Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by JetBoy and BlueJean

I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s not fair?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

III

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

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

“You came,” Melinda said, delighted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you it was, didn’t I?”

“Mm.”

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

“Mmm-hmm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cripes…” Melinda piped.

“Mm,” Sophia murmured back with a nod.

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

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

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

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

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

“Melinda?”

“Hmm?”

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

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

“That’s right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My God… are they kissing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As it turned out, there was no need.

IV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She studied me thoughtfully. “Even Rebecca…?”

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

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

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

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

Soon to come: Chapter Eleven!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the story, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters who populate this saga, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and eventually ends up joining in the family festivities.

Jess has an openly gay friend named Stella. She has twin daughters named Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) who have flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her oldest daughter Alice. Alice suspects that the twins are sexually involved with their mother Stella, who she is very much attracted to herself.

As it transpires, Stella and her daughters are members of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out in her relationship with Rachel, Stella is looking to bring her, Rachel and both their families into the Society.

Stella lays her cards on the table: she suspects Jess and Rachel of having incestuous relations with one or more of their girls, and proposes bringing their combined families together for a sex party (though she has yet to tell Jess anything about the Society just yet). Jess is open to the idea, and tentative plans are made.

In the meantime, Jess and Laura’s mother Ann has just returned from a lengthy sea cruise. Laura informs her sister of a secret their mum told her: that she herself has recently explored lesbian sex with a much younger woman. This gets Jess thinking about the possibility of getting Ann to join in their incestuous relationship. She, Laura and Rachel discuss the idea, where they are overheard by Jessica’s seven-year-old daughter Poppy, who is intrigued by the possibility of sex with her grandmother.

When Ann arrives, Jess informs her mother that she is in a committed relationship with Rachel, and now considers herself gay. Ann is delighted for her daughter, especially since she already knows and likes Rachel. Later that night, Ann tells Jess about her night of passion with Gina, a woman in her twenties who she met online by accidentally visiting the Woman Seeking Woman page at on online dating site.

Later, when she is tucked up in bed, Ann masturbates while remembering her sexual encounter with Gina. But we soon learn that she later had a second sexual encounter with a woman, one she has yet to speak of to her daughters, with a French woman named Colette who she’d met on her ocean cruise.

Ann recalls one very special encounter with Colette. They were in bed and making love when Ann glanced up to see her partner’s eleven-year-old daughter Coralie standing in the entrance, watching them fuck. Colette didn’t notice the girl’s presence, but Ann was mesmerized — and turned on, in spite of herself.

Later, Ann was approached by Coralie, who briefly exposed herself, then admitted that she was attracted to women, especially her own mother. Ann was shocked, but promised to keep the girl’s secret. Weeks later, Ann brings herself to orgasm remembering that time with Colette – and Coralie.

The next morning, Ann is awakened by her granddaughter Poppy, who she will be looking after that day while Jess takes Alice and Katie to the dentist. After awhile, Ann notices seven-year-old Poppy behaving in a very strange way. First, while reading, she notices that the child is naked beneath her skirt and surreptitiously rubbing her bare slit. Taken aback, she decides to take a bath, which is interrupted by Poppy, who insists on sharing the tub with her grandmother and soaping her breasts.

When Jess returns with the older girls, she has a stern chat with Poppy after Ann mentions having bathed with her. But when Poppy asks for a kiss, Jess can’t resist the chance to go down on her little girl.

Later that night, Jess phones her sister Laura, asking her to keep an eye on Poppy the next day. Laura will be looking after the girls while Jess and Rachel are on a one-night trip to London. The sisters end up having a very stimulating round of phone sex before turning in for the night.

And that, dear readers, is where this installment kicks off. Read on…

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

It was seven-thirty in the morning, a cloudless sky promising good weather. With a hearty yawn, Laura let herself into the Matthews residence, calling out, “Hello?” when she heard movement in the kitchen.

Hearing Jess reply, “In here!” Laura entered to find her older sibling preparing breakfast.

“Morning, sis.” Laura glanced around. “Where is everyone?”

“Mum should be down in a minute, and the girls are just getting up.”

Laura turned to the door and listened. No one on the stairs. “In that case…” Quickly advancing toward Jess, she claimed her big sister’s mouth in a brief but intensely hungry kiss.

“Thanks, love,” Jess cooed as Laura broke away. “Christ, I needed that.”

“You deserve a hell of a lot more after last night, sis. I don’t think I’ve ever had better phone sex – and let’s face it, I’m a dyke of vast experience. You got me so keyed up, I had to rub myself off again before I turned the light out!”

Jess chuckled. “Oh, you inspire me, baby sister.” She moved in for another kiss, but was interrupted by the sound of feet on the stairs. A moment later, their mother entered.

Ann beamed at the sight of her youngest daughter. “Good morning, Laura!” They touched lips to each other’s cheeks in turn.

“Morning, Mum. Say, Jess told me last night that you want to talk to us… something about the business. Anything we should be concerned about?”

Accepting a cup of tea from Jessica, Ann seated herself at the table. “It’s nothing definite yet, so I can’t really go into any detail… but I’ve decided to look into selling the business, or at least some of it.”

Jess looked a little surprised. “That’s what you wanted to discuss? Why all the secrecy?”

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure how the two of you would take it. Your father spent his life building the firm, after all.”

Jess rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “Mum, it’s your business every bit as much as his. Dad told me more than once that he couldn’t have done it without you. So if you want to take a step back from it all, or even sell… well, we understand.”

“She’s right, Mum,” said Laura. “In fact, I think you should sell. You’ve worked long enough. Time to put the briefcase and those grey pantsuits away. Get out there and enjoy life.” Especially now that you’re thinking about switching to the lesbian side, she was tempted to add, but thought better of it.

“Thank you, girls. I’ve been taking a less hands-on approach for a few months, and the cruise was my way of making certain the firm could function without me. So it’s just a matter of deciding whether to make a clean break and sell up entirely, or retain a percentage. I’ve had my accountant and lawyer working on it, and putting out some informal feelers for potential buyers. It might come as something of a surprise to you both, but it seems we’re talking about at least several million pounds.”

“That much?” Jess exclaimed. “Well done, Mum.”

“It’s just money,” Anne said with a shrug. “Oh, it’s good to have it. But what matters most is being able to spend more time with you and the girls. Of course, there’s Rachel and her two as well.”

Just then, Alice entered the kitchen, Katie and Poppy close behind. Of course, they had to greet Auntie Laura, Poppy gave her gran a big hug… and everything went on pause while good-mornings were exchanged and hugs shared.

The front doorbell rang. “That’ll be Rachel and the girls,” murmured Jess, rolling her eyes. “Looks like Rach forgot her key again. Can you please get that, Alice?”

“Sure, Mum!” And she dashed out, soon returning hand in hand with a beaming Bella. Rachel followed with little Cindy.

“Hello, Ann,” said Rachel, warmly hugging her lover’s mother.

Good morning, my dear,” Ann replied, then turned to Bella and Cindy. “Hello, girls. Lovely to see you again.”

“So, Ann…” said Rachel, “my daughters have a question for you.”

Cindy stepped forward. “Umm, Mrs. Clark? Would you mind if we called you ‘Gran’ from now on? We’ve not got a real grandmother anymore, you see… but if Alice, Katie and Poppy are our sisters, and Jessica is our new mum, well…”

Looking from Cindy to Bella, Ann broke into an enormous smile. “I’d be honoured, girls.” She opened her arms, and the two girls raced into them.

When they broke their embrace, Laura clapped her hands briskly. “Come on now, girls, your mums need to get ready to go. Poppy, Katie, Alice… you three need to finish breakfast and get dressed. We’re going out!”

“Where?” asked Bella.

“Oh, you’ll like this. There’s a circus and fair taking place at Willett’s. We’ll spend the day there, then go out for pizza tonight.”

As the kitchen rang with cheers, Rachel took Ann’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks,” she whispered. “My girls have been planning to ask you that since last night. They think the world of you.”

“I feel the same way about them,” Ann replied. “And about you, Rachel. It makes me very happy, having an even bigger family. More to love!”

Rachel just smiled. Oh, my dear, sweet Ann… you’ve no idea just how true those words are.

Twenty minutes later, Jess and Rachel said their goodbyes. Climbing into Rachel’s car, they set off for the Oxford tube, a gaggle of young girls waving through the family room window.

***

After enjoying a long, active day at the garden centre, then gorging themselves on pizza, the five girls were ready for bed earlier than usual… which fit in nicely with Laura’s plans for the remainder of the evening. They said their goodnights to Ann, then Laura led the youngsters upstairs to Alice’s room.

Carefully shutting the door, Laura told them, “If you girls want to have sex tonight, you can, but do it quietly, okay? If your gran catches any of you fucking, it’ll spoil everything. Not to mention that you’ll also catch holy hell from your mums when they get back. And me. Got it?”

Thrilled at the prospect of playing sex games, the girls promised to keep the noise down. Then Cindy spoke up. “What will you be doing tonight, Auntie Laura?”

“Wanna come have fun with us?” Alice asked, to which Bella gave an eager nod.

“No fair!” Katie protested. “What about me and Cindy?”

“Hold on, hold on,” Laura said, raising a hand. “Much as I appreciate the offer, I’ve got other plans. Your gran doesn’t know it yet, mind… but I’m going to ask to share her bed tonight.”

“Ooooh!” Poppy squealed. “Are you gonna try to – to fuck her?”

“Oh, I doubt that will happen,” Laura replied with a shrug, “but I am hoping to have a long chat with her about sex with women. Tell her about some of the experiences I’ve had.”

“I’d like to hear about those, too,” said Alice.

Laura patted her niece’s knee. “Someday, sweetie. Anyway, if I’m lucky, I might get Mum to masturbate with me. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to kiss her. I don’t think she’s ready for full-on sex with a family member, though.”

“Maybe someday…” Poppy murmured wistfully.

“Goodnight, ladies,” said Laura, getting to her feet. “Remember what I said about being quiet. And don’t keep the fun going too late. You all need to be tucked up in bed and quiet before your gran comes upstairs.” Blowing them a kiss, she made her exit, leaving five eager-eyed young girls behind.

Bella glanced around at the others. “How are we doing this? Do we split up, or make it a big sex party?”

“Best not call it a party,” Alice observed. “Parties are noisy.”

The girls began to discuss their sleeping arrangements. Not that they intended to sleep any time soon…

***

Laura and Ann were in the living room, halfway through a bottle of wine and deep in conversation. They discussed how perfectly suited Jess and Rachel seemed to be, how well the girls got on with one another, and when Laura was going to find her own steady lover.

If you only knew, Mum, Laura mused, a smile on her lips. If you only knew.

Ann was filling her wine glass again. “So, darling, I’ve told you about my, er, recent interest in…” She tailed off.

“Sex with younger women? Yes, you have, Mum.”

Ann’s cheeks flushed a light pink. “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but… yes. I wanted to ask about your last assignment. It was something about, um, parties. For women.”

“Yes, upmarket lesbian parties. Very exclusive, very private… though I’m sure you’d rate an invitation, Mum. Are you sure you want to hear all the details?”

“I think so, yes. If I’m going to date other women, then I need to know about these things.” Ann turned slightly toward her daughter at one end of the sofa, while Laura set her glass on the coffee table and brought one leg up onto the sofa to face her mum.

She knew her short skirt had ridden up high enough to expose her cherry-red panties, but when Ann’s eyes flickered down, Laura pretended not to notice.

“Fair enough, Mum,” she said. “Now, some of this might shock you, but try to keep an open mind. These parties are a great way to explore lesbian sex without committing to a relationship. You’ll probably want to settle down with a partner at some point, but before then, it’s a good idea to get yourself some hands-on experience.” And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the chance to give you some hands-on experience of my own!

Ann nodded thoughtfully. “I’m beginning to think you’re right about that. This kind of thing is still new to me… I should play the field for a bit before thinking about settling down.” She smiled. “So tell me: what sort of things do you get up to at these parties?”

Taken aback, Laura said, “You want to hear about… what I’ve done? Sexually?”

“Why not? I want to know what it’s like. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you… no matter how much of a slag you’ve been.”

“Mum!” Laura gasped, then she dissolved into laughter. “Well done. Didn’t see that coming!”

“Sorry, dear. I couldn’t resist,” Ann murmured, patting her daughter’s bare foot. “Seriously, though… you can be completely honest with me. Sex with women is a whole new world, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather turn to for advice on how to… to navigate it.”

“I appreciate that, Mum. What do you want to know?”

“If you’re willing, I really would like to hear about your experiences… the first time you were with a girl, some of the things you’ve tried. We’ll get to that, though. First, tell me more about those sex parties.”

“Okay, I will.” Laura did her best to maintain a relaxed exterior, but her heart was racing. So you want to know more about the lesbian life… and what I’ve done with my lovers? Dear Mum, you’re about to get an earful from a seasoned reporter. And if your knickers aren’t dripping wet once I’m done, I’ve lost my touch.

