heed, and continued with the secret coupling beneath Francoise’s dress. Her body wriggled while she held tightly to me, and I sent a third finger plunging into the depths of her, forcing her deliciously wider and eliciting a groan of satisfaction. With three fingers buried within her my thumb played lightly just by her clitoris, causing her to writhe in time with its motion. Changing pace I returned to thrusting into her, and she fell away from me to lie back on the grass and raised her hips up high, offering herself up for my efforts. I slid her hem up over her thighs and exposed her in the sunlight. Her slender thighs were parted, and between them my hand disappeared into the glistening folds of her sex, it’s ample juices flowing and her soft blond down crowning her pubic mound. My thrusting took on a life and energy of its own, and she ran a hand down to touch and tease her sensitive button as I did.

After a moment I thought I felt a presence behind me, and turned my head to see my stepmother sitting a short distance away on a shady bench. She was watching the scene intently, and with a look of amusement in her eye. I met her gaze, as my hand slid back and forth inside Francoise’s vagina, but she made no attempt to either interrupt or join us. Francoise, her eyes closed, began to moan and build up to a finish, and came crashing to a climax, bucking her hips and grasping tightly to the wrist of the hand I had buried within her. She subsided slowly onto the grass, the life draining out of her rapidly, and soon she was passed out completely, with my fingers still buried deep within her.

I turned back to my stepmother, who slowly rose and walked towards us. She looked pleased, with the hint of a knowing smirk on her face. Stopping just in front of me, she bent forward and touched my cheek lightly as she brought her face down close to mine. Without a word, she drew my hand out of Francoise and brought it up to her mouth. Slowly, she extended her long tongue and licked a long taste of my friend’s juices. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored it, as I looked at her rapt.

“Delicious!” she declared. “There is nothing like the taste of willing surrender.”

I licked of taste of Francoise’s rich juices myself, in agreement with the mysterious woman who had come to rule my life. She spoke again, “But I can show you a way to a much sweeter prize than this, my dear.” I looked quizzically at her.

“The pleasures of mortal flesh are wonderful, but there is another embrace which goes deeper still. And I would teach it to you, should you wish.”

She took another long taste of the nectar on my hand, and drew a finger into her mouth to suck on it. Her tongue was strong, and she made sure to get every last drop of the love juice.

“I will call to you tonight, and should you wish to learn the deeper embrace, I will show you. You will know when and where. But I warn you, once you start down this path, you cannot turn back.”

She rose and began to walk away. Suddenly she laughed and called back over her shoulder, “Not that you would want to, for I see that you’re something of a natural!”

Francoise slumbered beside me, and I sat utterly dumbfounded.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Jen

I was now assured of my suspicion that an unseen world of illicit pleasure existed within our household, although its scope had surprised me. The morning following my discovery of their tryst, neither my governess nor my stepmother gave any indication that they were aware I had discovered them, and I felt obliged to keep up their pretense. I began to seriously doubt that I had been discovered. At the very least, Mademoiselle had not seen me, so if mama had not told her she would not know. But I found being stuck with this secret infuriating, and my mind was distracted with constant fantasies of what had been going on behind closed doors around me.

The idea aroused me whenever I thought of it, and I found myself more often stealing moments to indulge in that arousal. The orgasms I gave myself seemed to get stronger and deeper, but the more I pleasured myself the more I realized that what I really wanted was to be able to join the indecent cabal for their games.

Not long before the idea would have seemed shocking, but I gave in to my desires willingly. All the same, the idea seemed shocking and impossible. How could I, a young girl, approach my governess, let alone my own stepmother, and ask to be ushered into their sexual society? And what of the coachman, and his impressive member? Could I really let him use it on me?

I resolved to find a solution to my exclusion, and settled on the idea of forming my own sinful secret society. If I were discovered by them to be enjoying the same illicit pleasures, perhaps they would invite me into their confidence, and reveal to me the other secrets of their lustful world.

But where could I find a suitable partner to reveal myself to? I briefly thought of engaging Severine, but felt her innocence was still a little too pristine. Perhaps one of the maids would do? But perhaps they were already ensnared in the house’s secret, a possibility which led me to cast my net beyond our walls.

There were no suitable young men anywhere near, but I did have a friend who lived only a couple of hours away. Her name was Francoise, and I had stayed with her family for a few months after mother died, and occasionally since, though we had rarely returned the courtesy. She seemed the best candidate indeed, as we had always got on closely, and the last time I had stayed at her house we had spent a forbidden session kissing one another on the pretense of practicing for boys.

I approached father in his study one day, and he agreed. “It will be your birthday in a few months, perhaps we shall ask Francoise’s family to let her stay with us for a time around then?”

“What a lovely idea,” said my stepmother, who stood behind my father’s chair with her hand on his shoulder, “I used to so enjoy having girlfriends stay with me when I was your age,” she said, smiling.

*****

So eventually my fifteenth birthday came, and with it my friend Francoise. I enjoyed having someone my own age to spend time with immensely, and our friendship picked up as if we had never been apart. We spent all the days together, and she slept in the spare bed in my own bedchamber. The weather was glorious, and we spent much time in the garden, or riding in the fields and lanes. Severine was somewhat jealous of my new friend, and complained that we left her behind, but I tended to ignore her whining.

Francoise confided in me that all was not well in her family. They had lost all of their money, and her father had taken to drinking and was often violent to both the family and the staff. To be honest, Francoise was glad to be away from the house for a while, and said her stay here had been a breath of fresh air.

