Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

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

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

*****

I came downstairs dressed in a white nylon chemise that Ursula had bought for me. It just about covered my bum. I wore nothing underneath it. Ursula was seated in the kitchen, dressed in a short silk robe, drinking coffee.

“Can I get some of that?” I asked and she pushed an empty mug along the breakfast bar to me. I filled it and took a gulp.

She looked a wreck. I’d have pitied her, but I was too devastated after the previous afternoon’s events, too worried about Ashley’s happiness and my own future.

“How is she?” I finally asked.

Ursula turned her weary gaze to meet mine. “She slept with me in my bed. It felt like hours before I could get her to stop crying. I have to admit that she really loves you. She was begging me not to send you away, and she wouldn’t stop. Eventually, if only to get some sleep, I told her I’d think about it.” She paused, then added, “I’m still furious about what you did, Misty. You had no right.”

I felt helpless in the face of Ursula’s anger. How could I make her understand?

“I suppose this is when I should apologise…” I began, trying not to cry, “but from the moment I first laid eyes on her, it was love, true love, like nothing I’ve ever known. Ashley felt the same way about me when we met, you know.”

“She told me that,” Ursula muttered.

“It was inevitable that we’d end up in each other’s arms. It would’ve taken superhuman strength to resist my own urges, and sheer cruelty to deny her what she craved. I’m a mere mortal. I’m sorry — sorry that Ashley was hurt and yes, sorry that you got hurt too.”

“You’re damn right I got hurt. I thought I meant something to you. But no… you were using me to get to my daughter!”

I tried to appear indignant. “Do you think that all that mind-blowing sex that you and I had was nothing but a strategy of mine? I wasn’t in love with you, Ursula, and never said I was, but the physical attraction was real and intense. How many times did you make me come, and vice versa? Those were real orgasms.”

“But you just told me you were in love with Ashley!”

“I built a wall between my physical attraction to you and my love for her. I felt about you both in two different ways.”

She snorted with disdain. “You were having your cake and eating it, that’s what.”

“The point is, what are we going to do?”

“We? I’ll decide that. You don’t have a say in this, damn you!”

That was when Ashley made her way downstairs, dressed in a translucent nightie so sheer that it looked like she was enveloped in a cloud of mist. Her eyes, and even her nose, were red from crying.

Ursula slipped off her stool and padded over to Ashley, taking the girl in her arms. “Oh, my darling little girl,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please don’t cry. I won’t let Misty hurt you anymore.”

“She didn’t hurt me!” Ashley cried. “She made me happy. You hurt me by getting so mad at us, and yelling at Misty like that. If you hadn’t come home early, everything would be fine. I told you all this last night.” She folded her arms, glaring at her mother. “If you make Misty leave, I’ll kill myself!”

That stopped Ursula in her tracks. “Don’t — don’t say that, sweetie. You can’t, it’s not fair, that’s emotional blackmail!” She stared pleadingly at the girl, cut to the quick by Ashley’s ice-cold stare. “Promise me you won’t… do anything like that. Please.”

“Listen to your mother, Ashley,” I said, desperately trying to ease the tension that filled the room. “If you hurt yourself in any way, it would destroy us both.”

Ashley emitted a deep, melancholy sigh. “Whatever,” she mumbled, turning away from her mum and me.

“Um… would you like some breakfast, darling?” Ursula said.

“Juice is fine,” said Ashley dismissively, going to the fridge.

“You have piano this morning,” Ursula said. Every Saturday morning, Ashley took a piano lesson three doors down. “Drink up and go and get dressed, while Misty and I decide what’s going to happen.”

Ashley trudged dejectedly up the stairs.

Ursula turned back to me, her arms folded. “Last night, Ashley told me that you’d taken nude photographs of her. Is that right?”

“Um, yeah… I did.”

“I want to see them.”

Shit. I didn’t want to show those pictures to Ursula, not one bit — but a glance at her made it clear that she had no intention of letting me off the hook.

Resigning myself, I slowly stood. “They’re on my laptop.”