Lolling back in her chair, she began. “You know, swinger parties have been around for… oh, decades. It just made sense that someone would eventually throw a sex gathering that catered exclusively to gay women…”

She continued to spin her story, pleased to see Anne listening raptly.

***

After Jess and Rachel had reached London and checked into their hotel, they hit the shops for a most satisfying afternoon of retail therapy, Rachel suggested dining in Covent Garden after dropping off their purchases. They enjoyed a light lunch, during which Rachel spoke of a little shop nearby where they could pick up some sex toys for Jessica.

“You’ve got to bin that plastic museum piece you’ve been using to get yourself off, love,” Rachel declared as they set off through the streets. “Sex technology has come a long way since your uni days.”

“It’s not that bloody old,” Jess protested. “Besides, I almost never take care of myself any more. Christ, I’ve got a whole family of sex partners!” She paused. “Okay, I did use it the other night, but that’s only because Mum was sleeping over. If the girls aren’t to have sex while she’s there, then neither should I, even with you. It’s only fair.”

“I know, I know. Which is why your three are spending so much time at my house.” Rachel grinned. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

Jess shook her head, “That’s why we need to get Mum involved. I mean, she’ll be going back home on Thursday, but… well, I had a house key cut for her the other day. How could I not?”

“Mm. So Anne could drop in at any time,” said Rachel.

“And I’m happy with that! Except for, you guessed it, the possibility of her catching two or more of us in bed… or having it off on the kitchen table, for fuck’s sake. I did that to Katie a few weeks ago, when she got up before her sisters – took off her nightie and went down on her, right before putting out the breakfast plates. Can you imagine Mum seeing something like that?  Aside from the trouble it would cause, we might give her a heart attack!”

They paused at a traffic signal, and Rachel took Jessica’s hand. “All right now, love… let’s put the topic of your mother aside, at least for now. This is our getaway time, and we’re meant to be enjoying ourselves.”

“Sorry, Rach,” Jess murmured. “You’re right, of course.” The light changed, and they crossed the street, still hand in hand.

“In a few minutes, we’ll be crossing the threshold of the most amazing sex shop you’ve ever seen… and while we’re there, I expect you to wear a smile dazzling enough to thaw a glacier. Ah, here’s our street.”

Taking Jess off the main thoroughfare, Rachel let them down a side street crammed with small independent shops. Passing bespoke tailors, shirtmakers, men’s grooming suppliers, watchmakers, vintage bookstores, record shops, and several cafes ranging from small to tiny, they approached a small, discreetly-fronted shop that wasn’t likely to catch the eyes of most, not unless they stopped and had a good long look. The sign hanging over the entrance was of a leering black cat, hovering over the words Pads, Paws & Claws. The window display was fairly innocuous, mostly mannequins draped in tasteful lingerie, and nothing of the interior could be seen from the street.

A brass bell above the door jingled as Rachel opened it, and they stepped inside. To Jess’ eyes the shop put her in mind of the TARDIS, the time machine from Doctor Who. The entrance area didn’t appear large at first, but it was brightly lit and colourful, framed by racks and shelves that held the provocative garments you’d expect to find in such an establishment. From there, though, an open archway pointed to a much larger area that went back what appeared to be a considerable distance, until one noticed that the back wall of the shop was mirrored, making the space seem much larger than it was.

As Rachel closed the door, a voice with a slight accent Jess couldn’t quite place issued from an open doorway on the left. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Glancing about, Jess took a closer look at the lingerie, examining the seams, materials, and general construction. Quality stuff, she mused.

Her reverie was interrupted by a woman who breezed into the room and exclaimed, “Rachel Thomas, as I live and breathe! I haven’t seen you in ages, and you’ve not placed any online orders lately. I was beginning to think you’d repented your wicked ways and joined a convent.”

The shopkeeper was a slender Asian woman with long, shiny black hair… possibly Japanese? She seemed to be close to their age, but with her flawless skin she could have been a full decade younger.

Rachel laughed as she approached her friend. “Really, Dominique… could you even imagine me in a habit? Come to think of it, don’t you stock naughty nun outfits here?”

“I do… and I’d simply love to have you model one for me, with fishnet stockings and, let’s see… crimson lip gloss. No panties, of course.”

“Still the same dirty bitch, I see. And you can put your mind at rest, love – I’d never go to anyone else for my toys.”

They came together in a hug. Jess noticed that the woman was even shorter than Rachel. She wore a black leather mini-dress with lace-up sides and ankle boots.

Turning to study Jess, clearly liking what she saw, Dominique purred, “And who is this goddess, darling?”

“Dom, meet my lover Jessica. Jess, this is Dominique, purveyor of the best selection of sex gear this side of a Roman orgy.”

The woman patted Rachel’s shoulder. “And we’ve been to one of those, haven’t we? Sorry, Jessica – that was a long time ago. So, Rachel, this is who’s been keeping you away? I can certainly see why. Does this mean you’ve turned from the dark side for good? Only sharing your goodies with one partner? Not that I’d blame you – she’s exquisite.”

Now blushing, Jess extended a hand, murmuring “Nice to meet you,” but instead, Dominique drew her into a warm embrace.

Breaking away the Asian beauty said, “Lovely to meet you, Jess. Well, what can I do for you lovebirds? I know what I’d like to do, but what are you after today?”

“Dom, we have a serious problem,” Rachel began. “Jessica’s toy box consists of one of those old hard plastic relics that sound like a buzzsaw. We need to get her sorted.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Stepping over to the door, Dominique flipped the Closed for Lunch sign around to face the street, then gestured toward the store’s interior. “Come with me.”

As they proceeded through the arch, Jess asked, “This place is a bit off the main area. Do you get many people in?”

“You’d be surprised. A lot of my business is through word of mouth, and I have many regulars, but online is my main source of revenue. I’ve got a couple of girls just fulfilling orders.”

Rachel snickered. “I bet that’s not all they’re fulfilling…”

Dominique smiled coquettishly over her shoulder at Jess. “Well, a girl’s got to get it where she can, after all. I also do parties at select customers’ homes, and the fetish scene these days is a bloody gold mine. Then there are the research and feedback groups for new products… that’s upstairs.”

This time it was Jess who responded. “Research, eh?”

“Just so.” With a knowing smile, Dominique led the women through to the rear of the store. Casting her eyes about, Jessica saw a dizzying display of sexual paraphernalia. There were dildos and vibrators in every imaginable size and shape, some of them astonishingly large. Racks of fetish clothing, shelves loaded down with bondage gear, sex dolls ranging from cheap inflatable plastic to life-like silicone, a room off to the side crammed with glossy sex mags and DVDs, a wicker basket filled with whips – whatever the kink, Dominique’s shop seemed to encompass it.

“I’ve got some new things in that I know you’ll enjoy,” Dom said. “Have a look round while I put a selection together.”

Jess and Rachel spent the best part of an hour browsing, marvelling and laughing as they filled a basket with purchases. Most of these were for Jessica, but a few items caught Rachel’s eye, particularly a remote control Bluetooth vibrator that linked to one’s phone. There was also a double strapon that she couldn’t resist, designed to penetrate a lover’s cunt and anus simultaneously.

“I’ll be using this one on you, love,” Rachel told Jessica, brandishing the toy like a weapon. “Ever taken it in both holes at once?”

“No, never,” Jess replied, “and I probably won’t be able to sit down for a few days afterward… but sod it, I’m willing.”

“That’s the spirit!” Dominique exclaimed. “Hang on to this one, Rach – she’s a find!”

The tour continued, and a few more purchases found their way into the basket. Rachel looked longingly at a Sybian, but decided it was much too bulky to take on the coach.

“I’m bringing the car next time,” she muttered, caressing the eight-inch cock attached to the fuck machine. “Christ almighty, imagine the fun you could have with this!”

Jess made sure Dom was out of earshot, then whispered, “You’d have to keep it under lock and key, you know. Otherwise, the girls will want to give it a go.”

Rachel grimaced. “Mmm. Didn’t think of that.”

Once they’d plumbed the delights of the shop, Dominique led her customers to the register. As they paid for the basket’s contents, she asked, “So, ladies… what are you up to this evening?”

Rachel replied, “We have a matinee show, then dinner, and then…” She shook her bag of purchases, “it’s back to the hotel to road-test our new goodies.”

This prompted a very significant smile from the shop owner. “Tell you what… if you need some expert advice on how best to use these toys, I’d be happy to provide that extra service. No charge, of course!’’

Rachel thought it over. “Well, we’ve escaped my two girls and Jessica’s three for the night to enjoy some uninterrupted fucking… What do you think, Jess – shall we pass up Dom’s kind offer, or are you up for some real fun?”

Jess returned Dominique’s smile. “This was supposed to be a bit of one-on-one time, but I think maybe a two-on-one would be fun. Besides, I’d like to hear about this Roman orgy you mentioned. And anything else Rachel got up to before I saved her from a life of debauchery.”

“What’s wrong with debauchery?” Rachel protested. “It’s the best bloody thing the Romans gave us… except roads and plumbing, I suppose.”

Dominique smiled at the exchange. “This is going to be an interesting night.”

Rachel wrote down their hotel and room number on one of Dom’s business cards. They agreed to meet at eight, then exchanged goodbyes.

Acting on impulse, Jess leaned down and gently kissed the petite Asian on the mouth, murmuring, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Her eyes gleaming, Dominique replied, “And I’m looking forward to shagging your arse off. See you both at eight.”

Making their way back to the hotel, Jess gave Rachel a thoughtful look. “So… a Roman orgy, was it? Seems to me you have some more stories to tell.”

“Maybe I have, lover… but the stories I’m making with you and our little harem are much more exciting.” Rachel shook her head. “It’s a damned shame we can’t share them with anyone.”

“Can you imagine?” Jess said. “I doubt it’s easy to shock your friend Dom, but if she knew what we get up to with the girls…oh, my goodness!”

“She’d be dead impressed,” Rachel agreed.

Upon returning to their room, Jess and Rachel relaxed for a while, then freshened themselves up for the show. They were both feeling randy, but elected to save the mood for later, settling instead for a few heated kisses. Afterwards, they had a light pasta supper in a little Italian bistro recommended by the concierge, returning to their room in time to shower and dress before Dominique was due to arrive.

They didn’t bother with dresses, just slipped into harness-style strappy lingerie sets they’d purchased, aubergine-hued basques with half-cup bras that left their breasts exposed. These were accompanied by black stockings attached to suspenders, topped off with stiletto heels more suited to posing than walking.

Just after eight, there was a knock on the door. Rachel peered through the spy hole… sure enough, it was Dominique, who entered wearing a knee-length coat. Dropping her bag, she gave Rachel a brief kiss before stepping back to appraise her outfit.

Rachel did a twirl before posing with hands on hips. “We thought we’d model these for you. What’s the verdict?”

“Absolutely scrumptious. I knew this would look incredible on you, Rach.” She glanced around the room.  Where’s your other half, then?” That was the cue for Jess to step out of the bathroom.

Dominique whistled as she took in the imposing sight of her friend’s lover. Jessica was easily six feet in her new heels, lustrous red hair spilling over her shoulders. She was dressed identically to Rachel, with one crucial difference: Jess sported another of her new purchases, one that jutted defiantly from her groin.

Dominique’s eyes dropped to the strap-on. “Hello, Jessica,” she cooed. “My, that’s an impressive way to be greeted. Have you got a licence for that?”

Noting their guest’s overcoat, Jess said, “Lovely to see you again, Dominique. I must say, though, that you seem… overdressed for this party.”

“Well, I could hardly stroll through the lobby wearing this,” Dom replied, slipping out of the coat, then casually draping it over a nearby chair.

Jess looked her up and down, smiling appreciatively. “I don’t know; it might be good for business.”

Dominique did cut an impressive figure, decked out in a black PVC minidress, low-cut with a full length zip, coupled with thigh-high stiletto-heeled latex stocking boots. Two or three inches of pale thigh could be seen, set off starkly by the dark hue of the boots and skirt.

Drawn as if by a magnet, Jess drifted towards the petite Asian, reaching out to run a finger over her breast, nodding approvingly at the squeak of the shiny material before thrusting her hand beneath the skirt that barely covered Dominique’s mons. There she was delighted to find bare, juicy flesh, completely innocent of underwear.

“Just as I thought,” Jess purred. Gazing into Dom’s warm brown eyes, she slipped her finger into the moist opening, then brought it to her mouth, sampling the flavour. Reaching up to cradle Dominique’s chin, Jess bent to kiss her – lightly at first, then with a mounting passion.

Sensing her lover standing nearby, Jess relinquished the kiss, letting Rachel take her place. The two women swapped tongues for a while, then Rachel broke away, turning back to Jess. While they kissed, the small Asian woman moved in to take the tip of Jessica’s nipple between her lips, barely needing to bend her head. Then Rachel leaned down to suck the other nipple in her mouth, and Jess moaned, trembling inside with the need for release.

The stolen kisses and furtive caresses she’d made do with during her mum’s visit had been enjoyable enough, but Jess desperately needed to get down and dirty with a lover; to fuck and be fucked. This day in London was exactly what the doctor ordered, and she intended to be utterly sated by the time they got home.