She had become even more lovely than when I had last seen her a year before. I envied her long blond hair, and did not believe her when she said she admired my own red. I spent hours spreading and brushing that hair, running my fingers through it, and plaiting and arranging it in various styles. Her face was pretty, too, with green eyes and a small pert mouth, that I loved to remind myself that I had kissed. Her neck was like a swan’s, and her body was filling out with womanly curves.

I began to make a point of looking at her naked body while she was changing into her nightdress. She noticed me doing so, and was a little embarrassed at first, but after a couple of nights she became more bold, and began to meet my gaze. I was naturally changing at the same time, so we both stood next to our beds naked. She met my eye and held it for a long moment, before her eyes trailed lightly down over my naked body. Then she looked in my eyes another long moment before breaking the spell and putting her gown on.

This continued for three nights, at each the amount of time we spent looking at each other becoming a little longer. I began to find the anticipation delightful, and I could tell she was searching for the next step too. My chance came on the third night, when I noticed on the inside of her arm some long marks. Stepping forward, I took her by the wrist and touched the scars lightly.

“Francoise, darling, what are these?”

She looked embarrassed, and didn’t meet my eye.

“I…” she squirmed a little, and bit her lip.

“You did these with a knife?” She nodded. I felt for her, and thought how unhappy and alone she must have felt when she did it.

“Come, sit here,” I motioned her onto my bed. Turning my back on her I went to my bureau and retrieved a small blade I used for sharpening drawing charcoal. Without showing it to her, I climbed onto the bed and knelt by her. Before I could change my mind I drew the blade sharply down the inside of my arm. It stung, and blood began to flow immediately.

“What are you doing?” she looked at me with surprise.

“Now you.” I said, handing her the knife.

She looked at me with trepidation, then at my arm with the crimson rivulet flowing down it. A drop of blood fell onto the white quilt, which seemed to galvanize her. She laid the blade against her own inside arm, and drew it against he flesh. I grasped the hand of her wounded arm with my own and squeezing it tightly, brought the two cuts together, mingling our blood. Comprehension flooding into her eyes.

“Now your blood is my blood,” I said “and you don’t ever have to suffer alone.”

Her eyes watered, and she leaned in and, ignoring our nakedness, she hugged me tightly, our breasts pressing together. We kissed one another on the cheeks and eyes, and I was about to kiss her lips when she broke the embrace with a strange look in her eyes. She had a look of earnest hunger, and she turned her eyes to my bloodied arm. Before I could realize what she was doing she took the wound into her mouth and sucked at my blood. She broke off after a moment, and looked at me squarely. Her lips and teeth were stained red, and combined with the wild desire in her eyes it made her look like a sensuous creature of the night. I had to reciprocate, and putting her bleeding arm to my lips I licked the strong salty blood and sucked for more. She held my head against her wound while I did.

I pulled away and looked at her. She was still sat on the edge of the bed, but climbed up onto it facing me, she had the knife in her bloody hand, and she was breathing quickly, her full breasts rising and falling. She put the knife to her other arm and cut herself again, holding it to my mouth. I licked more delicately this time, watching her as I did. A drop of blood ran down the corner of my mouth and down my chin. She leaned forward and licked it up quickly, and before she could retreat I kissed her passionately. She tasted metallic from the blood, and our tongues joined each other in the midst of the the kiss. She melted down to the bed, and I followed her. We lay on our sides on the bed. Her smooth skin felt cool against mine, and I ran my hand down her flank to her thigh and pulled her leg over me.

Her mouth moved on from mine and she kissed and licked down my neck, and I watched her as her carried on down to my breast, kissing it all over, but stopping just short of the nipple to look up at me mischievously. She produced the knife again and pressed my shoulders gently back onto the bed. Raising herself up onto one elbow, she positioned her breast close to my lips and pointed the tip of the knife at the base of her throat. Slowly, she cut the soft skin of her neck, and let the blood flow down her breast to her nipple dangling just above my mouth. I took the offering into my mouth, tasting the salty blood on her stiffening nipple and swirling it with my tongue. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. I watched her long golden hair spill forward as she let her head loll, and held her body to me, running my hands down her back. I moved my head to her other nipple and felt its softness turn stiff under the influence of my tongue. I did my best to give her as much pleasure as I could, and she seemed to find my efforts more than sufficient.

Her hand still held the knife as she gently traced her fingertips down between my breasts and over my belly to toy gently with my pubic hair. She moved herself between my legs and brought her face down, running her cheek along one inner thigh. She paused for a moment, and I felt her hot breath panting on my waiting labia. She teased the lips lightly with her mouth and tongue, and moved up towards where my clit nestled. Her eyes were closed and she seemed engrossed in what she was doing. Her lips were stained with the mixture of our blood, and she looked for all he world like a wild animal, apart from the gentle, almost reverent way her tongue explored my exposed secrets.

I began to moan encouragement to her, as what she was doing felt delicious and she began to probe deeper and more confidently. She brought a bloody hand up and spread the lips widely, making me moan, as she played up and down the tender parts within with her tongue. She came up to the top of my slit and began to tease my clitoris out with her tongue, working all around it, but never upon it directly. The feeling was indescribable, and I arched my back and writhed.