We went up to the second floor and into my room, where Ursula sat at my dressing table as I leaned over her shoulder, booted up the laptop and opened my Ashley file, which I’d named “Recipes.”

She nodded. “Very clever… I’d never have thought to look there for dirty photos.”

My nerves jangling, I sat on the end of the bed, watching Ursula as she scrolled through two months worth of pictures, each one a shot of her daughter lewdly exhibiting herself to the camera. She swiveled round to face me, unaware that her robe had fallen open and I could see her cunt. Her finger swiped from picture to picture, pausing after each one to delete it.

“My God,” she gasped after one particularly explicit shot of Ashley spread out on the dining table, opening her cunt with two fingers. “She has no shame at all! I gave her the most careful upbringing imaginable, and she grows up to be a lesbian slut!”

Kinda like you, mommy dearest, I thought. You’re no shrinking violet.

I noticed that she wasn’t deleting any more pictures — just studying each one, then moving on to the next until she reached the final shot. There Ashley was eating my pussy, the joy she felt clearly showing in her eyes. Ursula stared at it for a long time. “You’ve bewitched her,” she finally said. “You must have done!”

“It’s she who bewitched me,” I countered.

She closed the file, then said, “What’s this?” as she noticed the file just below, named “Recipes 2.”

“Those are the ones Ashley took of me.”

She clicked it open, then began working her way through images of me — mostly nude, all salacious. She threw a brief glance my way, and for a second and I saw something in her eyes, something of the hunger she’d shown for me before I’d grown careless enough to let her catch me with Ashley.

As Ursula examined the next picture, l leaned back, propping myself on both elbows, casually shrugging a strap off one shoulder to reveal my left nipple. Then I slid down the bed to make the flimsy camisole I wore ride up, leaving my cunt fully exposed. When she looked over at me, I moved my knees apart and smiled at her. She took a good long look, then carried on with the computer, clicking from one photograph to the next without deleting any. These included selfies that Ashley had taken as she made love to me in one way or another — eating my pussy, fingering me, sucking my nipples and rubbing her cunt on some part of my body. Then there were the solo shots, pictures of me posing like a wanton slut, the way Ashley especially loved to see me.

Ursula’s face was getting flushed, her fingers clumsy on the keys. The next time she looked at me, my right hand was tweaking the exposed nipple, while the left hand rested on my cunt, spreading it wide open with two fingers. That was when she came to the last picture, one that Ashley had taken immediately after fisting me, that showed the enormous cavern of my stretched-out vagina.

“Oh, my God,” she croaked, and thrust a hand between her legs to grope her cunt. When she looked over at me this time, I slipped two fingers into my vagina, moved them around inside to get them nice and juicy, then smeared the wetness all over my mouth. Now that I had Ursula’s attention, I used both hands to pull my pussy lips apart as far as they’d stretch.

The view she had of me wasn’t quite as outrageous as the picture on the screen — but this cunt could be touched, smelled, tasted. The aroma of my lust was sharp in the air, mingling with her own womanly heat. She stared at me, her hungry gaze locked on my exposed parts, her eyes huge.

She was ready to worship between my legs… and I was ready to make her mine all over again.

“Lick me, Ursula,” I demanded. “You know you want a taste of this juicy cunt. Go on, do it!”

Before I could say another word, she was on her knees at the foot of the bed. She slid both hands under my thighs, gripping them and pulling me towards her, burying her face in the pink folds of my love tunnel, probing deep inside me with her tongue, breathing hard through her nose.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” I gasped — my excitement real, not faked. “You still know how to drive me crazy, you beautiful slut! I’m gonna come! Make me come, Ursula, send me to heaven! Oooh, God, yes! Yes!”

While her mouth was going crazy on my cunt, Ursula placed the tip of a finger on my anus, then pressed it into my arse with a single stroke. That was enough to make me come. It wasn’t a record breaker of an orgasm, but damned good under the circumstances.

She looked up, her cheeks wet with my fluids, and glared at me. “You fucking bitch. I ought to toss you out of this house right now, but I — I need you too much. Damn you, Misty.” She let out a deep sigh. “I can’t fire you. God knows I should… but I can’t.”

