Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

We left the elevator and strolled through the lobby, two mothers holding their daughters by the hand. I glanced over to look at Angela, her head held high, her shoulders back, chest thrust out, large breasts swaying, those long nipples proudly protruding through her sweater. What a woman, I thought.

I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think she must have tipped the maitre d’ at the restaurant. In any case, he was quite solicitous, welcoming us profusely, then immediately ushering us through the establishment, around the tables, and back to a semi-private room, mostly closed off from the other diners. Along our route, I noticed that the way we were dressed, and perhaps the attractiveness of Angela in particular, definitely garnered the attention of many of the patrons and some of the restaurant staff as well. It made me feel special.

We were seated at a sumptuous banquette with a large arrangement of glorious fresh flowers in the center of the table. I was at one end of the curved leather seat, with Kelly beside me, then Angela, and then Bambi at the other end.

True to her form, Angela spoiled the girls, allowing them to choose whatever appetizers they wanted, never mind the cost. She also ordered cocktails for me and for her, treated us all to delicious dinners, including a very expensive and wonderfully good bottle of wine that she and I shared, and then let the girls pick any dessert on the menu.

As we were waiting for our desserts to arrive, Angela turned to Kelly and said, “I just love the way that dress looks on you, honey. It’s like it was made for you.”

Kelly smiled at her, and then I watched as Angela draped her arm around my daughter’s shoulder and casually slipped her hand down inside the low-cut front of the silk dress to fondle her breasts.

“Your little nipples get hard so fast,” purred Angela. “It makes me want to suck them.”

Kelly gulped and reddened. I took her hand, squeezing it to let her know everything was all right.

After a few more seconds, Angela removed her hand and took her arm from around Kelly’s shoulders. But then she hiked up her leather skirt, which didn’t have far to go, spread her thighs apart, and looked down at her shaved pussy.

“Ooh, see?” she said “You’re making me wet, Kelly.”

We all stared as she parted her labia with one hand, then slid two fingers of her other hand inside herself.

“Wow,” breathed Kelly.

Bambi laid one of her bare legs over her mother’s thigh, saying, “Mommy, do me too!”

Angela glanced at the curtain separating us from the rest of the diners, then lifted the long tablecloth and placed it over their laps. We couldn’t see what happened next, but apparently she reached between her daughter’s legs to tickle her naked pussy.

A moment later, the waiter came in with our desserts.

Without removing her hands from beneath the tablecloth — it looked to me as though she still had one hand between her own legs and one fondling Bambi — Angela said, “Oh, yes, there’s one more thing. I would also like two servings of your hundred-year-old cognac for myself and my girlfriend,” nodding toward me, “if you will bring them right away, please.”

“Yes, of course, madame,” replied the waiter.

The cognac was heavenly, but the bill for this dinner, I was sure, would have to be at least $500. To Angela, apparently that was nothing. When we were ready to leave, she asked the waiter to charge everything to our room.

I offered to pay the tip, but again she said, “Nonsense, you are our guests,” and left a $100 bill on the table.

After a strong cocktail, half a bottle of wine, and then the cognac, I found myself weaving a bit as we walked out of the restaurant. I knew I was in no condition to drive.

So, in the elevator on the way up to the room, I said to Angela, “After we, um, I mean, after Kelly puts her other clothes back on, and we’ll take off these shoes, of course, then maybe you can ask the hotel to call a taxi for us, because I don’t think I should try to drive a car now.”

“Well of course not,” the woman replied, “you’re not driving, and you’re not going anywhere. You’ll spend the night with us. No arguments. Remember, you said there was something else you wanted to do with me tonight. And besides, we still have to let the girls try the jacuzzi tub.”

That idea got the children all excited, although it didn’t really take much for that. When the elevator doors opened, they romped down the hall together, Bambi’s little dress flying up to show her bare bottom, and waited eagerly for us at the door.

Once inside, the girls ran giggling toward Bambi’s room, already starting to pull off their little dresses. Angela kicked off her heels, then walked through to the bathroom and started the water in the tub, sprinkling in some bath salts.

I came up behind her, put my hands on her waist, and kissed her neck. “Thank you for a wonderful dinner, and for everything else. I’m having such an amazing time.”

She turned around and kissed my mouth, this time not worrying about our makeup.

“Hush,” she said, “no more thanks are necessary. We’re enjoying ourselves just as much as you are.”

“Okay.” I started to pull off my top, and then hesitated.

“Are you getting in the tub, too?” I asked.

She patted my cheek and kissed my lips. “Of course I am.”

Just then a bell rang. I realized it must be the front door of the suite. “Who could that be?” I asked.