She paused for a moment, and I looked down the length of my body to where she lay between my spread thighs. In the moonlight the skin of her naked body seemed translucent, and her eyes were like dark pools. Her fingertips were lightly toying with the opening of my vagina, and I could hear and see the wetness coming from within it. I moaned in encouragement, and she slid one of her fingers up into the warm wetness. My body offered her no resistance, and she buried it all the way to the knuckle. She curled her finger slightly and drew it along the inside wall as she slowly pulled it most of the way out. Joining it with a second finger she slid back into me all the way again, twisting her fingers. I watched her expression, and she seemed engrossed with the sight of the fingers disappearing into my body. She began to work them more urgently, making long deep strokes into me, licking her thumb and placing it over my clit as she did. I began to lose control and lay back surrendering myself to the pleasure she was delivering. As I lay moaning she raised herself up to kneel straddling one of my legs and began to slide her own wet sex along my thigh, with her spare hand toying frantically with her own clit.

I could resist no longer, and the waves of an orgasm built and washed over me and I cried out and grasped at the bed covers as Francoise pushed deeper within me. As I began to subside she withdrew her fingers and slid herself up my thigh bringing our sexes together, the lips joining and our juices mingling, as we both delicately ground our hips. She was soft and hot and slippery against my sensitive folds, still recovering from my orgasm.

We both collapsed together and said nothing, and in a few short minutes Francoise was asleep in my arms. Everything had worked out perfectly.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Jen

By Jen

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2010 }

It seems to me now as if the path I have travelled was one of inevitability. Looking back I see that to think I had any power over what would eventually become of me was a conceit, and required me to wilfully ignore the influence of the unseen hand that guided me for so long. But at the time I was a foolish girl and I did just that, and you will see how, eventually, I became aware of just how totally my destiny had been dominated by another.

*****

My family were never especially wealthy, but we did bear a proud name, from which we inherited a fine house, and the obligation to project a certain outward grandness. Truth be told, the country about our house in the Limousin was poor, and many of the other great houses and châteaux in these parts were now crumbling ruins. A wave of misfortune seemed to have passed over the great families hereabouts these last hundred years, with whole families sickening and dying of unexplained maladies, leaving their estates to ruin. But our house at least still stood, and within it’s walls our family lived our lives in spite of the rot and decay that seemed to be slowly swallowing up all the lands about us.

That is not to say we knew nothing of misfortune. My mother passed away when I was young, a loss my father never quite recovered from. I have only the vaguest recollections of her, and my sister Severine, three years younger than I, remembers nothing. Father loved us as well as he could, but was not an overly affectionate man, and with only my sister for company I recall the house being a lonely place. Father recognized his shortcomings, and must have felt the best thing he could do to raise us well was to remarry, and so when I was ten years old he announced that we would be gaining a stepmother.

I met her for the first time the night father announced the engagement to us. He had called my sister and me into the library, where he spent much of his time working on one or other of his histories. He was seated upon an armchair, and standing beside him was a tall young woman whom I had never seen before. I was surprised to see a visitor in our house after dark, as we had had no guests at dinner, and none had been announced at the door.

“Genevieve, Severine, I would like you to meet Mademoiselle Catherine. She is to become my wife the Madame Marmontel, and your stepmother.”

Father beamed widely, and motioned for us to come a little closer. The lady was tall and slim, and had a statuesque quality of stillness about her that seemed striking in someone still young. She looked first at Severine, then turned her eyes upon me, and as she did I was transfixed. Never had I seen such beauty! Gathered upon her head her dark hair was full and luxurious, and her skin of her face had a milky smoothness accentuated by full pink lips. Her long lashes batted once as she cast her gaze over us, and her darkly-lashed eyes twinkled with a smile as she met my gaze. She moved towards us sinuously, her long skirt swishing, and bent a little at the waist to bring her face down to my height. As my father gazed weakly on, she placed her alabaster hands on my cheeks and kissed me sweetly on the lips, before treating Severine to the same greeting.

“I hope to get to know the two of you very much better after I come to live with you,” she said. “We shall have such fun together.”

That night I lay awake with my head swimming with thoughts of the future, and with apprehension at what this strange and exciting woman would bring to our home. I could never have imagined the strange and wondrous things that she would bring upon our house.

*****

In due course the wedding came and went, and our new stepmother became as much a part of our lives as our governess and the few maids we had about the house. She treated father kindly, and in return he seemed quietly besotted with her. Satisfied that his daughters were in good hands, he retired more and more often to his studies and his writings, and some days we would not see him at all, as he became in the habit of taking his meals in the library whenever he was engrossed.

Our stepmother was a lady of unusual habits herself. In keeping with the languid, almost luxurious demeanor which she projected she rose late, coming down well after midday most often. And she often seemed lethargic and distracted during the daylight hours. After dark, however the contrast could not have been more vivid, and she would even call for her horse late at night, and wrapping a thick velvet cloak about her, would disappear into the night, riding side-saddle at a gallop. Thinking back now, it was odd that father should have indulged such behaviour, but he was lost in his quill and his books.

It was only slowly that the cracks in our family’s veneer of normality began to show, and dark and hungry things began to stir beneath the surface. The first inkling I had was in my thirteenth year, when my nights began to be disturbed by visions of growing unease and intensity.