After lavishing attention on Jessica’s tits, Rachel and Dom kissed again… and this time, Jess joined her tongue to theirs.

A long moment later, Dominique broke away, her eyes flashing with lust. “Well, ladies, it seems we’re dispensing with the small talk, so let’s get this party started.” Dropping to her knees, she took the tip of the flesh-coloured dildo Jess was sporting into her mouth, then its entire length. Jess was shocked by how much of it disappeared down the woman’s throat.

As Dom lavished attention on the silicone cock, Jess turned to Rachel. “Why don’t you get our guest properly warmed up for us, lover?”

Getting down on all fours, Rachel reached beneath the PVC dress to finger her friend’s cunt. Once she was satisfied that Dominique was well lubricated enough, she brought her hand to her mouth, purring like a contented cat as she savoured the taste of pussy – always familiar, yet so enticingly different.

Jess reached down to touch Dom’s shoulder. “Shall we?” she murmured, gesturing toward the bed.

“Thought you’d never ask,” the Asian woman replied.

As Dominique stood, Jess took hold of the zip, tugging it down to expose the woman’s bare breasts, then her belly, then her impeccably shaved mons. Fuck – she’s a right stunner, Jess mused. Bet she’s got a fit arse, too.

With a gentle nudge, Jess pushed Dom back on the bed. As the petite lesbian lay back, gazing up at the imposing goddess towering over her, Jess went to her knees and parted Dom’s legs. She took a moment to admire the woman’s baby-smooth cunt, then bent to press her mouth into the hot, juicy labia.

It had been ages since Jess tasted a new lover’s pussy, and she was determined to enjoy it. Bringing her tongue into play, she licked from clitoris to anus as she dipped two fingers in and out of Dominique’s cunt, coaxing forth a steady flow of honey. In her peripheral vision she saw Rachel bend down to kiss her old friend, then drift downward to take a taut nipple between her lips.

Getting to her feet, Jessica mounted Dom, placing the tip of the strap-on against the opening to the sexy Asian’s vagina, then bent down to share a messy kiss with her. They swapped tongues for a long, lovely while, then Jess broke away, carefully easing the full nine inches of the dildo into her new lover.

“M-my, aren’t you eager!” Dom gasped as Jessica abruptly began to withdraw the silicone cock, then she moaned as it entered her again. Seated on the bed next to the coupling women, Rachel watched the glistening sex toy move in and out with each thrust of her partner’s hips. After a dozen or so strokes, she swung a leg over Dominique’s head, lowering her pussy to the brunette’s waiting mouth.

Jess made the tempo of the fucking harder; faster. Rachel leaned forward to engage her in a torrid kiss, humming her approval when Dom’s hot, sucking mouth got to work down below.

Maintaining a steady rhythm, Jessica varied the depth and angle of penetration until she sensed both her lovers approaching orgasm – then she increased the force of her thrusts, working her body like a piston until Dominique went off, screaming into Rachel’s cunt.

As Jess withdrew her cock, Rachel dismounted Dom’s face, then bent down to sample and savour the pussy nectar from her friend’s lips. With a happy sigh, Dominique responded, wrapping both arms round Rachel’s body as their kiss deepened.

Jess carefully stood, taking a moment to stretch her back and legs, the dildo still angling from her groin. The glistening toy caught Rachel’s eye, and she hastened to take it into her mouth..

Once she’d cleaned it of Dominique’s essence, Rachel grinned at the others. “Christ almighty, I do love the taste of pussy.”

By then, Dom had raised herself up on both elbows. “My goodness… Now, that was a very impressive welcome. Time for me to return the favour, I’d say.”

“Well, you and I have had ours,” Rachel murmured. “On the other hand, Jess is probably panting for it by now.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a good hard shag,” said Jessica. Unbuckling the harness, she handed the strap-on apparatus to Rachel.

“Oh, I’ve got something a little different in mind. Dom, love, I think we should give Jess her first taste of DP action.”

“Just the job!” Dom said, sitting up. “Count me in.”

Jessica’s brow furrowed. “Um… DP?”

“Double penetration,” Rachel answered, placing a hand on her lover’s shoulder. “Basically, we fuck you in your cunt and arse at the same time. We touched on that back at Dom’s shop. Think you’re up for it now?”

Glancing from one woman to the other, Jess was at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, she shrugged. “Why not? Let’s do this.”

“You won’t be sorry, love.” Rachel turned to her friend. “Which side of Jess do you want, Dom – her front, or her back?”

“I’ll take the front,” Dominique replied. “I like kissing my lovers when I fuck them.”

Rachel handed her the strap-on Jess had just removed. “In that case, you’d better use this one. It’s too big for back door action.”

Dom pointed to her bag. “Take a look in there. You’ll find just what you need.”

Opening the leather satchel, Rachel rooted around for a moment, then produced another set of straps, this one accompanied by a smaller cock – about six inches. She stepped into the harness and deftly fastened it about her waist as Dom did the same.

They stood before a wide-eyed Jess, who shook her head. “Bloody hell, the things I do for love…”

Rachel snickered. “Believe me, this is the kind of love you’ll feel right down to your fucking toes.” Turning to Dominique, she gestured toward the bed, “Your move, I think.”

Dom climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her back again, the dildo arching up from her pelvis like a flesh-coloured rocket, all but inviting Jess to mount it. She moved to straddle the smaller woman, placed the bulbous head at her opening, then slowly lowered herself, the silicone cock sliding into her with a juicy squishing sound.

“Oh, yes,” Jessica moaned, a shiver twitching through her limbs. She peered up at Rachel. “Okay, I’m – I’m ready now. G-give it to me, lover.”

“Serving it up, nice and hot,” Rachel murmured. The difference in height made it tricky, but then Jess finally bent to kiss Dom as Rachel eased the black, veined dildo into her partner’s arse. The two women quickly fell into a mutual rhythm and pace, and were soon pounding Jess relentlessly.

It felt incredible, Jess decided. There was a certain amount of pain, but the sheer ecstasy of taking it in both holes at once made up for it and then some. She fought against coming, wanting to ride this out as long and far as possible, but the rising storm soon grew too powerful to withstand.

“Oh, God… OH GOD!” she howled, her body gone bone-rigid for an instant, then it shook violently as she went off in the mother of all orgasms. Her voice rose to a squeal, then she collapsed atop Dominique, lost to the world.

Somewhere through the static clouding her brain, Jess heard Rachel’s voice. “Fuck me… I think we broke her!”

“I bloody well hope not,” Dom said, pausing to nuzzle Jessica’s neck. “The evening’s still young, and I plan to keep this pussy party going until the wee hours.”

Jessica’s eyes popped open. “Well, I won’t be the one to put a stop to the festivities,” she declared, rolling off Dom’s body and onto her back. Languidly stretching her limbs, she added, “Who’s for it next?”

In truth, she was fairly knackered after that incredible two-way shag, but Jess was determined to keep up with her companions, to wring every possible ounce of pleasure out of this overnight getaway. “C’mere, you two,” she purred, extending her arms. They met in a three-way kiss, allowing it to linger.

Dom eventually pulled away, shrugging out of her half-removed dress. “Best get out of those new things, ladies. Don’t want them getting ripped when things get really wild.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “As opposed to the innocent games we’ve been indulging in thus far,” she said, but did as her friend suggested, slipping out of her basque.

Kicking off her high heels, pausing for a moment to rub her feet, Jess said, “Don’t forget, Dominique… you were going to tell me all Rachel’s naughty secrets. I suspect her past is much wilder than she led me to believe.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off before I could get in your knickers, love,” Rachel protested, but with a smile.

Now nude, Dom stretched out on the bed, placing both hands behind her head. “I first met Rachel in a dyke bar in Soho,” she began. “The Pink Pocket, to be specific. I was looking to get fucked, and she was in town for… what was it, Rach? A restaurateurs convention?”

“Oh, something like that,” Rachel replied with a shrug. “I checked into the hotel, but didn’t attend any of those wretched seminars. I only came to visit The Pocket. I’d heard it was the hottest lesbian hangout in London… and that’s when I was getting into women in a big way.”

Dom laughed. “That’s our Rachel… nothing in moderation! Anyhow, I introduced myself, then we went back to her hotel and fucked like minks. She and I have been mates ever since.” Casually placing a hand on her vulva, she continued. “And after that? Hmmm, let me see…”

She went on to describe their clandestine meetings, the sex parties they’d both attended, a foursome they had enjoyed with two butch bikers (“I could barely sit down for a week afterward!” Rachel confessed), even a sex toy demonstration where Dominique had volunteered to be tied up and fucked before an audience of enthusiastic housewives, Rachel very much included.

In the midst of this, Rachel’s husband Brian had come to the conclusion that his preference for men was too strong for him to remain married. “I couldn’t even tempt him into a threesome with another bloke,” she sighed. “Well, at least he wasn’t a complete shit like your ex, Jess. I still dream of giving him a swift kick in the bollocks.”

“So what about you, Jess?” Dominique asked. “Any juicy secrets of your own?”

“Oh, Jessica was a model of suburban perfection,” said Rachel, affecting a posh air.

“Until you came along, that is.” Turning to Dom, Jess said, “She corrupted me with pornography when I was vulnerable… then when she stuffed her tongue in my mouth, I was done for. Another victim of the gay agenda, that was me!”

“You wanted it, you slag. It takes two to tango, after all.”

Dom sat up. “The tango, is it? Don’t know about you lot, but I’ve got a far more wicked dance in mind.” She lunged out for Rachel, forcing her down to the bed. “I haven’t tasted your cunt in ages.”

Rachel spread her legs wide apart. “See if it’s as good as you remember.”

Jess was content to watch at first, gently masturbating as she watched Dominique go down on her lover. Then Rachel urged Dom to swivel round into a sixty-nine, and the view of the petite Asian’s arse proved too much for Jess to resist. Climbing onto the bed, Jess spread Dom’s buttocks and began to lick her anus.

It was thirsty work, though, so she paused after a moment. “I think this calls for champagne,” she said, almost to herself. Without waiting for a response, she rose to check the drinks menu, then dialled room service from the bedside phone.

She returned to the bed, where they swapped around to form a daisy chain – Dominique got her first taste of Jessica, while Jess ate Rachel, who was licking Dom.

A few minutes later, there was a knock. Jess slid off the bed, padding toward the door. “That must be room service.” Peeking through the spy hole, she turned back to the others. “It’s a girl… a cute one!”

“Are you two thinking what I’m thinking?” Rachel murmured.

“Oooh, I like, I like,” cooed Dominique.

Jess grasped the doorknob. “Carry on, you two – let’s give her a real show!”

Dom and Rachel hastily got back into their sixty-nine as Jess opened the door. Poking her head round the gap, Jess saw a young girl with pixie-cut blonde hair, perhaps in her late teens, dressed in a black and white maid’s uniform. The girl bore a tray that held a bottle in an ice bucket and three champagne flutes.

Gesturing the girl inside, Jess pointed to the dressing table. “Can you put it over there, please?”

The girl passed Jess without looking and walked straight to the dresser, but the ice bucket nearly slid off the tray as she saw the sex toys on the table. She managed to set the tray down, then gasped when she looked into the mirror, startled by the sight of Rachel and Dominique making love. She spun round, only to find a naked Jess right behind.

The flustered maid was glancing from Jess to the lovers on bed, finally staring at the floor. Her cheeks flushed a vivid pink as she stammered, “Sorry, I didn’t… I mean, um …”

Dominique twisted her head round to wink at the girl, and Rachel stopped eating Dom’s cunt long enough to exclaim, “Don’t mind us!” then returned to licking.

Gesturing to get the maid’s attention, Jess murmured, “Would you mind opening the bottle, please?”

Somehow, the young girl’s cheeks reddened even more. “Erm, yes. Of course.”

She turned back to the dresser, but her eyes kept flicking back to the mirror as she lifted the bottle from the ice, wrapped a large white napkin round it and fumbled with the foil and wire muselet, then struggled with the cork. As it pulled free with a loud pop, noises of impending climax came from the bed.

The champagne began to erupt, splashing the girl’s sleeve and the dresser before she managed to stop the flow with the napkin. Taking a deep breath, she carefully poured some into a glass. “S-sorry about the mess,” she whispered.

Jess smiled kindly. “That’s okay, sweetie… we won’t tell anyone.”

The girl filled the other two flutes, then placed the bottle back into the bucket. She stole a glance at the bed, just in time to see the two lovers separating, then lying back, legs akimbo to expose their juicy cunts.

Jess reached out to gently touch the maid’s arm. “Thank you, love. I hear a trace of an accent, don’t I? May I ask where you’re from?”

“Slovenia, Madam.”

“You’re very pretty, you know. I bet you have lots of boys asking you out.”

“N-not really, Madam.”

“Or maybe girls?”

The maid clearly didn’t know where to direct her eyes – at the women on the bed, the beautiful tall redhead standing naked only inches away, or her own feet. “No, Madam. I mean… I do not have so much time to go on dates. Here, we must work many hours.”

