Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Chrestomathist

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

Friday night brought Jackie and Jess, and $30 from the Allens for Friday night pizza. The four hung out together and waited, Kendra and Jackie impatiently, till the pizza arrived, then the two teenagers inhaled their food and excused themselves to Kendra’s bedroom, leaving Melinda and Jess and two pizza boxes in the living room.

Jess seemed shy, and also put out that her sister had left her with the adult. Melinda was put out, too, for what she reasonably gathered was a different reason. Melinda put on one of the DVDs that Jess had brought in her Hannah Montana backpack, the Powerpuff Girls movie (Melinda guessed, correctly, that it had originally been Jackie’s movie), and entered babysitting mode.

“So how’s fifth grade?”

“It’s ok.”

“You have lots of friends, I bet.”

“Yeah.”

“Well. I’m gonna clean this all up and put some dishes in the dishwasher, do you want anything? Are you ok for a bit?”

“Yeah.”

Melinda removed all traces of Friday night pizza and lingered in the kitchen, only hearing the squeaky voices of the Powerpuff Girls from the living room when she strained to hear any noise coming from upstairs. After a few minutes, she returned to the living room to find Jess had moved over to her Laz-E-Boy from the couch. Melinda was momentarily troubled, because Jess had never struck her as the kind of kid to just go sit somewhere someone else was sitting, but she shrugged it off and went to sit on the couch.

Jess, mesmerized by the movie, didn’t notice at first, but when she did, she scampered upright and said, “You can still sit here if you want.”

“That’s ok, honey, if you’re comfortable I’ll sit here.”

“You can sit here WITH me.”

“That’s ok, sweetheart.”

And the movie continued, and Melinda, who had seen it several dozen times, found her mind wandering inevitably to what was going on upstairs. Her two fourteen-year-old lovers were probably entwined together, bringing each other off, giggling and cooing and whispering conspiratorially to each other. Excluding her. Because she was old, and a worry wart. A cloud formed over her head, which was dissipated by a little girl plopping down on the couch next to her.

“You really can sit there, honey, I don’t mind.”

“I want to sit with you.”

Melinda thought that was sweet.

“Well then, let’s both sit in the chair.”

Jess nodded vigorously, and followed her to the chair, and they squeezed into it beside one another.

Jess was discreet, and hadn’t breathed a word about what Jackie had told her or what they had done together to anyone, but Jess was also upset at being left out, when she had turned in such a brilliant performance to be able to stay with Jackie for the weekend instead of going to Aunt Rhianna’s. So she mustered her courage and said to Melinda, “Do you think Jackie and Kendra are doing sexy stuff upstairs?”

Melinda’s mouth hung open and she turned red. “I — I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” she stammered.

“Jackie and Kendra love each other and they do sexy stuff. Jackie said you and Kendra do sexy stuff, too.”

Melinda was struck dumb.

“Me and Jackie did sexy stuff last weekend, too. I’m really good at it.”

Jess, flush with ‘sexy’ thoughts, said, “I’m gonna go upstairs and see if they are,” and started to get up from the chair.

“No! Honey, no, don’t go up there,” Melinda said, panicked, and grabbed the little girl and yanked her back toward the chair, at which time Jess spun around and fell against — into — Melinda, then scrambled up to straddle Melinda’s lap.

“It’s ok,” Jess whispered, “I know you’re not supposed to talk about doing sexy stuff. I’m only telling you because I know you do sexy stuff, too.”

And the little girl was almost imperceptibly bobbing back and forth, her crotch rubbing against Melinda’s belly. Melinda shuddered, flushed red and confused, and laid her hands on the little girl’s sides to steady her.

“Are you… really good at sexy stuff?”

Jess beamed. “REAL good! I make Jackie OR-gasm!”

Melinda’s head swum. I make Jackie OR-gasm too, she thought but did not say, and the question of what kind of person she was became even more complicated. God help me, she thought, what’s next, a toddler?

“I bet you do,” Melinda said shakily. “And does she make you orgasm?”