I still shared my chamber with my sister at that age, although her presence was to be little comfort to me in my nightmares. At first it was nothing but an odd sensation as I crossed over from the waking world into dreaming. I would feel as if I were falling, being dragged down into my bed by a strong current, a sensation I would barely recall when I woke. But as they continued, I became aware that as I was pulled under a cloud of hot dark silk wrapped and billowed around me, tangling my limbs and blocking my sight. If I struggled it only pulled tighter, and wrapping silken bolts around me, held me fast. Incapacitated by this faceless force, I tried to call out, but when I opened my mouth, the black thing invaded my mouth and stoppered me. Thus assaulted and overcome, I would wake with a rush and find my night dress soaked with a cold sweat, while Severine slumbered in ignorance of my distress.

Often I lay awake for a long while after these episodes, afraid to sleep in case the dream overtook me once more. Our young governess Mademoiselle Courtauld slept in the room across the hall, but I feared to move from my bed, and besides, what power could she wield over nightmares? In the darkness of my bed chamber, and seemingly alone in the world it was no easy task to soothe myself from the terror of the awful dream. Every shadow seemed to conceal menace, and I imagined I saw things move in the corner of my eye.

In a sane world, such fears are unfounded, for in reality nothing lurks in the shadows of the night, but alas I was to learn that for me such fears were justified. As I lay in my bed after one of my night horrors, casting a fearful glance around the room, I was suddenly overcome by a dizzying sensation as if swooning. The room swam, and the shadows about me became like liquid, flowing and swirling. Struggling to find a point upon which to focus, my attention fell on the door of my wardrobe, which was standing ajar. Only the shadows within it seemed immune to the sickening motion of the rest of the room, and I sat up and got unsteadily to my feet to move towards it. As I did, the darkness within the wardrobe swelled, and blew a warm breeze that sent a shiver across my sweat-soaked skin. With the rest of the room still writhing, I glided numbly into the safe darkness of the wardrobe, closing the door after me.

Once within, my head cleared, and I took stock of the situation. Either side of me, clothes hung harmlessly, and I reached out and touched the bare wooden sides. All appeared normal, although it was preternaturally dark, and I could not tell if my eyes were open or not. After standing a moment in this state, I imagined I felt something brush delicately against the back of my hand, though I had not moved. Fear rose again in my stomach. I felt a feather-light touch on my cheek, and turned to see if I could feel what had touched me. There was nothing there. Frozen I stood, still thinking I had imagined it. But after a moment I felt a flurry of light caresses up the back of my legs and thighs under my night dress. I reached for what could have touched me, but there was nothing, and as I did I felt another wave travel up from my wrists, along the inside of my arms, and across my chest. It was warm within the dark wardrobe, and even though the cause was unknown, the touches were not unpleasant. Vainly I felt for what could be causing them, but even as I did a pattering of them flowed from the back of my scalp, down the back of my neck and down my back, passing lightly over my buttocks. I realized that these touches were passing directly over my skin, underneath my night dress, and the impossibility of it sent a little spurt of fear inside me.

Almost as if feeding on my new fear, the touches returned, swelling and dividing. They flowed over my naked skin, and I trembled at the pleasure of it, even as my stomach sank in terror. I braced myself against the wooden walls of the wardrobe, and concentrated on the caresses. They followed the curves of my body, a wave passing from the soles of my feet up my legs, swirling around my inner thighs and passing up the cleft of my buttocks, shockingly tickling my anus for the briefest of moments before growing firmer on my lower back, almost like hands pressing. Then it was soft and ephemeral again, splitting and passing around both sides of my waist and caressing the soft skin of my belly, joining and moving as a wave up my chest and delightfully stimulating the sensitive nipples of my small breasts. Now there were waves of tickles and caresses all over me, and I tilted my head back as they played wonderfully up my soft throat, while another wave worked it’s way down from my belly button, flowing teasingly and warmly over my pubis and finding it’s way between my thighs to pulsate deliciously against my virgin parts.

My fear was rapidly becoming forgotten as I became lost in the pleasurable sensations flowing over me, but an unmistakable sensation of hot breath in my ear tweaked a rush of fearful juices inside. In response the flurrying caresses redoubled, and their attentions upon my breasts became firmer, while a cascade of featherlight touches played on my clitoris and a languid finger of stimulation traveled wetly up and down my labia, teasing them apart. I became aware of a force gripping both my wrists as I braced myself against the interior of the wardrobe, and the breath in my ear returned and slid downwards over my neck, and I imagined it felt as if a forked tongue would, flickering on my skin. Now I could definitely make out some of the flutters on my body coalescing into firm hands, which clasped me about my waist. With my head still flung back and my back arched the tongue slid up my throat, and waves of pleasure flowed and played all over my skin. Suddenly the tongue on my naked throat seemed to grow and become a hot gaping maw, and I felt a sharp pain like two long needles piercing me and felt wet blood begin to flow.

I shot straight upright in my bed, almost crying out in pain. My hand clutched to my neck, but found no wound, and in the moonlight I could see Severine slumbering idyllically in her bed. This time my sweat was hot and my night dress clung to me wetly. Yet I shivered, and pulling the bedclothes tight about me I sat fearfully until dawn crept into the room and banished the shadows at last.

*****

As horrifying and bewildering at this incident was, I came to be strangely glad of it. For its coming heralded the end of my other less graphic but more constant nightmares. I came to regard it as some kind of odd fever that passed over me, a strange rite of puberty and imagined that such things were a common enough secret amongst girls my age.

Life assumed a pleasant enough routine for us, although many about us were not so lucky. The cooper’s daughter was taken by a wasting illness, as was our coachman’s pretty young wife. Most miserable of all was a string of grisly murders that occurred, including several young boys and girls found dreadfully mutilated, as was the local magistrate, whose pitiful disemboweled corpse was found in the road.