“Mmm, that’s a shame. A lovely young girl like you should be having fun.” In her most sultry voice, she added, “Like we are.”

“Taking one last sideways glance at the bed, the maid began to edge toward the door. “Um, I must…”

Jess raised her hand. “Hold on… I’ll get you your tip.”

“Oh… there is no need, Madam.”

“Nonsense! I insist. Just let me get my purse…”

As Jess picked up her bag from the chair where she’d left it, she made a point of bending low, giving the girl an especially lewd view of her bum. In the meantime, Rachel and Dominique got out of bed, padding over to the dresser to get their champagne. The girl seemed more nervous than ever, trying to find something to focus on that wasn’t bare skin.

Jess returned to the maid’s side with her purse, from which she took a £20 note. “Here you are… what’s your name?”

“Valentina, Madam.”

“That’s lovely… it suits you. Well, here you are, Valentina.”

A faint smile broke across the girl’s face as her eyes slightly widened, surprised by this woman’s generosity. “Thank you, madam. Thank you.”

Dominique sidled near her. “You know… we could give you more than a tip. Much more.” She ran a finger along one of the dildos. “We could show you a night you’d never forget.”

The girl reddened. ‘I… I d-don’t…”

“Now, now, Dominique. Don’t frighten her.” Jess turned back to Valentina. “I apologise for my friend. That said… if you’re interested, we could give you a taste of the fun you’ve been missing. What time do you finish?”

Valentina hesitated, then whispered, “In half of an hour.”

“Well, then… once you’ve clocked out, why don’t you join us?”

“I – I don’t know. I have to get home. My flatmate, she is expecting me.”

“You could tell her you had a customer service emergency. I think you liked watching my friends, and I suspect you’re more than a little curious. You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?”

“No,” Valentina replied, looking away.

“Well, this is a golden opportunity for you to try it. It’s an experience every woman should have at least once – and I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself.” Jess lightly touched a fingertip under the girl’s chin. “Won’t you think about it, at least…?”

Valentina, still visibly nervous, answered, “I d-don’t know. Maybe. Uh, I must get back to work now.” Hastening to the door, she opened it and slipped out into the hallway, taking one last over her shoulder before vanishing.

Before Jess closed the door, she watched as the maid hurried down the corridor. Turning to the others, she said, “Do you think she’ll be back?”

“Oh, my God… we are soooo awful!” Rachel exclaimed, pressing both hands to her head. “Especially you, Jessica Matthews!”

“Listen, compared to your sordid past, I’m only making up for lost time.” Falling back onto the bed, Jess put her sex on full display. “After that, I’m ready for another round. Who’ll do the honours?”

Taking their glasses and the bottle, Rachel and Dom moved back to the bed. There, they teamed up to have their way with Jess, orally servicing her cunt and arse until she shivered in ecstasy, muffing her screams with a snatched-up pillow.

A brief rest later, the three women engaged in a general free-for-all, making liberal use of the sex toys from Dominique’s store – including a few others Dom had packed along in her satchel.

As they lay side by side, Jess picked up her watch from the bedside table. Forty-five minutes had passed since the maid’s departure.

“Hmmm… no Valentina,” she said. “We must have scared her off.”

“A pity,” Dom said. “Still, there’s plenty of fun we can have. But first, I’ve got to spend a penny.” Getting to her feet, she made her way to the bathroom.

Jess turned to Rachel. “I’m so glad we did this, Rach. What we have at home is beautiful… but it’s been much too long since you and I have had time for us.” She smiled. “Which isn’t to say that we won’t be shagging the arses off our girls at the first opportunity.”

“I love you, Jess,” Rachel whispered.

“And I love you.” Drifting into an embrace, they kissed – starting slowly and sensually, soon building into a lusty fervour.

When they heard a light tap on the door, Rachel and Jess broke apart, looking at the door, then each other, too surprised to move. A heartbeat later, Dom emerged from the bathroom, halting in mid-step when she saw their faces. “What?” she said.

“A knock!” Rachel hissed. “Answer it, answer it!”

Dom hurried to the door, opening it just in time to see Valentina turning away. “Please, do come in!” she quickly said. “We were beginning to think you wouldn’t come back.”

The girl had changed out of her uniform, but she looked exquisite in a short denim skirt and vest-top with a light jacket, and a pair of tan flats. She stood stock-still for a moment, perhaps weighing her options. Opening the door a bit wider, Dom gestured to her to enter.

Valentina slowly stepped across the threshold, first taking a quick glance in either direction of the corridor. As she advanced into the room, Dominique gently closed the door behind her. Valentina flinched ever so slightly, as if her avenue of escape had been cut off.

Looking up, Valentina spoke. “I… I was soon to go home to my flat, but…” She fell silent.

This won’t do, Jess told herself. We’ve got to put this girl at ease.

Luckily, Dominique knew what to say. Placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, she spoke in a soothing tone. “Don’t worry, love – we understand. You want to see what it’s like to be with a woman, perhaps even try it for yourself… but you’re feeling a bit shy, aren’t you?” Valentina gave a quick nod. “There’s nothing at all wrong with that. In fact, I think it’s very sweet.” Reaching out, Dom took the young Slovenian’s hand. “So… can I take your jacket? And everything else you’re wearing?”

Valentina gaped at Dominique for a moment… then she laughed, her tension easing slightly.

Placing a hand on the girl’s back, Dom urged her further into the room. “My name is Dominique, Dom for short. As for my friends… the brunette with those incredible tits is my old friend Rachel, and the gorgeous redhead is her lover Jessica. I only met Jess today, but we’ve been getting to know one another.”

“I am happy to meet all of you,” Valentina began. “It is true, I have never done sex with a woman. But I am… curious, as you say.” She gave a small shrug. “Maybe to love women is right for me.”

“Here, allow me…” Dom took the girl’s bag, then helped her out of the jacket. “Well, Valentina, this much I promise: whether or not you’re meant to be with women, you’ll know the answer before you leave.” With a smile she added, “Me, I think that answer will be ‘yes’. My friends and I are very good teachers.”

She picked up a glass, filled it with the last of the champagne and passed it to the girl. “Here, drink this. I think you could use it.” Hesitantly taking the flute, Valentina downed the contents in a gulp.

Dominique turned to Jess and Rachel, still nestled together on the bed, “Ladies, why don’t you show our new friend what you were doing before she knocked.”

The two lovers returned to sharing heated kisses, fondling each other everywhere they could reach. Soon Jess had a hand between Rachel’s thighs, working two fingers in and out of her partner’s cunt. Rachel was spreading her legs apart, displaying everything for their guest.

Valentina was standing motionless with the empty glass in her left hand, mesmerised. Her cheeks were flushed pink again – though at this point, she seemed more aroused than embarrassed.

Dom sidled up to the girl. Plucking the glass from her hand and setting it on the table, she slipped an arm round Valentina’s waist. “Have you ever kissed another girl, at least?”

Valentina shook her head. “Not that way,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze from Rachel and Jess as they made love.

“But you are here now., That’s because you’ve thought about it. You’re wondering what it’s like to kiss soft lips, to feel them caress your body. You want to stroke a woman’s skin, to feel the heat between her legs. You want to taste a woman… and have her taste you.”

Valentina turned to Dom, biting her lower lip. The girl’s steel-blue eyes portrayed confusion, longing, excitement. “Yes,” she said, her voice soft as a prayer. “Yes… I want to.” Her eyes slowly drifted shut.

Dominique allowed her hand to drift down Valentina’s back until she was stroking the young Slovenian’s bum. Meeting no resistance, Dom reached up to place her other hand on the front of the girl’s vest, pleased to realise she’d removed a bra. She fondled Valentina’s breast, then trailed the other hand upward to cup the girl’s chin, finally drawing her in for a kiss.

It was feather-light at first, and their mouths barely touched. Then Dominique made the kiss more insistent, the tip of her tongue darting between the dazed teen’s lips. Valentina froze for an instant, then began to respond, her own tongue timidly coming to life.

As Valentina slowly succumbed to this more insistent kiss, Dom found the zip on the back of the girl’s skirt and carefully started to lower it, half-expecting a hint of resistance. There was none – instead, she felt Valentina’s arms twine round her bare back. Emboldened, Dominique reached for the strap of the maid’s vest and pushed it off her shoulder, then tugged the thin cotton material down to expose Valentina’s breasts. Abruptly breaking the kiss, Dom dipped her head to take a hardened nipple between her lips.

When a violent shiver passed through the teen’s frame, Dom gave the zip one final tug, and the skirt slid down to ring Valentina’s ankles. As if on automatic pilot, the girl stepped out of the skirt, then the flats, leaving her in the vest and a pair of skimpy blue knickers.

Dominique slipped a hand beneath the vest, then gently scraped a red lacquered fingernail down Valentina’s torso until she was touching the front of her panties. A low moan escaped Valentina’s lips as Dom’s finger brushed against the material, then pressed it into the cleft of her vagina.

Jess and Rachel paused in their lovemaking to watch, fondling one another as Dominique casually seduced their guest. “She’s beautiful,” Jess whispered. “Mmm, those legs. Wouldn’t you like to have them wrapped round your head?”

Before Rachel could reply, Valentina’s eyes drifted open, widening when she saw the two lovers studying her. The girl paled slightly, as if realising for the first time what she’d let herself in for, but then she gave Jess and Rachel a timid smile… and a brief nod.

That was enough for Jessica. Rising to her feet, she approached Valentina, Rachel close behind, the teen glancing from one to the other as they flanked her on either side. Rachel and Dom took hold of the vest and tugged it over her head, then Dom draped it over the back of a nearby chair before returning to the girl’s breasts. She extended her tongue to flick a taut nipple… and this time, Valentina reached out to cradle the petite Asian’s head to her chest. Her eyes met those of Rachel, who drew the girl in for a kiss that quickly grew heated.

Jess knelt before the nearly-naked Valentina, bent on stripping her off completely. Taking hold of the waistband, she slowly tugged the teen’s panties down to her feet, then helped remove them completely, gazing hungrily at Valentina’s cunt. Her bush was thick and full, not quite concealing pink labia, and the scent was thick, rich and intoxicating.

As if hypnotised, Jessica moved in to nuzzle the girl’s belly, pausing to playfully tease her belly button with a flick of the tongue, then trailed a long lick downward to her vaginal cleft. She opened Valentina’s slit with two fingers, then buried her mouth in the juicy flesh.

“Ohhh!” Valentina cried. “Oh, yes…”

Jess thrust her tongue into the girl’s opening, rolled it around a few times, then stood to be confronted by a very dazed young maid. Rachel was nibbling Valentina’s neck, so it was time for Jess to claim a kiss, giving the teen a taste of her own pussy. Valentina responded eagerly, licking her essence from her new friend’s lips.

When Jess broke away, she glanced at her friends inquisitively, grinning when she saw agreement in their eyes. As one, they gently guided Valentina onto the bed, urging her to lie back. She lay looking up at the three women as they carefully sat; one on each side, one between her open legs.

Jess bent slightly to whisper, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

The girl seemed slightly overwhelmed, but gave a hesitant nod. “I… think so. Yes, I am.”

Lightly touching Valentina’s face, Jess bent to kiss her as Rachel lavished attention on the girl’s breasts. As for Dominique, she nestled between the teen’s legs, moving in to lick.

At the first touch of Dom’s skilled tongue, Valentina stiffened, then began to rock her body forward and back. She was already so worked up that her orgasm came down like a thunderstorm before two minutes had passed. But Dom kept right on licking the girl, so Jess and Rachel continued to pleasure her as well. And when Rachel slipped a hand between Valentina’s legs to tweak her clitoris, she cried out in a second climax, one so strong that for an instant, Jess wondered if the teen was having a seizure.

Valentina’s body was bowed, her jaw clenched, breath hissing through gritted teeth… then with a long, blissful sigh, she relaxed, sinking into the dampened sheets. After a long moment, she opened her eyes, looking up to see the smiling faces of her three lovers.

Rachel stroked the girl’s cheek. “My goodness… I’d say you were saving that one up!”

Gasping for breath, Valentina managed to say. “What – what did you do to me? That was… I have never felt something like that.”

The women exchanged amused glances. “Have you ever been with a boy?” Dominique asked.

“I… I had only two boyfriends back home, and I have b-been once with a man since I first come to England, but they were, how do you say it – quick, and did not make me… finish. The English man, he, er, used his mouth on me. It was good, but nothing like this.”

Jess bent to kiss the tip of Valentina’s nose. “Well, my little Slovenian princess, that was only a taste of what women can do with other women. We aren’t done with you yet!”

The girl furrowed her brow. “There is more? Um, I don’t know if I can do more.”

“Believe me, you can,” Dom purred. “Just wait. We’ll have you panting for it!”

A tiny smile. “Well, if you are sure…”

Following Dominique’s lead, Jess and Rachel began to caress Valentina everywhere, their fingers feather-light on her bare skin. Then they brought their mouths into play, adorning her with tender kisses on her arms, legs, feet, tummy, shoulders, hands.