Jess nodded again, humping a little faster on Melinda’s lap. Melinda lifted her off her tummy and scooted her down till she was sitting on Melinda’s knees.

“Jess, would you like to do sexy stuff with me?”

Another, even more vigorous nod.

“Then here, take these off…”

And Jess dismounted and peeled her clothes off, and Melinda, heaven help her, took her top off, then started to undo her jeans, but by then the little 10-year-old was back on her, her naked form so tiny in Melinda’s arms.

Jess smirked at her and said, “Watch THIS!”

And she engulfed Melinda’s right nipple in her mouth and sucked on her tit, and Melinda was overcome with self-loathing and lust.

For Jess’s part, Melinda’s full, 35-year-old mother’s boobies were revelations after her sister’s little hills. She sucked with abandon, flicking her tongue on the nipple like Jackie liked her to do, till the tit was all smeared with saliva.

“Oh, sweetie, you do that really good…”

“I told you!”

And little Jess scrabbled up and leaned in to kiss Melinda, and their lips met, and Melinda was tentative at first, but Jess loved kissing and was VERY good at it, and woman and girl made out like lovers as they sank together into the Laz-E-Boy. Mojo Jojo said something in the background that reminded Melinda of the incongruity of what she was doing. Into which circle of hell do you go for making out with a 10-year-old girl while watching the Powerpuff Girls?

Before long, Jess’s tiny, wet slit was humping Melinda’s jeans leg again, and Melinda grabbed her tiny rear end and ground her harder into her thigh, and Jess’s back arched and she sucked in breath. Melinda kissed and licked the girl’s ear, neck and shoulder, then her mouth again, then she thought she would show HER how good SHE was at sexy stuff, and she slipped a hand down to the little girl’s pussy and stroked, and Jess squeaked adorably, and her hand found its way under Melinda’s panties, and Melinda’s eyes went wide, and 35-year-old mother and ten-year-old little girl frigged each other and gobbled each others’ mouths and tongues and mmph’ed and moaned in each others’ mouths.

Jess went taut and let out a staccato “oh… oh… oh” and came from Melinda’s expert fingers, and she looked so adorable and… edible, and Melinda rocked her own pussy against the girl’s hand. As Jess’s OR-gasm receded, she removed her hand and smirked at Melinda’s surprised look, then got down on her knees in front of the Laz-E-Boy and tugged Melinda’s jeans and panties down to her ankles and buried her little face in her cunt.

Sparks flew, and Melinda felt like she was going to pee, melt, and scream, all at once. Jess’s inexpert tongue was nothing like her daughter’s, or Jackie’s, but the evil delight she felt in ravaging and being ravaged by this little girl drove her to heights of orgasm she hadn’t known existed. She shuddered and shook and whined and pushed Jess’s face hard into her crotch, fucked that little face, and as she came down, thought for a moment that if anyone touched her she would explode like fireworks.

It turns out that that didn’t happen, as Jess mounted her lap again, grinning, with a sticky, shiny face, and nuzzled her head into the crook of Melinda’s neck. They rocked together in the Laz-E-Boy while Melinda got a grip and said, “My goodness, Jessica Allen, you really are good at sexy stuff. Look what you did with only half my clothes off!”

Jess giggled and smacked her lips, the taste of Melinda’s pussy all over them.

Melinda rose from the chair, her little-girl-lover in her arms, questions about who she was and what was right remaining seated, as she carried her little bride to her bedroom. She locked the door. She wondered if this meant they could join the other girls upstairs eventually. Eventually, but not until she’d had some more time to herself with little Jess.

***

The teenagers caressed one another’s naked bodies under the shower, Jackie absently rubbing soap over Kendra’s belly and boobs, Kendra smoothing her young lover’s hair. Jackie moved aside to let the shower water rinse Kendra, then stood in front of her again and the two kissed, carefully, tenderly.