I paid little heed to most of this, and the ever-lovely Mademoiselle Courtald indulged me by trying to shield us from much of the worst news. I got most of the local gossip from my stepmother, to whom I had grown a strength of attachment and fondness greater than I had thought I would. She in return provided an abundance of affection to both of us girls, and seemed to have developed a warm friendship with Mademoiselle Courtald as well.

I remember well one sunny afternoon some year and a half after my nightmares stopped, when all four of us took the trap down to the river. There was a small eyot where willow trees grew, and the river on the near side was shallow enough to afford access. The coachman had driven us, and rolling up his breeches he carried Severine and then myself through the shallows on his back. stepmother had ridden her own splendid black mare, and Mademoiselle Courtald climbed onto it with her to splash across to the island. We spent a delightful afternoon there, wading in the river and exploring the little island.

“Mama, come pick some flowers with us,” I entreated her, dragging at her hand. She sat bonnet-less under a large tree, where she had been since we arrived.

“No, my dear, this warm afternoon has quite sapped my energies, why don’t you and Severine go on without me.” She smiled her lovely smile at me and squeezed my hand. I could see she was right, the sun had caused her to wilt visibly since setting out. Mademoiselle seemed equally given to lethargy today, and lay with her head in stepmother’s lap.

“The ride home is tiring,” she said, “and if I am to make it back to the house at all I shall need to have a little more wine here with Mademoiselle before we return.” We had opened a bottle from our cellars on arriving, and the older women had just opened the second for themselves.

“But find me a pretty bouquet, my darlings,” and my sister and I happily bustled off to do her bidding.

We spent some time gathering meadow flowers from the sunny side of the eyot, and had both managed an arrangement that we thought would please our stepmother, idly chatting while we did. The topic of our governess had come up, and I was surprised to here Severine confide:

“She sleepwalks, you know!”

“Does she? How do you know?”

“I saw her,” she said, eyes twinkling.

“You liar,” I scoffed.

“It’s true, I saw her just the other night. I was woken by the sound of a horse in the courtyard, and got out of bed to see.”

I had been moved down the hall to my own room by this age, and would not have known if she was out of bed or not, so I urged her to continue.

“I couldn’t see the horse or rider, but while at the window I heard Mademoiselle’s door open and close. As silently as possible, I peeked out of my own door and that’s when I saw her walking down the hall towards the stairs in her night gown and bare feet.”

“Where was she going?” I asked

“I don’t know,” Severine shook her head, the sunlight glinting off her long golden tresses. “But she didn’t come back, so I went back to bed and fell asleep. Do you think we should ask her about it?”

“No,” I replied, “she might feel embarrassed.”

“I suppose so.” My sister took my words at face value, but in reality I was very curious to find out for myself where our governess went in the dark of the night, and didn’t fancy my little sister tagging along if I was to follow her.

Satisfied with our flower picking I told Severine I was going back, while she elected to stay and pick a few more. And perhaps just as well, for I beheld the most unexpected thing on my return. Although not making any great attempt at stealth, I approached stepmother and Mademoiselle from behind a concealing wall of willow boughs, coming upon them unnoticed. I expected to find them sitting together under the tree as they were when I left, and in a way I did. But Mademoiselle’s head was no longer in mama’s lap, but instead her face was pressed close to my stepmother’s, and their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.

Shocked, I stared for some time from my place of concealment and watched the two beautiful women in this most unconventional embrace. Stepmother had Mademoiselle pulled closely to her, and she held her with one hand to her waist, and another holding her cheek. Mademoiselle clasped her arms tightly around mama’s body, and moved rhythmically as if trying to press herself closer. Their lips were locked together and their tongues played sensually on each other. I could see the wet pink of the tongues sliding and exploring together, and thought how luscious it must be to play in the mouth of another so.

I must admit, I found the sight exceptionally arousing, which shocked me. Something about the way the two women sensuously enjoyed each other’s mouths was intensely erotic, and I dithered for a long while before coming to my senses. Only the thought of explaining the scene, and my voyeurism, to Severine finally encouraged me to retreat a little, then approach more noisily. As I did I saw stepmother’s dark eyes flutter open in mid-kiss and look smilingly in my direction. She broke off the kissing, and the two women arranged themselves into a more decorous scene for my arrival. By the time I had emerged from behind the drooping willow branches there was no sign of what they had been up to, and the prompt return of Severine gave me cover to hide my obvious fluster.

My sister led us in presenting our bouquets to our stepmother, and she received them gaily, praising us both and kissing us on the cheek. Soon after, we waved the coachman back out to the eyot, and duly made off for home.

Mademoiselle sat opposite me in the trap, and although I could not meet her eye the whole way, my eyes kept straying to her lips and mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to touch those lips with mine, and part them with my tongue to meet her own within. She sat primly upon her seat, but as I watched her I thought of the secret I knew, and of the daring, provocative and lustful woman I knew lay beneath. I felt sure that whatever she could be secretly leaving her bed for must be enticing indeed.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Gladys Stoatpamphlet

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

Jade strolled towards the changing room with her thong in her hands. She hadn’t bothered to put it back on after the last lap dance she had given to a cute teenage girl. Sixteen, tops, she thought to herself, and really easy.