By the time the three women took their foreplay to the next level – nibbling her ears, sucking her fingers, fondling her pert bum – Valentina was squirming restlessly, her cunt dripping with need. Still, they kept teasing the girl, fuelling her arousal to fever pitch.

“Please,” she finally whispered.

“Please?” Dom queried, pretending confusion. “What do you mean?”

“M-make me finish!” Valentina exclaimed. “I… I am panting for it, like you say.”

They set to work, each feasting on their guest’s cunt in turn, soon bringing her to another roaring climax. She actually blacked out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness in a blissful daze.

By the time Valentina caught her breath, she was in a giddy, glorious mood. Dominique asked her, “So, my sweet, are you ready to show us what you’ve learned…?”

“Yes!” Valentina quickly replied, shaking the bed as she bounced with excitement. “Yes, I will. I want to!”

Jess was first. She sat back against the stacked pillows, watching Valentina kneel between her legs.

“I never saw a woman so close,” the teen murmured, stroking Jessica’s cunt with the tips of her fingers. Looking up, she added, “You are beautiful, Jess,” and placed a shy kiss on the shaved slit. She paused to sample the flavour, then parted her lips, moving in for a proper taste.

Valentina’s first attempt at oral showed more intuition than skill, but her eagerness to please was more than enough to have Jess mewling with delight. Another convert to the cause, she told herself.

Dominique knelt behind the young immigrant, parting her buttocks, then licking between them. Valentina gave a hum of approval, but didn’t pause in her licking. Her juices were flowing freely, and Dom used them to moisten a finger before easing it into the girl’s rectum. A muffled cry burst from Valentina’s lips, and she raised her head to gulp down a deep breath before getting back to work.

Rachel was kissing Jess with every ounce of passion she had, pulling away at one point to whisper, “You beautiful bitch… my God, I fucking adore you,” before claiming her lover’s mouth again.

Seconds later, Valentina took Jessica’s swollen clit between her lips – that, coupled with Rachel’s words,  was enough to set Jess off like a firebomb. She bucked and thrashed about as her orgasm built to its apex, then went slack as it slowly waned, giving herself up to its blissful aftermath. She reached down to pat Valentina’s shoulder.

The teen responded by climbing on top of Jess to join her and Rachel in a torrid three-way kiss, swapping the tangy flavour of cunt between them. Drawing back, she shyly asked, “Was that… good?”

Breaking into a grin, Jess wrapped both arms around Valentina, hugging her close. “You were wonderful, love. Are you sure you’ve never gone down on a woman before?”

“No, never,” the maid replied, her face glowing with pride. “But I will again, this is for sure. I loved it!” She smiled at Rachel. “I want to – to do things with you now, give you those feelings.” Twisting around, she met the eyes of Dominique, whose finger was still buried in Valentina’s arse. “I will fuck you, too. All of you!” she declared, then broke into gleeful laughter.

“Oh, I think we can oblige,” Rachel purred, leaning back against the headboard. “Me, I’d like to see you shag Dom with the longest, thickest prick she’s got in that magic bag of hers.”

“I have just the thing,” Dominique murmured. Carefully extracting her finger from Valentina’s anus, she padded over to her bag and rummaged inside. “We’ve got a new line of strap-ons, named after Shakespeare plays. They come in three sizes. The eight-incher is called As You Like It, the ten-inch is The Merry Wives of Windsor, and then there’s this…” She produced a massive silicone cock that had to be at least twelve inches long. “The Taming of the Shrew..”

“Let me guess,” Rachel said. “The two-incher is “Much Ado About Nothing.”

“I passed on that one,” Dom replied. Turning to Valentina, she proffered the toy. “How about it, Val? Care to fuck me with this?”

Sitting up, Valentina hesitantly reached out to take the strap-on, which she cradled in both hands. “Yes,” she said, getting to her feet. “You will show me how, and I will fuck you.”

“That’s the spirit!” Dom said. “Here, I’ll help. It’s always tricky, the first time.” She fastened the harness around Valentina’s waist.

“It is so big, though! You are sure it is not too much?”

“Perfectly sure.” Dominique fiddled with the straps until the black phallus was in place, jutting proudly.

“Ha! Look at me,” the teen announced. “I have a willy!” She thrust her hips, making the toy dance.

“Bravo!” Rachel cried, breaking into applause.

“Goodness me,” said an awed Jess. “So, Dom… you really can take all of that? It’s practically bigger than you!”

“Just watch me,” said Dominique. Getting down on her knees, she sucked the cock into her mouth, then licked it up and down before guiding Valentina back to the bed. Jess and Rachel vacated their places to make room. They seated themselves together in an overstuffed chair, Rachel nestling into Jessica’s lap.

Dom climbed onto the bed, presenting her cunt and arse to Valentina. “I’m ready,” she said. “Do me as hard as you like. No matter how rough you get, take it from me – I’ve had it rougher.”

“Okay.” Valentina positioned herself behind the petite Asian, the massive prick in one hand – but she seemed to be distracted by the explicit view she had of Dominique’s sex. Drawing closer, she inhaled, breathing in the scent – then suddenly buried her mouth in the woman’s pussy, her tongue darting forth to lick.

“Ohhh!” Dom gasped, caught by surprise. “God, that’s…” Her voice trailed off into a low moan.

Bobbing up, Valentina rested a hand on Dominique’s hip. “I wanted to – to taste you. Before we fuck.”

A happy sigh. “No complaints, love…”

The teen was biting her lower lip, eyes narrowed in concentration as she lined the bulbous cock head against the opening of Dom’s vagina.

“Yessss…!” Dom hissed. “Go into me.” A loud, lusty cry broke from her as Valentina did just that, entering the older woman with one smooth stroke.

Valentina began to pump her hips – slowly at first, then quickly accelerating. Before a minute had passed, Dom was moving in time with the teen’s strokes, panting, “Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesYES!” Their bodies shifted into frantic motion as the force and tempo of Valentina’s thrusts grew increasingly frenzied.

“Bloody hell,” Rachel muttered. “This girl’s a natural.”

“Too true,” said Jess, idly cupping her lover’s breasts. “I’ve got a feeling her days with men are done.”

By then, Dominique was clawing at the sheets, reduced to animal noises. Her petite frame jerked each time Valentina drove that enormous cock into her, making hard slapping noises when her belly met Dom’s buttocks. Soon those cries mounted into screams as Dom went off in a convulsive orgasm, trailing off as she toppled over onto her side.

Rachel pushed herself up from Jessica’s lap and padded over to the bed, working two fingers into her cunt. She withdrew them, then offered her hand to Valentina. “Here… have a taste.”

The girl licked at Rachel’s wet fingers, then sucked them clean, humming with pleasure. “You taste good, I think,” she finally said, “but I will need a better taste to know for sure.”

“Oooohh… I like you, Valentina,” Rachel cooed. Twining her arms round the teen, Rachel captured her mouth in a deep tongue kiss.

Meanwhile, Jess had crept onto the bed, eying the glistening cock still fastened round Valentina’s waist. “Speaking of tasting…” she murmured, then took the toy into her mouth.

Slowly rolling onto her back, Dominique stretched her limbs, then sat up. “Ahh. Ready for more, are we?” She embraced Rachel from behind, moving in to nibble her friend’s neck.

After another hour of intense sex play, the four women snuggled together on the bed, completely sated and resting from their labours.

Jess leaned over to kiss Valentina’s cheek. “Well, I hope you had fun, love. We certainly did!”

The girl slowly nodded, deep in thought. “It was very incredible, yes. No man ever made me feel anything like this. But I am now confused. Does this mean I am a lesbian?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. Me, I’ve only been gay for a few months. All I know is that I’ll never go back to being with a man again.”

Rachel kissed Valentina’s other cheek. “And when Jess and I come back to London for another shopping trip, we’ll let you know. Maybe next time, you can bring a friend.”

“Perhaps my roommate,” Valentina said. “She is not happy with her man, I know that.” She smiled. “You would like Mika. She is very beautiful. I think, maybe, I want to make love with her myself.” Glancing at the clock, she said, “Thank you all for giving me such a good time… but I must go now to catch my train home.”

Dom sat up. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yes, in the afternoon.”

“Well, we can’t have you travelling alone this late. I live nearby, so you’re coming home with me.” As the girl considered her offer, Dominique added, “Really, I insist. Anyway, I’m not quite done with you yet. I think we have time for some more fun. Come, now; my friends have to get some sleep – they’re catching the train home first thing tomorrow.”

“All right,” Valentina said. Getting up, she began to dress, her eyes widening as she took in the sexy ensemble Dominique was slipping into.

“You like? I have many things like this at home,” Dom said. “You can try some of them on.”

Once Valentina and Dominique were finished dressing, they turned to their nude friends. Hugs, kisses and words of affection were shared round, along with promises to get together again.

“We should leave by the kitchen door,” Valentina said. “I would not want to be seen by my boss. He would have questions. Why I am here after my shift, why am I not wearing my uniform…”

“Lead on, then, love,” Dominique replied. They left arm in arm, waving goodbye. The door snicked shut.

“Should we turn in, then?” asked Rachel. “Or do you need to unwind first?”

Jessica scoffed. “If I unwind any more, I’ll fall apart completely.” Shambling into the bathroom to get out her toothbrush, she added, “By the way, you should know that I’ve lost all feeling in my vagina.”

“The wages of sin, my love,” Rachel said, joining Jess before the mirror. “Or perhaps it’s God’s way of saying you’ve enjoyed yourself too much.” She began to wash her face with a striped flannel.

“Ha bloody ha,” Jess replied through a mouthful of toothpaste.

They finished their ablutions in silence, then returned to the bed, straightening the covers before slipping beneath them.

Turning to face Jessica, Rachel wrapped both arms around her lover. “I told you we’d have fun.”

“So we did,” Jess agreed. “It won’t be easy, will it? Going back to the drab, mundane world of sex with our daughters.”

“Oh, we’ll soldier on somehow,” Rachel sighed, unable to restrain a grin.

Jess switched off the bedside lamp, and they shared a lingering kiss before settling down for the night.

Currently in progress: Chapter Forty-One!

A summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the previous chapters, please see Stranger in the Family Chapter Links)

Disaster befalls the Luna family of four when lightning strikes Walt, the father, and Kelly, the oldest child at eleven. Walt is killed outright, while Kelly is left in a coma that lasts for weeks. She finally emerges, to the overwhelming joy of her mother Linda and nine-year-old sister Gabby – but with no memory of her family or her life, and an altogether different personality. Kelly now speaks fluent Spanish, no longer eats meat and, most crucially, has a serious attraction to women and girls, despite never having had sex of any kind.

At first, Kelly openly flirts with every female in her presence – including her mother, her little sister, her Aunt Jan, and the neighbors: divorced mother Cheryl (Linda’s best friend) and her daughters – sixteen-year-old Ali, and nine-year-old Pam (Gabby’s best friend). But soon Kelly realizes that this direct approach is more apt to make others uncomfortable than entice them into bed, so she tones it down.

However, two members of Kelly’s family are fascinated by the eleven-year-old’s sexual vibe. The first is Gabby, who has already been playing masturbation games with her friend Pam, so Kelly is easily able to begin the seduction of her younger sister. The second is Aunt Jan, who is openly gay but secretly into underage girls, with a hidden library of illegal DVDs to prove it. And while Kelly’s mother Linda is thus far immune to her daughter’s sexual charms, she is thinking quite a lot about lesbian sex after the death of her husband. Linda and her sister Jan were lovers back in their teen years… and Jan is hinting she’d like to pick things up where they left off.

Around this time, one night while her mother and little sister are asleep, Kelly slips out of bed and quietly makes her way to Cheryl’s home. There, she ends up in a sizzling threesome with Cheryl and her daughter Ali who, as it happens, are already lovers.

The next day, Kelly offers Cheryl an opportunity to spy through an outside window as she performs oral on Gabby and Pam. Cheryl very much wants to bring her younger daughter into the sexual relationship she has with Ali, so she jumps at the chance. Needless to say, Kelly and the girls have a wonderful time, and Cheryl sees the whole thing without being noticed. 

The next day, Linda takes Kelly and Gabby to stay with their Aunt Jan for the weekend, so she can spend that time at a spa.  While she’s there, Linda confesses to her sister Jan that she’s been thinking about the two of them becoming lovers again.

Once Linda leaves, Kelly commences her own seduction of Jan. Her aunt resists, but Kelly is determined to get what she wants… and that night, she does.

The next morning, Kelly makes love to Gabby on the dining table, putting on a show for Aunt Jan who, unbeknownst to Gabby, is watching from the hallway. After Gabby comes, she offers to lick her big sister’s pussy for the first time, and Kelly is quick to accept.

That evening, Kelly, Gabby and Jan all come together in a threesome for the first time… but probably not the last!

The next day, Linda picks her daughters up for the drive back home. By then, she feels certain her daughters are having sex with each other, and is perplexed to find herself aroused by the thought of it.