“That’s the champagne,” replied Angela, as she went to answer the door. I frowned, but then sat down to take off my shoes.

A moment later, Angela returned, followed by an attractive young woman pushing a cart covered with a white tablecloth. The cart contained a bucket of ice, a bottle of champagne, four fluted glasses, several folded linen napkins, and a small assortment of chocolates.

The woman parked the cart next to the jacuzzi tub. (I was glad to still have my top on.) She expertly opened the champagne, then asked, “Would you like me to pour?”

“No, dear,” answered Angela. “I’ll do that.”

I saw her reach into a pocket of her leather skirt and remove a $20 bill, which she slipped into the woman’s hand as they walked out of the bathroom. A moment later, I heard a shriek and then loud giggling from the girls, followed by a door slamming. I chuckled, thinking that they must have started to come out of Bambi’s room, nude, and then discovered there was someone else in the suite.

Soon after that, apparently, the coast was clear, because they came to the bathroom in a rush: two completely naked girls, a 9-year-old blonde with no pussy hair at all and only bumps on her chest, and a 12-year-old redhead with half-grown boobs and a few little curls on her pubis. How precious they are, I thought to myself.

Angela came in behind them, pulling her sweater off, then unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. She set the clothes down in the dressing room, then came back to the tub to check the temperature and the level of the water. Although there were two large faucets, it was taking a long time to fill. The girls were both leaning over the edge, eager to get in. I looked at their little bottoms, so different, but both so tempting in their own ways.

Finally the tub was ready. The girls quickly clambered in, giggling as usual. I took off my top and my skirt and laid them over the chair in front of the vanity, then climbed into the tub myself. The water was very warm and felt oh so relaxing.

Angela was pouring the champagne. She poured two full glasses and two half glasses. Before passing them out, she took the plate that held the half-dozen chocolates and set it on a counter next to the tub. Then she handed me one of the full glasses, gave half glasses to each of the girls, and got in herself holding the other glass.

“A toast,” she said, raising her glass, “to feminine sexuality.”

“I’ll drink to that!” I replied.

Kelly looked at me. “Is it okay?” she asked, holding up her glass.

“Yes,” I told her, “tonight is a very special night, so it’s perfectly okay if you have half a glass of champagne.”

We all clinked our glasses together and took sips of the delicious bubbly wine.

Angela had not yet turned on the jets in the tub, and I was a little concerned that when she did, they would be annoyingly loud. That was what I had experienced with other whirlpool tubs. But when she pressed the button and the water started swirling around us, I was surprised at how quiet it was.

I settled down into the warm, fizzing water, closed my eyes, drank more champagne, and let myself float away on the dream of a lifetime, a dream that was coming true for me, right then and right there. It was everything anyone could want. Wonderful food, plenty to drink, a beautiful woman who would do anything for me sexually that I asked, and two adorable young girls who were also our carnal playthings.

Speaking of carnal playthings, I felt a small figure moving at my side. I opened my eyes and there was Bambi, her face shining, hot with sweat and champagne and excitement. She gazed at me with her lovely blue eyes, those eyes that had first seduced me in the mall, eyes I’d said to myself I could get lost in forever.

Without saying anything, I used my free hand to pull her to me. I put my hand behind her head and brought her face to mine. I kissed her aggressively, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She opened herself to me, and we kissed deeply.

After a moment, Bambi broke the kiss so she could put down her glass. Then she reached under the water to play with my breasts, fondling my nipples and making them hard. Her legs were straddling me. I took a big swallow of champagne, then set my glass aside too, and reached down to cup her buttocks in my hands.

We resumed kissing as we touched each other. She held my breasts, toying with the nipples, and I squeezed her bottom. Then I decided to be bolder. I slipped my hands under her, reaching between her legs to find her pussy lips. I parted them with my fingers and probed inside.

She squealed into my mouth, then pulled away gasping.

“Are you okay?” I asked, without stopping what I was doing.

“Yes,” she wiped her mouth. “It’s just, it feels so good!”

I smiled at her and kissed her quickly on the lips, as I continued groping the virgin pussy of this 9-year-old sex kitten. Then I glanced over at Angela and my daughter.

They were sitting close to us, with Kelly straddling Angela the way Bambi was straddling me. Kelly’s back was arched, and she was looking down at Angela’s face as the woman took my daughter’s erect nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Kelly groaned in pleasure.

I turned back to Bambi and we started kissing again. The child was just amazing, her tongue and lips working ever so skillfully, bringing my womanly desires to a peak. I knew very well, of course, that she had learned all this from her mother, and that knowledge made it even more exciting for me. Closing my eyes, I pulled her tightly to me, savoring the forbidden but tantalizing sensation of having a naked, sex-hungry little girl in my arms.