It had been fun, even. She had taken the girl — “Alice,” she’d stammered when Jade had asked her name — into the back VIP area and stripped nude during the first song. During the second song she had pressed the girl’s face between her tits, stood over her and brought her pussy to within an inch of Alice’s trembling lips. She had a big wet spot in her pants by then.

Jade had spent the third song grinding a thigh against Alice’s vulva, until the blushing teen came in her pants. It had been so sweet to watch, much better than dealing with the drunken warthogs she normally ended up dancing for. Another reason to like Fridays, she thought.

Fridays were better for a number of reasons. Saturday was busier, but more girls worked that night too, so there wasn’t really a better chance to make more money. And the Saturday security staff had a couple of real meatheads. A couple of them apparently thought that being a bouncer in a strip club meant that they’d get all the free pussy they could handle. They had been very disappointed to learn of the hands-off policy. The ones who stayed were sullen and could be pretty rude. But the Friday night team was a bunch of pros. They never gave the girls a hard time. There was no way she could just stroll across the room without putting her thong back on on a Saturday, but the Friday night team just smiled at her and shook their heads.

The biggest benefit about Fridays though was that the boss left the management of the club to Nicole, his daughter. Nicole was a real sweetie and did everything she could to make sure the dancers were happy. For Jade, this meant she could bring her daughter Mia to work with her.

She ran into Gigi coming out of the changing room. Gigi, her real name Geraldine, was a cute young blonde. Long hair, an elegant figure, and a wholesome, all-American face, all packed into a shiny silver bikini along with an overactive libido, all of which made her popular with both the customers and the other dancers. Gigi stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Jade’s bald pussy on display.

“Hey baby,” Jade said fondly.

“Ooh, Jade,” Gigi sighed. “Want some help cooling that hot pussy down?”

“Let me help you first,” Jade cooed. She twined her left arm around Gigi’s waist and thrust a hand into the front of the blonde’s bikini bottoms, sliding her middle finger through Gigi’s sticky labia, then inside the girl’s cunt, working it as deep as it would go. Gigi’s moans were cut off when Jade kissed her. She stirred up Gigi’s honey pot while their tongues wrestled.

Then, just as Gigi began to roll her hips, fucking herself on Jade’s finger, Jade broke off their kiss and stepped back. Gigi moaned in frustration when Jade took her finger away.

“Ohhhhh, Jade. Don’t tease me, pretty please?” Gigi whimpered.

Jade tossed her long blonde hair back. “No time now, baby. Money to be made. Wait ’til the end of the night and we’ll have some fun.”

“Oh, Jade,” Gigi pouted as she cupped her breasts. “There’s no way I can wait that long.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Your mouth tastes like pussy already. Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Paula,” Gigi giggled, blushing a bit.

“Paula’s always first,” Jade said with a smile. “You two are so cute together.” She bent to give the young blonde a soft kiss. “I’ll make you feel really good later, hon, I promise. But I gotta go check in on Mia.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Gigi said slyly. “Maybe I’ll go check in on her later, too.” She sighed, a yearning expression on her face. “God, your little girl is such a hottie.”

“Hey, be my guest,” Jade replied. “But you better work a little, too. You don’t want to go home empty-handed.” Jade slid past her and gave her ass a light pinch before slipping through the door into the changing room.

The changing room was private. Girls only. No men, not even management. The boss had made that rule and any guy who broke it got canned on the spot. There was usually some kind of naughty activity going on in the changing room during the night and tonight was no exception. Stephanie was on her knees eating Tammy’s pussy. Steph and Tammy did a girl-girl show on Fridays. They were roommates, lovers in their private life. Jade had been to their place and it only had one bedroom with a king sized bed. The three of them had spent some quality time in that bed.

Jade noticed a new girl, a redhead, staring at Steph on her knees, eating her girlfriend’s pussy without a trace of modesty. Some of the other girls were watching too, but they were used to such displays. The new girl was gazing at the two lovers with a mix of shock and hunger. She’ll fit in just fine, Jade thought with a smile.

She stopped next to Stephanie and ran her hand through the girl’s soft auburn hair as the cute redhead continued to slurp away at the shaven pussy in her face. Leaning in close, Jade brought her face right down next to Stephanie’s and inhaled deeply, breathing in the delightful scent of Tammy’s cunt. “Mmmm, smells good.”

“Tastes good too,” Steph said with a grin, her voice muffled somewhat by the pussy in her face. Jade moved closer and Stephanie raised her wet face to kiss her, sharing the taste of Tammy’s cunt.

“Hey, damn it,” Tammy panted. “Don’t stop now.” Her long brown hair was in a ponytail and she looked flushed.

Jade broke off her kiss with Stephanie and guided the girl’s head back into place between her lover’s legs. Rising up she pressed herself up against Tammy and kissed her fiercely, grinding her naked sex against the back of Stephanie’s head.

“Tease,” Tammy said when Jade broke off the kiss.

“I just wanted to say hi, baby,” Jade replied in a sultry whisper. “Oh, and I think the new girl’s interested.”

Tammy’s eyes darted quickly over Jade’s shoulder where the new girl was still staring at them. She looked young, only just eighteen. The girl blushed when she realized that she had been caught staring and turned away, her cheeks flushed red.

Tammy smiled. “We’ll have to get to know her better.” Jade gave her another quick kiss, then stepped away. She was really wet now and needed some relief. Time to check in on Mia.