Later, she pays a visit to Gabby in her room, intent on having a chat with her youngest daughter about sex. Deciding to be honest with her mom, Gabby tells Linda everything she and Kelly have been up to, including their weekend with Aunt Jan. Linda is so turned on by Gabby’s revelations that she impulsively offers to touch her nine-year-old until she comes. Gabby is quick to accept. Afterward, Linda promises that they can make love again… and Kelly can join them. She asks Gabby to keep what they’ve just done a secret for the moment.

The next day, Linda takes both her daughters to the town’s Fourth of July celebration, as does Cheryl. There, Pam invites Gabby to a sleepover, where they’ll be hanging out with her big sister Ali. Pam goes on to share a surprise with Gabby: she and Ali had sex the night before, and they both want to let Gabby in on the action. Gabby asks if Kelly can come, too. Of course, Pam loves than idea.

However, the fireworks display frightens Kelly so badly that Linda is obliged to take her home. She has to pass on the sleepover, but Ali, Pam and Gabby are determined to have fun anyway.

What the younger girls don’t know is that Ali has come up with a scheme to find out if either of them is interested in sex with her mother. At an agreed-upon time that evening, Cheryl undresses and lies on her bed masturbating with the bedroom door slightly ajar, then Ali leads Pam and Gabby to that open door, intent on doing a little spying. They watch for a bit, then return to Ali’s room to have fun.

Gabby watches as Pam and Ali begin to make love, then gets an idea. She slips out of the room while the other two aren’t looking and makes her way to Cheryl’s room, where she invites Ali and Pam’s mother to join the ongoing sex party. Of course, Cheryl is delighted to oblige, and follows Gabby back to Ali’s room, where she makes love to Pam and Gabby for the first time.

Meanwhile, Kelly wakes in Linda’s bed the morning after her panic attack. Mother and daughter converse, and each admits wanting to make love to the other. So they do just that. As they lie together afterwards, Gabby comes home from the sleepover. She immediately undresses and joins her mother and big sister.

That afternoon, Aunt Jan comes by to pick up Kelly and Gabby for a night at her place. The girls want their mother to come so they can all four have sex, but Linda isn’t quite ready. She wants to have a long discussion with her sister about the two of them becoming intimate again, and it still working out what to say.

Kelly and and Gabby return to Aunt Jan’s home, and things immediately get hot between the three of them.

…and that brings us to this chapter. Please enjoy.

by Purple Les & JetBoy

Linda was taking the opportunity to get some housework done while her daughters were off visiting their Aunt Jan. It was quieter than usual without the girls around, and she did miss the hubbub, but there was plenty to keep her busy.

Once the laundry was done, she took a long, hot bath. It was lovely, letting her body relax completely in the steaming water. Sex with my girls in the morning, doing what needs doing in the afternoon. It’s been a full day. A good day.

Finally emerging from the tub, her skin a freshly scrubbed pink, Linda slipped into a terry cloth bathrobe and wandered down to the kitchen where she prepared herself a light meal of salad and iced tea.

She couldn’t stop thinking about her daughters, wondering what they were up to with Jan. She pictured her sister up on all fours, getting serviced by Kelly and Gabby at the same time, and shook her head in awe. I’ve had lesbian sex with my own children, she told herself. Not for the last time, either. Hopefully, it won’t be long before my sister and I can be lovers again. God, how I’ve missed what the two of us used to have!

Linda felt a strong urge to masturbate, but decided to wait until she was tucked up in bed.

Something occurred to her as she put her salad bowl and cutlery in the sink. I’d better get that DVD Kelly mentioned before I completely forget about it.

Climbing the stairs, Linda made her way to Kelly’s room. Now that she and the girls had been intimate, going into her daughter’s underwear drawer was a different, more sensual experience. She felt a delicious erotic charge as she fondled Kelly’s cotton panties. Burying her face in a pair, she inhaled deeply, but as she suspected, the scent of her daughter was nowhere to be found.

When Linda located the DVD, she was confused. Why the hell would she borrow this from Jan? Linda wondered, studying the Sound of Music case. It’s not her kind of movie at all.

She opened it, arching an eyebrow at the sight of the disc itself, which was homemade. What’s really on this, then? Guess I’ll have to find out…

Then she noticed something else: a rolled joint, tucked inside with the DVD. She brought it to her nose and took a sniff. Yep, that’s pot, all right. Did Kelly know this was in here? I’ll be having a little chat with her about this when she gets back home. In the meantime, though…

The DVD case in one hand and the joint in the other, Linda went downstairs to the living room.

***

Gabby was asleep on the couch, having dozed off after her fourth orgasm. She was nude, and so were Kelly and Jan. Kelly draped a light quilt over her baby sister, then seated herself in a chair directly across from  Aunt Jan. Their legs spread, they gazed at each other, eyes sparkling with lust.

“I love reading your journals from when you were fucking Mom,” Kelly casually said as she eased a finger into her pussy, “The way you describe your feelings for her… it gets me so hot I want to scream.”

“So Linda kept them,” Jan asked as she gently toyed with her clitoris. “I never suspected.”

“She did, Aunt Jan. I think Mom lied to you about burning them so she could hold on to the memory of when you were lovers.”

Jan nodded. “I think you’re very close to the truth, Kelly. I was too young to know what I was doing when I broke up with Linda.”

“But it worked out, right?” Kelly insisted. “If you hadn’t done that, Mom wouldn’t have got married, then me and Gabby would never have been born.”

“Ooohhh… well, that’s true,” Jan said, With her free hand, she used two fingers to circle the opening of her vagina. “Still, I left a mess behind when I ended things with Linda… and it’s high time I put things right. Damn, that f-feels good.”

“You guys totally should get back together,” said Kelly. “I bet that’s what Mom wants.”

In fact, Linda had been quite frank about wanting to be lovers with her sister again, but she’d also asked Kelly and Gabby to keep what they’d done with her a secret from Aunt Jan for the time being. “I’ll tell her myself, when the time is right,” Linda had said.

“Ohhh!” Jan cried, throwing her head back as she came. Her fingers squished loudly as she thrust them in and out, thick juices flowing into the towel she’d spread over the seat of her chair. Kelly drank in the sight of her aunt getting off, still masturbating.

Finally, Jan went limp, slouching down in the chair. She relaxed for a moment, then opened one eye. Kelly was staring at her aunt’s cunt while fondling her own.

“Let me help you with that,” Jan said. Rising to her feet, she went down upon her knees before Kelly and began to lick the eleven year old’s sweet bare pussy.

***

Popping the mystery disc into the player, Linda seated herself on the couch. Using a saucer for an ashtray she lit the joint with an old disposable lighter she’d unearthed in the junk drawer.

Linda had smoked pot now and then when she was in college, and a few times with Walt after they married. She took a cautious hit, slowly drawing the smoke in so she wouldn’t cough, holding it in as long as she could before exhaling. Pointing the remote at the TV, she thumbed the PLAY button.

She stared at the menu that popped up on the screen. It read ‘play all’ or ‘chapters’ and all the chapters were marked with combinations of the letter “F.” The first chapter read, ff F. Other chapters read ff fff Ff Fff f.

Linda took another hit, then realized what those letters meant. It’s those symbols they use for sex stories. Holy shit, is this porn? Little girl lesbian porn?

She was thrilled and afraid at the same time. It’s a crime. But that just makes watching it more exciting. 

Linda was about to take another toke from the joint, but it had gone out. Fine, I’m buzzed enough. She set it in the saucer, used the remote to start the DVD, then sat back.

Two girls appeared on the screen, seated on the edge of a bed. One looked to be about ten or so, the other a couple of years younger. They were both nude.

Off screen, a woman’s voice was heard. “Why don’t you kiss your sister, Sally? Show her how much you love her.”

The older girl beamed. “Okay, Mommy,” she said. Turning to the younger girl, Sally wrapped both arms around her, and the two siblings came together in a kiss that quickly grew hot and eager.

Linda stared at the screen, her cunt throbbing as the little girls proceeded to make love – swapping French kisses, sucking tiny nipples, licking bare slits. These underage girls weren’t just performing for the camera, they were having grownup sex and loving it. She shivered with arousal when the younger of the sisters, who was addressed as Karen by their unseen mother, got the older girl up on all fours and lovingly rimmed her asshole.

The scenes that followed were all in a similar vein, ranging from what appeared to be the early 1970’s to the current day. Some of the girls were preteens. Others featured teenage girls. A few had adult women with underage girls, some of them kindergarten age. All the vignettes were loving, erotic and very explicit. Some of them, like the first clip, involved incest.

At some point, Linda opened her robe to fondle her breasts, then began to masturbate.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she watched a woman undress in front of a girl, and then tenderly strip the child naked. The girl was perhaps ten, the woman in her late twenties or early thirties. They looked very much as if they could be mother and daughter.

Circling her clit with a fingertip as she watched the woman go down on the girl, Linda pondered that notion. I wonder… are there very many moms out there who do this kind of thing with their daughters? Surely I can’t be the only one.

Suddenly Linda realized the doorbell was ringing. If she hadn’t been so buzzed she would have instantly leapt to her feet. She stopped the DVD, got to her feet and did up her robe, then made her way to the front door. Squinting through the peephole, she saw it was her neighbor Cheryl.

With a sigh of relief, she opened the door, greeting her friend with a hug and a smile. “Come in, come in,” she said. “I was just kicking back.” Noticing Cheryl seemed slightly tense, she added, “Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah… but I need to talk to you about something,” Cheryl answered. “Are the girls here?”

“No, they’re spending the night at my sister’s place.” She led the way to the family room.

Cheryl could detect the aroma of pot, and realized that Linda was stoned. Then she caught a whiff of something else. Is that… pussy? Christ, was she masturbating in here?

“Have a seat,” Linda said, pointing at the sofa. “Care for a drink?”

“Uh, water’s fine,” Cheryl replied.

“No problem.” Padding into the kitchen, Linda took a jug of water from the fridge and filled two glasses. She brought one to Cheryl, then seated herself a couple of feet away from her friend.

Struggling with how to begin her confession to Linda, Cheryl noticed the half-smoked joint in the saucer.

Linda saw her looking at it. “Want some?” she asked, “I hadn’t had any since college. It’s good stuff.”

“Um… maybe we should talk another time,” Cheryl offered.

“Or maybe you should catch a buzz with me.” Linda picked up the joint, relit it and took a hit before offering it to Cheryl.

Fuck, why not? Cheryl thought. Maybe it will make what I have to tell her a little easier.

Cheryl took it and inhaled tentatively, held the smoke in and exhaled, then had a bigger hit. She offered it back to Linda who waved it off, so Cheryl took another pull.

“Wow, this is good stuff,” Cheryl said with a nod, then put out the butt in the saucer. “I’d better stop there, before I get completely blazed.” Taking a deep breath, she gazed sorrowfully at her friend. “Listen, Linda… I need to confess something to you. Something I did that… that most people would condemn me for.”

“Surely it’s not that bad,” Linda murmured, touching her friend’s shoulder.

Cheryl stared down at her hands. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.” God, how do I say this? Just come out with it. “Linda… I’ve had sex with my daughters.”

Linda could only stare, her heart suddenly racing. “You’re kidding me.”

Looking up, Cheryl slowly shook her head. “No. I’m not. Ali and I have been lovers for three years, and I just recently did it with Pam for the first time.”

Linda’s head swam. “Oh, my God, Cheryl…” she blurted, “I’ve had sex with my daughters!”

Snapping to attention, Cheryl gaped at her friend. “You what?”

“I… I didn’t mean to tell you that,” Linda said, feeling her face grow hot. “But it’s true. So we – we’ve both fucked our own kids?”

Seizing Linda’s hand, Cheryl said, “Tell me something. Did it happen because of Kelly? Did she… seduce you and Gabby?”

“Well… it never would have happened without her, that’s true,” a dazed Linda replied. “I mean, I’m not really blaming Kelly, you understand.” Puzzled, she studied her friend. “H-how did you know to ask me that, Cheryl? Did Kelly ever…”

“Hell, she told me she wanted to fuck you!” Cheryl exclaimed. “And yeah, that’s exactly how she said it.”

Linda’s eyes widened. “Kelly – told you that? Why would she…” Her voice trailed off. “I don’t understand.”

Cheryl slumped back into the sofa. “This is not how I expected this to go,” she muttered, then looked up at her friend and neighbor. “Look, Linda, there’s something else I have to confess. I came over to tell you that I had sex with Kelly… and Gabby, too. I’m so sorry, but I had to tell you the truth. I… I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” Trembling inside, she waited for Linda’s reaction.

Looking at Cheryl, turning recent events over in her mind… Linda finally began to laugh. “Well, sure… why should I be upset with you? Listen, my sister Jan made love with my girls too. Before I did, actually. In fact, they’re probably all fucking right now. So I don’t blame you, Cheryl, not one bit. I’m just happy to have finally gotten in on the action.”

Cheryl was on the verge of tears. “Oh. Linda… thank you, thank you for understanding. I was so sure you’d h-hate me for what I’d done…” Her lower lip trembled.