A moment later, I heard a small, stifled cry. Pulling my lips away from Bambi’s, I looked toward my daughter.

Kelly had her arms around Angela’s neck, her hands linked at the back. She was staring deeply into the older woman’s eyes, her face a reflection of her obvious arousal. Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted, and she was breathing deeply. She was also moving slightly up and down, in a steady rhythm.

I couldn’t see under the water, but I thought that maybe Angela was fucking my little girl with her finger. Could it be that she had broken her hymen, right there in the tub beside me?

I hoped it was true. If Kelly was going to lose her virginity at age 12, and it wasn’t going to be with me, then I couldn’t think of anyone else I would rather have her do it with more than Angela.

I watched them, waiting to see if Kelly was going to come, waiting to see if I could find out for sure if Angela had her finger, or her fingers, inside my little girl’s vagina.

Then I felt Bambi licking my neck. She was squeezing my breasts harder, trying to get my attention. I still had my fingers between her little pussy lips, but in my fascination with Kelly possibly being fucked by Bambi’s mother, I had stopped stimulating the little girl as much.

I heard her voice. “I want you to fuck me. Please, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue and make me come in your mouth.”

I couldn’t believe a little girl, a child, was saying that to me. But she was.

I turned my full attention to her. “You want me to fuck your little pussy with my tongue, Bambi? Is that what you want?”

She licked my neck again. “Uh-huh.”

I moved around, lifting her small body out of the water, helping her sit on the shelf that was near the rim of the tub, just at the water level. I looked at Angela, saw that she was watching us, and then turned back to Bambi.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart,” I said, loud enough for her mother to hear. “Show me where you want me to lick you.”

The little girl raised her knees, spread her thighs apart, opened her puffy pussy lips with her fingers, and pointed to her sex. “Right here,” she said. “I want you to make me come.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. But just as I was leaning in to begin kissing and licking Bambi’s pussy, I heard my daughter climaxing.

Kelly cried out, “Yes! Yes!” She arched her back, bringing her breasts above the water level, her erect nipples dripping. Angela pulled her close, kissing my daughter’s chest, still moving her hand between her legs, and Kelly’s orgasm continued.

I smiled, glad that my little girl could experience so much pleasure and excitement in one day, and then I returned my focus to the other little girl in the tub, the even younger one.

I began by kissing her labia, again and again. I held her slender thighs far apart with my hands and kissed her puffy lips, moving my mouth up and down, kissing the top, the bottom, and the middle. I kept kissing her over and over until she was begging me for more.

“Please lick me,” she demanded. “Please lick me now!”

Only at that point did I part her pussy lips with my fingers, looking inside to see her childish pinkness, the perfect innocence of her virgin sex.

But this was a child who knew much more about sex than most 9-year-olds, who had already experienced her own orgasms, and who must have given them to I don’t know how many women and girls.

I wanted to taste her. I wanted to lick her sex, to make her come in my mouth, just as I had been wanting to do ever since I’d first seen her in the mall.

I remembered when we’d first arrived at their hotel room earlier that afternoon, when Bambi had been sitting on my lap, kissing me so seductively, and I’d thought to myself, I want to see her naked, look at her hairless pubis, part her puffy lips with my fingers, put my tongue down there and lick her virgin vagina, suck her little clit, make this dewy child come in my mouth!

And now I actually, truly had that opportunity. Here was this glorious child, naked in front of me, begging for me to lick her sex. I smiled to myself, happy to know that sometimes, once in a while, dreams really do come true.

So I used my fingers to hold her beautiful pussy lips open, and I leaned my face in close to her, and I licked her.

Bambi groaned as she felt my hot tongue make contact with her. I licked her, paying special attention to her pink hole, her vagina. I licked all around the rim, teasing her, making her writhe under me. I licked upwards too, toward her clit. I pulled her labia back, finding her tiny bud, and I licked it and sucked it until she was panting and sighing and trembling, just on the edge.

Then I lowered my face again to her center. And this time, instead of licking around the rim, I shoved my tongue into her, as far as it would go. It wouldn’t go in very far, but as I grabbed her bottom and pulled her little body tightly against my face, as I pressed my lips to her pussy lips and thrust my tongue into her vagina again and again, I knew I had her.

She squeaked. She clutched my wet hair with her hands, pulling my face hard against her. She squeaked again and I could feel her vagina contracting around my tongue.

Bambi was coming. She was coming in my mouth. It was her first orgasm with someone besides her own mother, and I felt privileged to give it to her.