Going straight up to the door to the manager’s office she walked in without knocking. Nicole was there, sitting at her desk. She was leaning back in the big chair behind the desk, breathing heavily, and the buttons of her blouse were undone. Jade grinned and closed the door behind her. Nicole’s eyes fluttered open as Jade strutted around the desk, but she didn’t say a word.

“Having fun?” Jade asked as she rounded the desk. Nicole was naked from the waist down. Kneeling on the floor under the desk was Jade’s daughter, Mia. She had just turned eleven. Her bright blue eyes twinkled up at her mom but she didn’t speak. Jade could only see half of her little girl’s face though, the lower half of it was buried in Nicole’s dripping pussy. Her slim little body was totally naked.

“Ooooooohhhhhh, fuck!” Nicole moaned in ecstasy. She started to grind her pussy into the baby face of little Mia. “She’s such a little darling,” she moaned.

Jade slid her hand into Nicole’s shirt to cup one of the woman’s braless breasts. “Oh, no she’s not,” she said as she began to pinch Nicole’s hardened nipple. “She’s a little lesbian slut, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes, Mommy,” came the muffled reply.

“You like eating Nicole’s hot pussy, baby?”

“Uhhmmmmmm yes, Mommy. It’s all wet and yummy. And her pussy is all smooth, like a little girl’s. Just like yours.”

“Good girl. You make Mommy so proud. And you make Nicole happy, too.”

“Oooohhh, she sure does,” Nicole moaned. “Oh, Mia, that mouth of yours.” She caressed the little girl’s head. “God, Jade… she’s incredible. She’s already made me come twice,” she whispered.

“Oh, she’s insatiable. You’re going to have to make her stop when you can’t take it any more. My little Mia will eat pussy all day if you let her.” Jade put one foot on Nicole’s big leather chair. With a sudden shove she stood up on the manager’s seat. “As for me, I just came here to fuck your face.”

Nicole looked up at the glistening flesh of Jade’s shaved pussy. The ring in the hood of her clit shone. She lunged forward to cover Jade’s pretty bare cunt with her mouth, her tongue sliding deep into the dancer’s gooey depths. One hand cradled the head of the girl between her legs while the other wrapped around the stripper’s hips to hold her firmly in place. Nicole was in pussy heaven.

“Aaaahhhhhh, that’s nice,” Jade moaned. She basked in the attention of Nicole’s searching tongue and sucking lips. Nicole was an excellent pussy licker and was always hungry for cunt. “That’s a good slut. Don’t make me come, though… I want my little girl to finish me off.”

Nicole’s arm tightened around Jade’s hips as her tongue curled about and tickled her lover’s urethra. “Ohh, I love that,” Jade moaned. Mmmmmm, you’re such a hot fucking dyke.”

Suddenly Nicole moaned and clutched at Mia’s little head. Jade ground her cunt into Nicole’s face as her boss began to come. Her body bucked in spasms of pleasure, but Mia clung tightly to her pussy, wildly tongue-fucking the older woman. Jade ground her cunt against Nicole’s gasping mouth.

Jade was really on the edge now. Sliding down Nicole’s wet body she kissed her deeply, loving the taste of herself on her sexy boss’s mouth. Nicole returned the kiss, shuddering as her orgasm wound down.

Little Mia, knowing that Nicole would be too sensitive for a minute or two, finally pulled her dripping face away from the woman’s delicious pussy. Now she was looking straight at her mother’s ass while she listened to the two women kiss. It was so pretty. Mia never got tired of staring at her mom’s hot ass… God, she was practically in love with it. She placed her hands upon Jade’s cheeks and parted them, opening her mother’s ass crack to her hungry gaze.

Jade thrust her bottom back toward her daughter, making it clear what she wanted from Mia as she and Nicole kissed.

When she felt her daughter’s tongue begin to trace circles around her anus, she moaned deep in her throat. “Ohhhhhh,” she gasped, breaking off her kiss with the flushed Nicole. “Lick Mommy’s asshole, baby! Put your tongue into your mother’s butt.”

Mia did as she was told. She stuffed her slick tongue as deep as it would go into her mommy’s rectum. Jade whimpered in a high pitch. Mia knew that sound, it meant her mother was close to coming, so she brought up her right hand and plunged all four fingers into her mommy’s pussy, deep as they would go, and wiggled them around.

Jade came like she was having a seizure. Her cunt clamped down like a vice on her daughter’s fingers, but Mia only giggled, her face still buried between her mummy’s cheeks.

Nicole watched the hot blonde come with something like awe. Wanting to be part of such a glorious moment she reached out and pinched Jade’s nipples firmly. Jade shook like a leaf in a storm and a gurgling, animal-like sound came out of her throat. Her back arched down like a bow, thrusting her ass out higher, and her pussy spasmed and squirted. Cream blasted out of her. The only thing that prevented her from soaking Nicole’s desk in her juice was the naked body of her little girl.

Mia squealed with delight as her mom’s honey sprayed on her naked flat chest. Quick as she could she pulled her tongue out of her Jade’s clenching butt and ducked down lower. She had only made Mommy squirt like this a few times before, but she knew what to do. She slid her left thumb into her mother’s ass where her tongue had been and began to piston her other hand in and out of Jade’s squelching cunt. Faster and faster she went until Jade began to shake again. When she felt her mom go rigid she pushed her fingers in as deep as they would go, twisted her hand around, and crushed Mommy’s clit with her thumb.