Jackie’s jaw hurt. Just before their shower together, she had furiously eaten Kendra out as the bottom half of a sixty-nine, her pinky wiggling in Kendra’s anus; Kendra had lifted her face out of Jackie’s crotch and craned her neck and arched her back, and come, smearing her juices all over Jackie’s face. They had teenagers’ stamina and enthusiasm, and had had sex for two hours, finally taking a break to clean up. Jackie was justifiably proud of her first serious cunnilingus effort on someone older than her 10-year-old sister Jess.

Jackie hadn’t told Kendra about her and Jess, how Jackie had practiced her lovemaking skills on her sister so she could better pleasure Kendra. She certainly hadn’t told her that her ‘practice’ had quickly become lust, a primal, carnal desire to sex her little sister. She hadn’t told her how Jess had been something of a natural, a relentless, intuitive lesbian lover herself during their too-brief hours together the weekend before. Right now, all she wanted was to see her little sister fall asleep for the night so that Kendra’s mother, Melinda, could join their sex play, like the weekend before.

The girls dried off, put fresh panties and t-shirts on, and bounded downstairs, Kendra in search of leftover pizza, Jackie wanting to check on her sister. Both girls heard the noise at the same time, and it froze them: a half-whine, half-laugh, full throated, obviously from Melinda, behind the closed door of her bedroom. Then they heard a little girl giggle.

Jackie’s face blanched; Kendra’s turned red. Kendra stalked to the bedroom door, but Jackie stopped her from opening it, shushing her, and motioning her to follow Jackie into the living room. Kendra did.

“I have to tell you something,” Jackie said, heart in her throat. “Jess and I… um… well, we sort of… practiced together.”

“Practiced what?” asked Kendra, in a tone of voice suggesting she knew exactly what.

Jackie, flushed and stammering, answered, “I — I wanted to be — better, for you… ”

Kendra rolled her eyes and made a frustrated sound. As Jackie trembled at the thought that Kendra hated her, and that oh, by the way, her 10-year-old sister was having sex with Kendra’s mother in the other room, Kendra’s mood softened.

“I really can’t judge you,” she mumbled to Jackie. “I mean, I have sex with my mother on a regular basis.” Jackie brightened. “I can, however, judge my mother.”

And she stalked toward the bedroom door again. She expected it to be locked, so she shook the doorknob violently as she turned and, surprised, pushed her way through.

Startled, Jess looked up at the doorway. She was on Melinda’s bed, naked, perched atop Melinda’s face as Melinda obviously had been eating the little girl out. For her part, Melinda wasn’t particularly surprised that the girls had walked in on them — she wasn’t trying very hard to hide what was going on. Why should she?

“Hi, Jackie,” Jess said resignedly, her tone like she was being called in to the house from playing with her friends. She scooted down Melinda’s body and rolled off her, springing up to sit on the bed. Melinda dragged herself upright, too.

“So it turns out,” Melinda began, her voice squeaking both from nervousness at her daughter’s reaction and from feeling contentedly spent, “that our Jackie and her sister have been ‘practicing.'”

“So I hear,” Kendra said, arms crossed, foot actually tapping impatiently.

“She’s an absolute doll,” Melinda said, smiling at her little girl lover, who smiled back.

“That’s swell, mom,” Kendra said, with her teeth almost clenched. “Do you know how WRONG this is? You’re molesting a little girl!”

“Do YOU know how wrong ALL this is?” Melinda shot back. “I’ve had sex with both of you. You have sex with each other. Ten or fourteen, you’re ALL underage. We’re not really on moral high ground here. YOU’RE not really on moral high ground here.”

Kendra balled her fists and literally shook with anger. Melinda sprung up and confronted her.

“What’s right and wrong isn’t what feels good to YOU. I don’t know WHAT it is anymore. I know I love you —” at this, Kendra did not soften, but she did break eye contact, after trying to stare down her mother — “and I know I have the biggest crush on you too, Jacqueline, and it feels like love, and I know that you feel it, too.”

Jackie’s face lit up in that brilliant, whole-face smile of hers, and Melinda’s knees went weak.

Melinda put a hand on Kendra’s hip, and her arm around her shoulder, and turned her toward the bed and toward the little girl sitting on it.