I felt a huge wave of relief. Ashley and I could still be together, in one fashion or another.

“Now let me lick you,” I said, standing up. “I can’t resist your cunt any more than you can resist mine. Take that robe off, get on the bed and spread your legs.”

She was quick to obey.  I pushed Ursula’s thighs apart, pressed my mouth against her pussy and went to town on her, giving the best oral I was capable of. She gasped and groaned as I worked hard to bring her to orgasm. It wasn’t long before she went rigid and let out a choked scream, clawing frantically at the sheets as she went over the top.

Suddenly an alarm went off in my head. Shit! Is Ashley still in her room? Did she hear us?

Rising to my feet, I pulled my camisole down to hide my still dripping pussy and tiptoed across the landing to her room. I knocked on the door and, hearing no reply, opened it and looked in. She wasn’t there.

“She’s gone to her piano lesson,” I reported back to Ursula, who had immediately understood why I’d left the room so quickly.

Her face was fraught with relief. “Thank God! What if she’d heard? Her heart would break all over again.”

“I know.”

“What are we going to do, Misty? I can’t help wanting you. The sex we have is just too fantastic for me to give up. But we have to keep it hidden from Ashley.”

“Then we can only enjoy each other after she’s gone to bed, and only in your room with the door locked.”

She nodded, thinking it through. “Agreed. But you can’t have sex with my daughter, not ever again. She’s too young. You’ll have to be satisfied with me.”

Fucking hell. Well, I suppose that’s the best I can hope for.

“I suppose you’re right,” I said, not meaning it for an instant. “I’ll just have to lead a secret life with you… though I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her.”

“I know,” said Ursula. “But that’s the way it’s got to be.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied me. “I’m going to trust you to behave yourself around Ashley. But if I catch you making love to her, I’ll ring up the police… and when that happens, don’t think you’ll get out of it by flashing your cunt at me. Understand?”

I felt my soul ache for the loss of my little lover — but there was nothing I could do. Gazing into Ursula’s eyes, I nodded. “Yes… I understand.”

*****

When Ashley came home and was informed that I wouldn’t be leaving after all, she hurled herself into my arms. I hugged her tightly while her mother looked on, then reluctantly released her, thinking that it might be the last intimate contact we’d ever have. Ashley’s mood had shifted from despair to total bliss, but I still had to tell her that our sexual adventures were over.

Later, when Ursula went to keep a manicure appointment, I sat down with Ashley in the drawing room.

“We need to talk,” I said. She looked apprehensive. “I’ve promised your mum that we won’t be having sex anymore.” Her face fell and she burst into tears. “I’m sorry, my darling. I still love you, though.”

“It’s not fair!” she wailed.

“She saw all the pictures we’d taken, both files, you and me.”

“Was she mad?”

“To be honest, not as angry as I thought she’d be. Your mother does appreciate beauty when she sees it, I suppose. She deleted some of them, the early ones, but then for some reason, she left all the rest.”

Ashley stopped crying, and sniffed. “Are you even allowed to kiss me?”

“On the lips, just briefly, like I’m your aunt or something.” I leaned in and kissed her, but let my lips linger for a moment. “A very friendly aunt,” I added.

She gave me a beseeching look. “Mum’s out. She’d never know if we…”

I silenced her with a firm shake of the head. “We got caught once. We could get caught again. Besides, I gave your mum my word.”

“That’s not such a big thing, is it?” Ashley pouted. “It’s just something you said to her…”

“Listen, sweetheart,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “Back when I was drinking, I broke a hell of a lot of promises, and hurt a lot of people who I cared about. Some of them were lovers of mine. I’ve got to be a better person than that now. Understand?”

“I guess,” she mumbled. “It’s gonna be awful hard, though.”

“Listen, I’ll try to think of something. Just be patient, okay? At least I still have a job, and we can see each other every day. Let’s make that do for now. I… I still love you, my sweet angel.”

“Love you too,” said Ashley, and we exchanged a painfully brief hug.

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