Opening her arms, Linda drew the woman into an embrace. They snuggled together for a long while.

Finally, Linda broke away. “Now, tell me all about how you ended up in bed with Kelly and Gabby. And how you first made love to your kids. Don’t leave anything out – I want details!”

Cheryl opened up, explaining how she and Alicia first became intimate. Then she told Linda about how Kelly had crept over to her home in the middle of night, parked herself on the sofa wearing but an oversized t-shirt without panties, turned on the TV, found a channel featuring lesbian porn and began to masturbate. When Cheryl and Ali crept downstairs to investigate. Kelly bluntly asked them to fuck her.

“That scheming little brat,” Linda murmured, shaking her head. “If she wasn’t such an incredible lover, I’d turn her over my knee and spank that sexy little bottom of hers.”

“I don’t know… Kelly might enjoy it!” a grinning Cheryl replied. “Anyhow, if you think that’s wild behavior, let me tell you about what she cooked up the next day.”

She went on to describe how Kelly had persuaded her to wait outside the window of the study, then she put on a sex show in that same room with her sister Gabby, along with Cheryl’s youngest daughter Pam. Peeking through an opening Kelly had carefully arranged through the curtains, Cheryl watched the younger girls undress, kiss one another, and allow Kelly to lick their pussies.

“Good gravy,” Linda mumbled. “Kelly told me about doing that… only she didn’t say anything about letting you watch. I wonder why? Didn’t want to get you in trouble, I suppose.”

Now it was her turn to share details. Linda told Cheryl how Kelly had seduced Gabby, then managed to entice her Aunt Jan into bed. “Then the three of them did it together,” Linda said. “They were staying with Jan that weekend… and from what Gabby told me, they spent most of it fucking.”

“Gabby told you?” said Cheryl, arching an eyebrow. “So that’s how you found out about all this.”

“Well, I already suspected that Kelly and Gabby were fooling around… though not how far they’d actually gone,” Linda replied with a shrug. “What happened was, the first night after I brought the girls home from Jan’s, I decided to have a mother’s chat with Gabby about sex… and she ended up telling me everything they’d done. In graphic detail.”

“My goodness… bet you didn’t see that coming. How did it make you feel?”

“My God, Cheryl, I was on fire. It was all I could do to keep from masturbating, right there in front of Gabby. I should tell you this, by the way: my sister Jan and I used to be lovers, back when I was just a kid.”

Cheryl stared in disbelief. “You were?”

“Yeah,” Linda replied. “Jan broke things off with me when she started college, and that was my last lesbian experience until, well, two nights ago. I married Walt, who was the only man I ever loved… and since he died, I started wanting to explore my queer side again. And all the thinking I’ve been doing about Kelly and Gabby having sex… it got to me in a big way.”

“I understand,” Cheryl murmured.

Taking a deep breath, Linda gazed defiantly at her friend. “Want to know what I really felt when Gabby told me what she’d been up to with her sister… and my sister?” She paused.  “Jealous. wrong as it is, I wanted to be part of what they’ve got. So I took the first step toward making that happen.”

“Which was…?”

“After that discussion I had with Gabby, I asked her if she’d like me to make her come.”

“Huh. Well, that’s a bold move,” said Cheryl. “I’m assuming she said yes.”

“She loved the idea. So I masturbated her until she came.”

By then, Cheryl’s hand had strayed between her thighs. “Jesus, Linda. That really turns me on. Did Gabby do anything to get you off?”

Linda shook her head. “She wanted to, but… well, I wasn’t quite ready for that. We did kiss, though – and she used her tongue first. God, what a soft, sweet mouth she has…”

“Gabby is a very good kisser,” Cheryl agreed. “So when did you two do the deed for real?”

“I’m getting to that. Remember how freaked out Kelly was the other day, when they started the fireworks at the street fair? I had to take her home.”

“Sure. I’d never seen her like that.”

“She slept with me that night. Just slept, mind you!” Linda was quick to add. “The next morning, we talked. I told Kelly I knew what she’d been up to with Gabby and Jan… and that I’d be into making love with her, if that’s what she wanted.”

“Bet she did.”

“Oh, my, yes!” Linda replied. “But I wanted it just as much. I got Kelly out of her pajamas and went down on her right there and then. It was the first time I’d eaten pussy in over fifteen years… but I guess there are some things you never really forget. She came like a wildcat.”

Cheryl now had a hand in her unfastened pants. “Then she returned the favor, I’m guessing…?”

“We chatted for a while first. I had a lot of questions, after all. But we both got all worked up again, and – well, she finally shoved me onto my back, plunged three fingers into my cunt and fucked me till I begged her to stop.”

“Insatiable, that one,” Cheryl said. “How many times did she make you come?”

“Oh… it was either one massive orgasm, or millions of little ones. I sure as hell wasn’t counting. After that, Kelly and I cuddled and shared sexy secrets, then Gabby came home from your place and caught us in bed together.”

“Which she didn’t mind at all, I’m guessing…”

“Ha! She couldn’t get naked fast enough. Kelly made her stop, though, so she could undress Gabby herself. Then the family sex party really got going. And that pretty much brings us up to date.”

Reaching out, Cheryl took her friend’s hand. “Thanks for sharing that with me, Linda. I’ve come to accept the feelings I have for my daughters, but there are still times when I, I feel like a bad person.” Her voice quivered slightly. “Now I know I’m not alone… and you can’t imagine how happy that m-makes me.” A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Oh, Cheryl!” Linda sobbed, opening her arms.

Embracing, they had a brief but satisfying cry together. Finally they drew apart, exchanging embarrassed smiles. “Um, I need to wash my face,” said Cheryl.

“Me too,” Linda said. “Go ahead and take the bathroom… I’ll use the kitchen sink.”

Moments later, they both returned to the family room. Plucking the half-smoked joint from the saucer, Linda lit it again, and they each had a couple more hits, refreshing their buzz. They talked about girls, what turned them on, when they started to feel desire for their daughters. That was when Cheryl saw the DVD box for The Sound of Music on the table.

This was my favorite movie when I was a kid,” Cheryl said, picking it up.

“Bet you’ve never seen this version,” Linda said. Reaching for the remote, she hit PLAY.

An image appeared on the screen – a teenage girl and two much younger ones, completely naked and sitting on a bed. Her mouth hanging open, Cheryl muttered, “You’re right, Linda… this isn’t The Sound of Music I remember.”

As they watched the three girls kiss, then have sex, Linda opened her robe and began to finger her pussy. It seemed like an ideal way to pass the time, watching lesbian child porn with her best friend who, as it turned out, also liked young girls.

Getting to her feet, Cheryl quickly undressed. She carefully placed her blouse on the sofa cushion, sat down and began to fondle her own dripping slit.

Soon they had switched to masturbating each other, their bodies touching as one illicit sex scene after another played out on the TV screen.

When a little girl who couldn’t have been more than eight began to tenderly lick a grown woman’s anus, Linda turned to her friend. “I… I want to eat your pussy, Cheryl.”

“Let’s do it!” Cheryl panted. “Should we go upstairs?”

“I can’t wait – let’s fuck right here.”

Before another minute had passed, both women were down on the carpet, caught up in a heated sixty-nine with Cheryl on top, slurping and sucking on each other’s juicy cunts.

They were already so turned on that it didn’t take long for them both to come. In fact, the two lovers reached climax at almost the same instant, moaning as they rode their ecstasy to its blinding finish.

Lying entwined in the aftermath, Linda murmured, “So… do I taste anything like my daughters?”

Cheryl thought about it. “Hmm… not sure. I’d have to line all three of you up and do a comparison.”

They shared a laugh, then Linda led Cheryl up and onto the sofa, where they relaxed together for a long time in silence. After a while, it began to get dark outside. Linda finally got up and put on a light. She considered getting dressed, then decided not to.

“There’s about an inch of this joint left,” said Linda, pointing at the saucer. “Want to finish it off?”

“No, thanks,” Cheryl replied. “Listen, Linda… Pam and Ali are at home right now. Want to come over and have some more fun? I mean, I’ve had your girls, so you should get to be with mine. I bet they’d love a romp in the sheets with you.”

Linda kissed Cheryl long and deep. Breaking away, she shyly said, “Maybe you could, um… find out if they really want to be with me? If they do, well, I’d be delighted to make love to your daughters. In fact, what if we had a sex party with all the girls? Jan too, if she’s into it… of course, she will be.”

Cheryl said, “Sounds amazing. I’ll run it past the girls, but there’s no way those two would miss out on something like that.”

“Let’s make it happen, then,” Linda said. She watched Cheryl slowly dress, then walked her friend to the door, giving her one last hungry kiss in the open doorway before they exchanged whispered goodbyes.

Wandering back to the family room, Linda smoked the last of the joint, then she watched another hour of Jan’s DVD, edging herself all the while. Finally, she had an intense orgasm thinking of Cheryl, what they’d done together… and what she hoped to do with her neighbor’s daughters.

She switched off the television and settled down on the couch, draping a throw over her bare body before dozing off. She spent the whole night there, sleeping peacefully.

***

Linda woke to the ringing of her phone, which she’d left on the coffee table. Picking it up, she managed a groggy, “Hello?”

“It’s me, kiddo!” said a very cheerful Jan, “Did I wake you? It’s not that early.”

Linda glanced at the time: 10:40. “Hmm. Guess I overslept.”

Not a problem,” Jan said. “Just wanted you to know we’ll be leaving soon, be there in a couple hours. No need to fix lunch – We’ll stop somewhere on the way. Bye!”

“Bye,” Linda mumbled, but Jan had already ended the call.

Linda sighed, then stood and stretched. The room had a lingering scent of pot and pussy.

Her first stop was the bathroom. Then she opened most of the downstairs windows, put the DVD back in its case and stashed it in the side table, then washed the saucer she’d used for her ashtray. Once the family room was back to normal, Linda showered, dressed and made breakfast.

As she slowly ate scrambled eggs and toast and sipped coffee, Linda wondered how best to confront her big sister with what she knew. She wasn’t angry at Jan, but it was crucial to have a serious discussion about what they’d both done with the girls.

Linda was still working out what to say when she heard the doors of Jan’s car closing in the driveway. Hastening to the door, she hugged and kissed Kelly and Gabby as they raced into the house, tossing their overnight bags on the floor.

“Don’t leave your things there, girls,” Linda told her daughters. “Take them upstairs, please. Once you’ve unpacked, come back down for a piece of apple strudel. I made it just yesterday.”

“Yum!” Gabby exclaimed, then nudged Kelly. “C’mon, slowpoke!”

They raced up the stairs, and Linda turned to face her sister, who had quietly entered the room. “Hello, Jan,” she murmured.

“Hey, Lin,” Jan replied, and they came together in a lingering hug.

Holding her sister, breathing in Jan’s familiar scent, Linda sighed. Even if I was angry with her, I couldn’t stay that way. Jan’s a part of me. And if things work out like I hope, we’ll get back that special closeness we used to have. 

God, I hope she still finds me desirable.

They finally drew apart, and Linda noticed her sister’s cheeks were slightly flushed. The sight thrilled her. She feels it, too. That old familiar hunger. Oh, Jan… you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.

“Did you and the girls do anything fun?” Linda asked.

“Oh, it’s always a good time with those two around,” Jan said. “We mostly…”

But before she could finish, Kelly and Gabby were thundering back down the stairs. “Alllll done!” Gabby announced. “Where’s our apple strudel?”

Linda had to laugh. “All right, come on,” she said, leading the way to the kitchen. “Want a slice, Jan?”

“Oh, I’ll have a morsel for strength. Is it Mom’s recipe?”

“Mostly hers. I refined it a bit,” said Linda. Taking her large knife from the block, she deftly cut four slices from the large pastry, depositing each one on a small plate, then adding a fork before handing them around. “I make mine with a hint of clove. See what you think.”

Everyone tucked in. “Mmmm… this is marvelous,” Jan said with an approving nod.

“Yeah, it’s yummy!” Gabby chimed in.

Looking up from her plate, a smiling Kelly began to praise the dessert in Spanish.

Linda said, “Kelly, honey, stop. You’re speaking in Spanish again. We can’t understand.”

Kelly put a hand over her mouth, embarrassed. “Sorry. I don’t know why… it just comes out that way sometimes.”

The last bites of strudel were eaten in silence. As she deposited the plates in the sink, Linda turned to the girls. “I need you two to do a small chore for me while I have a chat with your aunt. Can you pick up all the twigs and branches in the backyard that blew down during the rain storm the other night? Just stack them all in a big pile… we’ll have a bonfire later.”

“Sure, Mom,” Kelly answered. “Come on, Gabs.” The two girls headed outdoors.

Turning to her sister,  Linda said, “I still don’t understand. How is it possible for Kelly to speak a language she never knew?”

Jan shrugged.  “It happens. There are various theories as to why, but nothing like a definitive answer.”

“Why Spanish?”

“You know,” Jan said, “It could just have easily been French or Greek or Chinese. Sometimes the patient even loses their ability to speak their native tongue altogether. So consider yourself lucky Kelly can still comprehend English.”