“And what I know about that little girl, is that she is a wonderful, enthusiastic, talented lover, and that I love playing with her in my bed. You can be upset at that” — here, Melinda stroked her daughter’s ass cheek underneath her t-shirt — “or you can find out for yourself why.”

By now Kendra had relented, though not enough to take up her mother’s suggestion. “I love you, mom, and I love Jackie, she’s my best friend, and I love having sex with both of you. But the thought of molesting a little girl…”

Jackie moved to the bed and sat next to Jess. She leaned in and kissed her, their lips and tongues grasping for each other, and Jackie pulled away and said, “Mmmm, you taste like Mrs. Moore.”

Jess giggled, and her sister giggled with her. Jess’s little hands groped at Jackie’s t-shirt, and Jackie helped her lift it over her head, and off. Jess scooted close and leaned in and sucked her sister’s left breast, making her squirm and stroke Jess’s hair. Jackie grasped and kneaded her sister’s rear end, and she lay down on her back, bringing her sister down with her so she was atop her. She helped Jess hump her leg as she continued to suck the nipple, little “mmphs” escaping from her with each thrust on Jackie’s leg.

Jackie brought her sister up so they were face to face and kissed her, lovingly, lavishly, and now Jess’s pussy was on Jackie’s belly. With one hand Jackie reached underneath and began stroking Jess’s hairless, slippery slit, making her gasp more.

Melinda had moved behind her daughter and encircled her in her arms, nuzzling her neck as the two of them watched the teenager and her ten-year-old sister writhe together naked on the bed. Kendra felt flushed. She was enormously turned on, watching her lover have sex with her little sister. Sensing this, Melinda led Kendra to the bed and had her lie down on her back, next to Jackie and Jess.

As she did, Jess’s gasps and moans became louder and more staccato, and she came on her sister’s finger, her little body taut like a wire, then collapsing like her strings had been cut, to loving kisses from Jackie.

Melinda caught Jackie’s eye then said to Kendra, “Baby, Mommy wants you to feel EVERYTHING. Mommy’s gonna make you come so hard.”

She kissed her daughter, their tongues fencing, and Jackie, beckoned, scooted over and began lavishing attention on Kendra’s right breast, and rubbing and tweaking her other nipple with her hand. Kendra’s breathing was already ragged through her nose, and she whimpered into her mother’s mouth.

Melinda stroked her daughter’s thigh, then her slit, causing Kendra to start. She began to rub lazy circles around her daughter’s pussy and clit, as Jackie continued to make out with her boob, then lick and suck upwards to Kendra’s neck, making her shudder.

As if on cue, Jess maneuvered in between Kendra’s legs.

“Lift up your legs,” came her tiny voice, and Kendra did, and somehow, Kendra couldn’t see how, the little girl stuck her face underneath Kendra and began tonguing her anus, even as Melinda continued to massage her pussy and clit.

Kendra’s eyes shot open, and with a wicked smile Jackie roughly kissed her, as Melinda , never breaking stride on her daughter’s pussy, moved down to help hold up her legs to give Jess better access.

Her mother massaging her cunt, her teenage lover palming her breasts and sticking her tongue down her throat, and a little ten-year-old girl tonguing her ass, all were too much for Kendra to remain sensible. Everything went white and she shook, and a powerful come cascaded through and out her, and she shrieked into Jackie’s mouth, eyes wide, body strung and buffeted by the orgasmic sensation. She momentarily blacked out.

When she awoke, Jess was staring down at her with concern. “Are you ok?” she asked.

Kendra smiled, grabbed the girl, tumbled over so she was on top of her, and kissed her frantically. She hugged Jess tight and said she loved her. “Where did you learn that?” she breathed.

Jess smiled. “From your mom,” she said, matter of factly. “She really likes it, too.”

Melinda and Jackie were snuggled together, touching and kissing lightly, and Kendra felt that it was all… right, it wasn’t wrong like her mom said, and she wanted to fuck her mother and make love to her girlfriend and devour this little girl all night and all weekend long.

The End