Jade made a keening wail as another orgasm rolled over her in pulsating waves. Her pussy pulsed and clenched. Mia opened her mouth wide, ready to receive. Hot mommy juice sprayed out of Jade’s spasming pussy all over the little girl’s face.

Mia loved wet pussies and pussy cream and now her tongue was swimming in a pool of nectar straight from her mother’s cunt. She closed her lips tight to savor the sweet gift while her hands roamed everywhere over her smooth little body, finally sliding down to rub fiercely at her bare slit.

Jade slowly opened her eyes as she recovered from her orgasm. She saw Nicole’s slack-jawed stare over her shoulder and turned her head to follow her gaze. A slow smile spread across her face at the sight of Mia. Her daughter had her eyes and mouth shut, her face was wet, her smooth flat chest glistened while the girl’s left hand pinched at her baby nipples. The girl was moaning, and the sound the as she finger fucked herself was music to her ears. At that moment Jade thought Mia was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She watched as Mia gave herself a little orgasm, leaning against the table and shaking. Finally, Mia gulped down her reward and opened her eyes.

Jade rolled off of Nicole and stood up. She reached out with one hand and pulled Mia close. The two of them shared a deep lingering kiss. When they came apart Jade looked into her little girl’s eyes and said, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Mia actually blushed. “I’m all messy,” she said.

“Mmmm, you look so good messy. Damn, I wish I had a camera.” She ran her hands through her little girl’s hair. “Thank you, baby. You made Mommy come really, really hard. You were great.”

“I liked it,” Mia said. “I love licking your bottom.”

Jade chuckled. “Yeah, I could tell.”

A slightly sad look came over Mia’s face. “You have to go back to work now…?” she asked glumly. “But I wanna make love to you some more.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m afraid so baby.” She leaned in and licked Mia’s saturated chest. “Mommy’s got to pay the rent. But only a few more hours. Then we can go home and have some time together, just you and me.” Mia’s nipples were very rigid. Jade gave one a quick suck.

Mia sighed as her mother sucked her nipple and whispered in her ear, “Can I be your pussy girl?”

“Mmmm,” Jade moaned. She let go of the swollen bud and brought her face up so the two of them were nose to nose. “You’ll always be my little pussy girl baby. Always and forever.” Then they kissed. Mia sucked on her mother’s tongue desperately and Jade slid her hands around Mia’s tight little butt to gently probe her child’s tender holes. Mia spread her legs to give her better access.

When they finally separated Jade said, “I better go honey. Don’t be sad, though, Ms. Nicole is here to keep you happy and she’ll do anything you tell her to.” Jade turned to Nicole. “Won’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” the busty club manager said, nodding her head quickly. “Yes, anything.”

Mia looked at her mother. “Can I put my whole hand inside her, Mommy?”

“Of course you can, baby, and in any hole you like. Now you two be good, and Nicole… you’d better do as you’re told. Mia likes to be obeyed.”

Nicole’s voice was barely a whisper. “You know I’d do anything for her.”

“Actually yes, yes I do,” Jade said and gave Nicole a quick kiss. “That’s why you get to play with her.”

As Jade gathered up the small scraps of cloth that made up her dancing outfit Mia shyly asked, “Mommy, is Gigi here tonight?”

She almost laughed at the eagerness in her daughter’s voice and the look on her face. “She sure is. Would you like me to send her in later?”

“Uh-huh,” Mia said, nodding rapidly in excitement. “She told me last time that I could put candy in her pussy and eat it out of her… so I brought some Gummi Bears.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll like that. But make sure you get them all out, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I will. I’ll count them to be sure.”

Jade resisted the impulse to bend her little girl over and violate her cute little ass. Damn, she thought, three orgasms and I’m still horny. The next guy who gets a lap dance from me is going to be one lucky bastard… I should charge him extra. But all she said was, “Just have fun, baby.”

She blew her girl a kiss, not trusting herself to get too close, and waved at Nicole. Nicole didn’t even notice. Sitting in her chair her face was only a couple of feet away from Mia’s spread thighs. Jade turned and walked away quickly. The last thing she saw as she left the room was Mia’s hand reaching out to grab Nicole’s head. The last thing she heard was her daughter’s voice saying, “It’s your turn, slut. Lick me now.”

Jade went to her changing area and wiped herself down with a towelette. Hearing a moan she turned to see that Tammy had been good to her word. She was on her knees in a corner eating the new girl’s pussy. The redhead had her eyes closed and her breathing was erratic. Tammy was really going to town on her and Jade knew what a good pussy licker Tammy was. The new girl was getting a really nice welcome. Jade laughed to herself and finished getting dressed in her very skimpy outfit.

As she came out of the changing room Gigi was on her way in. She looked flushed, obviously having just given a private dance.

“See,” the willowy blonde said. “I’m working now.” The frustration in her voice made her sound almost angry.

Jade stepped in close and kissed her, whispering in her ear. “Good girl baby, Momma’s proud of her working girl. But all work and no play is no good. You want a little sexy fun?”

Gigi’s eyes were hooded with lust. All she could do was nod.

“Go say hi to Mia… she asked about you,” Jade said softly. Gigi’s lust filled eyes widened and she licked her lips. “She brought you some candy, too.”

“Oh fuck…” Gigi moaned, and hurried into the changing room.

Jade shook her head, smiling to herself. My little girl loves to fuck women, she mused. But I’m the one she makes love to.

She headed toward the stage, already moist in anticipation of the sex games she and her daughter would play later.