The little blonde sylph kept squeaking and writhing. Her climax continued for a long time, longer than I expected it would or could. I could taste her sweet liquids on my tongue.

Finally, her spasms ended, and she was gasping for air. She relaxed her firm grip on my head, and I drew slightly back. I tenderly kissed the insides of her thighs, adoring this darling girl, this child, for giving herself to me so openly and so completely.

I looked at her lovely young face. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth open, her body gently quaking. It was evident that at some place deep inside herself, Bambi was still feeling — or at least sensing an echo of — the orgasm I had just given her.

I looked over at Kelly and Angela. They were holding each other, deeply kissing, my daughter pressing her body urgently against Angela’s. A few seconds later, they ended the kiss, and then Angela said something to Kelly that I couldn’t hear. But soon my daughter was climbing up over the tall blonde, who laid back her head on a towel, and I saw my little girl position herself over Angela’s face, holding her pussy over the woman’s mouth, and then she lowered it to her waiting lips and tongue.

I wanted to move closer to them, to Kelly and Angela, to watch them as they made love. I was already quite close to them, they were right next to us, but I wanted to be even closer.

Except I also didn’t want to leave Bambi. As I turned back to the girl, I saw that her eyes were open now, but they had a dreamy, faraway look.

“Are you all right, honey?” I asked her softly.

“Huh?” she whispered, barely audible. “Oh, yeah, I just… I just love that… that you fucked me with your tongue… that was so cool.”

I kissed both her knees. “I’m glad, darling. I loved doing it for you.”

Again I turned to look at Angela and my daughter.

“Look,” I said to Bambi, “your mommy is licking my little girl’s pussy.”

“Yeah,” Bambi smiled. “She loves doing that. She loves little girls.”

If there was part of me that was somewhat alarmed by that honest admission and what I was pretty sure it meant, there was another, stronger part of me that was in full sympathy with Angela. I loved little girls too.

“Let’s watch them,” I said, starting to move toward the pair having oral sex.

“You can,” responded Bambi, “but I need to rest a minute.”

“Okay, honey.”

I had meant to get in very close to them, to watch and see, as well as I could, the woman’s tongue as she licked my daughter’s sex.

But as I moved toward them through the warm water, my gaze went to Angela’s naked body, and I saw her big breasts with their long brown nipples standing erect, and I remembered how proudly she had strutted through the hotel lobby, showing her stuff, and I recalled how I had teased her just before we went to dinner, licking and biting her stiff nipple.

And I was overcome with desire for her.

I placed my hands over her breasts. They were much firmer than mine. I ran my fingers over her hard nipples, and I felt Angela’s body respond to my touch.

I looked up and I could see her tongue licking my daughter’s sex, my 12-year-old daughter’s pussy. Angela’s fingers held Kelly’s labia wide open. She ran her tongue up and down through her pink center.

Kelly was rocking herself against Angela’s face. She was moaning and panting. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm.

I returned my gaze to Angela’s gorgeous tits, which I held in my hands. I lowered my face to one of her nipples and took it into my mouth. Angela groaned as I began sucking. She lowered a hand and put it behind my head, pulling my face against her breast.

A moment later, Angela took her hand away from my head. Without removing my mouth from her nipple, I looked up and watched her slowly insert the index finger of that hand into my little girl’s pussy. Her finger was sliding into Kelly’s wet vagina, up to the first knuckle, then the second, and then all the way in.

“OHH!!! OHHH!!!! GOD!!!!!!!” My baby was climaxing.

While the blonde woman was finger-fucking my daughter, making her come in her mouth, I dropped one of my hands into the water, reaching between her long legs.

I found her pussy, slid my fingers inside her lips, felt for the opening to her vagina, and then, as I shifted to the other nipple and started sucking it, I pressed two fingers into Angela’s cunt, fucking her deeply.

Kelly was shrieking, almost sobbing, her slender body shaking uncontrollably. It must have been the strongest orgasm of her young life. But Angela was not satisfied in giving her only one climax. With an arm wrapped tightly around Kelly’s thigh, holding her in place, she continued licking and sucking her clit, and she slid her finger in and out of my daughter’s previously virgin cunt with increased urgency.

I bit Angela’s nipple, and felt her react. Then I added a third finger inside her vagina, shoving them in as far as they would go.

Bambi had crawled along the edge of the tub toward us and was laying on her side, watching what was happening. One little hand was between her legs, gently rubbing her hairless pussy.

I fucked Angela, Angela fucked Kelly, I sucked and licked and bit Angela’s nipples, she sucked and licked my little girl’s clit — and the 9-year-old child, the one who had started it all, masturbated as she watched her mother having lesbian sex with another mother and daughter.

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