“Guess you’re right.” Turning away from the view of her daughters gathering pieces of wood, Linda went over to the side table to retrieve Jan’s DVD.

“I have this disc for you – the one that Kelly borrowed,” Linda said, handing the case to Jan. “Now we need to talk about you having sex with my daughters.”

Jan’s face turned deathly pale and she collapsed on the sofa, trembling.

“I’m not angry with you, Jan,” Linda continued, still perfectly calm. “Kelly seduced you, I’m guessing. She kept after you, showing you her body, pushing for sex… and after a while, you weren’t able to tell her no. Is that how it happened?”

“Oh, Linda,” Jan was sobbing, tears flowing down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I’m a terrible person. You shouldn’t blame this on Kelly, I should have been in c-control of myself! I’m s-so ashamed. And then there’s this DVD,” she added, staring at the case. “I didn’t lend it to her, Linda, I swear! She found it, God knows how, and borrowed it without asking. Oh, shit – she stole a joint from me, too!  Please tell me she didn’t actually smoke it.”

“Don’t worry,” Linda said. “I smoked it myself last night, while I watched your DVD.”

Jan stared at Linda, then put her head in her hands, “Oh, hell. H-how much of it did you see?”

“Oh, the whole thing. It’s incredibly hot. I made myself come three times. How did you get it?”

“I had a patient with a – a thing for young girls,” Jan mumbled. “He’d never done anything inappropriate, mind you… but he wanted to stop having those feelings. He told me about having a collection of films with underage girls in them, and he couldn’t bring himself to destroy them, much as he longed to. I offered to dispose of the collection for him, and he agreed. The next day, he brought a cardboard box of homemade DVDs.

“Once I’d brought the box home, I ended up watching one out of curiosity. It was a film of a teenage girl making love to a child, one who might have been her ten-year-old sister. Maybe as young as eight.” Raising her head, she met her sister’s steady gaze. “That made me think of you, Linda. What we had, and how crazy in love with you I was. I ended up fingering myself until I came.” She gave a deep sigh. “It turned me on… and as it happened, so did some of the others. I compiled DVDs of the films I liked. Just the lesbian ones, of course. I destroyed all the rest.”

“You’ll have to copy some of them for me,” said Linda. “Especially that one,” she added, pointing at the DVD case in Jan’s hands.

Jan’s eyes narrowed as she studied her sister. “What’s going on here, Lin?”

Linda’s expression was a portrait of innocence. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Why are you so – so composed? I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you should be ready to throttle me. I fucked your daughters, for God’s sake! Okay, maybe Kelly started it all, but that didn’t mean I had to give in, much less get Gabby involved. And now you’re getting into underage lesbian porn? I don’t understand. Wh-why aren’t you furious with me, damn it?”

Slowly advancing to the sofa, Linda sat beside Jan, reaching over to take her sister’s hand. “Oh, Jan. How could I think badly of you? I made love to the girls, too.”

Jan could only stare, fumbling for words. Finally, she whispered, “You… you had sex w-with Gabby and Kelly?”

Nodding, Linda said, “Yes, I did. You taught them well, big sister. They’re wonderful lovers.”

“I… I don’t know what to say. How did it happen?”

Linda smiled. “It started when Gabby told me about all the things she’d done with her little friend Pam. Then with Kelly. Then with you.”

“And you – you weren’t upset?”

“No, indeed… I’ll tell you why.” She shifted her hand to Jan’s thigh. “In the first place, I miss what you and I had all those years ago. God, how I’ve missed it. Oh, I was happy with Walt. He was a good man, a wonderful father. But you were the great love of my life, Jan – and I didn’t realize it until he was gone.”

“Fuck, Linda,” Jan breathed, her eyes misting over.

“And once I began to suspect my daughters had become lovers, just the same as we did… It felt like I should be upset, but I wasn’t. Then I began to – to like the idea. I’d already been having sexual thoughts about you, just like before – and knowing what Kelly and Gabby were up to only made me want you more. I was even taking out your old journals and masturbating while I read about the things we used to do in bed.”

“Kelly told me you still have those. She read them, you know,”

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Linda said with a shrug. “By the way, I’m sorry I didn’t throw your journals away when you asked me to. When push came to shove, I couldn’t give them up. The things you wrote about our times together…reading them made me feel alive again.

“And with all the sexual fantasies I was having about you, it was only a hop, skip and jump to feeling the same way about my girls… wanting to love them like we loved each other.”

“And so you did,” Jan said, still awed. ”You’ll have to give me all the graphic details when we have time.”

Linda moved to kneel on the carpet before her sibling, resting both hands on her knees. “It’s been too long, Jan. I want us to be lovers again… and this time the girls will be part of it.”

Jan began to cry. “Oh, Linda… I w-want that too!” She opened her arms, Linda moved into them, and they held each other tightly.

When they finally drifted apart, Jan wiped her eyes, then said, “Well… what happens now?”

Peering through the window, Linda looked for Gabby and Kelly. She spied them far back in the backyard, carefully assembling a stack of twigs and tree limbs. Turning to her sister, Linda said, “You kiss me, big sister… that’s what happens.”

Jan felt her face flush, her heart race. It’s happening, at long last. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years… and now that dream is coming true.

The two sisters slowly drew closer until their lips met in a brief but lingering kiss. Gently parting, they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, communicating without words. Yes, this is good, this is right.  Another kiss set their passion blazing as tongues met and mingled. They began to explore each other’s bodies, hands gliding over shoulders, arms, thighs, bellies, breasts.

“I love you, Linda!” Jan gasped.

“Love you too, Jan,” Linda murmured, nibbling her sister’s ear.

***

Outside, Kelly and Gabby had built an impressive woodpile from the storm’s debris. They stood side by side, appraising their work.

“Looks great!” exclaimed Gabby. “We’re done, huh? C’mon, let’s go back inside.”

“Not just yet,” Kelly replied, glancing at the house. “Let’s stay out here a little longer.”

“What for? I was gonna watch cartoons.”

Kelly grinned. “If we sit tight for a few minutes, you might get something a lot more fun than vegging out in front of the TV.”

Gabby thought for a moment, then perked right up. “You mean… oh, wow. Are Mom and Aunt Jan gonna fuck?”

“Maybe,” Kelly answered. “I mean, they both want to, right? I bet Mom sent us out here to clean up the yard so she can let Aunt Jan know she had sex with us. Once they start discussing that, they won’t be able to keep their hands off each other.”

“So… how long do we wait?”

“Um, another five minutes? They should at least be making out by then.”

“Cool,” Gabby sighed, then gave their woodpile a critical glance. “Hmm… y’know, this looks okay, but if we worked on it for, oh, five more minutes, it would be even better, huh?”

Kelly had to laugh. Playfully mussing the younger girl’s hair, she said, “Yeah, I think it would.”

***

Linda had a hand between her sister’s thighs and was rubbing Jan through a pair of skimpy black panties, while Jan had unbuttoned Linda’s shirt to nuzzle and lick her bare breasts.

Taking a quick look through the window, Linda saw her daughters, still gathering wood. She turned to Jan. “I think the girls will be occupied for a while.” She stood, extending a hand to her sister. “Let’s go up to my room.”

Taking Linda’s hand, Jan rose to her feet, and without another word the two women made their way upstairs. Once in the master bedroom, they undressed, then stood before one another, completely bare.

“God, Linda,” Jan said, studying her sister. “You’re more beautiful than ever.”

“You’re the beautiful one,” Linda replied, reaching for her sister. They came together in an ardent kiss that quickly stoked their passion into a roaring inferno. Somehow, the two women made it to the bed.

After swapping kisses, they began to masturbate each other… and soon, as if in mutual agreement, found themselves in a heated sixty-nine position with Linda on top, the same way they’d always done it as underage lovers.

Linda and Jan were lost in the face of helpless desire. They’d gone without one another for much too long, and were now free once more to indulge in the delights of their forbidden love. The memory of those bygone times came rushing back hard and fast, and they instinctively remembered where to caress, how to lick, what made Jan sigh, what made Linda scream… and that wondrously familiar taste of a sister’s pussy.

Jan came first, but Linda’s orgasm hit seconds later, moaning into each other’s cunts, finally going limp. Linda managed to roll off Jan’s body and flop down next to her. The two lovers were glazed with sweat, their hair tousled and both of them out of breath. They shared a weary but tender kiss, purring with pleasure at the flavor of each other’s lips.

The moment was interrupted by the voice of a young girl. “Cool!” It was Gabby.

Jan and Linda looked up to see the girls. Kelly had already removed most of her clothes, and was stepping out of her panties, which left her completely nude. Gabby was still dressed, but the child’s tiny nipples were clearly visible through her faded T-shirt.

Without missing a beat, Linda began to play with Jan’s pussy as she said, “Hello, girls. Want to join us?”

“Yes!” Gabby cried, bouncing up and down where she stood.

“You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Jan?” Linda asked, already knowing the answer.

“My God, yes,” Jan murmured. “But you’re overdressed for the occasion, Gabby.”

“Leave that to me,” Kelly announced. She stripped her little sister bare as their mother and aunt watched. Joining hands, Gabby and Kelly held hands as they approached the bed and climbed on to join the two women. And just like that, the sex party was underway.

Crawling between her aunt’s thighs, Gabby began to lick Jan’s dripping cunt, quickly bringing her to a convulsive orgasm.

Kelly sat on Linda’s face, swaying back and forth, moaning softly as Mom ate her pussy.

Once she’d caught her breath, Jan got Gabby up on all fours and applied her tongue to the little girl’s pretty pink anus. Meanwhile Linda found her nine-year-old’s slit and began to pleasure Gabby with a finger.

After that, Kelly and Gabby teamed up to go down on their mother. Jan watched as the girls feasted on Linda’s holes until she came, then she kissed them both, tasting her sister on their mouths.

So it went until mid-afternoon. Adults and children fucked in different combinations and positions until they were left weary but content in a blissful afterglow.

Once they were rested, the four lovers padded into Linda’s bathroom and enjoyed a shower together. It was a snug fit, but that only added to the fun. Cool water to refresh them, soapy hands roaming everywhere, thick towels to dry one another, mixed with playful kisses and declarations of love.

Once the damp towels were laid aside, they went downstairs, still nude and feeling hungry.

Linda made thick sandwiches, a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade to wash them down. Seating themselves at the table, they began to dine.

They all looked up when the doorbell rang. Without any idea who it could be, Kelly sprinted to the front door before anyone could stop her.

She opened it wide and said, “Hi, Cheryl! C’mon in.”

An astonished Cheryl stepped inside, staring at the nude child. Then, looking into the dining room, she saw the rest of the party, none of them with a stitch of clothing.

“Welcome,” Linda said, getting to her feet “Would you like something to eat or drink? You’ve met my sister Jan before.”

“Good to see you again, Cheryl,” Jan said as she too stood up.

Cheryl was aroused by the sight, though somewhat puzzled. “Um, hello.”

Kelly explained. “We just had a sex orgy! Two sets of sisters, naked and getting wild.” She reached out to cup Cheryl’s ass. “Sounds like fun, huh?”

Linda spoke up. “We were thinking of going back upstairs for another round. Care to join us?”

By then, Cheryl was blushing. “Um… well, I’d love to, but Ali and Pam will be home from the mall soon, and I have dinner in the oven. I just stopped by to, er, tell you that… Um, it’s what you and I were talking about yesterday, Linda…”.

“It’s okay – you can tell us all,” Linda replied. “We don’t have any more secrets here. Did you talk to Pam and Ali…?”

Taking a deep breath, Cheryl turned to the girls. “Okay, here’s what’s going on. Last night, your mother and I had sex.” Kelly and Gabby exchanged delighted glances. “I told her about what you two did with me and my girls, and she’s perfectly okay with it.”

“Yay, Mom!” Gabby exclaimed, going up on tiptoe to kiss Linda’s cheek.

“Then I told your mom that she deserved the chance to have sex with my daughters,” Cheryl continued. Looking at Linda, she added, “Anyhow, I came to tell you Ali and Pam are totally into that. In fact, we decided it would be best to have one big orgy with both our families.”

“Whoa… that sounds great,” Kelly said.

Cheryl gave Jan a shy smile. “Jan, the girls and I didn’t discuss it, but I know they’d want me to invite you, too.”

Everyone enthusiastically agreed to Cheryl’s proposal, and the adults decided to work out the ideal night to make it happen. Because of Jan’s work schedule, the party would have to take place on a weekend night, and Ali’s soccer team had a match the following Friday. At last they agreed on a Saturday evening, almost two weeks away.

The girls wanted to make out a little with their sexy neighbor before she headed home, but Cheryl begged off. “I wouldn’t be able to tear myself away,” she said, “and my beef stroganoff is ready in fifteen minutes.”

She settled for giving Kelly and Gabby affectionate hugs before making her exit.

Jan stayed the night. The adults ended up letting the girls watch the DVD with them, and they were up until well after midnight, trying out some of the more unusual sex acts they saw on the TV.

Soon to come: Chapter Fourteen!